#like the pointing at each other and then the gripping of each other and then the last one just polishes me off
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Miami Baby | Lando Norris
WC: 1.8K
Lando x reader
Summery: It’s always been a when not an if, who knew that in his 110s race Lando will win his first race in Formula 1
Warnings: None, FLUFF
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The Miami heat is in full effect. Coming from Amsterdam to the US, you felt it the difference. The sun was high, and the music was on for what seemed like the whole weekend. For once, it seemed calmer in the garage. But alas it’s not your first race to attend, and not your last either. You’ve been Lando's girlfriend since you were both 16. You’ve literally been with him through it all. Your relationship has gone through so much, you were public before Lando got into F1, and as he got popular the comments against you worsened, so you’ve gone private, it affected your relationship but you’ve survived it. You’ve gone to uni, which made it harder to see Lando, especially when he moved to Monaco, but the moment you graduated and through covid, you were right there with him. You’re now public again, older, wiser, and with thicker skin. You’re at most races to cheer for Lando, and you make it a point to be at the ones none of his family could attend.
The weekend has been hard on your boyfriend, he did well in the sprint quali, only to get knocked out in the sprint in the first lap, and then set the fastest laps but in the wrong qualifying sessions. Starting P5 wasn’t bad, but Lando was hoping for better, especially with all the upgrades his car had.
You’re watching from the garage with Bianca and some other Mclaren crew, it’s lap 33, and there’s a safety car. He dropped to P6 but is now leading the race. Your nerves were through the roof, anxiety spiking with each lap. Until the safety car was called in, you and everyone at Mclaren were on the edge of your seats as Lando broke away from the rest of the grip. You’re expecting Max to attack straight away, but Charles was on his back, and Lando was pulling away, setting the fastest lap after the fastest lap.
”Oh my god.” You muttered, hand to your mouth, Bianca was grinning as she gave you a side hug. You don’t know if you blinked or breathed for the last 10 laps, praying for another safety car not to make an appearance. During the last lap, you already had tears gathered in your eyes, holding hands with Bianca and the other crew. The moment he crossed the finish line, you let the tears flow, Bianca was the first to pull you in for a hug.
“Thank you to the team, to mum and dad, and a big fat thank you to my amazing girlfriend. Thank you for sticking with me.”
The camera flashed to you, with tears running down your face and a hand pressed to your mouth as you heard his voice through the radio.
You were crying. Thankfully, you had waterproof makeup on, or you would’ve looked like a raccoon. The Mclaren team is Lando’s only team. They’re like family, and you’ve been around Lando enough to be considered as a part of the family as well. They were hugging you and congratulating you as if you were the one driving.
Zak gave you the biggest bear hug. “I knew he could do it.” He told you, holding your shoulders.
“Thank you for believing in him.” You said, patting your tears away.
”Thank you for being there for him.” Zak gave you another hug, and you moved, no, scratched that, you ran like your life depended on it, with the Mclaren team to Parc Ferme and behind the fence to wait for your man in papaya. You saw Andrea, and the man gave you a big hug as well. You both congratulated the other. Everyone’s emotions were high, and the happiness and relief were overwhelming.
You watched as drivers came up to your boyfriend and congratulated him, before Lando put his helmet on the ground and ran to the team, they pulled him up for a crowd surf and threw him up a few times. The moment they placed him on the ground, Zak pulled him for a hug.
Then Lando saw you, tears were in your eyes again, and they gathered in Lando’s. He took the two steps it took to reach you, held your face in his hand, and pushed his lips against you before you could utter a single word. It wasn’t the most romantic kiss you’ve had, but it was a kiss that just conveyed your emotions. You were saying congratulations, and he was saying thank you. The team was cheering around you, Lando pulled back just enough to see you. His arms moved to your waist, and from how he was pulling you, you knew that he wished you were on the other side of the barrier pressed up against him.
”Congratulations Lan, I’m so proud of you.” You mutter and smile. The longer you look at each other, the more emotional you get.
”Thank you… for everything, I love you.” Lando said a tear leaves his eye, and you wipe it away.
”I love you too, now go, they’re waiting for you.” Lando places a kiss on your forehead before he turns to finish his duties.
Watching Lando on the top step is a core memory that was just created and one you will hold close to your heart forever. Going into this weekend, Lando was optimistic. The break you guys had over the last week was a great one, despite Lando cutting his nose with a glass. The team screamed for him, and you screamed right with them. The tears were gone for a moment, and a smile was etched onto your face. You had your phone up as you captured him being drowned in champagne.
You called Cisca the moment he walked off the podium. It took her mere seconds to answer, both of you screaming. “ HE WON! CISCA, OH MY GOD!”
”I can’t believe it, finally, it’s been long overdue.” You talked to his sisters and his dad, as you were making your way back to Mclaren where Lando will be heading next for a moment before he’ll have to head to do his media duties.
You were looking at a video one of the media team took of Lando when you heard cheering, meaning Lando was making his way to the garage. Seeing him before he saw you, you couldn’t help it. You’ve both dreamt of this moment for a very long time. You ran, you ran towards him, and Lando just saw you and opened his arms. Before you jump in them, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your thighs.
”Baby.” Lando muttered. He kissed your cheek. “Oh god love, I can’t believe it, it feels surreal.” His voice was soft and full of emotions in your ear.
”You did it, you’re a race winner.” You say back and kiss his neck, Lando sat you back on your feet.
“We did it, we won.” Lando’s eyes were only on you, and yours only on him, the camera filming their moment ignored and going unnoticed by you.
”Yes, the team has bee-“
”No, me and you, you’re a part of me love, we did it, we won.” You pressed a teary kiss to his cheek before you shared another hug.
Lando managed to talk to his parents before he was rushed for media. Then there was, debrief and many pictures and celebrations with the trophy. The champagne, the champagne bottle was passed around for the team to take a sip before Lando took it and took a big swing once more, and gave you a cheeky smile before he shook the bottle and you’re surprised there’s still enough for it to spray on you, the team cheers again, and Lando pulls you for a side hug. From that moment Lando had you by his side the rest of the day. You were there when he changed, when he went into the stadium for more photos and videos, you were there when he was talking to his friends and other drivers about the possibility of you staying another night to celebrate. You were there though it all, just like you’ve always been. Just like you will always be. Who knows maybe Lando’s next win won’t be on the track and it will be archived with a simple ‘yes’.
The night came to an end with you and Lando after a shared shower in bed, you in his arms as he held you close. You were only dressed in one of his shirts and panties while he slept in his boxers. You’re both too tired and achy to move but still full of excitement and happiness to fall asleep.
“I’m afraid this is all a dream.” Lando told you in the dim light, the cosiness of the room and the darkness left you both feeling like anything you will say will just disappear, you both talk about everything, you’re not the type to hide anything but the atmosphere around you made it extra easy.
”You better believe it’s a reality, Mr. Lando Norris, Formula 1 Race Winner.” You say and poke his side making him squirm a little you giggle at his movement before you both settle down again. “I’m so happy I was there to see you win, this is the happiest I’ve ever been and the proudest I could be.”
”It’s all thanks to you, love.” Lando kisses your forehead and pulls you closer, you tangle your legs in his.
”I did nothing but let you fly me everywhere and let you take care of me.” You mumble, you’re not insecure, you’re not mad, you’ve come to accept it. Lando has so much money, more than he could ever spend on himself and he loves pampering you and having you by his side. Besides you may be young but you’ve talked about your future a lot through the years, and you both know you’ll end up married at one point, so what difference does it make if he took care of you now or after you have the same last name.
”Don’t sell yourself too short, and don’t talk bad about my girlfriend.” Lando teased you with a smile that you shared. “We’ve been together for a 8 years and I’ve known you for 10, you’ve had my bad through it all, I remember you fighting and shouting at that one guy that pushed me off the track back in F3 and then you’d alway tweet and curse the interviewers whenever they bothered me or if a driver said something about me, and… and you’ve always been so understanding and you’ve helped me when I’m feeling down and when I’m mad you don’t take it personally and-and-and I just- I’m just so thankful and so incredibly in love with you.”
”Way to make a girl cry, again.” You say and roll over to get the box of tissues from the bedside table. “My god, Lan, I love you so freaking much it hurts.”
”I know, and I’m so lucky to have you.”
”I’m the lucky one.”
”Now, now love, whatever the race winner says goes.”
”Huh, I think I like Lando No-wins more than Lando Now-wins more.”
“That’s not nice.”
”Bo-ho.”
“…”
”…”
”I love you.”
”And, I love you.”
Taglist:
@gnatthefly . @mochimommy2002 . @llando4norris . @mrswolffs-blog
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Please... more viking!Simon... midterm week was harsh. I am in need of my current comfort au. Please😭more🗣✊️
okay fine aftermath of viking!simon angst/jealousy
c/w: simon is an insensitive prick, angst/no comfort, don’t worry this isn’t the last part they will be happy, arguments
you didn’t regret it despite how much simon wished you would. there was no need to make a scene, he says. you scoffed when he said that. he hasn’t even seen you make a scene yet but you will if he carries on like this
when you planted yourself right on his lap in front of the new healer, he still wrapped an arm over your hips and pulled you against his chest. he knew you were just staking your claim on him. part of him enjoyed your little stunt. a little jealousy makes a man feel wanted
but another part of him just wishes you would drop it. they simply know each other through work and nothing more but no matter how much he tries to convince you that he doesn’t care for her in anything other than a professional sense, you quip back saying that you don’t want him caring about her in any sense
“she offered to move…” he grumbles, tending to the fireplace in your shared bedroom. you glare daggers into his back when he says that
“she did no such thing. if she thought she was sat in my seat, she should have stood up and moved. and you shouldn’t have let her take my seat.” you hiss, trying not to wake the sleeping baby in the crib next to your bed
“you weren’t sitting in it.” he shrugs, “it was a friendly conversation. nothing more.” he moves to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning over to check on his sleeping baby with a tenderness that would make you melt if you weren’t so bloody angry with him
“seems like you have a lot of friendly conversations with her.” you spit, folding your arms across your chest. your words clearly hit a nerve judging by the way he immediately stands and actually faces you
“enough. I don’t like what you’re implying, wife.” he raises his tone slightly, pointing a finger at you as though he was a parent scolding their child. “I have been nothing but devoted to you and our children. I won’t speak on this again.”
