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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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Two for one

Pairing: fratboy!Johnny Storm x best friend!reader

WARNING - the following story contains: eventual explicit smut, thigh grinding/penetrative sex, oral sex (F receiving), love confessions, angst, eventual fluff, best friends to lovers trope, jealous!Johnny, reader being shy/insecure, family friend!Bucky Barnes of reader, Bisexual!Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers makes a brief appearance.

Pt. | 1 | 2 | (complete)

Summary: You and Johnny have been best friends since primary school and you’ve had a crush on him for the longest time. When you reach college and it becomes clear your feelings are one sided, you try to move on. Imagine to your surprise when Johnny expresses his dislike to that.

Johnny’s POV

24 hours later and her words still rung in my head, over and over again like a broken recorder.

“I love love you.”

“I LOVE love you.”

When she confessed to me yesterday right outside of the cafeteria, I was left standing in utter shock. Somehow it had never crossed my mind.

Her, the smart, well-educated and prettiest woman beyond body and soul I knew, let alone my best friend being in love with me, a foolish, impulsive fuckboy who doesn’t know what I’ll be doing by the end of college. It just didn’t sound reasonable nor believable, yet here we were.

So much made sense now. There were so many scenarios I could recall where I should have known she loved me beyond being friends.

A specific situation comes to mind when we first settled down in college which was about two years ago, and she came by my dorm to be met by one of my nightstands at the door, asking who she is. I quickly rushed over and greeted her with a dopey smile as I told the other chick to gather her stuff and leave. Y/N looked incredibly upset, and me being an idiot thought she was just embarrassed and mad I hadn’t warned her about someone else being here with me. It ended up with her saying she doesn’t feel well and we decided to move our hangout for another day.

Shit. How could I be this clueless?

Tonight was Saturday, and yet another party was being arranged at Fred’s clubhouse. This night might just break the streak of me always coming over, by any given opportunity.

For the first time in my life, as I sunk my body into my bed, I realized I was feeling something.

I was feeling incredibly sad. I would almost call it being depressed, and that was a rare emotion for me to feel.

The memories of all the times I would sleep in her dorm when I was too drunk to get to my own and she would offer the bed while she slept on a floor mattress, but of course I never let her. I would convince her to sleep on the bed with me, and when she was convinced enough, we would sleep so close to each other because it was so natural for us to do so. Waking up with her by my side and sober was a privilege of its own.

Something memorable that has been haunting the deepest parts of my mind without me realizing it was when we skinny dipped late at night as means of celebrating our graduation of high school. We had our towels on, covering our naked forms right before we left it flying behind us as we jumped down off the deck. We promised each other beforehand to only look into the water and not at each other, but I had broken that promise by a split second of entering into the water.

I saw her, completely naked, the moonlight defining her figure so beautifully — I almost forgot to pull myself up to the surface when we were beneath.

God, she’s breathtaking, I remembered thinking.

All of these memories made me miss her so much. This week has felt like an eternity, and I was drained despite doing little to nothing the whole week.

I started to ask myself if everything I was feeling had a deeper meaning to it. Did I perhaps love her the same way? Or was this only grief over the temporary loss of my best friend? Am I unknowingly attached to her?

I have never been in love, and I don’t think I will ever learn how to love through anyone else other than her. Then again, I knew it would be unfair to her to keep on false hope when I wasn’t 100% sure of myself. The last thing I wanted was to further fuck up our relationship and to hurt her.

She was right about one thing; she wasn’t a little girl anymore, she had said the night we split. After she told me she had a date, I knew I had lost what was once an unconscious grip I had on her.

I still didn’t want to loose that grip, but I knew it wasn’t fair for her. It’s true when people say you don’t truly know what you have until you loose it.

Suddenly, my phone rang from my nightstand and I lazily reached out to answer it.

“Hello?” I asked, not bothered to check up the person behind the call.

“Dude, where are you?”

I recognized it as Rick’s voice, one of my pals.

“At my dorm. Why?”

“What?! Why are you there? You know it’s Saturday, right?”

“Yeah…I’m too tired to be partying at Fred’s tonight. Y’all enjoy yourselves though, okay?”

“Ah…alright we will.” I was about to hang up but Rick added something that caught my attention. “I just assumed you had to be here somewhere because even that girl friend of yours is here. Guess she came alone with that guy I see she has her arm on.”

I rose up from the bed immediately and frowned. “Wait, Y/N’s there too? Who’s she with?”

“I don’t know man. Just some pretty guy with long, brown hair. Why?”

I hung up, not bothered to answer and waste more time. I had to get myself ready for the party.

2nd person POV

“Rad party. Is it really this awesome each Saturday?” Bucky, your family friend asked, amazed at the environment.

“I suppose, yeah…” you replied while you scanned the area.

You and Bucky didn’t hung out often outside of your family gatherings, but you have known each other since childhood, and Bucky had contacted you this evening as he was in town for an internship. He was by two years older than you, and you weren’t super close, but somehow Bucky radiated that energy of being a trustable person, so you were comfortable to update him about personal topics such as your current relationship with Johnny, especially since he wasn’t a part of your college community. He was perhaps the only one who knew about your feelings for Johnny before you confessed him yesterday about it.

“Well, I appreciate you for taking me here. Wouldn’t know where to go without someone who’s familiar with the place. I’ve heard about this clubhouse but haven’t gotten around to spend a night here. I hope it wasn’t a bother, especially since you mentioned a particular person likes to come here often.” Bucky said, looking apologetically at you.

You shrugged and gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, I don’t think he’ll even notice me if he’s here too. Besides, I’m more focused on finding the most handsome guy in this building and shoot my shot.” You said, saying it more as a causal joke but with a little seriousness to it.

You weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t have a mission of your own. Despite Johnny’s last week fiasco, talking and dancing with Charles had increased your confidence, and you had a goal of getting yourself known as a single woman, looking for a competent partner. Of course you weren’t expecting to find a guy right away. It was a process you had to be patient with.

Bucky smirked. “There won’t be a shot to shoot if I find him first.”

You gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Let’s make it a challenge, doll.”

A good half an hour later, Johnny entered the clubhouse, looking in every space and corner for you and the mystery guy you had apparently brought with you. It must be the guy she said she was going on a date with yesterday, Johnny thought.

At the side lines of where people were dancing, Johnny finally saw you and turned sour when he saw the guy fitting Rick’s description. You were even talking to a third guy — a blonde and quite tall one. Johnny recognized him as Steve Rogers who had recently come from the military to further pursue his education in college. He had heard a description of him repeated by many of his one nightstands; he was a man of women’s dreams.

“Fuck”, Johnny muttered under his breath.

He didn’t know why he was even here. Again his impulsiveness had put him in action. Somehow he thought he could walk up to Y/N and….— well, he didn’t even know what he would have done or said.

“Oh, Johnny, how nice to see you, baby. Was wondering where you were. The party just isn’t fun without you around,” a woman who’s name might be Claire or Clara said behind him as she walked in front and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He only knew her as someone he had slept with two weeks ago, and having her on him like this set him with a different and uncomfortable feeling he wasn’t used to.

Only a week ago, he was craving for all the female attention — yet somehow he was completely put off by it now, in a time of hurry to resolve the issues he had with Y/N.

“Oh, hey, - um yeah I’m not in the mood right now so if you could just…remove your hands away from me..” Johnny said with a timid smile as he picked her arms up and made her detach from him.

Her facade of a bubbly bimbo quickly turned off as she clearly took offense to that. “What’s your problem? I thought we had a great time last we saw each other.” She said as she placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyebrow.

“Yeah, I just don’t do that stuff anymore. Now move along.” Johnny said hastily, loosing his patience.

The woman gasped at his unbothered reply. “Asshole! What, you found someone special? You know what, — Whatever. Whoever has you wrapped around their finger wouldn’t settle down for a manwhore such as yourself.” She spat, and tiptoed her way in her high heel shoes.

Johnny was left feeling very insecure of himself with what that woman had just said. He felt empty of how he couldn’t even defend himself because it was true.

I’m just a fucking manwhore who’s been wasting my time, getting my dick wet because I could.

Shame. Yet another emotion that was awakening in him and something he wasn’t used to at all. Johnny never felt shame. He was an honest man who when he had needs, he pursued for satisfaction. But what did it help now? Was it really worth it?

He lifted his head up to see the guy with long brown hair heading to the men’s restroom. The blonde guy - Steve, had disappeared, leaving Y/N alone at the drink servings where she ordered a grape-flavored fanta. Still, while she’s here with her own reasons, she refuses to drink alcohol because in her own words, ‘it tastes like shit’. Bless her heart, he thought.

Johnny decided to follow Bucky into the restroom, seeing as it was his only opportunity to inspect him now that he was finally separated from Y/N. He made sure to avoid being seen by Y/N or his friends as they would announce his presence to the whole crowd if they saw him. He had come at the right time as Bucky was just about to walk over to the sink and wash his hands. Johnny played it off casually and went to the second sink away from where Bucky was standing, keeping a gap between the two men.

Johnny pretended he was checking for any imperfections on his face, picking up some paper to pretend he was wiping away something from his mouth.

His eyes subtly studied Bucky — specifically his neck, face and hands for anything that would indicate he and Y/N have passed second base.

No hickies…no bite marks…no scratches….

Somehow the thought of Y/N having sex with another guy made him ill. He hadn’t at all considered Y/N having sex, let alone even losing her virginity. He knew he had no right as he’s one to talk, but he couldn’t help it. The fact that he knew little to nothing about Y/N’s sexual experiences made him feel like even more of an awful friend, but then again she hadn’t ever opened up about it herself. She would literally skip sex scenes in movies just to avoid seeing them because she thought it was embarrassing, and Johnny only found her innocent demeanor to be hilarious.

For a long enough moment, Bucky audibly sighed and made eye contact with Johnny through the mirror. “I know what you’re doing, and supervising me won’t get you anywhere.”

Johnny stiffened, not at all prepared to be called out for his actions.

“Johnny, right? I know who you are. I’m not after Y/N, if that’s what you’re worried about. Though I don’t see how it’s any of your concern since you are, or should I say you were only best friends, no?”

Johnny scoffed. So he isn’t her date but just a friend, he concluded in his head. “We’re still best friends. We’re just..going through stuff.”

“She told me as such. She’s trying to move on but you can’t seem to stop her from doing so, am I right? What, you’ve caught feelings for her too but you don’t want to commit but you also don’t want to let her go? How do you think that’ll work out?”

Johnny pursed his lips, before he chuckled, though it was obviously one out of annoyance. “You don’t know shit, pal. You think you have the right to open your mouth and talk about our relationship like you know everything. Well you don’t, and you’ll never know her the way I do.” Johnny spat, getting quite irritated by the guy. He stepped closer, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at Johnny’s immatureness.

“Listen man, if you’re going to go after every guy that hangs out with Y/N, you might have to ask yourself a few questions as to why you’re doing it. Is it because you love her the way she loves you? If so, you gotta cut the shit and tell her. You also have to think wether you’re willing to drop your fuckboy lifestyle for her, because there ain’t no way you can have both. That’s just not how relationships work.” Bucky explained, with hands up in defense. “If you’re simply protective over her, that’s fair. But don’t get in the way of her having a good time when you always have. It’s hypocritical.” Bucky ended his discussion of advice and gave a condescending pat on Johnny’s shoulder before leaving the restroom, leaving Johnny to ponder heavily on what he had just been told.

Of course he knew he couldn’t have both. He didn’t want to have both either. The question was wether or not he was deserving of the one thing that mattered more.

When he walked out to the crowded space, he had no aim on where to go. He simply walked around mindlessly, not a single thought bothering him but the environment kept him uneasy.

He leaned against a wall in front of the dance floor, his eyes wandering at random couples - some grinding their bodies together in a sexual manner while others were twirling their partner for fun. He was tempted to drown himself in alcohol to not have to deal with his current dreadful emotions.

Then, his eyes caught on something that would make everything feel even worse.

She was there with Steve, slow-dancing as it was apparent they were in the midst of having a conversation. She was smiling at him, biting her lip occasionally of whatever Steve was telling her.

Johnny let out a shuttering breath as he felt what could only be described as excruciating pain through his chest.

This is what she’s been feeling this whole time.

An unfamiliar sting of a sensation in his eyes made him squint, and that was when he felt a single teardrop drip down from his cheek.

He had to wipe under his eye and study the wetness as if he couldn’t believe he was crying himself. He looked back and saw she saw laughing at whatever joke Steve had whispered in her ear.

His head was cleared up with a single reassurance that he held onto as he let the tears continue to stream.

She’s now going to be happy. You’re going to be so happy for her. Just wait and see.

For once, Johnny had won over his impulsiveness, and had convinced himself he should leave Y/N in peace. The way she wants. If this was the last time he would see her without her even sparing him a glance, he would accept it for her sake. She deserves this.

Right just before he was about to leave, Y/N and Steve rotated while they danced, making her ultimately face what was to the side of Steve’s broad shoulder.

Y/N’s POV

He was right there, staring back at me, in a way that put me so off edge.

Why was he crying? Even more notably - why was he smiling all the meanwhile? Why were all the feelings I had managed to ignore in record time coming back to me by at the mere sight of his face?

I had never seen him like that, let alone seen him crying as if you were breaking his heart.

He gave a sheepish wave and that same reassuring smile he always wore on his face when he didn’t want me to worry about something. This time it was anything but reassuring though.

My eyes followed him as he walked away, not glancing back even once when he walked out to the exit. I grew distressed as thousands of questions were swirling through my mind with a single command, begging me to check up on him.

As I faced the man before me again, all I could see was him. Those same blue orbs were staring right back at me, and it might as well have been Johnny in my eyes. A wave of emotions hit me as I felt myself getting stuck between the surroundings of many people. My breathing was getting shallow, and all I wanted now was to leave.

“U-um..I’m sorry, Steve, I think I need a little air. Thanks for the dance though.” I told Steve, and he kindly let go of me without question.

I rushed out of the clubhouse after Johnny in a hurry, and was relieved to see he had yet to reach his car which was still a few feet away from where he was.

“Johnny.” I nearly whispered his name, but it was no doubt audible to Johnny’s ears as the outside world of the clubhouse was one of silence.

He turned around at my calling. “Y/N?” He stood still on the same spot as I walked closer and studied his bloodshot eyes.

“W-Why are you crying?…Why did you…why did you leave like that as if….”

As if I’ll never see you again?

I couldn’t pick a question of which I first wanted an answer for.

He swallowed thickly as he shook his head and wiped his cheeks from any moisture that still lingered. “I don’t know….I guess I just realized then and there as you were dancing with that man that…— you were right. You aren’t a little girl anymore. And I’m not a little kid anymore either, yet somehow it’s taken this long to realize I’ve been nothing but a fool for wasting my time with things that didn’t matter and hurting the one person I love the most, —

— that person being you.”

2nd person POV

“I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything. For not picking up all the times your face fell when I was flirting with other women. For embarrassing you last Saturday night and ruining your chances with that guy. For having to contain your misery in order to keep our friendship going while I was doing shit out of satisfactory convenience. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You sniffed, wiping a tear right as it was about to shed down. You had become so emotional by everything Johnny had said — it would almost be inhuman to not be crying. You couldn’t resist it anymore as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a hug out of appreciation for pouring his heart out to you. That he was as much as crying over the guilt which you never wanted to lay on him. “It’s not all your fault. I never told you anything, and it was obvious you couldn’t tell. I know you would have cared otherwise. Besides, it’s your life. You are single and have every right to do as you please.”

“I know….” He said with a sigh. “But I still feel compelled to ask for forgiveness because it still makes me undeserving of you, and a selfish part of me wants you to forgive me so you can give me another chance. Because as it turns out, I think…..—

— I think I may be in love with you too, Y/N.”

Your sorrowful face turned into a glare as you pulled away — unsure if he was being serious or pulling an off putting prank.

“Johnny, I’ve loved you since primary school and endured every time you’ve admittedly slept with several women at the same time. You don’t love me the way I love you.” You said sternly, hoping he would understand love wasn’t a word to throw around.

He nodded, agreeing to your statement as it was only fair. “Maybe not with everything you’ve been put through, but I want to love you that way. If it counts, I was willing to leave tonight without bothering you because I love you too much not to disrupt your chances with someone who deserves you. I know that I don’t truly deserve to be forgiven, but we’re standing here now, together. — And I believe an ‘us’ is possible if you would give me a chance now that I know there’s a possibility for us to be.”

You shook your head as you faced the ground, a sob threatening to arrupt once again during your most important conversation of all time.

“We can’t, Johnny. I’m scared…I don’t want to loose you as my best friend…” your voice cracked as you buried yourself into his chest once again, trying to hide your tearful face. He stroked your back and kissed the top of your head before he rested his chin on you.

“Lovers can still be best friends….you’re the only woman I’ve emotionally connected to in a way that ruins me if we’re separated for too long. I long for your voice and your touch….your gaze as you stare into my eyes with your beautiful ones…I hope you know I’ve meant it all the times I’ve called you beautiful. Back to when we were dressing up for Halloween and you were a princess with your cute little tiara on, — and look at you now; you’re all grown up into a lady. Still so beautiful. So pretty.” He whispered at the near end, giving your hair a few strokes for comfort.

You looked at him timidly and let out a breathless laugh as you wiped away the tears that you knew had smeared your mascara. “I always thought you said it to be nice…”

Johnny frowned, almost offended you would assume such a thing. “I wouldn’t call you beautiful if I didn’t think you were, tootsie. You think honest little me would have thought of lying about how pretty you are? We’re talking about the same kid who asked one of the old teachers why she had saggy tits. I had no filter whatsoever, baby.” Johnny said with a chuckle.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as the memory was brought back to you. He was making you laugh away your sadness, like old times, you thought.

You took a deep sigh after, now having the courage to look at him again in his eyes. He could only smile with content back at you and put a hair strand behind your ear as it was in the way of your eyes.

“I love when you laugh….I’m so fucking sorry I led you on. You didn’t deserve to wait this long. I was too distracted to notice how you felt, but you need to believe me when I say I have always cared about you. I love you, Y/N. I want to the same way you do, anyway. I can’t define what love is but I know you’re the closest I’ve felt to it. Give us a try. I promise, I’m willing to give up everything I once called my way of living in a heartbeat if you give me a chance.”

You sniffed once more, though you seemed to have come over your emotional wave. “I don’t know….I guess we’ll have to see if we work over a first date.” You said, adding a wink and a mischievous smile. He returned it with a smirky laugh as he clearly had an idea from that witty head of his.

“How about we get out of here? I actually have a place in mind where I want to take you. Will you allow me, princess?”

Of course you did. After all, how could you resist him when he was asking with that charming face of his?