you narrow your eyes at him, chewing on your tongue to prevent yourself from lashing out,
“fine.” you hiss, throwing the covers back and climbing into bed with your back to him. you hear him sigh and blow out the candle on his side of the bed before settling down on the mattress himself
you feel him reach out to gently grab your shoulder, probably to pull you against him like he does most nights but you just jerk your shoulder out of his grip,
“don’t.” you say firmly and you don’t miss the scoff that leaves his mouth before he turns over but you’re sure he misses the soft sniffles and tears that slip down your cheeks as you lay back to back with your husband, his presence far away even though he’s supposed to be right next to you
#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost simon riley#simon riley#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost call of duty#viking!simon#ghost x reader#mw2#cod mw2#ghost
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abby x chubby!reader - a very self indulgent scenario
warning: just so you know, this contains obviously mentions of descriptions regarding body parts so if this is a trigger i advise you don't read this.
i believe abby to be one of those butches who absolutely go feral for fuller, chubbier women.
this goes hand in hand with my previous headcanon/scenario in which i explored abby's breeding kink. because once you gain weight and your breasts gets bigger, your thighs become plushier and your stomach forms that slightly hanging portion of skin adorned in your frilly and feminine dresses, abby is ashamed to admit to even herself the undeniable effect she experiences.
she doubts if what she is doing is really offensive to you because she wonders whether this can fall into the category of objectification. therefore, abby has to mentally remind herself to not be a creep and to divert her gaze from you.
her thoughts are at constant fight as one part of herself blames a morbid perversion that has to be kept on check, but just as the other part sketches the idea of it being nothing but an harmless preference in her partners.
that being said, the semblance of self control that she had built with such an effort completely shatters when you two actually interact with each other. your inclination for shirts and dresses that showed your soft chest in just the perfect way to make abby's head spin is the cherry on top of this insane obsession she has to continuously push back.
it really doesn't take much for abby to have images flashing in her head displaying her taking one of your breasts in her hand and the other under the torturous treatment of her tongue and teeth, responsible for the purple love bites scattered all over your upper body.
following suit, the scenario alone of you on your back as abby spreads your legs and brings them to yourself, bending you in half and thus highlighting the delicious rolls of your stomach causes a wet patch to form in her underwear and an undetectable twitch of her legs, squeezing to maintain the facade of a normal person who doesn't get turned on as easily as an hormonal teenager would.
one day you two are sitting together and it pains abby to not be able to handle looking at you without the need to shy away and focus on anything that isn't you. and if she manages to avoid the sight of you, your laugh and the touches you give her are daggers piercing through her shield. she is aware of how awkward she actually acts and how impossible it would have been for you to not notice at some point.
when you place your smooth hand above her own – which abby had put on her knee – her breath halts and before she can apply some rationality she turns to you, finding you are closer than her senses had detected.
your eyes are so big and innocent and full of joy and... seducing, she observes.
"abby..." despite your firm gaze, her name comes out of your mouth as a whisper capable of making her hand on the knee grip it forcefully, not minding that this is definitely giving her off.
"i've been wanting to ask you this for quite some time," you unforgivably continue "but why do i feel like we're growing apart?" the content your inquiry is that of an unspeakable sorrow and fear of losing a dear person, but the tone in which it is asked exudes a neediness for something beyond simple reassurance. you bite your lips as abby is speechless before your question and your vicinity – what in the hell is happening? is she imagining things like she always does?
her attempt at assembling a sentence proves to be a failure when all you can hear is something along the lines of "no", "of course not", without any addition of the reason behind that.
"i wouldn't be here with you right now were it the case," is the best she manages to say as she tries to laugh it off with a shy grimace feigning a confidence that is long gone the moment you are in her presence.
"but then why are you always so stiff when i hug you? you don't even come up with ideas for what to do together like we used to," your heartbeat quickens, dwelling in an uncertain place between genuine hurt and sinful arousal for abby's shyness and difficulty in approaching you.
"i- i haven't really noticed anything different, maybe it's just that i've been busy but i'm not avoiding you, i mean–" she is cut short by your voice interrupting her and your face inching closer and closer to the point where she can see the shape of your lips with the corner of her eye.
"do i make you uneasy, abby?" and why do you have to lean forward and have your breasts already tightened by your corset invade her visual field. "and to think i've been wearing this for you," now your knee is touching hers, your dress leaving your thighs exposed the more you draw near, "hoping you would take it off," what on earth— "or, even better, you would have fucked me in it..."
what kind of absurd dream is she in?
#abby x y/n#abby x fem!reader#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby x you#abby x reader#abby anderson x fem!reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson
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“Rot My Brain” Fluff!
AN: I cannot stop thinking about Katsuki, he’s rotting my brain to the core. I’m gonna mix in some of my irl bfs actions with Katsuki’s personality cuz sometimes they clash. And omg I can write Kenma off my bf for sure. This will be my titles for all my brain rots!
Here’s a lazy Picrew banner divider thingy -
B. Katsuki x AFAB! Reader!
Katsuki can’t keep his hands off you. Every minute he has his hands somewhere on your body, for him it’s not only comforting but he loves to keep you close. Making sure every moment he has is next to you, not to mention he barley knows how to express his love in any other way.
This became a habit ever since you two became close friends, except it was more platonic touches than how of course. When you were friends he would put his hand on your back any time you were just standing next to him.
Katsuki doesn’t care for other eyeing where he touches you, because why would he care what a bunch of extras think? You’re his girl now, with your consent he can touch you wherever he wants!
“Katsuki~!” You giggled as he grabbed you from behind and just sat there for a minute, pressing his face into the nape of your neck. “My love!” You smile in the comfort of his arms. The two of you were currently in the dorm room hallways, he had caught you on the way back to your dorm from the showers.
“Hm?” He answered, just trying to soak in the fresh smell of your shampoo and body wash. “I need to put all my things away.” You place your empty hand on his arms, hanging on to your small basket of shower necessities. “Don’t wanna let you go..” he tightened his grip onto your waist.
“Love I need to put these away then go talk to the girls about something.” You try moving forward a bit only to be stopped in place by your bulky boyfriend. Damn, why’d he have to be this beefy? You thought to yourself trying to look at him by turning your head slightly, only seeing the top of his head.
Katsuki loved holding you. It felt like everything would melt away as soon as you were in his arms. He felt just lighter, calmer, and overall recharged after dealing with the idiots in Class 1-A.
“One min’…” he pressed his face deeper into your neck, taking a deep breath. This action tickled you, letting out a beautiful giggle as he took in your scent. “Katsu that tickles!” You laugh.
Oh how Katsuki loves your laugh. He can never get enough of you.
Katsuki was clingy, indeed. But he of course gives space you need or space he needs. But sometimes you two don’t even notice when he’s clinging onto you, or any sort of touch he has because it’s just so normal for the two of you.
Well everyone else knows and try not to say anything about it.
“You and Bakugou are so cute!!” Mina cheers, shaking you violently “oh how I wish I had a man like that…!” She was so giggly. Finally you were able to hang out with the girls after Bakugou let himself recharge and let you be.
“Thank you Mina.” You grab her arms to stop her from shaking you. The girls loves to gush about relationships, especially as one as lovey dovey as you and Katsuki’s relationship. They always tell you to spill, kiss and tell.
You only shared small details, not too many because you knew how Katsuki likes to keep your relationship stuff private. He really doesn’t want it to get to the guys. Even though they see how clingy he is and tease him about it all the time.
“Fuck off! Yer’ all just mad you can’t get a girl to touch ya!” Katsuki yelled, rolling his eyes at Sero and Denki’s teasing.
Katsuki, sadly his room was bombarded by some of the Class 1-A idiots. What did they want? To poke, tease, and stick their noses in each others business. All he wanted was you in his bed, letting him hold you.
“Cmon man! You don’t even hide it, at least some guys would keep the touching on the low!” Denki teased. Katsuki just glared at him, slumping against the edge of his bed.
“Guys he does have a point, how can you tease him for loving his girl when you guys don’t even have one?” Kirishima, always coming to defend Katsuki. At this point Katsuki was just tuning them all out, he just wished he stopped you from going to hang out with the girls so he could cuddle you.
Katsuki loves you, he wouldn’t stop you from pursuing anything. He wouldn’t stop you from having friends, or even going out with them. Sucks that he just wants to be with you all the time. Just being around you was comforting.
Katsuki was getting impatient, he wanted these guys gone and you in here pronto.
“Alright fuckers get out.” He stood up, starting to push out the protesting guys. And once those guys were out, he pulled out his phone to text you.
Katsu( ˘ ³˘)♥︎: cmover. Now.
The sudden buzz of your phone startled you, going to see who had texted you, a smile spreading across your face. You excuse yourself from the rest of the girls and they all happily wave you bye. Off you go to see your clingy loving boyfriend.
Katsuki loved touching you. No matter what nothing will change. His eyes will never leave you, and his hands will always cling to you. You’re a high that never ends. And he loves that you accept his touch, his love, and his temper. He loves you.
AN: I hope you like this! I was spit balling and just rotting my own brain with Katsu :3 let me know if you’d like a tag list or anything! Love you guysss.
#bakugo katsuki#mha bakugou#bakugou headcanons#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki x y/n#bakugou fluff#mha fluff
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part two to this angsty beauty - enjoy 🖤
Your head pounded when you woke up, sunlight filtering through the curtains in your shared bedroom. Well, in your bedroom now. Who knows if you’d even be able to keep the apartment – would he want to stay here or would you? He said he’d be here today to pick up his things, so maybe he was letting you keep it. Maybe you’d surprise him with an empty apartment when he came to collect his things, and you’d be long gone.
Gone, that’s where you wished you could go. What did that even mean..?
It didn’t matter.
You got up and cleaned your face, throwing on some workout clothes and stepping out into the cold air. It was winter in New York City, and everyone else was bundled up with long coats and scarves, boots and their fuzzy socks peeking up at the top. You walked the five miles to the Avengers tower in some leggings, running shoes, and a light hoodie, not even bothering to put the hood on.
You slipped into the meeting just as it was starting, taking a spot next to Natasha this time instead of your usual one. There was an empty chair next to your ex-fiancé, everyone taking notice of it but not mentioning it more than a quiet glance amongst each other. Bucky listened with intent as if nothing had happened – you stared at the small scratch in the glass table until your eyes went fuzzy.
“I know we just finished one mission up – seriously, great job, you two-” he gestured to you and Bucky. Clearly not reading the room, he continued. “Truly a dream team, you two work great together.”
You could hear Bucky huff out a sarcastic laugh and you just rolled your eyes. How he had the audacity to sit there and act like he hadn’t just shattered your entire world last night, you would never know. It’s always been fucking hard to be with you. His harsh voice rang in your ears, flashbacks from last night hitting you like a train.
“Tony, could you..?” Natasha motioned for Tony to continue with his agenda and stop lingering.
“Right.” His voice was drowned out by the blood rushing through your ears, and you could barely hear what he was saying anymore, starting to zone out again.
Natasha nudged you, and everything came back into focus.
“Solo mission, Canada. Rumlow’s back.” She whispered it over to you as indiscreetly as possible, the details that Tony had just gone over, but without all of his theatrics.
You looked over at her. Rumlow? You mouthed. She nodded her head grimly.
“I can do it. I have the most experience dealing with him-” Bucky piped up finally, acting as some sort of martyr.
“I’ll go.”
All heads turn to you, finally having spoken up and looked up from the scratch on the table.
“Are you out of your mind?” Bucky’s words sliced through the silence. You locked eyes with him and there was nothing but fury and heartbreak in yours. You could see where his hands were in fists below the table, balled up and trying to keep his composure.
You looked at Tony. “I’ll go. Rumlow doesn’t know me. Even if he had files on each of us, you know mine is sealed. I’ve only been on covert missions that didn’t deal with the public-”
“Tony, you can’t let her go on this mission!” Bucky tried to speak over you. You could tell he was getting mad.
“-and because of that, my identity has never been known. To him, I’m just a random girl. Send me. I’ll get it done.”
It was silent in the room, and you could cut the tension with a knife. But Tony had made up his mind.
“Those are all…excellent points. Meet me in 20 in my office and we’ll go over it. You leave tomorrow.”
You closed your eyes, a feeling of relief washing over you. The meeting ended and you got up to leave, managing to round the corner before you felt a grip on your arm, stopping you dead in your tracks.
“You can’t go on that mission alone, he will kill you,” Bucky said through his gritted teeth. You tried to keep walking but his grasp on your arm was too strong. You knew you could never overpower him. “I’m going instead.”
“You know what you can fucking do-” you turned around in his arms and managed to shake out of his hold. By this time, the people who were left after the meeting were all silent and watching. You barely took note of them as you felt your vision cloud with rage.
“Hey, guys-” Steve tried to step in, tapping Bucky on the shoulder. It was no use. Your eyes brimmed with tears of rage.
“No, you go back to wherever the fuck you went last night and leave me ALONE!” you yelled at him, whipping around and starting to storm off. Before you got too far though, you turned back around and threw your engagement ring at his feet and let it clatter around the tile floors for everyone to see. “Sorry if I’m too hard for you to deal with right now, but I’m going on that mission alone and I hope that when I’m done, I can fucking stay up there away from you.”
He watched as you walked down the hallway and turned into Tony’s office, the door shutting behind you. He stood there in silence, the audience behind him in utter shock. They all began to dissipate, going in their own directions, until it was just him left.
I'll probably turn this into a multi-part fic, what do y'all think?
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riize sungchan x reader
minors dni | 18+
.ᐟ synopsis : it's become a habit of sungchan to come over your place no matter the time, seeking for your comfort and consolation— sometimes just whenever he wants to. he usually comes over to just talk and chill, this time it's different. he's in an extra touchy, affectionate flirtatious mood.
.ᐟ tags : NSFW, best friend sungchan, friends to lovers (?)
.ᐟ wc: 0.9k
your phone buzzes, you pick it up to see a notification from sungchan.
sungchan: "can i come over?"
y/n: "everything good?"
sungchan: "yeah, just wanna see u rn :("
"please?"
as soon as you open the door for him, he almost immediately threw himself onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "i missed you" he whispers, his warm breath brushing against your neck.
you're now in your bedroom, leaning against the headboard of the bed with sungchan leaning against your shoulder, his head resting gently against you. you could feel his steady breaths against your skin, and the closeness between you was almost suffocating. sungchan's hand slowly found its way to yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he held onto you. the room was filled with a comfortable silence, but the tension between you was palpable. "you okay, chan?" you pull back slightly to get a good look of his face, now looking up at you, a faint "hm?" was all that came out of his mouth as his fingers start drawing circles on your palm. it was clear that sungchan's feelings for you had reached a breaking point.
"what are you thinking about?" you ask him gently. he gulped. "you don't wanna know" he mumbles in a stern, slightly shaking voice.
"come on.. tell me"
"i'm thinking about laying you down.. thinking about the things i wanna do to you right now." you froze in place.
sungchan's voice was filled with a mix of nervousness and desire as he spoke. "i can't deny it anymore.. i've been fantasizing about being intimate with you, about exploring each other's bodies, having sex." the glint in his eyes starts to make the butterflies in your stomach go hysterical. "the thought of feeling your skin against mine, of tasting your lips, it drives me crazy." his warm breath against your neck as his hand settles on gripping onto your waist tightly, his other hand rubbing your sides up and down, gently. "i want to make you feel pleasure like you've never felt before, to show you just how much i want you, how much i wanna fuck you." his words hung in the air, as the weight of his confession settled between you. sungchan leans in to close the gap between your lips, kissing you passionately, hunger evident as he kisses you deeper and rougher on each passing second. you kiss him back, matching the intensity as you wrap both arms around his neck as he lays you down— hovering on top of you. his arms finding their way in between your legs, separating them as one hand starts rubbing towards your inner thighs, reaching and caressing the sensitive areas. a hand reaches over the waistband of your shorts, sliding them off alongside your panties. his gaze fixed on your already wet pussy, dazed. he unbuckles his pants— his already hardened length sprang out.
sungchan's eyes filled with desire as he positions himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing the tip of his hardened cock against your slick folds. his touch is both gentle and tantalizing, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. resulting you to abruptly let out a moan, he smirks at the sight of this.
"i'm not even inside you yet" he teases. he can feel the heat and wetness, aching to be enveloped by your tightness. with a low grunt of anticipation, sungchan slowly pushes himself inside you, inch by inch, savoring the exquisite sensation of your walls embracing him. "so tight and warm, just for me" he mumbles under his breath, gripping onto your hips. the connection between you deepens, and the room fills with the symphony of your moans and the rhythmic movements of your bodies, as you both surrender to the intoxicating pleasure that engulfs you.
"chan.. you're so big." a whimper escapes in between your sentences. he bites his lower lip, leaning in to kiss yours as he continues thrusting slowly, deeply into your pussy. sungchan's desire intensifies as he plunges deeper into you, his thrusts becoming more forceful and primal. soft moans turned into loud ones, a moan after another as sungchan continues to pound into you relentlessly "f-fuck.. y/n.. let me hear how good i'm making you feel."
he can't help but let out a low growl of pleasure as he feels the tightness and warmth enveloping him. "you're so fucking tight, baby," he moans, his voice filled with a mixture of lust, pleasure and need, grabbing onto your waist, his hips move with a relentless rhythm, becoming faster and more urgent as he chases his own release, determined to bring you to the brink of ecstasy alongside him. "m-mmh.. fuck sungchan.. s' good"
"i'm gonna cum, f-fuck.." he whispers with a shaky breathing. "let me cum inside you," as his thrusts become sloppy, you felt a tight knot inside your stomach. he presses his lips against yours as he releases inside you, filling you up with his warm cum. sungchan collapses on top of you, "fuck.. that felt so good." he buries his face into your neck, sweat running down his face, neck and back. you wipe the sweats on his forehead, removing the strands of hair sticking to it.
"you alright?" he looks up to see your blushing face.
"mhm.. i'm.. i'm fine" a grin forming his lips as he hears your response before giving you a quick smooch on the lips.
AAAAaaAAAAAaaAAAAAA
this was sooooOoo rushed, hope you guys like it 😭🙏🏻
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Heading Straight to You [ Elucien ]
Inspired by @washmchineheart elucien post here. I went a little nuts in the tags again and needed to write it out. A little Bridgerton-inspired Elucien, if you will! I hope you all enjoy it :)
Genre: Angsty/Romance | Masterlist | AO3
shoutout to @zenkindoflove for letting me talk it out with you :)
Gods, Elain had never been so angry in her life.
He had sent her a letter.
A letter.
The nerve of it made Elain snarl under her breath as she stomped towards his humble abode in the Night Court, her anger increasing with each step she took; she was glad Feyre had the foresight not to ask questions when Elain had stormed out.
Elain wasn’t foolish. Did she even have a right to be this angry? Probably not and yet she was simmering with rage.
She knew she hadn’t made things easy for him. Hadn’t really given him too much of a chance to get to know her. But she had been trying.
Yes, she was still hesitant and careful and awkward around him. With everyone watching their every move, how could she not be!
But for him to send her a letter? A letter! As if it would be so easy to answer such a question. As if he couldn’t even dignify her with a face-to-face conversation.
Elain was in front of his home and pounding on his door faster than she expected.
Lucien opened the door with a mildly confused expression until he saw that it was her standing before him and carefully arranged his features.
Elain could only hold up the letter, fuming at his calm demeanor.
“I see you received my letter.”
“How dare you.” she spat.
Lucien narrowed his eyes before silently stepping back and opening his door further, gesturing with his hand for her to come in. “A note with your answer would have sufficed.” he said blandly. “You didn’t have to come all this way to break the news to me.”
Elain didn’t move from his doorway. “Is this some kind of joke?”
Lucien lifted a brow at his mate, a muscle flexing in his jaw before he answered, “Why would it be a joke?” he asked. “Is there something about my letter that was unclear?”
“You sent me a letter.” she snapped.
“Yes.” he said again in that bland tone that Elain wasn’t used to and did not appreciate. “Though I fail to understand why you seem so upset by it.”
“You’ve barely spoken to me in the last few weeks and instead of trying to have a conversation about this in person, you sent me a stupid letter asking me that?”
Lucien watched her as she watched him, noting how his grip had tightened on the doorframe. “Why would I seek you out when the moment you know I’m in the city you hide away or make an excuse to avoid me?” he asked curtly. “I’ve been polite about it enough, I think.”
He stood before her, dressed impeccably as always, his expression now stoic like he hadn’t sent her a devastating question to answer. It made her want to throttle him.