You drove a good half an hour out from the city before you were driving along cabins and farms. You were sure you had seen the same houses before with the same late night lighting coming from the moon alone. You had requested for a hint of where he was taking you, but Johnny could only smile at you as he gave you the short reply of;

“You’ll know when we get there.”

While on the road, you had texted Bucky, apologizing for leaving on a short notice and to let him know you’re fine. You felt bad for leaving Steve too when you had been getting along the short time you spent together, but you knew he easily could get a new girl to tag on his arm with how handsome he was. There was really no other person you would rather be with than being with the person sitting right next to you.

Johnny pulled over to a small road, and the memories were soon clearing things up to you once you saw a lake with a long deck attached to the land.

You gasped in disbelief that this was the place Johnny had thought of this whole time. “We’re here? But why?”

“Because, we’re going skinny dipping, tootsie.” Johnny announced with a grin. “Just like what we did when we celebrated our high school graduation. A special place of our own.”

“So, this has become like our very own spot, huh? Or have you been sharing it with other people too?” You asked jokingly, only to regret it immediately.

“I would never. Trust me, this is only ours….— and I guess whoever owns that fancy cabin up that hill. Guessing they were the ones to set up this nice deck. I’m sure they don’t mind sharing though.” Johnny chuckled lightheartedly.

He reached out for your hand and you grabbed it with no hesitation as you walked through quietly and carefully down the short path leading to the deck.

Johnny was already in the process of removing his shirt, and you took it as cue to start undressing as well. As you had removed your fancy party dress which you couldn’t care less about, a concern came to mind when you were left with only your undergarments on.

“Um…Johnny? Do you by any chance have any towels with you?”

He had just removed his pants when he looked up at you, only briefly distracted by the image in front of him. Since when have you been using lingerie? came the question to Johnny’s mind. He was almost caught drooling but he shook away the distraction and turned his gaze down.

“Uh, no I’m sorry…this was kind of a last minute idea to come here. I should have remembered, I’m sorry. I’ll turn around though, if it’ll convince you to still dive in with me.” He said, brushing his hand over his neck in embarrassment.

“Okay…you promise you won’t look right?

“I won’t. As soon as our clothes are off, I’ll grab your hand and we’ll run forward to the water without looking anywhere else, okay?”

You reluctantly agreed and took off your last pieces of clothing while Johnny faced away and did the same.

“Are you fully undressed?”

“Yes,…you?”

He let out a sharp breath before answering positively. “Are you ready?”

You shrugged, feeling a little anxiety settling in. “As I can ever be.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Grab my hand.”

“I don’t know how without looking behind me…” you said, as you peeked through your side but couldn’t see his hand reaching out to you.

“I don’t care. It’s not the first time you’ve seen my ass. You can look at it anytime, baby.” He said cockily. You just knew he was smirking proudly of himself for saying that.

You gulped and decided to trust him for consenting to look. As you turned, you were met with his muscular back towards you, and your eyes wandered down to where his arm was reaching out to which his butt was at full display at the same eye level.

What a nice ass, was the only thing you could think of as you tried your best to not let it distract you too much. Once you grabbed his hand, you were immediately dragged off to the deck.

You ran as fast as you could, Johnny slowing his pace to match yours as he was a quicker runner. Before your anxiety could retract you, you were already jumping out from the end of deck, your bodies colliding with the water milliseconds later.

You were down below for a few moments, with you pulling up to the surface first. Johnny came up a few seconds later as he had probably challenged himself to stay under for longer.

“Hell yeah, that was awesome!” Johnny cheered as he used the palm of his hands to wipe away the water from his eyelids. He quickly looked around and saw you, rubbing your one eye, clearly in discomfort.

“You okay?” He asked out of worry when you didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, I just got something in my eye…probably a piece of seaweed or something.” You replied, still having troubles opening your one eye.

“Here, let me see.” He offered, and swam closer to you. He cupped your face with one hand to keep your head steady as he took a closer look. “Ah, there it is.” He said, and carefully touched the side of your eye to remove something that looked like a tiny part of a leaf or your suggestion of a seaweed, but it was hard to tell with only the moon light to shine things to view. He carefully picked it out, and you blinked a few times before your eye was becoming unbothered by the earlier irritation.

“Thanks. Aside from having my eye attacked, it was fun. It’s cold though.” You said and shivered with gritted teeth.

You hadn’t noticed you were so close to each other after he had helped you remove the thing from your eye, and now you were silently staring, with only the sound of the small waves hitting the surface. Your leg as they kept on swaying to hold yourself up on the surface accidentally brushed against his thigh.

“Oh, sorry…I uh, we’re kinda close right now.” You said, as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

He smiled adoringly as he could tell he was making you a little nervous. “Yeah…I guess we are.”

Your eyes fell from his eyes to his lips as you saw how red they had become from the low temperate of the water. They looked awfully kissable to you as of now. Your face closed into his as you craved him too much not to do so.

The idea seemed to have crossed his mind too because he leaned at the same time, hunger for your lips striking within every nerve and bone of his body.

He moved you back against the deck as he hung his arm on it for support and used his other hand to hold your chin for a kiss. His lips met yours in harmony, so perfectly placed together it could be an evidence of its own that you’re meant for each other. Your arms hung around his shoulders for support as you grew tired of kicking your legs to keep afloat.

He could feel your perky nipples against his chest, and he nearly wanted to have you further pressed against him — but for once he allowed himself not to follow lust. This was all about a gesture of pure love for you, one you were giving him back through the kiss. It was sweet and simple, something he wasn’t used to but it could gladly be the only affectionate gesture you shared with him if you wanted to.

Once your lips detached, you slowly pulled away to take another good look into each other’s eyes. The corner of his lips perked upwards into an amused smirk.

“Now that was even more amazing. Didn’t peg you for a good kisser, princess.”

You playfully hit him in the chest and faked a shocked gasp. “Rude!”

You got out of the water by the lakefront shortly, making sure not to look at each other while you dried yourselves as best as you could. Johnny would shake himself like a dog, making all the water splatter away and run down his body quicker.

“Well, seeing as we don’t have any towels, we’ll just have to tolerate being a little wet.” Johnny said, not at all satisfied with the feeling of soaking his boxers as he slid them back on.

You hummed as you tried to dry your hair by pressing out the water that was still contained in your hair strands. You shook your legs where most of the water had built up by the end of your body, and while it was uncomfortable to put your dry clothes back on when you were still wet, you didn’t have much of a choice.

Soon enough, you were both dressed again, and you finally faced each other to leave.

“This was kind of romantic of you, you know…I’m very happy you took me here again.” you softly commented. Johnny could only smile gleefully and tighten his grip on your hand. He pulled your hand up to his face and gave it a kiss.

“I’m glad to hear, baby.”

When you sat down on the passenger seat, you couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied about something. It was as if something was missing — like there was something you wanted to do before you left the area and wouldn’t return for the foreseeable future.

As you looked to your side where Johnny was sitting with wet hair, trying to pull out his car keys from his small pocket looking ever so sexy, you finally knew what it was you wanted to do.

“I think I want you to fuck me here, Johnny.”

He visibly stiffened when those words left your mouth. He had to look at you and see you, as if he couldn’t tell you had just asked that or if it was something he imagined. “W-What? Like Right here? Right now?” Johnny asked, not sure if he understood you right.

You bit your lip and nodded at him shyly. He gulped, not believing his luck that you were aroused. As tempted as he was to pounce over you right then and there, guilt arose and it stopped him from taking any action.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea, Y/N…shouldn’t we wait at least until we’ve been on a real first date? Or I don’t know, - have sex in like a fancy hotel or something instead? I really want to show you how much I care and love you like no other girl.” Johnny explained while caressing your cheek.

You smiled at him and held over his hand with your own. “That’s really sweet, Johnny. The fact that you’re willing to wait and plan out where we should have sex means a lot to me.” You smiled adoringly. He nodded, and was about to start the car engine but you held his jaw to face you again as you moved closer to him.

“But as a matter of fact, I really want to have sex with you in your car, while we’re at the most romantic spot you have ever thought of bringing me to, in the middle of nowhere where no one can bother us. I’m not scared anymore of showing myself to you. Please, Johnny…..fuck me. I want you so bad...” You plead - almost moaned as you rested your hand on his thigh.

He could already feel himself harden beneath his pants at the mere feeling of your pretty hand so close to his crotch was convincing enough. The fact that you were confidently seducing him told him he should give you what you want. He wanted to fuck you just as much in the tight space as you wanted to.

“Since you’re being so touchy with my thigh, why don’t we start with you riding it, princess? Wanna have you make a mess on my jeans…make yourself nice and wet for me to feast on later.” He said seductively, words dripping like sweet honey.

You climbed off your seat and leaned on him, attaching your lips to his once again — this time humming moans into his mouth as you savored the wonderful sensation which you have been dreaming of for so long. He nibbled at your bottom lip, only to groan when you hungrily pulled yourself against him for a deeper kiss.

His hands placed carefully on your hips, ever so often squeezing your flesh for his own amusement. He was trying to make access to slip his tongue inside your mouth, but you were foreign to know his intentions.

“C’mon, don’t go shy on me now. Open your mouth a little…” he muttered. You submitted to him, and let his tongue invade your mouth, occasionally dancing with your tongue before closing in for an open mouthed kiss.

“Come sit on my knee and grind yourself on it….stick your tongue out too. I wanna suck it, tootsie…” he muttered with pure lust. You hazily listened to his demands, already fucked out of your mind as you were growing wetter between your legs.

He was incredibly good at this…, you had figured as much before, but this time you fell victim of his skillful techniques of seduction.

He sucked your tongue into his mouth, and your eyes rolled back when he made you grind out with your hips against his thigh. You repeated the motion, your underwear being the only layer of clothing that separated your cunt and Johnny’s thigh.

You breathlessly pulled away, making Johnny open his eyes, his lustful gaze frowning slightly at your sudden retreat.

“I wanna…I wanna take off my underwear…” you reluctantly announced as you let out a hot breath. “Tear’em off, please…I can’t wait anymore.” You mewled in agony.

Johnny didn’t need to be told twice as he ripped them by the side and let the fabric seep away from your wet cunt. You yelped at the feeling of your ruined garment dragging along your pussy lips, creating the tiny friction you so badly craved.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw Johnny eyeing your exposed cunt, seated against his thigh. His brows knitted into a face that screamed primal lust for sex.

“Oh, fuck…would you look at that. What a cute baby pussy you have.” He purred while licking his lips. You whined at his comment, not expecting it to be his response of a reaction. He reached out and spread your pussy lips apart for a better view of your hole.

“Johnny!” You cried out, foreign to the feeling of someone else’s fingers touching your sex. When he let go, you continued to hump against him, desperate for stimulation. You clung onto him with your arms around his shoulders, your moans heaven to Johnny’s ears.

“You said you’ve had a crush on me since primary school, right?” Johnny asked huskily into your ear. You nodded feverishly, confused as to why he asked in the midst of you rubbing your cunt against his thigh.

He leaned into your ear and let out a hot breath before speaking. “That means you most definitely have touched yourself to the thought of me, right?“

Oh, he was going to be the death of you.

You buried your face into his neck in embarrassment as you whispered a ‘yes’.

He chuckled lowly and stroked your back for comfort. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, tootsie.” He assured softly. “ I’ve touched myself to the thought of you too…”

“W-What?” You asked, letting out a shuddered gasp.

“It’s true…I did it twice - maybe thrice during last year of high school because….— well, you matured and I started to find you attractive. But each time I did it, I felt so fucking guilty and I used all my willpower to stop. I made a promise that I would never try to take things further with you because you meant too much to me, and I didn’t want to make it weird between the two of us if I continued to drive that sexual feeling, so I just…suppressed it I guess. My mistake…” He admitted with a grunt.

He could feel you soaking his trousers as if they weren’t already wet enough, and he could feel your cunt pulse with each grind. He softly pulled you away to see you in a flushed out state, your eyes barely holding up as you panted. He took a good look at your cunt again.

“Look at how much you’ve drenched me, Y/N…” he cooed, patting your ass lightly.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, looking down at the wet patch with guilt.

Johnny lifted up your gaze to meet his right away. “Hey, don’t feel sorry. I’m just teasing you. I want nothing more than to dive into your wet pussy and taste your sweet juices. Would you like that? Wanna have me eat you out in the backseat, baby?”

He only needed your weak nod as clarification, and he was already pulling his seat down, making you collapse onto his chest so suddenly. You crawled to the back first and settled yourself on the corner seat to leave more room for Johnny to come behind with you. He followed soon after and towered you.

“Take your dress off and let me see your tits, Y/N…” Johnny requested.

“You gotta take off your clothes too! I want to see you..” You whined as your eyes wandered to the tent in his boxers. You almost grew thirsty as you saw a wet patch of what you could assume was precum leaking out.

“Right, right…hope I don’t scare you with my size. You’re still a virgin, aren’tcha?” Johnny asked, his mind still with the assumption you were still pure.

You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling anxious as you were about to come with the following confession; “No, I’m not actually…but I would still like to go slow since it’s been a while…”

Johnny froze and looked up at you when he was in the midst of unbuckling his belt. So I was wrong, he thought.

“Oh…— I mean, of course you’re not. Shouldn’t be surprising as most people loose it at some point during our teens…” Johnny quickly brushed off casually. “And we’ll take it slow. Don’t you worry one bit, tootsie.”

He pulled off his pants and shirt, smirking as he lastly pulled down his boxers where his hardened cock sprung free, bobbing slightly as it aimed right at you. You let out a shuddered gasp at the sight of it, finally able to conclude that the real thing beat your past imaginations of how his cock would look like.

“It’s so long and pretty…” you said, not intending to say it out loud but it escaped your mouth with no thoughts. He snickered at your compliment, which made your thighs squeeze together in anticipation, wanting nothing more but to have him inside of you.

“Nu-uh! Keep’em spread. Before I fuck you into paradise, m’gonna follow through and eat you out like I promised…” he whispered, before he bowed down in front of your pussy — so close to it you could feel his breath on you.

You whimpered when his tongue flickered at your leaking hole first, before he lazily licked a stripe upwards of your cunt. When he met the top, he licked your clit a few times before sucking on it.

Your hands held tightly onto the top of his head, not knowing where else to put them as he kept on torturing you with his slow licks.

“Hmmm…love your pussy juice, baby…might just be my new favorite taste out of everything there is….” He moaned against the soft flesh. You couldn’t see it from your point of view, but Johnny was jacking his cock off to receive some relief out of his already pent up sexual desire.

He didn’t warn you when he inserted a finger inside of you, loosening up your tight hole for what would soon come and invade your cunt.

“It’s gettin’ real fucking hot in here…wanna leak my leather seats with your sweet juices and get us all sticky in here, huh?”

“Uh-huh!” You responded with a high pitched voice, feeling yourself getting closer with how good Johnny’s fingers felt. He scissored your weeping hole, stretching it wider than it has been for a long time. “Mmmh! Oh, fuck! Johnnyyyy..” you whined his name as his tongue once again invaded your clit, his tongue circling around the sensitive nub.

He gave your pussy a few kisses before he rose up. “I could be between your legs for hours, but I really need to be inside of you before I make myself cum…”

You nodded while eagerly making yourself comfortable on the seat for Johnny to nestle himself between your thighs.

“Gather some spit in your mouth and carefully spit into my hand, princess…” he ordered you softly.

You did as he said, not really knowing why he needed it, but not questioning him as you let the liquid seep out of your mouth and onto his hand.

“There you go….” He cooed, before applying it to his cock, stroking it a few times with the slick, making your eyes widen.

Somehow he had turned you on immensely by using your spit as lube for his dick.

He held it and pointed it towards your cunt, already sinking the tip in. You grabbed onto his shoulders for better support and cried out. He grunted when he passed being halfway inside of you.

“S-So big…” you whined when he was almost all in. He hunched over you and held his hands over your hips.

“It’s okay, princess, you can take it…-fuck, you’re so tight!..” He groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut in order not to cum. “Oh god, this is something else…” he moaned under his breath.

Your legs wrapped around him with your fingers digging into his back as he began to slowly move his hips, his balls lightly tapping your ass for each roll.

“Mmmm, fuuuck…How does it feel to finally fuck your best friend, huh? It feels fucking amazing on my end, but I wanna know….” He said with a brief pause as he adjusted his hips to roll deeper into your cervix. “..Is it as good as how you imagined it to be? I need to know. Please tell me, baby.”

“Oh, yess!! Aaahh, it feels a thousand times better than I imagined! Love your cock so much, Johnny! You’re fucking me soooo good! Nghh — aaaah!” Your head threw up against the end of the seat, not having felt this good in your life.

“Yeaah, that’s it…what best friend would I be if I didn’t fuck your tight, baby pussy as good right as I do? M’gonna make you cream all over this seat, baby.” He purred.

You let Johnny drag your bra down to the point where they were fully exposed. He had longed to see those cute perky nipples of yours which earlier were firmly pressed against him, and now he could witness them bounce as he fucked you into the seat of his car. His mouth quickly invaded them, and he suckled your nipples like his life depended on it.

Your moans got louder and louder the closer you got to reach the climax you have been patiently waiting for, and Johnny could only pick up speed as he was getting close too.

“God, fuck - feels too good to be inside of you, Y/N…you’re too good for me…” he panted into your soft skin as sweat was making an appearance on his forehead and shoulders.

You shook your head with shut eyes, wanting to tell him he was wrong, but you thought it was best to show it through something else. You let go of his shoulders and cupped his face to give him another sensual kiss. He whined into it as you took the lead this time by sucking his tongue.

Suddenly, you felt your climax was about to crash over you and you breathlessly pulled yourself away for air needed for the moment.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum! Oh God!” You cried out and curled your toes while your climax approached you.

“Aaahh there you go baby, squeeze me…” he purred into your ear, continuing the same pace of pounding into you as he was getting ready to release his own orgasm. “Oooh fuck, I’m going to fucking-!” He pulled out just in time and stroked himself while he splattered loads of his cum all over your upper stomach and breasts.

He collapsed on top of you, trying to regain his regulated breath like you. He faced you once more, and you could only giggle from the turn of events. You wiped the sweat away from his forehead and quickly kissed once more before Johnny removed himself away from you.

Now you weren’t only wet but sweaty, covered with Johnny’s cum and drenched between your legs, having only a piece of napkin from your handbag to clean up the whole mess as much as you could.

You dressed yourself up for the second time of the night, and drove away from the place that would now have two separate and very meaningful memories of your relationship.

“So, you lost your virginity too, huh? Why have you never told me?” Johnny had to ask out of curiosity as he drove your way home, trying not to sound too bothered about it.

“Oh, that…uh,” you briefly paused as you swallowed. “— it wasn’t really worth bringing up at the time. I lost it out of pity to a guy I was a summer camp leader with the year after you lost yours. It wasn’t anything intimate though, we just kinda…mutually agreed to have sex just for the fun of it in a storage room. I never let him kiss me though. You stole my first kiss back there when we were in the water.”