Elain scoffed then opened the letter, gripping it tightly as she read it aloud,
My lady,
As you may have noticed, the communication between us has continued to dwindle and at this point, I will not continue to delude myself into thinking you have any interest in seeing what could be between us. I have given you as much grace as I can extend, but I am reaching a limit that is impacting my own well-being. Please know that I understand we do not owe each other affection but I had thought we at least owed each other a conversation to see if we could be, at the bare minimum, friends. You don’t seem inclined to want that and as such, I am sending you this letter to ask you a question that will release us both from this limbo we’ve been left in.
Do you wish to sever the bond between us? If so, please let me know. A simple yes will be enough.
Regards,
Lucien Vanserra
“Regards!” she snapped. “This is not the kind of thing you ask someone via letter.”
“Again, you’ve never stayed in the same room long enough for me to ask for a conversation.”
Elain flushed. He was right, of course. She couldn’t really deny that this was one of the things she was stubborn about.
And at first, she was overwhelmed. And sad. And trying to find herself again. Now…now? She wasn’t even sure. She was nervous. Embarrassed. Lost.
He worked his jaw as she glared at him then gestured again to his home. “Would you like to come inside and discuss this?” he asked. “I don’t think this is the kind of conversation we should be having where we could be overheard.”
Elain scoffed and moved past him, shoving the letter to his chest as she stomped into his living room and tried not to think about the brief contact she made with his chest.
She wouldn't think about that at all when he was asking her to cut ties.
“You care if people overhear us but are fine to send this in a letter.”
“And?” he asked, his tone sharper than it had ever been with her as he joined her in his living space. “I’m happy to give you an additional night if you’d like to think about it but given the way you’ve actively avoided me for years and barely speak in my presence, I would’ve thought you’d be jumping for joy at the chance to say yes.”
“Oh, and you know me so well to anticipate what kind of responses I would give you?” She asked, her tone veering on a sneer that she had never heard herself use.
“Considering you act as though I’m a parasite here to infect you, I made an educated guess based on the very loud thoughts you yell my way from the noose of a thread wrapped around our throats.”
Elain pursed her lips, the angry flush on her cheeks deepening. “So you admit it’s a burden and not a gift?”
“It is a gift but if you don’t wish to see it that way, I am not a male who forces his company on anyone and I am sick of waiting for you to grow a spine and request to cut the ties between us.” he snapped quietly. “You toy with me and my time. One day you grant me a moment of your company, the next you pretend I don’t exist. You may think I’m a statue with no emotions but I can assure you, my lady, I can only tolerate so much. This has gone on long enough.” Elain watched him with narrowed eyes as he adjusted his stance, his gaze burning a hole through her body. “So I’ll ask you again, do you wish to sever this bond between us?”
Elain felt her body heat and if she could burst into flames she would.
Yes, she’d been resistant. Yes, she’d avoided him.
But gods, he really had no idea.
She had been human. She was going to be married and had a whole life planned out. She wouldn’t have these powers that she had no control over. She wouldn’t have these nightmares of being kidnapped in the middle of the night. Her brain wouldn’t have to keep reliving the horrors of the cauldron. She wouldn’t have to keep pretending she was fine.
It wasn’t even him that was the problem. It was everything else. It was her life being snatched from her. It was her choices being stripped away as a casualty for a war she had nothing to do with.
It was that he had been nothing but polite to her since they met despite her avoidance.
It was that this bond made her hate herself for staying away from him because every fiber in her body only urged her to go to him instead.
“You think it is so easy to sever this bond?” she hissed, glaring at him. “I’m not a fool – I understand the consequences that would follow such an action. I won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”
“Don’t pretend you’re worried about me, my lady. If I am to lose my mind at the expense of you being free from the shackles that tie you to me, I will do it.” he snapped. “If only to stop feeling like a beggar for scrapes at your feet.”
“I never asked you to wait.”
“Your problem is that you barely speak to me, much less ask for anything.”
“Well I never asked for this!”
“And I never asked for you.”
Elain recoiled like he’d slapped her and a pregnant silence filled the room. She could only stare at him and her chest suddenly ached.
He’d never taken such a tone with her. Then again, she’d barely allowed him to converse with her.
Elain worked her jaw, the thundering of her heart pounding in her ears and all her senses couldn’t help but focus only on Lucien. The scent of him. The way his gaze bore into her, his mechanical eye clicking as they faced each other.
She could resist him all she wanted, but Elain had always known that whatever her fate was, it would always find her and Lucien Vanserra had been her fate since the Cauldron spat her out to start this new life.
They orbited around each other enough that Elain knew no matter what she said or did, she knew exactly who would haunt her thoughts the moment she lay in her bed. She could ignore him all she wanted but thoughts of her mate would consume her every moment.
“For someone that doesn’t want me, you certainly don’t act like it.” she breathed and she had never seen the expression of disdain on his face aimed towards her as he scoffed.
“For the record my attempts to connect with you is what trying looks like. It is you who does not want me.” he retorted. “I have done nothing but give you space as I expressed interest in getting to know you at your own pace time and time again. It is you who has never taken a moment to even see if whatever this is between us is worth exploring. And now I am sick of waiting.” He took a step towards her, anger radiating off every inch of him. “So answer me.”
“Do not demand things from me when it could –.”
“Answer the question and free me from this torment.”
“Free you?” she bristled and took a step towards him. “You think it’s torment for you? You think I want you to feel this way? Do you think I want to feel this way?”
“And what way is that, Elain?” he hissed and the sound of her name from his lips nearly made her shudder.
“You think I want to be consumed by you? Sensing your every move?” she breathed. “You think I want to think about your arms holding me at one of the most traumatizing moments of my life? You think I want to think about how the sound of your heartbeat has been the only way I can allow myself to sleep? You think I want to think about how overwhelmed I become with your scent that if I don’t remove myself from the room immediately, I’ll do something reckless that I know I’ll regret?”
“Oh? And what reckless action is that?” he sneered. “If it’s a stab to my throat, you’d only be putting me out of my misery.”
“Do not pretend that severing this bond will change anything about the way your presence clouds my judgment and jumbles my every thought.” she snapped. “Do you think there is a single corner of this land you could go to that wouldn’t feel like you’re taking my very breath with you? Do you think distance would free me from the torment that being around you is?” Elain closed the distance between them and jabbed her finger into his chest. “You – you – you are the curse of my fae existence and despite all my resistance – you – you –” She took a shaky breath as she stared at him, the confession she’d been so desperate to keep secret slipping from her lips, “Are the object of all my deepest longings.”
Her lips trembled as she watched his hands slacked at his sides, his expression falling into surprise but Elain couldn’t bring herself to say anything else.
How could she make him understand?
Love was something Elain had always craved. The courtship. The romance. The yearning.
If the circumstances had been different – if she had met Lucien before Graysen – the idea of a soulmate was exactly what she wanted. Feyre had explained it to her so well and mates was something a hopeless romantic like her would’ve waited for. Would’ve craved. Someone who was her equal. Someone who saw her and loved her, flaws and all.
Instead, Elain had been a human girl who had fallen in love with a human man who threw her to the side the moment she no longer fit the mold he needed her to. She held on to their short-lived romance, to that engagement as a way to keep the last shred of her humanity in any way that she could. She could hide her ears and fight against her visions. She could resist this bond as long as she could.
But her fingers were bloodied and bruised from how hard she was holding on to something that wasn’t meant for her. She had been trying to shove the door closed on Lucien for years and the door refused to shut. Whenever Elain tried to approach him and see if there was something there, it scared her. It terrified her to feel the way the thread at her ribcage tugged her towards him. To know that everything she’d had before was a waste.
And now she had confessed just how much he affected her and her cheeks flushed at the shell-shocked silence between them. She had stunned him into silence and had just opened her mouth to spew more at him when a feral look overtook his face and Lucien leaned closer to her as if he couldn’t resist being in her space.
“You think you don't haunt my every waking moment?” he growled and Elain’s brows narrowed, her expression hardening at his tone. “Do you think I have known peace since I've met you? If I am the curse of your existence, you are the catalyst that blew up my life and yet— I can do nothing but yearn for you.” Elain felt her chest rise and fall rapidly as he seemed to breathe her in, barely any space between them. She watched as he worked his jaw, glancing down at her lips then meeting her gaze again before saying, “If I am the object of your longings, know that you have infiltrated my every breath – my every thought and I have never been so thoroughly intoxicated by anyone the way I have been by you. And I can do nothing but let myself drown by it.”
A heart beat of silence passed. Then another.
And Elain felt hot and cold at the same time as a heated silence enveloped them and she couldn’t help but stare at him, taking in his features so up close, even as anger stood between them. She licked her lips as she stared at him and watched as his eyes flashed, the flush spreading to her neck.
Was there a point to her resistance then? He clearly had no qualms the way she did but –
But Elain was sick of thinking and overthinking. She was sick of it all.
How dare he ask her that question then proceed to confess such feelings to her?
Lucien’s lip curled, despite the stain of red on his cheeks. “Is there something else you’d like to spew –”
“Shut up.” she snapped and before she could stop herself, Elain yanked him by his tunic and pulled him down to press her lips to his.
The very air between them came to a halt and it was like the world had tilted on its axis.
Their kiss was an eruption of fireworks – a dam that was now flooding and the very blood in her veins was singing. Lucien seemed to hesitate for a breath then his hands immediately wrapped around Elain’s waist and she allowed an arm to slide around his neck, pulling him even closer as the kiss deepened.
And it came to her with alarming clarity exactly how foolish she had been the last few years.
She had been holding on to the idea of what Graysen had given her when kissing him was nothing compared to Lucien’s lips on her now.
He was the light – he was the sun and Elain felt her body glow as she sank quickly into his flames as every inch of her craved more, more, more.
His kisses were just as hungry as hers, soft noises slipping from her before she could stop them and her embarrassment was only soothed by Lucien’s matching groans. Before either of them could stop, Lucien had Elain pressed against him as he lifted her and turned swiftly to seat her on his dining table and she let him. She let him stand between her legs, her dress riding up as he leaned even closer, every inch of their bodies touching as his mouth caressed her lips in kisses, nipping, and biting in a way that told her he wanted to imprint his lips on hers and gods, did Elain want him to.
Elain was nearly clawing at his back with how tightly she was gripping him as he stole her breath away and she wondered if she had ever actually experienced passion before this moment.
“Stop – thinking –” he demanded between kisses, his hand sliding to the back of her neck and squeezing gently.
“I’m not –”
“Don’t you –”
“Lucien –”
His lips mapped out a path from her jaw down her neck with a swiftness that made Elain’s breath stutter and she wanted more – more that he provided her with when his lips found hers again in a searing kiss that had her seeing stars.