Johnny, while a little taken aback by the first given information, was even more surprised to know about the second one. He turned to you while cautiously following the road as he drove. “Really?? Damn, you kiss like a natural…I was convinced you had some experience…” he said. “Would you say it was a good first kiss?” He had to ask with a narrowed eye.

“Of course, Johnny…we were kissing in the water with the moon in front of us. It couldn’t get any better than that.” You giggled as you stroked his arm.

He grinned, teeth coming to view because he was just so happy. Things couldn’t have ended better after having an emotional ride of a rollercoaster from both parties this past week.

“…I’ve never done a blowjob on someone before either. I was maybe hoping if…if we aren’t too tired when we get back, I could maybe try it with you. If you want to that is,” you suggested, nervousness apparent in your voice.

Johnny swallowed thickly and let out a large sigh as your confession made his cock harden.

“We could do that, or — I could pull over right now and see just how well you can suck my dick, tootsie.”

You both knew this was far from the end of the night when you found an empty parking lot a mile later.

Note from author: This part turned out so much longer than the first one but I enjoyed adding every part of this story too much to care! I hope you enjoyed it too!

Might make a few drabbles connected to this story in the future because I really love this pairing with best friend!reader and fratboy!Johnny Storm.

Hearts & Reblogs are appreciated! <3

#johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x y/n #johnny storm x you #johnny storm #chris evans #chris evans character fanfiction #cevans characters

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vhagarlovebot · 2 years

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it’s all over the news. peter parker is spider-man. everyone’s freaking out. your mother is freaking out because ‘how did you not know your best friend was the spider-man?!’

and the truth is you did know. but not because peter himself told you, that boy is so clueless, it was simply because you know peter too well.

those days when he came to school tired, bruised, and with a sour mood you knew he was up to something. ‘i fell down the stairs’ was such a stupid excuse and yet you did not say anything. but he began to cancel study dates, to ignore you and your texts. and then one day may came to you crying and rambling about peter being beaten up and not coming home all night, and that was the last straw. so you followed him and found out what was really happening; and the next day when you bumped into him you did not say anything. and neither did he.

that was two months ago.

so it is understandable that you’re surprised when he, quietly and carefully, sits next to you in the bleachers during lunch.

“i’m really, really sorry…” you let out a bitter laugh and he shifts uncomfortably, eyes darting around nervously. “this should’ve never been known.”

you turn to him, your heart stopping the second you saw his brown eyes, one with a big and awful bruise. “why are you trying to live two different lives?” you try to sound more angry than sad, because right now you just want to cry.

“i’m sorry i lied to you.” his eyes are glued to the floor, voice shaking slightly, and you know he’s being honest. and you want to hug him and tell him everything’s going to be alright.

“you think i’m angry because you lied to me?” peter doesn’t answer. and the more you look at him the more your heart breaks; you can try to be tough any other day. “pete, i’ve known for months.” you’ve never seen peter parker so scared in your life before. until now. “i didn’t say anything because i was waiting for you to be ready. and yeah, it saddens me that you came to me only because this whole thing blew up.”

“no, no,” he holds your hands, his eyes finally meeting yours. “i wanted to tell you the minute this all happened to me yo- but then i realized how reckless i was being. putting you in danger.” he sighs, you can see the battle going on inside his head. you know this is not easy for him. “and now… and now everyone knows.” peter squeezes your hand to the point it hurts, lowering his piercing gaze away from you. “it’s going to be awful from now on-”

“and i’ll be here.”

staying away from peter is not an option; the past months were pure torture. seeing him across the hall but not able to walk to him and say ‘i know everything’, too scared but also expecting for him to do it. those long nights looking out the window because that way some days you could see him swinging away in the distance. and peter also knows it. that’s why he didn’t tell you, he knew it was going to be impossible to keep you away from him and danger. eventually he was going to do it, he thought about it a thousand times. and in every scenario you ended up getting hurt.

“i’ll also be by your side when you tell may.” peter groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder, your hands finding its way to his hair in seconds.

it wasn’t easy for peter trying to live to different lives. lying to everyone he loves was harder than learning how to live with his new powers. now that the secret’s out is going to be just as difficult. but a weight’s been lifted now that you know and he can relax and talk to you about how it happened, how he came to be the friendly neighborhood spider-man. at least for a moment before reality comes crashing down and he is forced to remember how much danger you’re in.

#&&. spideymatcha writes #peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter parker concept #peter parker drabble #peter parker comfort #peter parker x you #peter parker

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honeymelonpm · 2 years

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May I request yandere!reader x moon boys, please? 👉🏻👈🏻

~Domestic~

Characters: Marc, Steven x Reader

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Captivity, Implied drugging

Summary: Reader wants to keep the boys all to themselves.

Requested by this lovely anon 🤍

Steven felt the familiar band of worn leather tug at his ankle as he shifted in his bed, slowly waking up from an induced sleep.

Fingers intertwining with the wrinkles of his sheets, he crawled back onto his palms, arms outstretched behind him holding his weight.

Peering through the unusually dim apartment, he sensed a subtle change. Piles of books and paper were still strewn across every inch of the loft. His curtains were drawn, and everything seemed to be in its place. 'Gus' was bobbing at the surface of the water, chasing crumbs of food around his tank, despite Steven not remembering feeding him since the previous night.

"Why are you still wearing that thing?" Marc's voice sounded in the back of Steven's mind as he caught his figure in the full length mirror across the room.

Tearing his eyes from Marc's sleepy appearance, he looked down at his foot, weighted down by the buckled strap. He was right, there was no need to wear it anymore, now that he thought of it, he didn't even remember putting it on.

Lifting his leg closer to his chest, he inspected it. Wrinkled and yellowed with age, he clutched the end of the strap and attempted to undo the buckle, pausing when a polished padlock got in the way.

"Marc, did you do this?" Steven couldn't tear his eyes from his ankle to address him.

"Do what?" Marc's raspy voice muffled against the pillow.

A distant click echoed through the loft, catching Stevens attention. Peering across the room, he watched as the handle of the front door gradually turned before squeaking open.

A brief wave of relief came over him, followed by a feeling of deep confusion.

Stepping your toes on the back of your shoes, you quietly slid off your trainers, closing the door behind you.

"What are you doing here?" His sudden question surprised you, you thought you had hours before they woke.

Glancing up at him for the first time, you showed him a reassuring smile as you stumbled into the kitchen with arms full of bags, "You're awake."

Your nonchalance caught him off guard, "How did you get in?"

"With a key?" You replied as if it were obvious.

Stevens words lingered in his throat, before his focus fell back on the strap.

"Um, can you help me with this for a moment?" He asked kindly.

That was Stevens problem, he was too kind. If it were Marc or Jake they probably wouldn't have agreed to spend time together late last night, but Steven didn't know how to decline, so he invited you over.

"What's wrong?" You wandered over to him, face laced with a look of cluelessness.

"I'm a bit of a Muppet," he giggled, examining the engravings on the lock, "I don't remember putting this on last night and now I'm not sure how to get it off."

Reaching the end of his bed, you stared down at the lock in his grasp, "You probably need a key."

It was Steven's turn to be sarcastic, "Well yes I know that much, I just have no idea where it would be."

"My guess would be," You started, feeling against your chest and pulling out your necklace from under your shirt, "here."

Stevens natural smile remained on his face as he faced you, before his eyes lingered on the small key in your hand, his kind expression faltering.

"Um," He whispered, before letting out a chuckle, "I'm not quite sure I understand."

Your stomach fluttered as he peered up at you with his big watery eyes, your fingers threading through the hair on the back of his head, massaging his scalp, "It's okay, I don't expect you to."

Steven was so lost in your eyes he almost didn't notice Marc's figure sitting up in the mirror, "What the hell is going on?"

The corner of Stevens lips tugged into a slight frown, "You're starting to scare me just a little bit."

"Don't be silly, there's nothing to be afraid of," You said, lolling his head back as your fingers left his scalp.

Treading over the ring of sand you had laid out merely hours before, you continued unpacking the bags of groceries on the kitchen bench, stacking boxes of instant soup and noodles beside the sink.

"What are you doing?" Hearing his low, intimidating voice gave you a rush of excitement.

Tearing the lid off a cup of chocolate pudding, you spooned a heap into your mouth, attempting to hide your obvious smirk.

"Seriously whatever this is, just please stop alright?" He pulled himself onto his knees, clutching the timber bed post for support. "You're scaring Steven."

You slowly dragged the spoon along your tongue, "Like I said, he has no reason to be scared."

"Y/N."

Gazing up at him, you admired his domestic appearance, his navy blue long sleeve shirt clinging to his body.

"Give me the key," He ordered, glaring at you.

You thought for a moment, before digging the spoon back into the cup, "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Marc repeated, raising his voice, "This isn't funny, give me the key!"

Instead of feeding into his frustration, you ignored him, continuing to make room in the cupboards for the shopping.

When he didn't respond straight away, you knew what he was trying to do.

Turning back around, you watched his face fall as he struggled to summon his suit.

"Where is he?" He choked, eyes failing to meet yours.

"Who?" You asked innocently.

"Don't do this," He whined. "Where is he?"

"Oh." Guiding your hips around the corner of the bench you paced towards the bed, "You mean him?" You asked, gesturing to Konshu's ushabti you had put on a nearby bookshelf.

You watched as his face immediately fell, his eyes glimmering as he struggled to pull his gaze away from the statue, "What?"

Studying his upset expression, you circled past the shelves and approached him, gently sitting at the end of the bed.

"Hey," you whispered, your palm planting on the rippled sheet beside him, hoping to attract his attention.

Shuffling back from you, the corners of his lips tugged downwards, his brows frowning with them as an overwhelming feeling of fear overcame him.

You were astounded at how easily he had retreated. You were prepared for the worst, expecting him to put up a fight ending in his wrists being cuffed to avoid any further mishaps. Nevertheless, it appeared that no such force was needed, as the fear of losing his safety net was enough to make him vulnerable.

#fanfic #moon knight #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #konshu #yandere #x reader #oscar isaac #request

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scorbleeo · 7 months

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Book Chat: Reign of a King

Kingdom Duet (Book 1) by Rina Kent

Source: Google Images

Nothing is fair in war.

Jonathan King is every bit his last name. Powerful. Untouchable. Corrupted. He’s also my dead sister’s husband and way older than me. When I first met him as a clueless child, I thought he was a god. Now, I have to confront that god to protect my business from his ruthless grip. Little did I know that declaring a war on the king will cost me everything. When Jonathan covets something, he doesn’t only win, he conquers. Now, he has his sights on me. He wants to consume not only my body, but also my heart and my soul. I fight, but there’s no escaping the king in his kingdom…

Source: Goodreads (2020)

Again, Did We Need Two Books?

Before going into Reign of a King, I already expected to dislike this book. There's just something about the Kings that do not entice me as much as other Kent characters (hoping that only relates to the older generation). When I read Levi's story, I thought that was a good start to the Royal Elite series. Then I came to Aiden's story and boy did I have the worst ride ever. I did not like Aiden and Elsa's story at all, could not understand why they needed three books to get the storytelling done. And that's why I was skeptical about Jonathan's story. Throughout the entire Royal Elite series, every time Jonathan made an appearance, someone's bound to comment just how similar Aiden was to Jonathan, he's literally Jonathan's mini-me. Now tell me how was I going to go into Jonathan's story with open arms when I know I am entering Aiden's older-me world?

On a slightly brighter side, I am a teeny tiny bit surprised I did not hate Reign of a King as much as I expected to. Jonathan's really not as horrible as Aiden. Something about the son that I hate was his inability to understand "no". There is still resemblance between father and son in regards to how they react to objections but Jonathan's approach is more mature in this dark romance world and for that, I did not hate him as much. I guess it helped that I like Aurora's retorts. The banter was much better considering it was between one almost seasoned adult and one very seasoned adult, it just felt more mature.

However, as refreshing as these adult characters were, the plot plummeted all the way to the ground. I understand Kent wanted a sense of mystery with the Kingdom Duet duology but it just wasn't written well at all. I have not started on the next book but I can already tell you, Jonathan and Aurora's story did not need two books. This first book was so unnecessarily dragged out and trust me, if you cut much of the smut out, the plot could have easily been incorporated with the next book to have just one book in total.

I'll be honest here, I never read books for smut, if they are there, then they are there. Some books, you know are written with smut as the focal point, and others, its just a small driving factor for the plot. With the way Kent planned out this world of hers, with or without smut, the stories would still receive the same reaction. What can I say? After going through a handful of her books in a short period of time, I am just so bored with the smut she wrote.

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

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whiskehorange · 3 years

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Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you but I’ve been feeling down lately and I really enjoy reading ur blog. Is it ok if you do Jason, micheal, bubba Thomas, Brahms ,pyramid head, asa and Harry warden if possible with an S/O who’s usually happy and willing and all of a sudden she breaks down one day bawling on the couch or something and she didn’t know they were there, not wanting to make them upset or sad? Sorry if it’s really sad, I just need a lil love, I love u and ur blog! Thank you! Take your time and drinks lots of water!

Jason

Uhm, excuse me bitch what in the fuck is going on? You gave you the right to scare the shit out of Jason like that?

When he first came home the weeping made him freeze. He was positive it wasn’t you, he had never even seen you frown before so this absolutely cannot be your crying. Yet, as he walked in to see you whip around, tears streaming down your face as you look at him in pure shock you almost send him falling backwards

He doesn’t even care what made you cry of feel this way he’s going to be up your ass the entire day. Coddling, kissing, rubbing, and doing any and all for of comforting that he knows how to do

Jason absolutely hates seeing you cry, especially as hard as you did. You’re more than welcome to talk to him about it for as long as you want whenever you want and all he will do is listen and comfort you

Jason is a very physically affectionate man, even though he is a bit hesitant at first, so when you feel yourself in a time like this, you bess’ believe that he’s going to be around you 24/7. Even a few days after that, he needs to be your therapist (which he’s real good at)

Michael

You won’t be able to see it, but Michael is panicking and sweating bullets underneath that mask. It’s an immediate fight or fight response

Michael, overall, isn’t too good with handling other peoples emotions, so don’t be surprised when he doesn’t come to you right away for any sort of comfort in those "typically ways"

Hugging, coddling, cuddling, and any typeof caressing is going to come later in the day when things have begun to quiet down. Not only is he completely unused to having to comfort you in anyway like this, but he's pretty pissed at whatever made you come to this point

The main thing Michael wants you to do is to talk to him, tell him what's wrong so that he knows just how to handle the situation: either to kill or to... not know what to do

It's very safe to say that he will get better with knowing how to comfort you if this does ever happen again, which he really hopes it won't.

Bubba

There is a lot that can make Bubba cry, at this is one of the times he wasn't expecting to. Everyday, no matter how hard it was for him, he knew he could count on your cheery face to great him when he comes running back inside

His first reaction is to panic; he's never been put in this sort of situation before with you and he really doesn't know how to approach you. He sort of just sits awkwardly next to you and whines

Comfort does eventually find your way with pets and hugs, there aren't really any verbal affirmations he can give you, but for what he lacks in communication he can make up with physical affection one way or another

A downside to Bubba, however, is that he almost has an out-of-sight-out-of-mind personality realistically. So don't get too upset if when you have some space from him that same day that he'll sort of forget you've been upset

In that case, be prepared for the exact same meltdown when he figures out how upset you've been for the second time

Thomas

Thomas' defense mode in immediately activated. Never would he have thought that he would have to be on the comforting side so you'll have to give him a minute, but it really isn't even that long

He's gentle and patient, he knows what its like to feel such extreme motions and most of all that they are pretty hard to get out, so take your time and he'll be here with you until you're back up on your feet. Literally

To say you scared him would be an understatement, but he pushes that aside to genuinely make sure that you are not physically hurt, because if that was the case whoever did it should be the one scared

Instead, Thomas has somewhere quiet for you to go with him, the least he would want is for Hoyt to complain about such "loud" crying in the house. It's better for him to give out physically comforting, too!

His go to's are hugs and petting/caressing, it's what he would want. It's comforting to say the least, but the fact that you can't even breath right doesn't go down well when he's crushing your spinal cord in a bear hug

Braham

However oblivious, he's oddly able to tell that you're acting different before you even get the chance to melt down. From all of the time spent watching you from within the walls, you can say that he knows you like the back of his hand

Brahms has absolutely no clue how to address you. Of course he's fended for himself for a long time but any sort of emotional help is foreign to him

He'll come around, of course, the moment that you do breakdown he's by your side and he's ready to do just about anything you tell him to do but he's on edge

However, the sort of comfort you will get from him will be physical, it's the best way he can quickly show any form of care for you that he thinks will work. Brahms absolutely hates seeing you this way because he want to be able to fix the problem and he just doesn't know how

He insists that you tell him whats wrong as he holds you, curled up, in his lap. Gently caressing your head and face as he listens to your soft cries and explanation. It's the best he can do for you and he knows that that he'll have to pay close attention to when you baby him next, that way he's prepared for whenever this might happen next

Pyramid Head

What the fuck even? Pyramid Head isn't going to catch on too soon, but the moment he hears your cries from anywhere he is by your side immediately

He hates it the most out everyone on this list, and I mean that heavily. Not only does he go on rampages because he doesn't know what's wrong, but it pisses him off to no end that he doesn't know how to handle it

Pyramid Head wants so bad to be able to comfort you and understand what's made you this upset that he can come across as a little overbearing, but mainly clingy. He doesn't leave your side well after you've stopped crying and makes sure to keep an eye on you from now on so that he can possibly be there before this happens again

While he isn't able to properly communicate to you, a lot of his body language displays signs of uncomforted alongside you. Just about any emotion you feel he absorbs and feels it right with you, mainly because its his way of showing you that you're not alone and he's here to spend this time with you

Just please don't ever do that again it's so stressful he likes seeing you bubbly not sad omfg-

Asa

Asa is the most unreadable, really. He's able to keep his composure the entire time as you bawl your eyes out before him, but inside he's shaking up a little. He doesn't like seeing you upset whens it's not for play of course, so it comes as a bit of a surprise for even him

He's a little hesitant to comfort you because he is surprised, but is also just one of the most distant when it comes to comfort in this way, While being used to your much brighter personality, eventually he'll get better at it for for the time being, you don't have to deal with much of him

There is some physical reassurance, so you're not completely neglected, but Asa does have other things to do. He gently takes you in his arms and leads you up to the bedroom where he lays you down, caressing your head and covering you up

He'll leave to get you water or a drink and some other small things like your phone or a small snack if you haven't eaten, but mostly your phone so that you can call or text him if you need him. From there he'll shut the lights iff and let you get a bit of sleep

Asa stays in the house and cancels any outside plans for the day and makes sure that his phone's ringer is on at all times. By the time you call him for something he'll be up to your room before the ringtone even ends

Harry

Harry is most definitely clueless and will feel like he's going to cry right alongside you. Harry is not good at handling his own emotions let alone yours

He adored being around your bright and shining face everyday, it was something that could regulate his own and he clung to you like a moth to a lamp. So, you can only image the confusion and terror Harry experiences when he comes home to you the complete opposite

It's a very frantic sort of comfort that he gives you, moving from one thing to another to try to figure out what's wrong and what do to. It's really almost as if Harry feels your emotions stronger than you do, but he wants to do everything in his power to fix you

He comes home extra aware in the future, always prepared to be there by your side in hopes to deal with your feelings better, but he still doesn't like it at all. He goes out of his way to do more things around the house of for you in general to lessen up any stress, even if there was none in the first place

#jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #pyramid head x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #harry warden x reader #slasher x reader

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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me seeing the ask masterlist realizing most of them are mine : 🤡

BUT ANYWAYS

CONCERNING THE FAMILY DAY

THE SIBLINGS 🛐

i’m not saying that i have a crush on ace’s brother , cater’s sisters and sebek’s siblings because of that some fanart but that’s exactly what i’m saying

ACE’S MOM DESTROYING HER SON LIFE IN FRONT MC ? FORGET THAT ACE’S BROTHER CAME IN WITH THE RECEIPTS . HE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT AND 👏🏾HE 👏🏾IS 👏🏾PREPARED👏🏾

“hey did you know that ace used to looooove going around butt naked when he was younger ?” “DON’T YOU DARE-“ “here i have pictures , videos , posters and mugs printed of it-“

CATER’S SISTERS WOULD PROBABLY BE ALL OVER MC

“oh they’re so cute ~ !” “(new nickname)-chan ! do you wanna see some baby pics of cater ? look at this one he couldn’t quite stand on his legs and he-“ “HAHAHAHAHAA yeah so funny ! but would you like at the time it’s to go-“

sebek’s siblings would probably resemble their parents ? i see his sister being just like his mother and his brother as calm as his father ? ACTUALLY THE WHOLE ZIGVOLT COUPLE GIVE ME BAKUGOU’S PARENTS VIBES-

JACK’S LITTLE SIBLINGS-

I- THE LOVE I HAVE FOR THEM WHEN WE DON’T EVEN KNOW THEIR NAMES-

his brother is in middle school if i’m not wrong so just like all these AnGsTy teenage boys (and his brother-) he would be like “i-it’s not like i needed your help or anything o(｀ω´ )o” sure whatever rocks you boat-

HIS LITTLE SISTER WOULD BE LIKE CHEKA . THE MINUTE SHE SAW HER BROTHER SHE WOULD BE LIKE “hey big bro ! look i grew a lot since last time ! i’m a big girl now so i can go with you do luge next time ! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ” PLEASE SHE WOULD BE ADORABLE WITH THE EARS AND ALL DOWOWODKWOMEODMEKWOWKSOWKSDKSOWKEOEOOEE

TREY’S LITTLE SIBLINGS. you’re watching from afar as a flock of children come and proceed to pummel your friend to the ground-

they would be the kind of siblings that’s asks questions about everything and anything at any time i just know-

LETS NOT EVEN TALK ABOUT KALIM’S SIBLINGS BECAUSE ITS A FUCKING ARMY AT THIS POINT-

imagine this

in a dark room somewhere in nrc . multiples children are sat besides a round table with sunglasses on and glass of grape juice adult beverages in their hand .

Okay i don’t know how to write so that it would makes sense BUT BASICALLY ITS JUST A “MY BROTHER/UNCLE BETTER YOU POO BECAUSE HE-“

yes the same would happen with the older siblings i am convinced-

also don’t worry it wasn’t too long i’m happy it gave you inspiration-

ASK AND YE SHALL RECIVE!!!!

HONESTLY, SAME ANON!! I HAVE A BIG FAT CRUSH in Cater’s Sisters and Ace’s Brother (and Sebek’s, Azul’s & Deuces mamas) 😭😭😭

Sorry, but I'll do a hard pass writing for Kalim's mansion-full of siblings 🙇‍♀️ (plus I don't think Crowley would let 30+ kids-teens-toddles-babies come into NRC lol, maybe just the following 3 after Kalim) BUT INSTEAD!!! I hope you like the bonus character~

LOL THE FIGTH TO FIND OUT WHO'S BROTHER IS THE BEST, A CHAOTIC BATTLEFIELD FILLED WITH BABY PICTURES AND ANECDOTES OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND CUTE/STUPID/HEARTWARMING THINGS ALL OF THEM DID

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MC attentively watched as skilled hands mix card in different flashy ways, while Ace sat beside them with a bored and irritated look on his face.

“This is your card!” The older redhead took a random card and showed it to MC. Sparkles shone in their eyes as they smiled a big bright smile, amazed at the card trick.

Ace interrupted the moment. “Oh, yeah, duh! The easiest trick there is! You just had to cast a simple spell that allows only your eyes to see which card [Name] picked highlighted in red!”

Big Brother Trappola looked at his sibling with an unamused face, MC mirroring the look at having their momentary joy crumbled like that. “Sure, a simple trick, but it was I who taught it to you. Don’t forget little Ace! You’re always following my steps~”

The heart suit boy sighed exasperatedly, shaking his head and looking some other way.

“Ah, he definitely is following a~ll your advices, Big Bro! Ace is always mentioning how you taught him many useful tricks for life!” MC became a little tattletale to antagonize their friend.

The Hearstlabyul student tensed, blushing as he looked at the other two. His sibling smirked, “Really now~? Oh, I didn’t know you loved me so much, baby bro! Say, [Name], let me tall you all my favorite stories of Ace when he was little! I even brought our old photo album for you to view! You can keep it if you like~” The aforementioned photo record appeared, “Look at this one! Ace used to wear his tighty whities like a superhero mask!”

At that, the 1st year tugged his friend away from his mischievous older brother, dragging them far away from his influences.

~°~ ~°~

“Cay-nii! Look look! We found your cute little friend before we could find you, and they were so kind to bring us here!” The younger of the two Diamond sisters waved at her brother. However, her arm remained linked with MC’s.

Cater looked scared, despair quickly painting his face. All his attempts to hide, ruined But now that his sisters had MC in their arms... He couldn’t run the risk of them embarrassing him in front of his crush.

“A-Ahaha..! Yeah, look at that..!” The orange haired boy awkwardly laughed, approaching the menace that were his sisters (with a cute, clueless MC between them).

MC spoke up with that bright smile on their face, "Your sisters are so lovely, Cater! I wouldn't mind having siblings as nice as these."

"Oh if only you knew, little Prefect." Cater though to himself.

The sisters looked at each other, then at their younger brother. "Is that so, [Name]-chan~?" The older one inquired, words drawled out in a playful yet dark tone. Oh no, Cater tensed at what they were planning.

Acting quickly, the girls dragged MC over to one of Heartslabyul's many couches. "You're always welcomed into the family, [Nickname]-chan!" "To show you you're a Diamond now, let us watch some of Cater's old baby pics! He was the most adorable little brother back then!"

The Heartslabyul student hurried up to his siblings, trying his best to ruin their "bonding" activity.

~°~ ~°~

The evening was nice, warm with a comfortable breeze... The surprising thing was that MC shared many laughs with Sebek and his siblings through the day.

They were nice, very nice! The girl was intense like their friend, while the boy was tamer, on the shy side.

They shared many stories about their family life: the fishing trips to catch salmon, what their parents were up to in the clinic and the new patients they got to work with (quite a colorful array, one must say), life in Valley of Thorns, tales of their magical awakening and how Sebek threw up when his magic woke up, funny stories of childhood games, and thought MC many songs!

With how much they butt heads with Sebek, MC wholeheartedly welcomed this wonderful day filled with happiness, shared with their friend and his siblings!

~°~ ~°~

A Magift practice match supervised by Leona

MC sat on the sidelines, a bouncing wolf pup sitting on their lap. The small child marveled at the highspeed tricks and plays of both teams. "Big Bro Jack!! Go go go, Big Bro Jack!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, cheering her brother on.

At their side, an embarrassed sigh could be heard. Jack's little brother, who held striking resemblance with him (specially with that attitude), tried to hide away from onlookers' eyes after his sister's cheer.

But then...

Jack snatched the disk from the enemy team, sending it flying through the air with a mighty powerful flick from his magical pen and--!

"SCOOOOORE!!!!" Both young wolves screamed in happiness, tails wagging a couple times as their adrenaline kicked.

Leona laughed at the reaction. "Not so indifferent now, huh, squirt?" His hand ruffled the wolf boy's hair. The boy blushed at getting caught cheering like that.

A sudden snicker startled the siblings as they looked at the hyena beastman. "You resemble your brother a lot. I'm sure you could become as good of a player as Jack some day."

The little girl gasped in amazement, siblings looking at each other with excited sparkles in their eyes at the compliment the older of the two just received.

"Ah~, they're just as adorable as Jack!" MC gushed internally.

~°~ ~°~

"Trey-nii!" "Big Bro!" "Trey-Trey!" Many voices came their way, sounding excited about finally getting to see their beloved brother once more.

Trey chuckled nervously, "Here we go..." Suddenly, MC saw three little kids glomp their friend. Two hugged his legs while the other climbed up to cling to his torso.

"How have you been, big bro?" "Have you made friends?! Many friends?!" "Do you have sweets? I smell cake!" "Your house here looks funky!" "Can we go inside the big house, Trey-Trey?!" "Can I pick a pretty rose, Trey-nii? I really want a pretty rose!"

They fired multiple questions at their 3rd year friend. So young, so curious, a perfect embodiment of childhood...

MC giggled, "You never told me your siblings were so inquisitive. It's so cute!"

Their attention immediately turned to MC. In a hurry, they let go of Trey and approached the magicless human.

"You're a friend of Trey-nii, right?! Right?!" "You're pre~tty, no wonder Trey-Trey likes you!" "Hey, hey! Do you also have a big house like big bro?!" "Do you have any siblings? I wanna befriend my brother's friends' siblings!" "A pretty person like you deserves a pretty rose... Trey-nii! Can we pick roses to make a crown? Plea~se?!"

"Now now, let's not overwhelm [Name] in our first meeting, yes?" Trey's call silenced them in a second. "I do believe you must first introduce yourselves before asking so many questions to a stranger, don't you think?"

The trio looked to the ground and fidget with their clothes. "Yes, Big Brother Trey..."

The glasses wearing student shot an apologetic look to MC. "Why don't we go inside and get your introductions done, as well as your questions answered, over a slice of tart and a cup of tea? Sounds good? Maybe you can meet some other friends of mine, too."

The kids perked up, happy smiles brightening their faces as they nodded and took each of Trey's hands. The remaining child looked at MC, who smiled and stretched their hand for them to take before making their way into Heartslabyul dorm.

~°~ ~°~

"My Ruggie really did that?!" The old woman was surprised, wrinkled face showing her emotions.

MC affirmed with their head, "Yes, he's always helping me forage for herbs and tasty plants to use for meals! Really useful for cutting off expenses. He even taught me few recipes with said plants, recipes taught by you, Miss!"

Ruggie's grandmother smiled proudly. "He's such a nice soul, isn't he? Always bringing cans of food when he comes visit us to ensure the little ones back home have something to eat." She held MC's hand in both of hers, using the one on top to give the prefect's a couple taps.

"You treasure those recipes with your life, young one! And please," Her eyes were so gentle as she looked up at them, "Keep an eye out for my Ruggie, yes? He tends to overwork himself. Please, fulfill my role while I'm away from him, make sure he eats and sleeps well, that he stays hydrated and relaxes his mind. That is all I could ever ask from you."

MC's heart contracted with adoration at how kind this old lady was, a beautiful old soul still full of vigor.

They nodded, squeezing those calloused yet warm hands of hers.

Meanwhile, the eavesdropping hyena sniffled at the sweet moment between his grandmother and friend. He was deeply touched.

Two peopled he held dear to his heart were getting along swimmingly! More over, they just showed him they care equally as much about him as he does for them.

-- -- --

BUT WE ALL LOVE YOUR ASKS, ANON!!!!

KEEP BLESSING US WITH YOUR IDEAS!!!!

#zask #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #sebek zigvolt #cater diamond #jack howl #trey clover #ruggie bucchi

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citrusdarling7 · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 5- Corruption Kink with The Darkling

summary- the leader of Ravka’s Second Army takes a special interest in his innocent new solider, you

cw- kinda manipulative behavior, loss of virginity, use of “y/n” once, use of the word “sir”, and the Darkling himself is a warning lmfao

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Shadows danced across the palace walls in an unnatural rhythm. All of the curtains were drawn and the only sound that could be heard was the occasional clunk of boots. Oprichniki guards were surely patrolling the halls, but they were the least of your worries.

Truthfully, you were unsure of why the Darkling had requested your company tonight. You had been told by a maid that he needed the help of a Corporalki to test some sort of new Fabrikator device. But you had only been in the Little Palace for a mere month, and surely someone with more experience would be of more use to him. Nonetheless, you stood waiting outside of his quarters at exactly midnight, just as you had been requested to do.

Suddenly, the long door slid open, creaking on its hinges. The Darkling stood tall in his dark kefta as a satisfied smile graced his face. You inclined your head slightly to show your respect for the general.

“Y/n. You look lovely, as always. Come in and join me.” He stepped to the side, allowing you room to pass. As you entered the dark quarters, you watched him wave away two nearby Oprichniki.

This was your first time visiting the Darkling’s private rooms, and you were more than impressed. A round table in the war room depicted all of Ravka, along with its neighbouring countries. A variety of little figurines had been placed over certain cities and trade routes. Beside it, there was a smaller table that sat next to a bursting bookshelf. The country’s emblem had been stitched to a large banner which hung from what you assumed to be a window.

“The new kefta suits you. It was a shame that the old one was wrecked beyond repair.” He reached for your sleeve, then stopped for a visual confirmation of consent. Proud to be wearing your Grisha colors, you held your left arm out to him. The Darkling admired the material between his fingers, most likely impressed with the work of one of his loyal Fabrikators.

“Thank you, Sir. Grisha technology is still so new to me, yet incredibly intriguing. Where is the new device I am meant to test?” You had glanced around the room, but seen nothing that looked as if it needed a Corporalki to operate it.

“Ah, about that. Forgive me, but I may have lied a bit to get you here,” he told you with narrowed eyes. You took a step closer, interested in what the general had to say. “The matters I wish to discuss with you tonight are rather confidential.”

Ohh. This was a matter of war and politics. Well, now you understood why he had sent those two guards away. Before you realized your abilities, your studies in Balakirev had been focused on international relations. It made sense that he would come to you.

“Is there a particular issue you wish to seek my counsel on?” The Darkling closed the gap between you, unknowingly pressing your back against the edge of the circular table.

“You’re too innocent for your own good, especially considering your status as a Heartrender,” he laughed, his hand brushing your hair behind your ears. Unsure of how to respond to his sudden, you meekly smiled up at him.

“Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that I needed to make you mine.” Cold fingers traced your jawline as he spoke.

“I am yours. I answer to my general, as any good soldier would,” you told him. You had concluded that this was a test of your loyalty, which made sense, seeing as you were still a fairly new recruit to the Second Army. “I would slit my throat before I join forces with the Shu Han or the witch-hunting Fjerdans.” The Darkling let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head.

“Although I admire your undying loyalty to Ravka, that is not what I meant. Saints, you truly are clueless.” You frowned, a bit angry that he would say such a thing. Although the mastery of your Heartrender abilities was still coming along, you considered yourself to be decently intelligent. “Do not fret, pretty girl. I did not summon you here to reprimand you. Your training is coming along wonderfully,” he assured you.

“Then Sir, why am I here?” He chose to non-verbally answer your question by grabbing your face and pulling you in for a rather passionate kiss.

You would never admit it to any of your fellow Grisha, but you had never been kissed before. In that moment, it was everything that you had ever imagined. The Darkling gripped the back of your head with both of his hands as his lips worked against yours, sending waves of euphoria down your spine. His tongue invaded your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip.

When you finally forced yourself to push him away out of a need for breath, you realized how wrong this was. A reflective surface nearby revealed that your lips were flushed red and your hair was completely askew. Immediately, you headed for the door.

“Wait a moment,” the Darkling requested. His hands snaked around your waist from behind, successfully trapping you in his grip. “I apologize for being so forward with you. But Saints, you have ignored all of my previous advances! I simply wanted to confirm that you were interested.”

“Advances,” you spoke in a shaky breath. “Sir, what advances?”

“Was it not obvious? The flowers delivered to your room, the introduction to the royal family, the new kefta. Why else would I have been so welcoming to a Heartrender who came to my army nearly ten years late, with absolutely no battle skills whatsoever, if not for my clear desire?”

“I thought you saw potential in me,” you admitted. He laughed again, although this time it upset you.

“You are quite beautiful, but not of much use to me or the Second Army. A Heartrender who refuses to kill is like a dog that doesn’t bark.” Your face blossomed with shame at his reminder. He was right; you had made it clear to all of your instructors that you would not take a life. “Do not fret, pretty girl. I would reckon that all you need is a bit of corruption. Some darkness put into you.” The Darkling’s lips met the crook between your collarbone and neck. He nipped at your skin while humming quietly to himself.

“What do you mean?” you asked nervously.

“Let me ruin you; wreck that glowing innocence of yours. I will show you pleasure beyond what you have ever imagined,” he propositioned as one of his hands started to fumble with the fastenings of your kefta. His hot mouth against your skin made it so that the pit of your stomach felt as if it was on fire. “If you ask nicely, I might even be gentle.”

Making a spur-of-the-moment decision, you shrugged your kefta off your shoulders and turned to face the man. Dark eyes met yours as you wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. You silently prayed that the Saints would forgive you for the mistake you were currently making.

This time around, the kiss quickly escalated. Strong arms lifted and positioned you on the table, scattering about dozens of figurines and notes. The Darkling hastily removed his own kefta while you discarded your boots and woolen stockings. Underneath your red Grisha coat was a simple black dress.

“My color looks wonderful on you,” he praised you as his hands slid under your dress. You whimpered in surprise and anticipation as two of his fingers gripped the waistband of your undergarments and pulled them down. He had to manually bend your knees to get the garment completely off of you, seeing as your body was too overwhelmed to do much.

“My pretty girl, has a man ever touched you before?” The Darkling’s fingers grazed against your bare core while he awaited your response.

“N-Never like that, Sir,” you told him, attempting to hang your head to shield your reddening face. He used his free hand to grab your chin and yank it upwards.

“Good. I want you all to myself.” His digits trailed gently across your cunt, collecting your arousal with every swipe. “So wet for me,” he hummed in approval. Two fingers penetrated you suddenly, eliciting your body to lean forward into his. Once again, your lips met his in a fiery kiss.