She felt that tug of fate between them. She felt that magic.
Elain’s hands traced his muscled back, tugging on strands of his hair as he stole more and more kisses. She didn’t know what to do with herself but let him – she let him take what she’d been so reluctant to give and Elain – gods, she felt and wanted and needed –
A crash startled them both to a halt and they turned as one to find the source of the noise – a vase lay shattered on the floor.
Elain blinked at the sight of the familiar flowers that had scattered. Those were from her garden.
And it was like a bucket of cold water had poured over her when she glanced back at Lucien, both of them breathing hard.
She could only watch him and think about the feeling of his lips on hers, the way his tongue had tasted hers, and the way his hand was touching her skin.
She could only think about her flowers in his home and her expression shuddered as her heart began thumping so loudly. She had been so angry with him and yet she’d been the one to grab him and – embarrassment suddenly coursed through her and she fought to keep her expression from falling.
As always, he seemed to sense the change in her emotions and his expression shifted as he slowly released her and carefully assisted her to slide off the table without looking at her. Her pulse fluttered nervously as she watched him back away a step, taking a deep breath and Elain quickly straightened herself, running a hand through her hair. She licked her lips, feeling the ghost of him.
“Well.”
Lucien stole a glance at her and she watched as he shook his head and turned away from her, his fists clenched at his sides. “I’m sorry.” he said tightly and Elain’s brows furrowed.
“For what?”
Without looking at her, he gestured around helplessly. “You may have initiated it but I allowed it and it’s in exact contradiction to the question I wanted an answer for.” he muttered. “I am a gentleman but I fear that whatever shred of sanity I am holding on to is hanging by a thread around you.”
Elain bit the inside of her cheek, observing the way he was holding himself. She was sure he felt the way their bond was taut at their proximity, in the aftermath of their kiss.
A kiss she would surely be thinking about more later.
“I’d think what just happened would answer your question.” she finally allowed herself to say and Lucien half turned towards her.
“You say that but how do I know you won’t go back to avoiding me?” he asked. “How do I know it meant anything more than a moment of curiosity for you?” Lucien turned away from her again, tension lining his back. “Anger brought you here. Anger I’m not sure I even understand. I only ask that you don’t toy with me. Please.”
The embarrassment that had washed over her earlier was nothing compared to how she felt now. How it felt to feel his own embarrassment and discomfort sit in the air between them.
Had she really been that cruel? Had she been so self-absorbed that she hadn’t taken that much time to consider what all of this had done to him?
She frowned. Elain wouldn’t deny it had crossed her mind but Lucien had always done a decent job of keeping his emotions in check around her that she didn’t…feel the need to dig deeper. She was stuck in her head, worrying about herself enough that she didn’t try to venture outside of her own struggles.
She’d been too busy pretending she was okay.
Shame coiled in her chest and she felt her shoulders droop.
“I’m not trying to make you feel bad about yourself.” Lucien said quietly, his back still to her. “I just…can’t keep doing this. This limbo will drive me more crazy than severing a bond ever could. Especially now…now that I know what you taste like.”
Elain’s hands tightened in the folds of her dress and she suddenly felt the urge to cry. Gods, she really had been thoughtless in coming here. She had been angry that he wanted to sever a tie that she herself hadn’t tried to explore further. Out of fear. Out of cowardness. Out of sheer stubbornness.
Did she just assume he’d lie in wait for her? Who was she to drag someone along in such a way? She hadn’t asked for this but neither had he and Lucien had been more patient with her than most would be.
He knew how she felt. He could probably sense more about her mental state than anyone else could and maybe that was what terrified her so much.
But it certainly didn’t excuse her choices.
A heart beat of silence passed then Elain swallowed and finally whispered, “You’re right.” She took a breath then added, “I’m sorry.”
Lucien seemed to stiffen and she watched as he clenched his hands at his sides then unclenched them. “Is that your answer then?” he asked quietly.
Her heart dropped. “No!”
Lucien turned around to face her with furrowed brows. “Then what are we doing, Elain?”
She licked her lips again and curled a strand of hair behind her ear. “I – I don’t know.” she answered and knew she couldn’t be anything but honest with him as he watched her, his gaze burning through her.
“Then tell me why you came here. Tell me why my letter made you angry.”
She pursed her lips and her throat bobbed. Again, she forced herself to be honest.
“Despite your belief that I only avoid you – which I did for a while, I don’t deny that –” Elain began slowly. “I had been slowly working my way up to reaching out to you for a few weeks. I was – am hesitant about it because of the time that has passed between us.” She glanced at him and her cheeks flushed further at his gaze. “Your letter came and caught me by surprise.”
“Did you think I would wait around forever?” he asked softly and though his tone wasn’t accusatory, Elain felt the shame sit heavily on her chest.
Her fingers tightened again in the folds of her dress. “No.” she answered. “You have no obligation to do so.”
“No, I don’t.” he answered carefully and Elain tried not to let herself deflate at the turn the conversation had taken.
“I – I understand.”
“Do you?” he said with a strained laugh. “Because I don’t.”
She bit her lips and flushed deeply when he squeezed his eyes shut and took a breath. “Now you understand how I feel.” she whispered. “How my brain behaves when it comes to you. I am lost and confused and embarrassed and I – I –” Elain looked away from him, her hand on her throat as she fought the onslaught of emotions. “I am overwhelmed.”
“Why?” Lucien asked gently.
“Because you’re supposed to be my soulmate but to me, love is a choice and I didn’t choose this.” she confessed and Lucien blinked then blinked again.
“I understand why it doesn’t feel like a choice.” he began then tilted his head observing her. “But what we do with the mating bond is a choice. We choose to accept it. We choose to adjust it. We choose to – to sever it. We can choose to make it whatever we want.”
It was Elain’s turn to blink as Lucien continued with a small, albeit sad smile. “It only requires a conversation.”
Elain suddenly felt the urge to vomit right all over his lush carpet. “Fate doesn’t feel like a choice.” she whispered and the beating of her heart seemed to increase as his gaze softened on her.
“I’ve always found that fate is what you make of it and that is always the right choice.” he replied.
A sense of unexpected relief seemed to wash over her at the understanding that now sat between them. She hadn’t known what to expect when she made her way over to him. Her irrational anger had fueled her steps and now…now Elain felt relieved. Calmer, albeit still a tad embarrassed.
But she had needed this. They had needed this.
They observed each other in the silence and Elain let herself see him for who he was. She let herself take in his handsome face and broad shoulders – she allowed herself to catalog every inch of him. She should’ve done it sooner.
“So…” she began softly. “Where do we go from here?”
The corner of Lucien’s mouth lifted slightly. “That depends. I still need a clear answer to my letter.”
Roses bloomed on her cheeks as she said, “Is it still not obvious at this point?”
“A simple yes or no will do, Elain.”
Elain’s eyes narrowed slightly at Lucien and though his tone was teasing, his gaze was not.
So she cleared her throat before primly answering, “My answer to your letter is no. I do not wish to do that.”
A pleasant tension filled the space between them as they stood a few feet apart as though they hadn’t been drawn to each other from the moment they’d met those years ago. As though they hadn’t just had their hands all over each other. As though their lips hadn’t only just tasted each other and were already tingling, craving more.
“And…does that mean you wish to spend time actually getting to know each other?” he asked carefully.
Elain’s throat bobbed. Maybe it was time they finally explored what the Mother had given them. Maybe it was time she stopped being so stupidly afraid.
“Yes.”
Lucien slowly nodded. “Good.”
“Great.”
“Then you owe me a date.”
Elain blinked rapidly. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” Lucien said and at her expression, his lips twitched – and it was like all the anger and discomfort that had been between them earlier had simply washed away. “You owe me a date.”
“I do believe I am a lady and ladies are meant to be courted.” she said with amusement. “Unless fae customs are different and I somehow missed the memo.”
“Oh no, my lady – that is the typical structure.” he said and the smile he gave her was the most fae-like expression she’d ever seen. “However, you missed the memo where I have attempted to court you in the past and you shut me down at every turn.”
Elain made a noise of protest but Lucien held up a hand. “Please Elain, I need you to keep it together. There is no need to rush with a proposal at this time.”
Her expression flattened but her mate only smirked at her. “Feyre did warn me that you have an obnoxious streak but I didn’t think I’d see it so quickly.”
Lucien snorted. “Bold of your sister to say that considering who her mate is.” he said and Elain’s lips couldn’t help but twitch. “Regardless, I do expect you to woo me properly.”
“Do you, now?” she asked with a raised brow and Lucien’s response was a small smirk.
“But of course. I look forward to seeing what you can come up with.”
Elain could only shake her head in disbelief and they stood in that comfortable silence for a moment before Lucien gestured with a hand to the living room.
“Would you like to stay for a drink?” he asked quietly and though Elain did wish to stay, she knew she needed to process what had just happened between them.
So she shook her head with a small smile. “Don’t you know? I apparently have a date to plan.”
And as she sat at her desk later that evening, she thought about how she had left his home feeling lighter than she had in a long while. She thought about the smile he had given her as they said goodbye. She thought about how he had walked her to his door and felt his eyes on her the entire way home.
It only seemed right that what started with a letter should continue with one and so, Elain sent him one of her own that same night.
My lord,
I would like to know if you would humble me with your presence and accept my invitation to dinner this Thursday at 6pm at Servanda’s Resturant. Your charm and chivalry have caught my attention and it would be an honor to spend the evening with you.
Please let me know your response at your earliest convenience.
Yours truly,
Elain Archeron
His response came an hour later and Elain nearly walked over to his home to truly throttle him.
My lady,
Thank you for noticing my charm. I have no doubt that you are already enamored by me.
As for your request, I will think about my availability. Please note my preferences for sunflowers to roses and plan accordingly.
Yours truly,Lucien Vanserra
Elain scoffed at his audacity then chuckled softly; it wasn’t like she didn’t deserve his teasing.
Noticing a small arrow on the bottom of the letter, she quickly turned it over to find an additional message and for the first time in a long time, excitement bloomed in her chest.
PS. I’d be delighted. Thursday night it is.
#elucien#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#elucien fanfics#pro elucien#gfics#fic: heading straight to you#I was listening to Adele's Sweetest Devotion and well :)#happy monday :)
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Do Some Damage
As requested, this is a protective! Tommy Kinard imagine, I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you will all like it.