As his fingers continuously thrusted into your sensitive cunt, it became harder and harder for you to concentrate on the kiss. Small moans left your mouth every few seconds as the pleasure continued to grow.

“Fuck,” you exclaimed in between heavy pants. Your head fell between the crook of his neck as the Darkling added another finger, which increased the sensations you were feeling by ten-fold.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl?” Unable to form a coherent response, you opted to nod your head and whimper. The general’s fingers left you, leaving your cunt aching and clenching over nothing. “I think you’re ready for the real thing.”

Before you could process anything that had just happened, you were lying on black bed sheets in a very dark room as the Darkling attacked your neck with his lips. His bare cock was hard against your thigh. You were so overwhelmed by everything happening that you had yet to notice anything abnormal in his sleeping chambers.

“Give me your hand,” he demanded suddenly. You obeyed, although hesitantly. “It’s going to hurt at first. Dig your nails into my palm if you must.”

Without warning, he lined himself up to your entrance and began to slowly stretch your walls. You bit against your lip and clamped your eyes shut in an attempt to ignore the sharp pain. The Darkling pressed his forehead against yours as he let out a low groan.

“Saints, you’re fucking tight. You take me so well.” You had the sudden urge to claw at his back, which you acted on. As he bottomed out inside of you, your fingernails drew blood from his skin.

At least, they should have. When you retracted your hands, you were surprised to find no trace of blood. Perhaps your Grisha abilities had finally shown up in a most unexpected way. The Darkling came to a similar realization.

“My pretty girl, I am going to have so much fun with you.”

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(tagging some of you hotties even tho idk if you’re a grishaverse fan) (if you’re tired of getting tagged in my kinktober stuff lmk!)

@brriley @b-aobao @ravenriddlewrites @littlemulattokitten

#the darkling #grishaverse #shadown and bone #the darkling smut #kinktober #citrusdarling7kinktober #citrusdarlingkinktober #smuttober #grishaverse smut #six of crows

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carrdfan · 3 years

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Eddie Brock x Reader

summary : Eddie's thoughts were becoming more and more destructive. Yet a night with you, a familiar bartender, it gives him hope he majorly needed

main tags : angst with comfort of a sort , female reader

notes : venom's entire presences isn't known to anyone yet

The room was quiet, even though there were countless others chatting the night away.

The soothing jazz, the appealing décor, it's no wonder why this bar was so popular when it came to the people in the city.

Yet for an unfortunate man, the comforting atmosphere was just not enough to calm him and his stress. With the recent lost of his relationship and job, Eddie couldn't keep his head up for once, something he did towards to many people.

The music was barely reaching to him, he was losing himself in the unforeseen void that was eating him away. He felt his paranoia grow as the distant chatter formed into laughter. Mocking him for how much of a fool he was and how he truly fucked up.

Any moment now he would break. Eddie knew that one more crack would be the thing that does him in, the thing that will forever ruin him.

"Eddie? You ok?"

Eddie flew his head up to his name, in front of him stood you, who was casually cleaning out a beer glass while facing and looking back at him.

Y/n, a well-loved bartender who enjoys her job. She was the chipper one in the group, making witty jokes, and always managed to help the workers look more forward towards their shift. Yet despite how favored she was, almost no one seemingly knew anything else about her.

If you were to ask, everyone's memories of her consisted of running jokes she came up with that person specifically, not many could recall anything else the overall jokes when it came to Y/n. No one knows what she feels behind her bright smile, and everyone was too distracted by her cheerful acts to dig deeper into it.

"Ah... Yeah, yeah, I'm doin' fine." Eddie attempted to casually brush off the concern, he felt like Y/n may not be the best when it comes to being the person someone would complain their heart out to.

"... You seem too troubled to be 'doin' fine.'" Y/n casually commented, her response made Eddie freeze for a second. She stopped cleaning the glass cup and placed it in its proper place, waiting to be picked up again when the next guy comes in shouting how he wanted Budweiser, or whatever beer was popular for tonight.

While being at a closer distance, Y/n grabbed a chair and took a seat, still looking away and focusing on what was on the T.V.

"You caught me. I ain't doin' the best right now... But what's got you so invested?" Y/n slowly turned her head to Eddie before giving him a big grin, it made her thought process unpredictable almost.

She rested her head down on the table, using her arms as some sort of pillow. "Nothing in particular, just couldn't help myself for asking. So, in any case, what's got you down?"

Childish, is what Y/n was almost all the time. Yet in a moment like now, she showed sparks of being the adult she actual was. Maybe it was a moment of desperation to let out his feelings, or maybe it was because she managed to give off such a pleasing figure right now. Either way, Eddie could barely catch himself as he casually gets the weight off his chest with Y/n.

"Have you... Has there ever been a time in your life where it all just seems meaningless? Hopeless?" There was a moment of pecking silence, Eddie looked at Y/n waiting for a response. Her eyes were closed and Eddie could've sworn she had passed out on him right then and there if she hadn't opened one eye as she stared back.

"Yeah. It's enviable basically. Why, did you have a recent epiphany?" The question felt more of a targeted callout, a reminder of all the events that went down. Eddie took a deep exhale before responding.

"Yep. Lost it all in the matter of a few days, now I just.. Don't know what to do anymore." In the back of Eddie's mind, he took a grip on himself. 'Why am I telling her this? I barely know her.'

He was barely able to snap back and hear the next words that came out of Y/n, "I mean yeah, honestly, I'd lose my shit if that all happened personally... I believe every adult is on the verge of cracking, and to have that happen? Lose everything I had worked so hard for? I'm surprised you aren't on the news, being on the wanted list 'cause that would've been my final push." Y/n swiftly swings her head back to look at the television.

Out of everyone in here who would have such an introspect like that, the last person Eddie would believe to have it would be Y/n. "What do you know about being on the low side? Hell, you're nothing but the opposite honestly."

In the eerie pause of silence, Eddie felt disturbed as Y/n sat back up and slowly locked eyes with him while carrying a smile that was a bit too big for the type of conversation they were having.

"I'm an adult too Eddie, please don't be like everyone else and forget that."

Even with the silence broken, the air still felt disturbing as he took in her words, but before he could respond, Y/n got out of her chair and took a stretch. "Well, the usual loud crowd should be here any minute now."

She popped her knuckles in kiddy exaggeration. A mere 180° from what she was a mere moment ago. "I liked our talk, should do it more. I mean, even the ditz can be tired of themselves, y'know?"

She soon pats Eddie on the shoulder lightly, "Hang in there for me soldier, I don't wanna have these types of conversations with nothing but your dead corpse one day." The joke was caught, but for a situation like this, it did nothing but make Y/n's figure even more ambiguous.

Before he could respond, a loud outburst came from the entrance and caught Eddie's attention. It was a group of men, entering the bar, laughing and disturbing the peaceful atmosphere.

Eddie looked back at Y/n one last time, who was irritated and rolled her eyes to the sight. She did the same to Eddie as they locked eyes one last time before she walked off into the back room.

It felt short, but the talk the both of them shared tonight gave Eddie multiple feelings. He felt reassured and comforted, yet clueless in a way as he had many questions for Y/n that never got a chance to be asked.

Either way, Eddie was definitely planning on making a return for the next few nights. Y/n's strange mannerisms managed to puzzle and captivate him.

She was a book, and he wanted to read and understand her. Especially after tonight.

#eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock #venom x reader #venom imagine #venom movie #venom #female reader #marvel fanfic

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sugako · 3 years

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tied with a bow

suna x f!reader cw: 18+ only minors dni, toys (vibrating panties), (secret) toy use in public/exhibitionism, established relationship, slight dubcon (reader doesn't know they're vibrating panties at first) then consent & enthusiasm, slightly jealous suna, edgeing, accidental ruined orgasm (receiving), public sex/in a bathroom, a handful of "good girl"s, unprotected wc: 2.5k a/n: for the #boys&toyscollab from @fallensvint (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ ty for letting me participate this is such a fun collab idea and i had a great time writing it

"I know tonight isn't ideal, but maybe this will help make up for it."

You turn from your place in front of the bathroom mirror, eyebrows lacing in confusion until you look down at the small bag in his hands. It's a pretty shade of red, complete with matching tissue paper that's been carefully tucked around something inside.

"Rintarou, we already-"

"I know, but I felt like you deserved something more." He cut you off, a small smile curling up the corner of his mouth. You could tell from the held-back expression he was dying to laugh.

Considering it was your anniversary, it was fairly suspect. Suna had a crude sense of humor at the worst of times but had gifted you some practical items and a pretty, delicate necklace with a little black gem held in its grasp. Instead of a nice dinner as you had both originally planned, you were being whisked away to an EJP team event.

When he had been told he was contractually obligated you could feel the disappointment wavering off his body for hours. Though you tried to assure him that you truly didn't mind a free dinner and dressing up - although it came at the price of a little press - he still seemed upset until the day before.

Hesitantly, you reached out for the bag. While he noticed your careful reaction, he didn't make any move to comment, simply letting you find out on your own. The gift was easy enough to spot when you riffled through the paper.

"Lingerie?" You questioned, slowly pulling the black lace from the red package. Shoulders relaxing, you felt some comfort realizing it wasn't something to be worried about. At least, not that you knew yet. "It's pretty." You sighed, unfurling the material.

"Thought you would like it. Wear it tonight?" He asks softly. Smiling kindly, you wrap your arms around his thick shoulders and lean to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Yeah, I think it'll be fine with the dress I have picked out, but why…" a big detail catches your eye and you do a double-take back to your hands, "...why are there ties?"

"Oh," he shrugs, feigning innocence, "I think they wanted to be inclusive, just came in one size. No idea."

The next hour moves quickly between the two of you washing up and getting dressed for the night. Although his closet is impressive, Suna can be particular about his outfit selection. He tells you he wants to look good and professional, it's good for his career, but you think he just likes to dress up nicely at any given chance when he's not in the gym.

As time draws near, you're both nearing the door, smoothing any creases and straightening what needs to be. Though, a moment before you can wrap your hand around the door handle, he's grabbing your arm and pulling you back to his chest.

"Did we forget-?"

"No." He cuts you off gruffly, hiking your dress up with the hand not holding you.

"Rintarou, we don't have time!" You squeak out, fumbling to move his hands away.

"We're not doing anything." He mumbles while reaching back to grab something from his jacket pocket. "Just this," he says as slips the little bullet past the band of your panties, neatly placing it in the little pocket you hadn't noticed until now.

"Ri-rint-!"

"I'm surprised you didn't know what these were to begin with." He chuckles, letting you go and pulling out his phone. "I won't turn it on if you don't want me to, you just mentioned wanting to try-"

"Yes." You answer quickly. A little embarrassed with your own fervor your shift, straightening out your dress although it didn't need it. "I mean, uh, yes, as long as no one can hear it. Could be kinda fun."

His lips curl into a tight smile and he taps a few buttons on his phone, eyes shifting between you and the screen. It starts up quick and fast, pressed well enough against your clit to make you clamp your legs together.

"Rin!" You squeak, grabbing his arm to keep your knees from buckling.

"Whoops," he smirks rather unconvincingly, "Hmm, well it is quiet."

The panties are ruined before you even step out of the car to the event. Suna's hand comes down on the small of your back, holding you close before the crowd can sweep you away. Anticipation swelling in your chest you watch him as he pulls out his phone and flips through the apps.

"Ready?" He leans in to ask, voice barely raised above the gentle roar of the crowd.

"Yeah," you force yourself to take a deep breath and let your shoulders relax. "I'll let you know if I really need to stop for whatever reason." You quickly add, already knowing his next question.

"Good girl." He smiles, giving you back a little squeeze before he taps the screen. The vibe comes to life again, the soaked fabric making it even easier for you to feel it. You take a sharp, wavering inhale through your nose.

It's not as strong this time, but between how good Suna looks tonight, the longing touches you've been sharing since you left the house, and the fact that you're surrounded by people at a professional function, it felt just as dizzying. He would tease you endlessly for how you were reacting no matter what, you already knew, but that only added to the appeal.

The night went on smoothly for the most part. Suna came and went from your side when needed - whether to speak to the press, his captain, or grab drinks and food for the two of you. Though your voice didn't sputter and your body didn't tremble as much as you were briefly worried it would, there was still a certain amount of excited trepidation with every step you took and word you spoke.

While you longed for release and the ache drew up between your legs, you could feel that the two of you were close to the end. Suna had stepped away for just a moment leaving you beside Komori while he asked higher-ups if he was good to leave now. He wasn’t an exceptionally jealous or insecure person, and it was an innocent touch, really. But when he watched as you grazed his teammate's arm with the knowledge that you were ruining yourself, it ticked some feral part of his brain.

Stopping in his path toward you, Suna rips the phone from his pocket and clicks open the app once again for the night. The warning at the bottom of the screen telling him the battery was getting low didn’t even reach his eyes before he clicks the settings up to their highest level.

In the midst of giggling over the odd relationship between Komori’s cousin and one of Suna’s old teammates, both of whom you had met less than a handful of times, you felt the wind get knocked out of you. As you pretend to choke on your drink, you scan the room in a panic looking for him. Before you can spot him, a strong hand pressed into your back, forcing you to stand up straight.

“Oh, hi!” Komori gives Suna a wave and a small grin, clueless to your flustered expression. “We were just talking about Atsum-”

“Sorry,” he really is, “Promised we would head out early.”

“No worries.” He chirps back. “Nice seeing you.” It’s directed at you, but you’re lost. The pulsing between your legs is near unbearable, you’re wound up so tight it’s a wonder you haven’t burst over the edge yet. It’s all you can do to muster out a polite hum and nod to him. Your legs are shaking now, you have to take deep breaths to steady yourself, faking little coughs when moans bubble up in your chest. Suna is saying something else to him, but you can’t quite hear, the pressure in your ears too loud.

Then, without warning, it stops. Fingers digging into the sleeve of Suna’s jacket to get his attention, you give him a sharp tug. When you look, you realize he doesn’t have his phone out and he looks about as confused as you. Realization hits his face like a ton of bricks.

“Not feeling well?” He huffs out at you, less of a question and more of a statement really. You quickly shake your head and offer an apologetic look to Komori. “Sorry, we really do have to go now.”

He barely gets out another polite goodbye before Suna is dragging you out of the venue. You make it to the desolate lobby and are dragged into an empty-looking bathroom before you can even say anything.

“Why did-”

“It died, I didn’t do anything.” He quips, locking the door behind him. “I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t mean to.” Dragging you back to him he traces gentle kisses down your shoulders, already hiking up your dress with a hand that’s traveled to your ass.

“Please, need you, Rin.” Your eyes sparkle at him, pulling his face back up to yours so you can kiss him properly. At first, it’s sweet, tame almost, but your dire need and the fact that your cunt is still throbbing on the edge pushes you to deepen it. Tongue lashing across his, fighting for nothing in particular, everything about your motions and groping hands becomes sloppy and irregular.

“Right now? Here?” He teases out, cradling your cheeks.

“Yes, here. Now.” You demand with your hands already tugging on his well-made belt, struggling with the buckle. Through the silky material of his pants, you can feel how swollen and hard he already is. “Don’t need anything else, just you inside of me.” You continue, half-distracted from tearing his clothes away when his thumb swipes over your bottom lip and presses into your mouth. Without a second thought, you suck it in, lavishing your tongue over his fingertip as you would his cock. All it does is make you needier while your hands tremble around his length, finally pulling him out.

“Such a good fucking girl.” He groans when you swipe over the tip. Steadying your quivering body with two hands tightly drawn over your hips, he flips you around so you’re against the wide sink counter facing yourself.

While you settle your chest against it and spread your legs, he’s making quick work of the ties holding up your panties. “You really did make an absolute mess of these.” He whistles lowly, admiring the spread of creamy slick that’s painted between your thighs. The panties are tossed beside your face, your own smell momentarily taking your focus away from him until you feel the gentle prod of his cock against you.

“Just put it in, I can take it.” You beg, wiggling your hips back for emphasis.

“Bet you can.” He agrees as he pushes in the rest of the way with one fluid motion. A cracked moan breaks from you, and you realize as he fills you out that the cord in you is snapping. His hips barely drag out, shallowly pumping into you.

“Cu-cumming.” You stutter out, hips twitching under his hold. Being on the edge for so long pushed you into such sensitivity, even he’s a little surprised when you start to flutter around him. He keeps up his shallow pumps, wary of pushing you too far when he knows you’ve been teetering at the edge for so long, gently fucking your through until you slump against the counter. “Please…” you weakly call out, still aware of the pleasant draw of his cock that’s nudged deep inside of you.

Not bothering to answer, he offers you a small smile in the mirror, and pistons his hips out at a ferocious speed. The slap of skin and the all-too-loud squelching is making you dizzy, but you can tell by the precious look on his face that you’re not the only one. Suna’s eyes are connected to where he’s getting sucked into your gushing pussy that’s already left a creamy ring at the base of his cock. All he can think about is that you’re wet, so wet, and you’ve been waiting for this all day, waiting for him. Driven out of his own mind by the nearby sensation of you clamping down around him, whining and shaking in his arms, he already feels close.

When he pulls his eyes away from where he’s fucking you, he lands on your face in the mirror. This isn’t perfect, it’s really not. It’s no romantic anniversary night with flower petals and candles, it’s fucking in the bathroom outside a work event. And although he knows you don’t need anything fancy as you always tell him, he feels a twisted pang of guilt and excitement.

Anyone could walk by and hear your unobstructed, pitched moans, his deep whimpers, or the flesh hitting flesh over and over again. At best, this could be a difficult press scandal, but he can’t bring himself to really care, not when you’re begging for him - his cock, his orgasm, he cum to fill you up. His attention is only on you, forcing his hips to thump harder against your backside, balls slapping against your poor, tired cunt that just keeps leaking around him.

You can feel how close he was to his own end, pressure building up in him, cock twitching against you while his resolve falters and his hips stutter against you. The spout of words you had been blabbering on to encourage him got lost as he slams into you with some finality, the warm spray of his cum filling you up from the inside.

Taking a heavy breath he lets himself fall over your back, long torso laying heavy against you. Neither of you attempts to speak, panting and whimpering just above a whisper. After a heavy minute, Suna turns his head to rest against your cheek, giving you a pleased hum.

“Maybe next time I should just keep the battery low.”

#boys&toyscollab #suna x reader #suna smut #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna rintaro smut #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x y/n #hq smut #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Easy come, easy go

“I’m saying, we’re not going to be okay when we’re apart. I’m not sure if I could give the same efforts you’re about to offer in the future,”

Pairing: Jeno x female!reader Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST. Enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, summer love WC: 3,038k Warnings: female reader wears lipstick, jeno putting on lipstick to you, swearing, mentions of parties and one beer, but no alcohol consumption, high school graduates so it the summer before college starts. Unprotected sex, mentions of making out, breakup, couch sex, mentions of other idols. A/N: I’m in a jeno mood for days already now ughs

It all started this summer, where your cousin Haechan introduced you to some of his friends to somehow help you make new friends over the summer. Having new friends is nice of course, who wouldn't want that. But meeting Lee Jeno and being nice to him was the worst decision you made so far. He was annoying, rude, has poor eyesight and seriously you don't understand why girls go crazy over him. It's like he is this walking nightmare the whole summer that you try to avoid at all costs but you just can't because he and Haechan are best friends.

"The guy likes you. Jeno is not usually "rude" to girls, in fact, he's good with girls. So just have more patience with him," Haechan explains after you rant your heart out during a house party. "Fix your lipstick its smudge- I'll go get you a beer, wait here" and so you did, you took out your phone and your lipstick, trying to re-apply it under the dim lights and neon lights, then suddenly someone bumped your shoulder so hard and spilled their drink on your thin blouse.

It was Jeno. And instead of saying sorry he let out a small laugh and pretended that he didn't do it on purpose. "You look like a clown- uh, your lips... here let me get that for you-"

"Fuck you. Don't touch me," you said sternly and walked away. Leaving Jeno completely speechless and worried because he really did fucked up this time.

You looked for the nearest bathroom and wash away the beer from your blouse but it's useless. The beer stained already it's so obvious, not to mention your face is a mess and Jeno was right you look like a clown because you didn't notice you put on too much lipstick earlier. "Fuck" you murmured and got a tissue to wipe away your ruined makeup.

"Y/n, it's Jeno uhm... Can you please open the door so we could talk, and I could apologize sincerely" he rests his head on the door while holding on to the knob, waiting for you to open it. Thankfully, you did but not because you're being soft this time, you only opened the door because sooner or later you have to deal with him and you rather talk to him in private.

"What?" you asked without meeting his eyes and trying to re-apply your lipstick again but this time you're sure you'll get it right.

"I really didn't mean it earlier. I have poor eyesight and as you can see I don't have glasses right now, so that's why... I'm really sorry." he explained, short but you know it's the truth. He wouldn't come and find you if he didn't want to apologize.

"Apology accepted," you leaned on the mirror and continue to what you're doing but to your surprise, he came closer, grabbed you by the waist gently, and took the lipstick out of your hand.

"Turn towards me," you do as you're told, he then lifted your head, and then you watch him put a little pigment on his middle finger, just enough for your lips and just how you like it. Is he really this good with girls that he even knew how to apply lipstick? "Part you lips," he requests.

But it was a request that made the atmosphere a little warmer and it both made your hearts beat so fast.

Gently then he dabs his finger lightly on your lips, carefully putting enough color into it and careful not to ruin it again for the second time. And when he's done, you simply locked eyes and that's when you saw that he does like you.

Then he kissed you and stopped the world for you. Everything turned silent even though the party music outside the bathroom was blaring and everyone seems to be shouting. It was a quick kiss but it felt so good and right at the same time that Jeno asked for more and wanted to deepen the kiss but you stopped him.

"Okay okay. I understand now," you giggle and erased the pigment on his lips with your thumb. "Let's take it slow," you said and smiled at him but the man who's smiling so big in front of you reached out for the doorknob and locked it. You would be lying if you say you don't want him to kiss you again.

A few days after the kiss, Jeno didn't stop teasing you in front of his friends but it got lessen. A few days later, the little crush grew and grew until Jeno decided he really wanted to try and make things work with you. He can be so annoying to the point that you wanted to punch him, but you know that he's serious when it comes to his feelings. Jeno can be a real asshole sometimes, but the man knew how to make you happy and smile privately.

After the first month of summer, you and Jeno had the time of your lives and spend your precious time together privately. Night swimming in his house, sneaking out to make out during parties with friends, you visiting him during his work and wait for him until its closing time. The first month was beautiful and you didn't expect you would have a great time with someone you used to hate. Even though you hide what relationship you have from everyone, you and Jeno love the privacy and to be honest you don't care if he doesn't flex you to everyone. The man loves you and that's what's important.

“Welcome, beautiful”

Jeno said with a big and teasing smile as you enter the coffee shop his family owns and where he usually works whenever he’s free. “You here to see me? I knew it, you always had a crush on me” he teases further.

“No dumbass, I’m here to buy Haechan a cake,” you said, scanning the displayed cakes and avoiding to look at Jeno’s handsome smile. “I’ll take the birthday cake, and three candles please”

You watch Jeno put the cake and secure it in a box, with the three candles as requested. Giving it to you before he accepts your payment, "You're really not here for me? While I think about you every second of the day?" he pouts and crossed his arms.

"Oh you're annoying, see you tonight" you rolled your eyes but left a smile before you leave him.

Tonight is Haechan's birthday and everyone at home was busy preparing for the party including you. It's a sleepover, only Haechan's closest friends and a few family members were invited that's why you're lucky you get to sleep with Jeno tonight, you just have to plan out how you can sneak out without the others seeing you.

As the party started and guests started arriving, you and Jeno barely talked to each other because you were busy talking to your relatives. But he never let you out of his sight, he was watching you from afar and listing the names of the guys who talk to you tonight in his head. And when all family members came home and everyone who stayed are all drunk and sleeping, you went downstairs to where Jeno is sleeping and brought him a pillow and a blanket.

"Thought you forgot about me already, hi" he waited for you on the couch while he's laying comfortably there with all the lights turned off and only the light from the swimming pool illuminates the room.

"Don't you want to sleep somewhere comfortable?" you whisper and sat on top of him, legs on both of his sides.

"Now that you're on top of me, this is my definition of comfort" he smiled so sweetly and reached for your face to cup it and kiss you. "Let's sleep here tonight," he whispered and pulled your body closer to him. Lips moving, tongue swirling on each other while your hands are intertwined. Letting yourselves enjoy this quiet night for this busy day kept you both apart from each other for so long.

"Jaemin was too friendly with you earlier,"

"I didn't notice- wait, you were watching me the whole time?" you whispered back.

"Of course I'm watching you,"

"Well if we go out in public he wouldn't be so clueless, and you wouldn't end up hating your friend"

"I like the privacy we have. Plus do you realize how much teasing we'd get from Haechan?" you agreed to him and placed your head on top of his chest to listen to his heartbeat. "You know when I first saw you my heart beat so fast that I ended up being rude to you instead of acting cute," you feel the vibrations of his giggle and hear him well. It was just a few words, a sincere gesture and, a little honesty but it made you feel something deep inside that made you confess your love to him.

"I love you. I know it's too early to say it, but there I said. I love you," you hide your face on the side of his neck and feel him soothe your back.

"I was planning to say it first, that's not fair. But, me too. I love you too." he searched for your eyes and flashed a handsome smile at you. Tracing your lips as he remembers the first night he kissed you for the first time. Then you came closer to him for a kiss but the moment heated in no time and the next thing you know you're pulling down Jeno's shorts and palm his big cock through his boxers briefs.

He let out guttural sounds, proof that he's loving the pleasure but careful enough not to be heard so you kissed him and caught all his moans as you continue to work on his cock and eventually started grinding on top of him.

"Are we really having our first on a couch?" he whispered in between kissing, hands started to undo the buttons from your sleepwear. Finally exposing yourself to him, "beautiful as always," he murmured but you rolled your eyes on him, making you both giggle quietly. You removed his shirt and proceed to kiss his very hot body, kissing him on the neck, his collar bones, abs, and most importantly, his sensitive nipples that made him part his lips when your tongue made contact with it. "You're going to be the death of me," he said and slipped his hand inside your thin shorts to palm your ass. You then took initiative, to remove your shorts and throw it on the floor. Now that you're both only in your underwear it made you even more excited.

Slowly Jeno let his hand wander around your body, touching your boobs for the very first time and brushing his fingers oh so softly on your nipples and make them hard just like what you did to his. Until you intentionally came closer to him so you're boobs are near his face and did not hesitate to suck it until both of your nipples are swollen.

"When was the last time you had sex?" he whispered beside your ear and the way he asked you just made you breathe in deeply and let out a small moan.

"Let's just say that it's been too long that you will think you're fucking a virgin,"

"It's going to be a long night then," he said and immediately put two fingers inside you which made you hold onto his shoulder and grind on his fingers. "You were right," Jeno felt how tight you were and became more excited that he moved his finger deeper and curled them, massaging your tight walls and watching you enjoy the pleasure that he give you while you're on top of him.

Then he removed it and you let out a heavy sigh because of frustration, you were so wet by this time and you see his boxers briefs stained with your pussy juices and you swear, you wanted to get mad at him but now is not the time. "Put your fingers back in please,"

“You were so close to cumming, don't you want to cum on my dick instead?" he asked you, pulling his hard cock from his boxers briefs and reaching for your hand for you to palm it and feel how big he is. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you look at how big he is and you knew right then and there that he will feel good. So you position yourself comfortably on top of him, touching yourself for a few seconds before you let him line his cock on your hole.

"Just go slow," he said before you sink down and take him whole. Lips parting and eyebrows furrowing as you take him and let his big cock stretch you out. And when it's finally in, you breathe in and out heavily before you move your hips and make you both feel good.

"Oh fuck" he croaked and place his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him so he could keep you close. "Go slower," he whispered beside your ear then watch your pussy swallow his dick. The sight of it just made him want to fuck you hard tonight, break you and make you scream but he can't.

From the tip of his cock right to his balls, you were that deep that you were both losing your minds at that very moment. His hands roam around your body but it mostly stays on your ass, caressing your butt cheeks and teasing your butthole for a few times so you clench around him. "That's cheating," you joke and kissed him.

He pulled you in for a hug and focused on how you fuck him. Yes, fuck him. And this time a little faster and deeper that he's already on edge and making faces already. Faces that he does whenever he's about to have a mind blowing orgasm that he rarely gets. "K-keep fucking me like that," he said with deep groans, one arm around your waist and one arm reaches for your clit.

"Baby, you don't have to do that- fuck that feels good, mmm" his fingers were enough to make you crazy that you ended up fucking him faster, that the couch creaks already and anyone who is awake can definitely tell you're fucking on the couch.

And when the most awaited moment comes, he pushed you away so he could pull out and pump his cock and let his cum land on his stomach. With heavy breaths and a weak body, Jeno looked at you so lovingly at the other side of the couch. Reaching for his shirt to clean his cum so you could go back to your comfort on top of him.

"I'm sorry you didn't cum,” he said softly, sitting up to reach for you and kiss your shoulders as you busy yourself to wear your panties and sleepwear again. Jeno did the same before you two squeeze your bodies on the small couch. Laying bodies to bodies, sharing one blanket and keeping each other close the whole night.

And when the morning comes, you woke up alone on the couch with the blanket perfectly covering your body from the morning breeze.

Days after that fateful night, you and Jeno find ways to have sex whenever you can and enjoy the second month of summer together doing the things you want to do together, going on places and making unforgettable memories. But just as your relationship was going well, you didn’t expect it to fall right before your eyes.

While you were walking hand in hand on the street just after he ends his shift at the cafe and promised to walk you home, you were reminded of the following things you have to deal with just before this summer ends. And because you’re preparing for your college move-in next month, you mentioned it to Jeno for the first time with excited eyes and high pitched tones. “Am I boring you? Sorry, I was just excited” you said. And then he stopped walking.

“I’m not good with long distance. I love you but I know myself, I could end up cheating and hurting you-“

“Where is this coming from? What are you saying? What are you implying?” you asked, question after question because you have no idea why he’s acting like this. You didn’t expect that your excitement for your college dorms will spark something that will ruin your day.

“I’m saying, we’re not going to be okay when we’re apart. I’m not sure if I could give the same efforts you’re about to offer in the future,” he avoided eye contact and clenched his jaw. You’ve never seen him cold like this before.

“So in other words you’re telling me that eventually, we will break up? You just can’t say it to my face because you’re a coward who would rather give up than try the whole long distance shit first?”

Unfortunately, he nodded. And you don’t know why you’re still holding his hand so let him go and walked away.

“Y/n- fuck,” he followed you and tried stopping you, “let's not do this tonight please, it's so sudden,”

You closed your eyes and tried so hard not to cry in front of him. He just kept on saying the wrong words and it's breaking your heart.

“I would rather accept this sudden situation than let you hurt me slowly on the following days.” you shook your head and show him your disappointment. And what hurts you the most is he didn’t even tried to fight for you, or say he's sorry or admit that he’s wrong. He just let you walk away and throw everything that you built tonight.

A few days after your break up, Jeno regrets everything he did that he even tried reaching out to you and Haechan. But he was too late. You left because you can’t stay there and wait for him to chose you again, only to have the same answers that you get on the night you broke up.

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Tattoo Artist! Sukuna x reader (part 3)

Hey there again, I had a few ideas of where i wanted to take the third part, I'm very happy with what I came up with, it's very very fluffy, I hope you have a good time reading 💜.

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Warnings: Language, suggestive tones, alcohol consumption (everyone is of age here, around 21/22), nudity? Not really described, that's about it.

Saturday was slow for Sukuna, he doesn't really like working away his weekends, but here he is, finishing up a chest piece that looked good if he had to say so himself. Everything was luckluster to him compared to the project he was still drafting for y/n.

Speaking of her she hadn't texted him all day, neither did Sukuna. He told himself he wasn't clingy like that, she texted him before she would do it again surely. Y/n didn't pay much mind to him not making contact, perhaps he was busy. She wasn't wrong, she also had initiated most of their text conversations, she didn't want to seem desperate. Sukuna was going to contact her when he was free.

On the other hand Sukuna was stressed, passing in the hallway between the reception and his work booth, checking his phone every once in a while, he was a bit snappier than usual, not letting Gojo's or Megumi's remarks go, he would answer back, his voice almost dripping with venom, he was very much pissed and it showed.

When closing time finally came he was ready to blow up, Gojo teasing him, only made him more agitated. Gojo knew something was bothering him and he wasn't planning on dropping the subject.

"Hey 'kuna, tell the truth, you took her out and she left because she couldn't stand you, that's why you're so mad."

The white haired man joked, you could see the smoke coming out Sukuna's ears.

"Don't call me that. For your information, me and y/n had a great time, quit being an bumbass I'm not mad." Y/n did enjoy herself right? It sure looked like it. Was Sukuna getting insecure? Yes. Could everyone tell he was lying about not being mad? Also Yes.

"Oh so it's 'you and y/n' now? You were right Geto, he's got it real bad, he's not even calling her 'some girl' or something."

Gojo continued to laugh, he was enjoying every single second of torment he was putting Sukuna through.

He had enough though, he grabbed his jacket and his keys, but just before he left the rest of his crew and Yuuji, who came to eat with Megumi to close, he called to the most rational person inside. "Geto, come on I'll drive you home." Sukuna needed someone to talk to, he needed to know he was in the right and not going totally insane. Nanami was really close to him but relationships wasn't a topic he would really touch on. Gojo was out of the question, the man was a womaniser, not that it was a bad thing but he wouldn't even take Sukuna seriously, he only wanted to annoy him for the time being. Megumi was also a no. He would spill the beans to Yuuji, he already had Gojo on his ass he didn't need two more idiots making fun of him, one was barely tolerable. That only left Geto, who has at least had a few solid relationships and he was trustworthy enough not to give him too much shit.

Geto grabbed the chance not to have to clean for one night, but he was very curious about Sukuna's sudden move to give him a ride home, he has never offered that before. Yuuji had tipped him off, he knew his brother wanted to get all of the attention, if y/n didn't make a move, his brother would go insane. He was surprisingly right, so Yuuji told Geto to try and get his brother riled up. Now Geto didn't exactly agree, but he wanted to give Sukuna a friendly nudge to the right direction.

Sukuna had already been driving for a little while, he couldn't find the courage to open his mouth and talk. Has he gone mad? Its not like he's clueless about girls, he's had many. Why was it different this time?

"So how come you wanna drive me around at night?" The raven haired man asked, eyebrow raised, ready to hear what his friend was so on edge for all day, even though he had an idea. Sukuna wasn't one to share feelings, he never did, he couldn't really tell anyone the reason why not a single word from y/n all day irked him so damn much. "Look, so let's say there's this girl right? You take her out, you have fun, everything is cruising perfectly, but then she doesn't really talk to you the next day." He said with a small pause "hypothetically speaking" He added, just to avoid further questions.

Geto looked at him with a blank face, although he couldn't really believe in his ears, Yuuji was right, he knew his friend was falling face first, it still surprised him. He saw the day that Sukuna was stressed for a girl, if someone told him even two weeks ago that this was going to happen happen, Geto most definitely would've laughed straight in their face.

"Well it depends really, for example did you text her and she didn't answer? Then yeah, she's not interested, but maybe she's busy, or she started texting first and she wants you to initiate." Sukuna blinked "You're right she's busy, she has a test too, maybe she has been studying, she'll come around." He said, the words came fast out of his mouth. Geto looked at him again more serious this time. "Look man, I know for a fact, you haven't texted first, you seem to really like her, don't be a pussy and send her one text." His tone was equally serious. "I'm just fond of her, that's all she's good company." Sukuna tried to brush him off, Geto wouldn't budge. "Call it what you want, I know you like the feisty ones, so do many people and you know how college kids are, one party is all it takes to lead to who knows what. Man up, when you do you can bring her around the shop too, you know we all would love to meet her." By the time Geto finished his sentence, Sukuna had already parked outside of his apartment to drop him off, they shared their good nights.

For the rest of his lonely drive home Sukuna couldn't help but think of that party his brother mentioned a couple nights ago, was y/n going to be there? And Geto's words kept replaying in his head.

Geto was smiling to himself walking inside his apartment knowing he did the right thing giving his friend a slight push.

With her hair just the way she liked it, her make-up done and an outfit that extenuated her best features, y/n was making her way down the street to meet up with Mai outside of Todo's place. The walk wasn't too long and y/n caught a glimpse of her short haired friend, who was also dressed to impress, standing right out of Todo's door.

"You didn't wait long did you?" Y/n asked, Mai smilled and shook her head, she was the late one most of the time, she did make it just a second before y/n arrived.

"Let's go, my sister and Nobara are waiting" she informed y/n, who nodded. "Really, I haven't seen Maki in a while, Nobara rarely shows up in class too." She said full of excitement, the girls were friends for a long while, even before college. Mai and y/n ended up forming closer friendship.