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Summary: While (Y/n) is out, she bumps into her ex who attacks her. When Tommy comes down to help her, he sees her ex and starts a fight.
Enjoy.
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Closing her eyes, (Y/n) tilted her head back against the arm rest and shimmied down a little.
Her hand reached out and she started to drag her fingers slowly through Tommy's toussled hair, dragging through the knots and detangling the damp locks. She felt the way he shivered over her when her nails scratched against his scalp.
She lazily dropped her other arm down on Tommy's shoulders and grazed her hand up and down his back in a slow, tepid rhythm.
Her lips curved into a smile when she felt him lift his head and suddenly the end of his nose was dragging along the side of her neck. He lifted his head up until the point of his chin grazed over (Y/n)'s collar bone and she tightened her fingers in his hair when he bared his teeth against her neck.
Each time she swallowed or took a sharp breath, Tommy felt the movement in her throat and he grinned against her neck. His teeth scratched along her skin and he bit down just enough to make a sharp scratch burn over (Y/n)'s neck which made her breaths become sharp.
"We both have to go soon," (Y/n)'s voice was quiet and Tommy felt every word vibrate through her throat which he bit down on just so she would gasp and buck up against him.
"Hm, I know." His teeth finally released her neck only to be replaced with his tongue which glided across the mark he'd just made, soothing the stinging sensation he left in his wake.
His wet lips formed into a pout and he pressed open-mouthed kisses up and down her neck. He had one hand gripping the arm rest just behind (Y/n)'s head while his left hand was curled around her bare hip. He continued his administrations, kissing up and down her jugular until (Y/n) finally released her fingers from his hair and cupped his pointed chin instead.
She tilted his head up so she could look down at him and the hooded expression in his dark eyes before she brought him up for a kiss. He dragged hs tongue across her lips so he could bare his teeth down on her lower lip sharp enough to make a scratch and draw a droplet of blood which his tongue lapped up.
"Are we gonna move?" (Y/n) panted against his lips, barely able to speak with how many times Tommy kept coming back to kiss her. Breaking her speech apart with his wet lips.
"I guess we should get up… in a minute."
(Y/n) laughed and tilted her head back, rolling her eyes before Tommy crawled up her frame so he could tower over her. His hips pressed down into hers, pinning her down into the sofa with very little effort and when she tried to drag her fingertips along his neck, he held her wrist. Keeping her safely secured beneath him, unable to move in any direction or escape him.
She could feel her hips burning as she bent her legs outwards to let Tommy lay between her thighs like this. Her bare leg dragged up and down the back of his thigh and she grinned, trying to move her hands but it didn't work when Tommy held them both down against the arm rest just above her head.
"Then you'll be late." Tilting her chin up, (Y/n) angled her head and stole another kiss before she shifted her hips up into his to try and make him move.
They both had places to be this afternoon.
Tommy needed to leave soon if he wanted to be on time to meet Evan and Eddie. The three of them were heading out bowling and then they would be going out drinking later in the afternoon. Whereas (Y/n) was going to meet up with Maddie and go shopping in an hour.
"It's worth it."
Tommy leaned back down to capture her lips again while he squeezed her wrists in his hand just to feel the way (Y/n) squirmed beneath him.
He wasn't bothered about being a few minutes late to meet the guys, not when he had the perfect excuse lying beneath him like this. His lips curved into a devilish grin when (Y/n) tried to shimmy and sit up beneath him but Tommy just pushed his weight down to his hips, pressing on (Y/n) enough to pin her in place.
"Baby…"
"Five more minutes?" Dipping his head forward, Tommy tucked his face into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck again and started to bare his teeth like a vampire about to strike.
But when he felt (Y/n) loop her legs around his waist and give a sharp tug to pull him down onto her, he grinned.
"Make it quick."
***
A smile graced (Y/n)'s lips as she picked up her pace and walked a bit faster down the street.
She pressed her phone tighter to her ear and looped her bag on her other shoulder, sticking close to the wall as she walked along the road. She was going to be late at this rate. Getting ready after Tommy left had taken a bit longer than (Y/n) anticipated; especially since Tommy's five minutes turned into twenty and he made himself late to meet the boys.
"I'm on my way, I swear." (Y/n) chuckled and turned the corner. All she had to do was head down the street, cut through the side street and she would be at the town centre. Five minutes was all it would take her to meet Maddie.
"I've already got us some drinks from the coffee shop, so hurry up. Why're you late, anyway? That's not like you."
She could feel heat prickling along the side of her neck and her teeth sank down into her lower lip as if Maddie was stood right in front of her.
"You can blame Tommy for that."
The squeal Maddie let out made (Y/n) shiver and she laughed, glancing down at her feet as she hurried up again until she was almost jogging down the street.
"I thought as much. Well you can fill me in on all-" Whatever Maddie said next fell upon deaf ears.
The phone dropped from her hand and cracked against the floor when an arm deadlocked around her waist and a rough chest pushed into her back. (Y/n) stumbled forward, tripping over her feet and gasping as a hand clamped down over her mouth and pushed uncomfortably into her nose.
Her body was propelled to the right and her feet were swept from beneath her. The scream she tried to let out came out muffled against the calloused palm pressing down on her mouth, and (Y/n) couldn't move her jaw enough to bare her teeth. Biting the hand around her face would have helped her get away, but the pressure was too harsh for her to move her teeth.
Tears welled up in her eyes that snapped closed on instinct when her body was thrust to the side and she stumbled into a brick wall. She realised a second too late that she was now in an alley with a metal gate at the other end, trapping her in with her assailant. Whoever it was.
She planted her hands down on the wall to steady herself, but when (Y/n) looked to the left, she fell into the wall and scraped her arm along the bricks.
Jordan.
Her ex. The person who had broken three of her ribs and trapped her hand in a car door. The reason (Y/n) had nightmares. The person Tommy had threatened and called the police on when he tried to follow (Y/n) around town last year.
He knew it was her. He had recognised her from a chance-glimpse. How had he been so certain that it was her from behind? Had he been following her for long? Did he just grab her at the first opportunity.
Oh God, did he see (Y/n) leave her and Tommy's home? Did he now know where she lived?
I want Tommy. Why didn't I let him give me a lift to the shopping centre? Why didn't I go with him to the bowling alley when he offered?
"Move."
It was the only thing (Y/n) could get herself to say without bursting into tears or standing there sobbing. She needed him to get out the way of the exit. She needed Jordan to move so she could carry on and go find Maddie. (Y/n) needed to grab her phone so she could call Tommy and tell him who she'd seen.
He didn't say anything. He just stared at her as if he thought she was a figment of his imagination. As if he thought looking away from her for more than a second would make (Y/n) vanish from his sight.
When he didn't respond or move from her path, (Y/n) tried to push forward on legs that had since turned to jelly. She thrust her arms out in front of her and tried to shove him to get past, but it didn't work. Her body turned to stone and she tensed up when cold, calloused fingers curled around her neck and the base of his hand pressed down into her jugular.
More tears welled up and dribbled down (Y/n)'s cheeks as her body was forced backwards until she was slammed into the wall that cut through her shoulders and sent twinges down her spine.
"You're not going anywhere."
That voice sent shivers down her spine. It was a shrill, gritty tone of voice that (Y/n) had done her best to forget. It was a voice that she no longer heard in the dead of night. His face no longer haunted her nightmares. His figure was nothing but a dark shadow with a blank face. That was how good (Y/n) was doing in her recovery away from Jordan.
Her right arm bashed down against Jordan's elbow to try and make his arm give way. She needed him to get go. She couldn't breathe. She was going to faint and if that happened she wouldn't be able to stop him from doing whatever he liked to hurt her.
Her knee rammed up into his crotch and she slapped him across the face, making sure to drag her nails across his cheek to add pain to the injury.
He let go. But not for long.
Breathless words tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips as she tried to scramble back towards the end of the alley.
Another scream belted past her lips when Jordan's fingers tangled in her hair this time. He wrenched her back with so much force she was sure he had pulled a few clumps of hair loose. (Y/n) had lost enough hair over the years from him dragging her around like a ragdoll. She couldn't let him do this to her again.
Everything started to spin and her breath got caught in her throat when Jordan roughly slammed her head into the wall. She felt her head splitting apart like a coconut. Blood steadily poured down the right side of her temple and she snapped her eyes closed so none got into her eyes and made her cry tears of blood.
Her knees caved in and she slumped down. She tried to recalibrate her body, get her lungs working, make her ears work, stop the trembles rattling through her. But she could barely breathe. Tears and blood poured down her face and horrid gasps clawed past her lips as she pinned her arms over her face for protection. Her fingers dug into the back of her head. She couldn't take another blunt force to the head. He would knock her out if he did that, God only knew what Jordan would do then.
"Where's that fella of yours? The pilot?"
The words dripped into her ear like poison and had (Y/n) shivering with her knees trembling and scraping against the concrete floor. She was just starting to forget what his voice sounded like. His face had faded to a fuzzy, blurred image in her brain.
Why did he have to find her now?
"Get a-away from me!" (Y/n) spat in Jordan's direction, but she could barely keep her eyes in focus.
"No." He sneered back with a smile that resembled something out of Hell.
His hand tried to fist in (Y/n)'s hair again but she slapped him across the face. She didn't want his touch or his presence or his horrid words. She wanted him gone. She wanted Tommy. She needed him.
(Y/n) kept her arms over her head and tried to move forward. She tried to push up onto her feet but she cried out when Jordan's hand curled around her left wrist.
"You fucking married him?!"
Oh dear. He'd seen her engagement and wedding rings on her finger. After all those times he told (Y/n) she would never find someone to put up with her. After telling her no one would love her, no one would deal with her antics or her anxiety and paranoia. After telling her 'that pilot' would soon leave her.
She had found someone who loved her to the end of the Earth, someone who would never hurt her in the ways Jordan had. (Y/n) just wanted to move forward in her life with Tommy. They were together, they were married and as happy as they'd ever been and they were going to start a family.
Jordan had no place and no right to walk back into (Y/n)'s life and try to hurt her like this.
(Y/n) screamed and wrenched her arms away from Jordan when he tried to prize the rings off her fingers. It was a good job she never took the rings off and they were a perfect fit. They wouldn't come off without a fight and (Y/n) pulled her hands down to her chest before Jordan could take them from her.
"You married that bastard! You left me for him?!"
When she tried to get up, he tackled her back down. He roared like an animal enraged and when (Y/n) fell onto her back, she screamed like a banshee.