"Yeah they're about to remind us of how single we are." Mai loved her sister with all her heart, she was very competitive though and when Maki got with Nobara before Mai could strike up a boyfriend in college, she took it a bit personally. Then she focused her attention on finding someone for y/n, but that never went well. Hopping right up the stairs both girls were talking about what they would see tonight, more accurately who. "So Yuuji is probably going to be here, I asked Todo" Mai said her eyes hopefull, y/n rolled her's and her companion didn't let it go unnoticed. "I really don't get you, he's cute, you even said so." There she goes again, but y/n wouldn't let it slide this time. "You seem way more giddy to see him, than I do." She said, knocking on Todo's door who was waiting right behind it, answering in seconds. Mai was still dumbfounded, she hardly acknowledged Todo at the door and made her way inside with y/n.

Thankfully the sofa on Todo's living room they usually sat on was only occupied by Maki and Nobara. "Wow sis you made it on time for once without someone dragging you out the house." Maki hugged her sister tightly, "I didn't really have a choice, y/n said she would go home if I was late again." Mai, said with a bit of a whine. Nobara went for y/n. "She's giving you hell huh?" Her comment made the girl laugh. "Nah she's fine, she can be a bit of a baby." That line made Mai slap her arm playfully, even when they made digs at each other, it was all in good fun.

Y/n could see Mai out the corner of her eye scanning the room, it wasn't unusual for her to do that, but it was the fourth time the past 30 minutes they've been here. Something was definitely up with her, and when she raised her hand having finally spotted the one she was looking for, y/n was a hundred percent sure of what was going on.

"Yuuji, over here" Mai called hand in the air, a very friendly smile on her face. Yuuji eagerly walked over offering his greetings, his attention was on y/n "Hey, has my brother texted you at all?" That was an out of the blue question. Mai gave her a look "His brother?" She questioned, then looked back at Yuuji "You've got a brother?" Why did he have to say that infront of Mai, she wouldn't leave her alone until she told her everything about the guy, she was at least thankful he didn't mention a date, Sukuna probably hadn't mentioned anything to him. "Oh yeah, he's the one I went to last week and no Yuuji he hasn't, did something happen?" Mai stayed silent, so did the other girls, they planned on interrogating her later, judging by the looks they exchanged. "Oh it's nothing" Yuuji let out a breathy laugh, knowing he plotted with Geto to get under his brother's skin. Payback for the bagels he baked at 4 am was going to be sweet.

Yuuji took a seat next to Mai, who introduced him to her sister, Nobara already knew him short of and the two of them begun chatting casually. Y/n could see the chemistry between them as he complimented the dark haired girl on the way she looked tonight. She could see their eyes meeting, something more than friendliness resided in the looks they shared.

Y/n let her friend have her fun, at this point Maki and Nobara had adopted her taking shots, talking about the annoying situations that have occurred in the time they hadn't seen each other. Nobara in particular, was sharing her frustrations about men not taking her seriously as Maki's significant other and continuing to make moves on her partner. "I shut them down" Maki said proudly snaking an arm around her girlfriend's waist. "I know you do, I just want them to feel a bit threatened" Nobara's eyes drifted to the floor . "What are you talking about? Remember the time you just looked at that guy eyeing her and he mouthed 'sorry'? You're very threatening." Y/n took another shot laughing with the two girls. Her comment was quite comforting to Nobara and Maki knew that things always went Nobara's way, she just liked complaining sometimes, she was the jealous type.

Todo with Takada in hand, who arrived right after y/n and Mai, answers his door again for the multipluth time this evening, seeing the last person he expected. "I thought you were too old for house parties" he taunted at the grumpy man infront of him. "Screw you I'm 26, and I didn't come empty handed" Sukuna spoke, his tone getting a bit friendlier at the last words in his sentence. He passwd the two bottles of vodka he held to Todo. "Well come on in, Yuuji's brother is also mine" he said giving the pink haired man a friendly hug.

Sukuna's eye scanned his living room untill his eyes landed on the back of y/n's head, he headed straight her way.

Y/n heard a few girls around her making a fuss over some apparently really hot guy who just entered, but she didn't bother turning around. That was until she heard it "Huh, who would've known, you actually have friends" That voice was unmistakably his. Sukuna was here. Y/n's heart was fluttering in her chest but the alcohol in her system made it easy to come up with a comeback. "At least I don't pay mine to hang around me." She said, her voice laced with sarcasm, she still didn't turn to face him, she was frozen in place. Mai's, Maki's, Yuuji's and Nobara's eyes were wide and dancing between the two. There was for sure something going on here. Sukuna took a seat beside her casually draping an arm around the back of the sofa. "You're hurting my feelings doll, I'm not that bad" he spoke so softly, she almost got lost looking into his eyes. He looked way too good for her liking, same jewelry and eyeliner as the last time she saw him, his pink her strategically messed up, a silk black button down with the top two buttons undone, exposing his defined collarbones and the tattoos that extended to his chest and neck, black pants framing his thighs perfectly as he sat. Y/n was staring at this point, her friends were silent, taking in the image that was displayed before them. They had never seen y/n flustered or having difficulty forming words. Even Yuuji was surprised, seems like he was wrong about y/n's taste.

Sukuna was enjoying the look on her face a little more than he cared to admit, he would've taken his teasing further, but he didn't want to embarrass the girl anymore and her friends were already shocked. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" He asked her poking her cheek, and y/n could see Nobara was about to blow up.

"Right, Mai, Maki and Nobara this is Sukuna, he's um my tattoo artist?" What was she even supposed to say at this point? The guy she went on a date with and had the best make out session of her life?

Sukuna gave his hand out to the girls greeting them, he noticed his brother a few seats over who was concealing a laugh "you're here too brat" he briefly egnowledged him, Yuuji hummed back a hello in return, turning to Mai who was very eager to hear the details of y/n's and Sukuna's relationship, he sure as hell didn't look like just her tattoo artist.

"Tattoo artist? Really? you don't even have tattoos y/n" Nobara spoke, she just wanted her friend to be honest with her, if she had someone special, she could have said so, they've known each other for years. Sukuna wasn't surprised to hear that y/n hadn't shared that she got tattooed, he could tell she was a bit of a private person.

Y/n took off her jacket that she still had on from when she arrived, to show off the design to Maki and Nobara, Mai had already seen it and she was busy gossiping with Yuuji anyways. "Right, I forgot to tell you" she said, as Maki and Nobara scanned her upper arm with their eyes, so did Sukuna. He couldn't help himself, y/n looked so beautiful in his work. He wanted to cover every inch of her skin she was willing to give him, she could be his personal work of art, she already was one, but he wanted to decorate her in the best way he could and with the most beautiful art he could make. "That looks so beautiful" Maki spoke in awe, Nobara gave a little laugh "it's creepy, but it's really you. "

She took a look at Sukuna then back at y/n "It's very fitting, I don't know how to explain it." She continued.

Sukuna never took compliments that seriously, but hearing y/n's seemingly bitchy friend praise his work and the perception he had of her made him grin widely.

The four of them continued to speak, Maki and Nobara were very interested in Sukuna's line of work, Mai and Yuuji also took their turns in talking when they weren't too busy with one another. Y/n's friends were doing great with Sukuna, she thought he would be really difficult, he has a very explosive personality. Sukuna was putting in all the effort to make a good impression, both to y/n and the ones around her.

"So, did you miss me that much you came to find me?" Y/n asked once the attention was taken off of them. Mai looked to be having a deep conversation with Yuuji whereas Maki and Nobara got up to dance. "And if I did?" Sukuna spoke, his face dangerously close to hers, when did he manage to get hip to hip with her? Then again y/n had grown so comfortable around him, she didn't notice.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm glad you did come." She replied, Sukuna could tell she was a bit tipsy, else he would be making out with her on that sofa not caring who was watching.

Y/n poured herself another drink, thank god she didn't have to get up to get a refill, but Sukuna's voice stopped her movements. "Maybe you should ease up there" he said watching her fill two cups.

Y/n raised a brow at him "since where are you a party pooper? come on it ain't a party without a drink" her voice was playful as she tried passing one cup to him. Sukuna liked this y/n too, she was a bit more giggly, she smiled a bit more, "I'm driving sweetheart". Y/n was satisfied with his answer and proceeded to gulp down on both the cups she filled before Sukuna could stop her. She laughed pointing at him with her tongue out "too slow". Sukuna could only smile and pat her head. She was something else.

Somewhere along the night, Maki and Nobara disappeared and so did Yuuji and Mai. "You better tell your brother to take good care of my friend" y/n's state was getting worse, or more hilarious, it depended on how you looked at it. Sukuna would straight up laugh with some of the things she said, and he was trying his best to keep all forms of alcohol away from her, for her own good. "I don't think you should worry, Yuuji is much better than me in these kinds of things." He replied honestly, but y/n didn't necessarily see it like that. "There's no way he's that smooth" she trailed, the corners of her lips tugging upward. "Well if I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked me, didn't you think I was a dick?" Sukuna asked "Still do" her smile only grew wider.

One thing was for sure, y/n was very demanding when drunk, Sukuna left her side for the first time all night to get her some water, cause she felt 'like SpongeBob under that lamp drying out'. Not even slightly bothered by her request, Sukuna was on his way back to her, that's when he saw some guy standing infront of her trying to talk to her. Y/n even in her not very conscious state didn't tolerate people who didn't respect her "Just one song, come on it won't hurt, you're alone after all" the guy, y/n didn't care to catch the name of said "look, I don't dance, not unless the company is worth it, and I'm here with someone, leave me alone, this is getting annoying" Sukuna observed laughing to himself. He didn't feel the need to intervene yet. Y/n didn't like getting bossed around that's for sure, nor did she need a knight in shining armour to protect her, not that he would mind doing that. Sukuna casually sat down beside her again, ignoring the guy who was still standing there for some reason. That irritated him, it was enough that he tried to make a move on her, but not leaving while he was right there rubbed him the wrong way, "Here you go sweetheart" He said handing her the glass, praying that she won't drop and break it, he threw a glare at the guy who finally took the hint and left. "Thank you 'kuna." Y/n spoke, in a tone totally different from the one she had moments ago.

The nickname alone made his heart jump. Gojo was quite annoying when he called him that, but hearing the same word rolling out of y/n's tongue was completely different. Sukuna couldn't tell why he was feeling that way, he didn't care though, all he knew was that even the air smelled sweeter, when he was around her.

"You don't dance unless the company is good?" He asked, genuinely curious "well yes, if I feel comfortable I'll dance, but I don't really do it that much" she said, eyes heavy looking all over Sukuna's frame. " I see, how about we dance?" Sukuna suggested, he rarely danced himself, y/n made him want to get out of his comfort zone, hell he's already at a house party thanks to her.

"Only if you take some shots with me." She smilled at him malevolently. "You're playing dirty, who's going to take you home if I'm drunk?" Sukuna just wanted to hear her drunken logic "It probably takes a bottle for you to get drunk, you're clumsy, drunk or not, you're probably going to kill me if I get in your car".

Sukuna was full blown laughing, but she was right, her head was still not gone, she could walk and talk fine, she was just more talkative and cheerful, couple of shots wouldn't hurt, he could walk her home after since she lived close by, he remembered the way and then walk back home himself. She also gave him the cutest look he'd ever seen, how could he deny her?

"Ok you win" he raised his hands in defeat and y/n couldn't be happier. She poured 4 shots for them, which they quickly consumed and they were off to dance.

She never pictured him as a dancer, y/n saw Sukuna as the very cool looking dude standing on the bar, probably drinking whiskey with a bit of ice.

Looks can be deceiving, Sukuna was spinning her around, their bodies were pressed together, guiding each other to the beat. Eyes were meeting, body heat was exchanged, they fit like puzzle pieces even like this. Y/n kept looking at the exposed skin of his neck, why did he have to look like that and be this close, her face only grew warmer once her eyes met his and then dropped to his lips. Its not that Sukuna didn't want to kiss her, he would most certainly prefer her to be sober and remember it clearly the next day.

Those last two shots y/n had, in addition to Sukuna's body against hers, made her vision a bit blurry and her knees weak. "Hey doll, everything ok? You with me?" He shook her lightly by the shoulders, he could tell she was growing tired and he noticed how her demeanor changed. "Mhm, I'm sleepy 'kuna" there she goes again, making his heart skip beats. Y/n would be giving him so much shit had she realised she made him feel like that. "Ok then, how about we take you home ?" Sukuna's voice was so mellow, almost like he was talking to a toddler.

He guided her out of the crowded house, Todo was nowhere to be found, so Sukuna couldn't really let him know he was leaving.

Y/n was leaning on him, walking slowly down the street towards her place, but she abruptly stopped and sat down.

"What's wrong?" Sukuna asked, his sound as mellow as before. She was down right adorable, sitting there with a pout of her face .

"My feet hurt" y/n complained, dramatically throwing her arms around, if it was any other person Sukuna would've droped them to fend for themselves. "Really? That's sad" he replied, dropping down to her level, she only nodded, women's shoes are the most uncomfortable thing in the world. Sukuna scooped her up in his arms and carried her bridal style the rest of the way, he couldn't have her complaining and it wasn't like she would remember much either. With her arms wrapped securely around his neck, y/n could feel the warmth creeping up her neck all the way up to her ears, she didn't see the satisfied smile Sukuna wore.

Today went a lot better than he expected. So well that the tiredness got to y/n before they reached her apartment. Sukuna watched as she fell asleep in his arms. What a strange girl, she had both shyness and attitude, she was dancing her heart out no more than 15 minutes ago yet she still managed to fall asleep as he carried her.

Reaching her building, luckily the main entrance was unlocked. Sukuna took a peek at her, he couldn't bring himself to wake her up, she looked so peaceful, but unfortunately he had to. "Hey, which floor are you on?" He whispered softly, that was enough to shake y/n awake. "Third" she whispered back. Sukuna took the elevator up, and he finally reached her hallway, he only wished she didn't get her floor wrong or it would look like he was trying to break into someone else's house. "Doll, can you point your door for me? I'll put you down for a bit, where are your keys?" Y/n pointed at her door, handed Sukuna her keys and groaned as he set her down to unlock it for her. "You're such a brat" he pointed out swinging the door open, her annoyed face looked even cutter under the barely lit hallway.

Lord knows how Sukuna managed to find the light switches in the dark but he made it, y/n looked completely out of it now. He picked her back up and tried a few doors to find her bedroom. He gently layed her on the mattress. Y/n groaned again and said something about being uncomfortable. Of course she was uncomfortable, with her clothes still on from going out, there's no way she wasn't.

He shouldn't care right? He should just let her be and go home, but Sukuna could already tell she would have an awful nights sleep and he wanted her to rest properly. "Were do you keep sleep clothes" he asked, y/n pointed lazily at some drawer. After briefly digging in the drawer, he took out a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie for her.

He reached her frame again, undoing her shoes, sliding them off, next he prompted y/n with her side resting on the headboard so he could have her sit up with her legs dangling of the side of her bed. His hands found the rim of her shirt, her voice stopped him "don't look ok?" Her voice was hardly above a whisper. "I won't look"

"Promise?" She asked holding out her pinky

"promise" he stated locking it.

Sukuna averted his eyes from her body and helped her into her comfy clothes. Only one thing remained "Now come on time to get your makeup off"

"Nooo, I want to sleep" she complained loudly, dropping her body backwards on the bed. "Come on, it's not good for your skin, it will just be a minute, just be good for me" he said grabbing her hand, but y/n turned her head away. That's when Sukuna threw her over his shoulder, the most she could do was weakly hit his back and tell at him to put her down.

Sukuna sat her somewhere in her bathroom, while she still mumbled about being sleepy. He got a washcloth wet, and took a look at the products in her cabinet, she surely had an oil cleanser he just had to find it... bingo.

He pushed her hair out of the way and gently applied and massaged the product on to her skin, giving her instructions to keep her eyes and mouth close, he was extra careful not to cut her with his nails, then he used the washcloth to remove all the make-up that melted off. Sukuna also wore liner, not all the time but often enough to know that some things didn't come off with soap and water. He takes care of himself, his skin, his hair, his nails, everything. He knows a bit more than he's willing to share. Next he followed the same steps with her cleaner, y/n was enjoying herself, half asleep under his touch. He finished everything by applying a serum and a moisturizer on her face. "You've got the cheap stuff." He joked. "Hey it works" y/n defended as he picked her up once more.

This time he layed her under the covers, he pulled them up over her body, looking at her with plain adoration, he leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep tight, I'll text you." He whispered in her ear, turning around to leave. A hand tugged oh his wrist, the same way he had done to her a couple days ago. Y/n was looking at him with pleading eyes "please stay" she almost begged, "are you sure? Its really late" he said, y/n nodded patting the spot beside her, he couldn't say no to those eyes. He quickly got rid of his shoes and dress shirt, he disappeared to the bathroom to take off his eyeliner and got under the covers with her.

Y/n curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest, taking in all his warmth and scent while listening to his heartbeat, his arm was wrapped securely around her.

" Can I ask you something?" Y/n's voice broke the silence. "Didn't you want to sleep?" Sukuna teased, and y/n took the opportunity to ask anyway. "Why do you like me?" What kind of question is this? Sukuna blamed the fact that she was a bit out it. She had no reason to be insecure, she was stunning and she also had a personality to back up her looks. "Let's see... you're kind of a badass, no one really talks back to me like you do, you're quite easy on the eyes too" what he said was very true, but he was falling for the little details too. The way she picked mindlessly at her food as she talked when he took her out, or the way her eyes sparkled when something peaked her interest. Even her drunken self had him feeling things he never did.

"How come you were single? Judging by your friends it's been a while" The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, but y/n didn't give any signs of being bothered by his assumption. "Honestly, I don't want someone to fall out of love and leave me behind" Drunken words are sober thoughts. Sukuna didn't want to ask if that had happened to her before, he didn't care, he would do better than whoever hurt her.

More moments passed with him rubbing comforting circles on her back, he was sure she was asleep, her breath was slow and steady against his chest. "I wonder, what would you say if I asked you to be mine?" Sukuna whispered, staring up at her ceiling. "I'd say yes, airhead" y/n mumbled. Sukuna's eyes widened, she wasn't supposed to hear that. "I'll make sure to ask you soon then" he said, y/n looked up at him, this time he couldn't help himself and captured her lips in his, in a very slow passionate kiss. It didn't last long but it was enough to keep y/n's head spinning around with him running through it. "Sleep already, brat"

"okay 'kuna".

The light coming in, beaming through her curtains, woke y/n from a very peaceful sleep, now all she felt was the vodka she consumed the night before. Her head was pounding hard, she reached for her phone on her nightstand. Instead of her phone, her hand made contact with a piece of paper.

Good morning doll.

You're most definitely feeling like shit, but don't worry you didn't do anything too embarrassing. Unfortunately I had to go to work early and you looked cute sleeping, I didn't want to wake you. There are pain killers next to you, you must have a hell of a headache. Don't forget to eat, I made breakfast for you in the kitchen (with all I could manage to find, you should go grocery shopping more often). Text me or I might think you died in your sleep. Have a wonderful day y/n.

- Sukuna

PS I took a peek in one of your notebooks. I was right, your handwriting is really fucking bad.

Of course he had to be his usual smug self, y/n found herself laughing at the words scribbled on the paper that was obviously ripped out of one of her notebooks. His handwriting was as pretty as his drawings, so aesthetically pleasing. He had even taken time to doodle coffee cups, and some trees at the bottom of the page.

The events from the previous night were starting to flood back to her head head. She took the pain killers Sukuna left out for her, he was kind enough to place a glass of water on her nightstand too. Y/n couldn't believe Sukuna not only stayed over, but he also put in so much effort for her, he certainly didn't look like the type to do so.

Walking in her kitchen, what she witnessed, exceeded all her expectations. When she read breakfast she thought he made her a sandwich, which she would've been extremely grateful for. Sukuna had gone all out, from pancakes, to French toast, an omelet and even her coffee served. She just stood there looking at her table, mouth almost hanging.

Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her sweat pants.

You should've told me you were going out with Yuuji's hot brother. I would've never guessed that's your type.

Mai seemed to be in a mood to tease her.

You're right I should've told you, your turn, where did you and Yuuji run off to last night?

Y/n laughed knowing it was going to take a while to get a response. She sat down looking at all the choices she had, wondering what to pick. It's safe to say everything was as delicious as Sukuna.

I'm impressed. You draw, you cook AND you didn't burn down my house, I'm very thankful for that (breakfast was delicious too).

Sukuna, stared down at his phone, all the stress he had two nights ago long forgotten. Only thing that remained was to get y/n right back in his chair.

Happy to hear you're alive and kicking and you enjoy my cooking. I've got to go through, some dickbag wants me to do a cover-up. I'll talk to you later.

He dealt with this client in an unusually polite manner. Y/n had brighten his morning from the moment he woke up next to her.

Bonus Domain shenanigans: "Yuuji was right, I had to push him" Geto said to an agitated Gojo, who wanted to get under Sukuna's skin for a little longer. "Then hopefully he will bring her over, that would for sure be fun, he's going to get so worked up if we give her any attention." Gojo was rubbing his hands together at the thought. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not that worried about what Sukuna will do to you, we've both seen y/n, she doesn't even take his shit, I think she'd hit you." Nanami pointed out ."Well I haven't yet seen her, Yuuji said she was nice to him." Megumi joined the conversation remembering his friend talking about the girl, he had zoned out for half of it though. "I haven't seen her either, I did hear her though, she doesn't sound like she would let you pull something like that to him" Geto spoke again. "Nah she looked friendly, we can for sure make him foam at the mouth" Gojo plotted. "I can guarantee, she will rip of your head of if you try your shit." Sukuna was sure of it too.

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Ch. 11 - Fightin’ Words - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

[A/N] to clarify before I begin, I do NOT hate Faye. There will be a following chapter to explain how we got from point A to point B, since now that I see it, this chapter seems like a stretch. I apologize if the writing is a little shitty, I got too excited when writing it, and I was basically vomiting words onto my screen. Enjoy!

Previous chapter: Ch.10

⛔️ WARNING: this chapter contains implied sexual content, drinking, and strong language

There is a clear difference in kissing. One was for lust, meant to excite and give pleasure to the receiving, as a plus on to tie in all the ingridients for good sex. The other was for love, showing affection and those deep emotional feelings that both parties were in need of.

The lines were blurring.

Wanting this to be a strictly physical relationship, other elements started to incorporate their way into your escapades. And now Spike knows almost everything about you. Eating habits, what makes you laugh, and the type of people you hate. Talking for hours on end, both of life and it’s ridiculous nature, there was no off time between you both. It felt good.

The quiet moment after you left his room for your own, a faltering feeling of sadness and loneliness enters Spike. The urge to grab you and bring you back to his bed for the night was strong. He tried to get you to stay (always subtly), but to no avail. Well aware of your need for space, he always respected your decision.

The crank that was once rusty, was in Spike’s head as his mind ran endlessly of if you liked him or not. It was a thought, a discussion he wanted to put off for so long. The consequences of his doubt were going to hurt, especially when it was going to be that time to go. The reassurance that this was only a fling, a friends with benefits deal, was on its way to be tossed out of the trash chute into space.

“Trust me, Spiegel, I’ve had plenty of time as a child to know what I’m talking about.” You said as Spike passed you his cigarette.

“About what?” He asked, completely clueless.

“Rocks. Crystals, geodes. Have you not been listening?” You scolded, scoffing as Spike shook his head.

“The library in the city gave the orphanage books they didn't want anymore. My favorite book was the one about rocks on Mars, of course it was simplified for my small brain…”

Head in his hand, Spike listened as you rambled mindlessly of all the different rock formations on Mars. As much as he wanted to learn, he couldn’t help but be distracted by his acknowledgment of your presence. More specifically, the air you brought in the room. Spike began to think of it as his favorite perfume, sweet and sultry, with a hint of spice. It made him feel safe.

You were so attractive when you were educating him. He hated to hear it from Jet or anyone else, but you made it interesting.

“You’re pretty hot.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah thanks. Anyways, like I was saying…”You replied, flattered by his sudden proclamation.

“I’m serious. You’re talking all smart to me, and I can’t help but tell you that.” Spike smirked. “I think I learned more from you than in high school.”

You laughed softly. “I tell you because I know you’re dumber than a bag of hammers.”

“Is that so?” Spike raised his eyebrows. Why was your teasing making him feel even better? “You’re going to regret saying that.”

“I only have one, and not that.” You smiled slyly, the glint in Spike’s eye becoming more noticeable.

“I’m about to make it two.”

“I would love to see you try.”

You put your hands up to defend yourself, Spike’s smooth moves rendering you helpless. In a second, he had your arms pinned down by your sides, a deep throated chuckle emitting from him as he watched you struggle. There was no danger but that of falling to his charm and whim.

“I don’t regret this.” You panted.

“Sounds like the best decision I’ve made.” Spike mumbled, gaze traveling all over your face. He brushes the stray hairs from your face, fingers tracing your hairline and ears. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your neck, threatening to brush his lips on yours.

“Can I ask you something?” Spike broke the silence. You nodded eagerly.

“I-“ He began, cut off by the loud knocking on the door.

“Spike? Spike? Are you there?” Jet called out.

There is no answer, except you panicking over whether Jet sees you naked or sprawled out on Spike’s bed. The only sound that could’ve been heard was the thuds of you scrambling around the room, looking for your bra and panties. Spike watches in amusement, not caring at all at the dilemma you both were in.

“Yeah?” Spike called out, the clink of his lighter going off.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come up to the bridge for a drink, got a few good bottles of gin from our last bounty.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Good.” Jet finished. Footsteps drew further away down the hallway and supposdely onto the stairs. You sighed in relief, getting dressed at a leisurely pace. Safe, once again.

“Y/n, you can come too if you would like.” The loud booming laughter of Jet filled the hallway, masking your dread.

This evening was going to be delightful.

“Where's the gin?” You said in confidence, like you weren’t just caught in Spike’s room. Hopefully he wouldn’t see the slight limp in your step either.

“I have it, but I knew it would be a good bait to get some help up here.” He replied.

“Then I want at least half the bottle as a down payment. And an apology.” You scowled, taking a peek on the holo computer, skimming over the briefing for the next bounty.

Jet chuckled. “Now young lady, I have something very important to ask you.”

“Huh, you and Spike. I’m not too scared of yours.” You glanced at him, sitting in his seat.

Jet rested himself against the table, nodding. “I was going to say that us boys and Ed really enjoy you here. These last few months have been the best one this ship has seen in a while, and you are welcome to stay however long you want, kid.”

You knew you were doing well, but now you caught the bag. Jackpot. “You’re just saying that because I feed you all.”

“That's part of it too.” Jet grinned. “But I’m serious, (y/n). I think all of us could vote in favor of a new crew member. What do you say?”

Thinking, you remembered your freedom, sought as a child. That’s all you ever wanted, was to be out and allowed to do whatever you could. But deep down, the thing you really needed was a home. A family.

You could find that here on the Bebop. Even if you got a rocky start, it was smooth sailing for now. You felt wanted. That’s what you needed.

“Doesn’t sound too bad. I’m down.” You beamed.

“Glad you agreed, or else it would’ve been real awkward if you said no.” Jet replied, giving you a soft pat on your back.

“Mmm, would you kick me out if I declined this most generous offer?” You teased.

“Kid, you have my respect, I would let you pack first then throw you out.”

You cracked up, the deal was done. As you sat in your new home, you couldn't help but feel eternally grateful. “I really owe you one, Jet. You really got me out of a tight spot.”

Jet nodded as he searched for something on the control board.

“Was..was that how Spike came around? Picked him up like a stray?” You asked, surprised at your brazen question.

Jet stops messing with the controls, paused as he tries to peace his words together. “To be honest, I can’t even remember when or how Spike joined me here. He just popped up one day, and I haven’t been able to shake him off.” Jet gave a small titter. “Ah, (y/n). The man’s been through it tough.”

“Can I ask?” You said meekly.

“All that time spent together, and he hasn’t told you?” Jet chaffed, a smirk starting to grow.

Shit. “We haven’t spent much time talking today.” Fuck it, no use in denying it now.

“That’s what I thought.” He snickered. “Well, let me put it this way. A heartbroken man is a lonely one. He roams the galaxy in search of finding a way to fill the void left in him, either desperate to find something new. Or leave the void empty, allowing himself to wither away peacefully.”

“Hmm.” You replied shortly. A lot wasn't said, but it made sense.

“I’m only saying this once, (Y/n). He’s changing, and for the better. I haven’t seen him smile so much sober. I have to thank you for that.”

You made a change, as small as it was. You hear footsteps approaching the bridge, the sliding door opening to reveal Spike. As he quietly passes you by, he shoots you a small wink, making you blush. Spike sits down with a sigh, his legs propped up on the control panel.

“Easy, I’m still working there.” Jet warns as he hands Spike a drink.

“Then how come you're not sitting here?” He smirks, side-eyeing you to watch him kick up dirt.

You smile back, letting their conversation fade away slowly. This moment, you had to screenshot it. It doesn’t look like a normal family, but it wasn't dysfunctional. You had a crazy red haired computer genius as a sibling, along with a dog that you think could do math better than you. It topped nicely with a protective mentor and teacher with one robotic arm, and a man who you didn't think you could even get near without getting your arm bitten off.

Someone was missing. She hasn’t been seen all day, but that’s typical. As an official member of the Bebop, there was no back burner now. You could turn off your predatory instinct on your prey. The hunt on Faye was over. You didn't have to be her best friend, just tolerate her attitude enough when she decides to stay on the ship for longer than a day. You really didn't want to fight her, but sometimes she made it so difficult. Besides, you were too tired anyways.

The little get together was carrying on joyfully, now joined by Ed and Ein. Ed wandered aimlessly in all directions on the bridge, babbling on about all the buttons and flashing lights. You sat next to Spike in your own chair, feeling the small soft padded pushes of Ein on your legs.

“What is it boy?” You asked sweetly, reaching down to rub the top of his ears. He jumps on his hind legs, trying his best to climb up onto your lap. You cooed at him, picking him up and placing him snuggly on your thighs. You swore you could’ve seen him smile as your pet his fluffy face, massaging his soft head.

Spike leaned over, whispering. “Do you think I can get a massage too?”

Before you could respond, Ein gave a small huff, one eye opening to watch out for his competition. “I’m sorry, but the baby said no.”

Jet laughed as Spike smiled. You looked down to see that Spike’s glass was still full, while Jets was drained of all gin. You were working on yours at a slower pace. “You don’t feel like drinking tonight?”

“Hmm?” Spike looked down at his drink, sloshing it against its glass walls. “ Oh, I’ll get to it.” He said before reaching out and touching your back gently, his fingers tracing circles on your spine.

What a win-win situation, Ein gets to be loved on and you get to be petted, you thought. Goosebumps rose on your arms as Spike continued. The sky turned to night, all the stars in the galaxy could be seen from the bridge’s giant front window. Ed was curled up in a ball in front of it, tuckering herself out. Ein provided some warmth to Ed, loafing on Ed’s stomach. Their snores mixed in together, obnoxiously loud, but incredibly cute.

Spike never got to his drink, so he offered it to you instead. Two was all you needed to finish off the night. You took over Ein’s spot on Spike’s lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you conversated with the boys. His hands rubbed the side part of your stomach before interlocking, his heated palms providing comfort. You wouldn’t mind falling asleep here.

The flash of Faye’s Redtail blinded you as she clumsily parked out on the flight deck. You didn't care as long as she didnt destroy the hangar, then you all would be in huge trouble.

“She’s home early.” Jet stated, watching as she stumbled out of the ship.

“It’s not even midnight yet. Think she missed us?” Spike called out sarcastically.

“Doubt it.”

This was the last of peaceful silence for the night, you thought. You were hoping not to jinx it.

BAM!

Everybody around you whipped their heads to the source of the sound, except yours, because you knew exactly who it was and what was going to happen. Ein used Ed’s stomach as a launching pad, frightened at the loud noise. What could you say, you have a knack for sensing a challenge. The only thing was, you were not in a mood to seek it. It was brought to you, sucking all good energy out of the room and switching it to a fireball of jealousy.

In walked a staggering Faye, pleased with her grand entrance. She tipped to one side, before switching to the other slightly. Just one look was all it took before you gulped the rest of your drink down, flipping the glass on its head. You could see out of the corner of your eye Spike’s focus was on you. His brows furrowed, head tilting as if to ask what were you doing. Your reply was a swift head rub, his hair swooshing.

“Evening, Faye.” Jet chimed, pushing the bottle of gin closer to his side behind him on his control board. There was no way she was getting any more tonight.

Your gaze changed to Jet, who you thought could also sense the new air in the bridge. He sat at the edge of his seat, arm resting on his knee. What was he waiting for?

A small hiccup bounced off the metal walls, prompting Faye to trip and catch herself on the main control board in the middle of the room. Her eyes closed, she began to shake her head side to side, a small manic giggle escaping her mouth.

“You just-just can’t keep your fucking hands off of him, can’t you?”

You felt a shiver of shock rest on your shoulders as you turned your head to face Faye. Before you could speak, Spike opened his mouth to defend you.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Spike retorted, his hands now pressed firmly on your waist.

“Everything was just fine without her, you-“ Faye snarled as she pointed to Jet, “just had to have a heart.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Jet replied cautiously.

Faye circled around the control table, using it as support or else she tumbled over. A mumbled slur of insults, consisting of calling you a slut and Spike an idiot. She was drunk, you thought. Let it run off like water. She will be fine once she’s in her bed, snoring her way into a killer hangover. You couldn’t shake that feeling that you needed to start gearing up. You wiggled out of Spike’s hold, planting your feet firmly down as you lean on the control table.

“I..I honestly don’t get it.” Faye said aloud.

“Get what, Faye?” You piped up, the slightest shake in your voice.

Oh! So it can talk!” She cackled out loud. “Let me tell you what, since you asked!”

“Please, I would love to know.”

Her pointer finger shoved right in your face, furiously wanting to make contact. “I-I find it hard to believe that you managed to get him to fuck you.”

“Jesus, Faye, in front of the kids?”

“Fuck that! She’s going to hear what I have to say, whether the slut likes it or not.”

As angry as you should’ve been, coolness was all you displayed. The voice in the back of your head reminded you of unforgettable advice you knew all too well. Alcohol could be a very good truth serum.

“What a f-fucking slut … you know how I think y-you managed to stay on this tin can of a ship?” She muttered. “You have to be f-fucking the captain.”

“That’s enough! Leave until you sober up.” Jet stood up, standing in the space between you and Faye. “Not having any of that on my ship.”

You looked at Spike, face frozen in a silent menacing fury. Leaning back on the console, you kept glancing to see Faye moving further and further away towards the door. That was it, the show's over. But someone had some kind parting words.

“Hey, how about this! I bet Spike has to cover your face while fucking your ugly ass, I would too, you stupid-“

Your knuckles had never stung so bad, but it felt so good to watch Faye’s head swing back. A flurry of raged-filled punches landed on either side of her face, so fast it didnt give her enough time to react. Waking up, Faye gave a heavy footed kick to your side, prompting you to scream out in pain.

Each swing of her high leg swings missed as you ducked, giving you a chance for an uppercut into her stomach. You could hear the sound of the wind knocking out of her with each punch. Faye’s hand pulled your hair back roughly, fists meeting across your face, swiping your nose. Intense pressure built up, the threat of blood leaking out of your nose becoming evident. She wanted to play dirty?

We can play dirty.

You used everything you had in you. Scratching, biting, kicking. You were not going to lose. You did not give two shits if she was vulnerable, this bitch was going down. It felt like forever until you felt the strong arms of Spike yanking you away from the fighting ground.

“Hey, hey, hey!” You heard Jet roar, becoming a flesh and metal cage around Faye’s upper arms, taking a small beating as she tried to claw her way back to you. Ed was yelping and screaming at the top of her lungs, while Ein barked and yowled at the commotion.

“Stop, (y/n), its me you’re hitting, damn it!” Spike yelped as you gave the last swings, realizing that the fight was just about over. You panted, the painful injection of adrenaline overcame your body. You watched on in pity as Jet tried to get Faye to calm down. As you trudged back to your seat, with the help of Spike, the last word was finally given out of the door.

“Get comfy bitch, I’m going nowhere!” You screamed.

“And I know who burned your ship, but there’s no way I’m telling you, you dumb cunt!”

Other insults flew in your direction, but were ignored. You stood in disbelief as you let the major bombshell play over and over. Feeling the soft tug of Spike pulling you back gently down to your seat, letting you wallow for a second. He knelt in front of you, examining your growing black eye and red welts on your face. “Damn, that's going to leave a mark.”

You looked away from him, tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh (y/n), I didn't mean it like that, it doesn’t look that bad.” Spike apologized as you sniffled.

“It’s not that. I-its that..'' sobs so quietly, but causes the greatest quivering, “she knows who did this to me, and won't even fess up because she hates me. What kind of shit is that?”

Tears fell freely onto your lap, pain induced by your loss fueling more hurt. It was so cold by yourself, a shell encasing you in. Through the mists of your tears, the shell was just Spike’s chest moving closer in. The heat of his body provided consolation without words, the tightness and slight rocking bringing you down to a clearer, more relaxed consciousness.

“I’ll catch them for you.” Spike mumbled into your ear, his hands massaging the back of your head. “It won't bring anything back, but if that will make you feel better, I'll do it.”

This wasn’t an empty promise. There was sincerity behind Spike’s words, wanting to help you. It was now confirmed just how much you meant to him. He was willing to assist for payback. His offer was sweet, but it didn't feel right. This wasnt his struggle, it was yours.

You were going to catch them, and only God knew the hell you were going to bring.

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