Fat tears rolled down her face and she gurgled through choked screams when Jordan slammed his foot into her side.
He's broken her ribs. She just knew from the sickening crack that broke through the air that he'd broken at least one or two of her ribs on her left side. He reared back like he was about to do it again and (Y/n) flailed her arm out behind her. She had to move before he shattered every bone in her body.
Her fingers nudged against something.
She wasn't sure what it was, but she grabbed it and before Jordan could move, (Y/n) slammed whatever it was against the back of his knee to jolt his system.
It was a rock.
When Jordan yelled profanities and stumbled down to his knees, (Y/n) reared her arm out and whacked the rock against the side of Jordan's temple. It collared him with such force that he slumped down to the floor immediately. The slow rise and fall of his chest told (Y/n) she hadn't killed him.
Kill him. Hit him again. Do it!
She couldn't. (Y/n) couldn't do it. She couldn't face the torment and the horror that would follow if she hit him again and again and killed him. (Y/n) couldn't take that risk no matter how much pent up rage, terror and aggression she had dwelling in the pit of her chest. He wasn't worth it.
She didn't have time to waste. She couldn't lay there in agony or try to catch her breath and compose herself. She rolled onto her right side and used her hands to push up from the floor.
Blundering cries past through her wet lips as she stumbled onto shaking legs and looked around. Her phone was at the end of the alley where she dropped it when Jordan grabbed her. God, she prayed it was still functional. How could (Y/n) wander through the streets looking like this and try to find someone willing to call 911 for her?
She didn't want anyone's help but her husband.
When she found her phone, (Y/n) crawled back to the end of the alley, staying just out of sight of the road that was practically deserted anyway.
It was working. Relief coursed through (Y/n) when she noticed her screen was broken but her phone was still functional. She didn't waste any time. Her thumb pressed down on Tommy's photo at the bottom of the screen and watched it light up with his picture.
It was a picture of him in his navy blue work jumpsuit and a pair of dark tinted sunglasses on his nose. He had a beaming smile, one arched brow and his name in her contacts was saved as 'Hot Pilot' which flashed across the top of the screen.
"Hey babe, how's it going? Did I make you late to meet Maddie?" There was something playful in Tommy's voice that sent (Y/n)'s heart rocketing up into her throat.
She swallowed down a cry at the sound of his voice and tried to control herself, but it didn't work well.
"Help… help me,"
"Baby where are you? What's going on?"
(Y/n) took a look around. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know which alley she was sitting in or the name of the street she was near. (Y/n) knew the roads and the paths to get to and from home and to the shopping centre. But she didn't take much notice of street names.
"I- I don't… Tommy please c-come get me," A sob broke off at the end of her words and (Y/n) pressed her hand to her mouth to try and smother the sound. She didn't want to draw attention to herself and have strangers approach her or have Jordan wake up and try for round two of beating her up.
"Okay, okay just calm down baby girl, alright?" There was a pause which made (Y/n)'s breath hitch before his voice flooded her ears again. "Your phone is near Brent street, near the shopping centre, is that where you are baby?"
"Hm." He must have looked on her GPS. (Y/n) always left it on so he could help her if she got lost or if he wanted to find out how long she would be if they were meeting up.
"Can you tell me what's happened?" Tommy was moving already. He was rummaging around in his pockets to find his keys while he grabbed Eddie's arm and gave him a sharp tug away from the bowling lane. It was far too crowded in here for Tommy to concentrate on his wife's voice but he couldn't go and get her alone. Not when he didn't know what situation she was in.
"Jordan, he hurt me… baby please, please g-get me-"
"I'm on my way, okay? I'll be five minutes and I'll be there you just stay right where you are and wait for me, baby. I'm coming."
***
As soon as he pulled the car over on the curb, Tommy hastily switched the engine off and bolted from the driver's seat. He didn't spare Eddie or Evan one glance as they both scrambled to get out and find out what was going on.
Tommy set off into a sprint, shoving his phone and keys back in his pocket. He had followed the GPS on his phone and he could already see (Y/n).
There was his wife, curled up on the floor. That was his girl sat sobbing against the wall, both arms deadlocked around her chest as she shook back and forth like she was trying to calm herself down but it wasn't working.
"Baby, baby it's me. Oh God, come here."
He slammed down on his knees at the end of the alley and reached his hands out for her. He cupped her face in his hands and tilted her head up off the wall so he could see the damage.
His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth and his whole body began to shake.
What had happened to her?
Blood was caked onto a very extensive cut on the right side of her temple. It was dried down her face making a trail all the way down her chin and along her neck. She was going to need stitches in her temple from this and her forehead was already beginning to swell up.
A bubbling cry errupted past (Y/n)'s lips when she realised who it was knelt down in front of her. She leaned forward and slumped her head against Tommy's shoulder, breathing in his scent as her nose brushed against his plain grey shirt that looked two sizes too small for his tense arms.
She whimpered into his shirt, sniffing and gasping as she leaned forward onto him. She felt his arm around her waist and his other hand gently cupped the back of her neck with his fingers tangling in her hair.
"I'm here, I'm here." He kissed the top of her head and took a moment to catch his breath back. "Baby, baby girl what happened?" Tommy leaned back on his heels that dug into the back of his thighs and he went back to cupping (Y/n)'s face in his hands so he could look at her.
"J-Jordan… he attacked me."
(Y/n) began to whimper and hyperventilate when she watched the way Tommy's expression changed in front of her. His chest tensed and puffed out, his shoulders squared up and a violent fire started to blaze within his eyes. If she weren't in front of him right now she was sure he would of combusted.
"What did he do?" Tommy almost dreaded to ask. He wasn't sure if he really wanted the answer to that or not.
But he felt Eddie and Evan leaning over as they stood behind him, trying to assess (Y/n) and see if they could do anything to help her.
"Slammed m-my head into the wall… kicked me," (Y/n) moved her hands down to rest on Tommy's thighs while she looked down to the left side of her chest, silently telling him where the pain was coming from.
She stayed silent and bit down on her lip while Tommy looked at the cut on her head first before he reached out for her chest. His large hands were surprisingly gentle when he started to push down on her chest and feel each rib on the left side. He rubbed his index and middle finger over two of (Y/n)'s ribs and felt the way her chest was starting to swell just a little.
"They're broken… oh sweetheart."
Tommy moved his hands to hold (Y/n)'s waist while Eddie crouched down beside him and held his hands out towards (Y/n). She shakily placed her hands in his and let them both help her up onto unsteady feet that just wanted to buckle and cave in beneath her.
She had been sat waiting for long enough; help was here now and they had to look after her.
Her head was pounding and splitting at the seams, her chest felt like a balloon and everything combined together was utter agony personified. She wanted to rewind time and go back two hours before she and Tommy left home. She wanted to stay home with him and call off their plans and spend all afternoon in his arms so none of this would ever happen.
When (Y/n) leaned forward and burrowed her face into Tommy's shoulder, he cradled the back of her neck and wound his other arm around her waist. He held her into his chest and smothered his lips against the top of her head.
He turned, just about to move (Y/n) to try and get them all in the car, but he stopped when he looked over at Evan.
He was leaning at an angle, staring down into the alley with furrowed brows and a tense expression that put Tommy on edge.
"Uh, is Jordan about six foot… lanky with very short hair?"
"Yeah…"
"He's still here… she knocked him out. Eddie call an ambulance-"
Evan was sure he heard the word 'no' pass through Tommy's lips before the pilot was off. He let Eddie reach out and take hold of (Y/n) so she didn't collapse before Tommy stormed down the alley.
They felt torn. They were first responders, they had a duty of care to everyone. No matter who they were or what they had done, Eddie and Evan were responders and they had to help people. They needed to call an ambulance down here to get Jordan and then they could get the police to arrest him for what he had done to (Y/n). And they needed to get (Y/n) down to the emergency room to get her sorted out.
They had to give Jordan the bare minimum here. They had to assess him and see whether he needed a trip to the hospital or a ride in the police car. He was going to get arrested either way, whether that was now or later at the hospital. He wasn't getting away with this.
Eddie sidestepped and eased (Y/n) a few feet away from the alley where a fight was going to break out. He moved her towards the car and ran his hand up and down her back as she coiled her arms around her waist and started to shake. She was the priority here.
Something sparked in Tommy's chest when he thundered down the alley and realised that Jordan was starting to wake up. He was just in time to have some fun. This would have been disappointing and defeating if Jordan stayed unconscious. But now he was awake, Tommy could render him useless and make sure he listened and understood what he was going to get told.
Jordan barely had chance to lift his bloodied, dizzy head from the floor before Tommy was hovering over him like an omen of death.
He latched his hands around Jordan's collar, taking a moment to notice the rock laid next to his head. (Y/n) had smashed him over the head with a rock. That was how badly she had to subdue him to get away from him.
He wrenched Jordan up from the floor and threw him against the nearest wall, pinning him there with an arm across his neck and a hand gripping his chin. His tight grip on Jordan's jaw had the shorter man groaning and Tommy slammed his head back into the wall to get his attention.
"You were told to stay away from (Y/n). Why didn't you just listen, hm? Why would it be so hard for you to just leave her alone?"
He could see Evan approaching from the corner of his eye and before Evan could grab him, Tommy curled his hand into a fist and brought his knuckles down into Jordan's nose. A successful snap echoed off the bricks and a tortured howl sounded like music to Tommy's ears while he watched the blood pour down Jordan's face.
"Tommy that's enough."
They couldn't let him do this. If anyone walked past and realised what was going on they would call the police. Eddie or Evan would have to call an ambulance, even if they all made the call and then left Jordan here to fend for himself. They had to do something and Tommy doing this wasn't going to help the situation.
They couldn't let Tommy attack Jordan to the point of getting arrested. It would go on his record, he would have to have a record of conversation at work and it would be on his work file.
It wasn't worth the hassle. He had to think of (Y/n) and go and look after her.
"Think of (Y/n)."
He was about to move. The thought of his wife brought something across Tommy's mind and he considered what he was doing. He could leave this and let the police deal with Jordan. He could find Jordan in the hospital later and unleash havoc on him then, damn the consequences.
But when he heard "She deserved it." Pass through Jordan's lips, something in Tommy's mind flipped.
His fingers curled around the side of Jordan's head and as quick as anything, he slammed Jordan's head into the wall. Worsening the cut to his temple that started to gush blood down the side of his face and trickle through his short, bleached blond strands.
"Tommy- Tommy don't! Stop!" Evan curled his hands around Tommy's bicep and tried to yank him backwards, but his friend was surprisingly strong. Once Tommy's body was locked in place, he was as unmoveable as a mountain.
His knee slammed into Jordan's groin and he pummelled his fist into the side of Jordan's chest, enough to wind him and make a crack echo off the walls.
"He's not worth it-"'
"He hurt her. He's paying for it." His chest heaved and he spat the words at the shorter man in front of him who he wished he could kill right here on the spot.
A shiver tore down Evan's spine and he weaved his way in between the pair of them. Noticing how Jordan slid down the wall with a crackling moan, holding both arms to his chest that was now fractured. Evan held his arms out in front of him to try and keep Tommy at bay.
The pilot had his hands curled into fists at his sides, his nostrils flaring as he tried to recapture his breath back. His shoulders were hunched up and his chest was puffed out like he could barely breathe, muscles straining against his thin shirt.
Evan winced and pressed his hands into Tommy's chest, but he couldn't stop the pilot from smashing the heel of his boot into Jordan's knee. The action made his leg bend at an odd angle and a sinister howl vibrated off the bricks and made Evan's stomach churn.
He tried to keep hold of Tommy, moving with him as Tommy leaned around Evan to look down at Jordan.
The smile on Tommy's face was ungodly when he noticed Jordan was crying.
"You wanna know what pain feels like? I'll do some damage. You're not walking away from me without some lasting damage." When his words momentarily made Evan pause, Tommy gave Evan a shove to one side. "Move."
He brought his boot down on the centre of Jordan's chest, watching with glee as he cried out. His arms coiled into his chest, his knees pulled up to his stomach and he began to cough until he was barely breathing at all. Coughs spluttered past his lips and he wheezed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but he didn't quite pass out.
"You think (Y/n)'s gonna be happy if you kill him?" Evan pushed all his weight into his arms and gave Tommy a shove backwards.
"Then he can't hurt her; I'll be happy-"
"And she'll have to visit you in prison. No. We're not doing that so move! Tommy- for fuck's sake you're gonna kill him!" The words roared past Evan's lips and he gave Tommy another jolt until Tommy stumbled to the side.
"If you two don't get in the fucking car I'm taking (Y/n) to hospital on my own!" Eddie yelled down the alley with furrowed brows and tension clearly written across his face.
He had gotten (Y/n) into the car and if Tommy continued to beat Jordan to a pulp, Eddie would drive (Y/n) away without him. Then Tommy would be in dead lumber because they all knew (Y/n) would scream if she was taken anywhere without Tommy.
If he wanted his wife to remain calm and not scream until she passed out, Tommy had to leave. Now.
Tommy shrugged out of Evan's hold and headed back down the alley, hearing a quiet "Thank Fuck for that." before he heard Evan rummage around in his pocket. He was going to call an ambulance for Jordan and tell dispatch that they were going to take someone else to the hospital.
Jordan would be waiting in agony in the alley for the first responders, he was in no fit state to walk.
Tommy had broken his nose, his ribs and possibly dislocated his knee too. There was no way Jordan was leaving this alley unattended, he would wait for help to arrive and by the time it did, the police would be here to arrest him.
Rummaging around in his back pocket, Tommy fished his keys out and tossed them at Eddie.
"Can you drive?"
Eddie wordlessly nodded and moved to hop in the driver's seat while Evan bolted to get in the front. He wanted to get away from here as quickly as possible before someone realised what was going on and got them all arrested.
Tommy smeared the blood on his knuckles along his jeans before he climbed in the back.
His arms opened up and (Y/n) immediately leaned over and shuffled into his embrace. Her face tucked into his chest and her fingers fisted in his shirt so tightly she was about to rip through the seams. He could feel her shaking. He could feel her tears soaking into his chest. He could feel the blood caking across his shoulder from the wound on her temple that was still trickling blood.
He cupped the side of her face, smoothing his thumb against her cheekbone while his lips smothered the top of her head and he held her close. His left hand smoothed up and down her back as Eddie pulled off the curb and drove as fast as he could to get them to the emergency room.
He leaned back a little when he felt (Y/n)'s trembling hand curl around his wrist. She pulled his hand down so she could see why he kept flexing his fingers. His knuckles were bruised and bloodied.
"What did you do?" She murmured softly into his chest and her tone told him she wasn't unhappy. She knew what he had done and why and (Y/n) couldn't have felt more protected.
"Gave him what he deserved." His tone was soft and his lips went straight back to pressing against the top of (Y/n)'s head, tucked against her hair.
"Thank you."
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Yoongi quietly let himself in the front door, a sigh of relief slipping out involuntarily as the familiar
scents and sounds of your home filled his senses. Your favorite scented candle, the faint hum of
the washing machine down the hall, Holly’s tiny snores from his napping spot on the couch.
Tiredly making his way through the house, he finally felt himself relax as he found you in the
kitchen, coming up behind you as you were washing ingredients for dinner and wrapping his
arms around your waist tightly, tucking his face into the juncture between your neck and
shoulder.
“Hi.” He mumbled.
“Hey.” You giggled, turning enough to connect your lips to his in greeting, grinning at his tired
expression. “Long day?”
“Mhm.” He hummed, rubbing face against the material of your shirt. “How was your day?”
“Pretty good, I went with Jin to help him pick out some new things for his place.” You said,
missing the way Yoongi’s body tensed ever so faintly against yours, his mouth twitching down
into a grimace.
Jin was an old friend of yours from school, whom he’d met once or twice over the years and
who seemed like a really nice guy, but since he had moved in next door to the two of you,
Yoongi had found himself disliking him more and more.
There was nothing wrong with him really, he was polite, funny, charming, you loved spending
time with him.
Actually, that was what was wrong with him.
Yoongi had never really been the clingy type or easily jealous, it was something he had rather
prided himself in, knowing that the two of you had complete faith and trust in each other. Which
is why you hanging out with your old friend shouldn’t have bothered him so much, and originally
it didn’t.
But then one afternoon had turned into another, and another.
Yoongi knew deep down that there was nothing to worry about, you and Jin were just friends,
but he couldn’t help his growing sense of unease. It was starting to feel like you were spending
more time with Jin than with your own husband.
As if to prove his point, your phone suddenly pinged next to you on the counter, the screen
lighting up to show a text from Jin, followed by another, and then another.
Thanks again for today
I had a lot of fun
Yk I’d have been lost without you, lol💙
It was an insignificant little thing, but that little emoji caused something inside of Yoongi to snap.
Before you could even glance at your phone, Yoongi had spun you around, pinning you between
him and the sink, his hands tightly gripping your waist.
He crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your muffled whimper of surprise. Immediately his
hand came to wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer.
You pushed back, gasping for breath. "Babe, what-”
"Come. Here." Yoongi's eyes bore into yours, almost black with lust, silencing any argument
from you.
You went lax in his hold, allowing him to close the gap between you again, kissing you with all
the passion he could muster.
He nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue
into your mouth, letting out a huff of satisfaction as he tasted you, tangling his tongue with yours.
As he roughly kneaded the soft flesh of your hip with one hand, the other slid from the back of
your neck around to rest against your throat, squeezing just enough to make you let out a
whimper, the sound muffled by his mouth still firmly glued to yours.
Yoongi pushed you up onto the counter, your legs spreading enough for him to slot between, his
mouth only leaving yours to continue his assault on your neck, licking and sucking at the
sensitive skin and making you mewl as he ground his hardening length against your clothed
core.
"I thought- thought you were tired?" You panted, struggling to catch your breath.
"Don’t care, need you." He groaned, sucking harshly on the spot below your ear that made your
mind go hazy.
As his hands began to fumble with your shirt, your phone rang beside you on the counter, Jin’s
name illuminated on the screen, making Yoongi’s blood boil.
Before you could ever process what was happening, Yoongi had grabbed the phone and
accepted the call.
“We’re fucking busy right now.” He growled, hanging up and slamming the phone down on the
counter again.
“Y-Yoongi, what the-” Your words were cut off by his mouth on yours again.
“I’ll make you forget his fucking name.” He swore, dropping to his knees in front of you.
He shoved your skirt up, yanking your underwear to the side before diving straight into your
dripping cunt.
He groaned at how soaked you already were for him, dragging his tongue between your folds
up to your clit to collect your arousal, his motions rapidly becoming hungrier, greedier, lapping
you up like a man starved
"F-fuck, Yoongi!" You moaned out, the onslaught of sensations too much for your mind to keep
up with.
You laced your fingers through his dark hair as you began to buck your hips against his skilled
tongue, your motions becoming synchronized.
Yoongi steadied himself by grabbing onto your thighs, letting you grind on him, use him for your
pleasure.
You looked down to see his eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration as he worked his
mouth against you, the sight enough to cause the tension deep inside you to wind painfully tight,
threatening to snap.
“Y-yoongi,” You gasped, your vision blurring at the edges. I’m-”
"Cum for me, Baby. Let go."
Like a command whispered into your bones, you unraveled almost
instantly. Yoongi pressed his face closer onto you, letting you ride out your orgasm on his
tongue until you slumped back, exhausted.
You’d barely come down when he was standing and pulling you down from the counter.
“Bedroom, now.” He growled, the way he looked at you setting your skin on fire.
He wrapped his arms around you, propelling you towards the bedroom, his lips never straying
from your skin for more than a moment.
Once in the bedroom, he pushed you down onto the bed, climbing over you and connecting his
mouth with yours again.
Pulling away to roughly remove both of your clothes, Yoongi’s eyes never left you, his gaze
hypnotic like a predator with its prey, wanting to tear you apart and consume you entirely,
causing you to squirm beneath him.
Now laid bare before him, Yoongi claimed his place between your legs, squeezing the soft flesh
of your thighs as he did so.
"So pretty, and all mine.” He hummed, spreading your legs even further apart. “Mine. Isn’t that
right?"
"Yours, only yours, Yoongi." You agreed, your head still spinning from your last high. “Please.”
He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, but didn’t push in yet, choosing instead to
tease you by just tapping it against you, making you twitch in need. "Tell me you want it, Baby,
wanna hear you say it."
"Please, Yoongi. Fuck me, please. Need to feel you." You begged.
He’d always been so good at this, making you desperate for him, your pleas sending blood
rushing straight to his cock.
"Good girl." He pressed into you with the last word, causing you to let out a borderline
pornographic moan, eyes rolling bad in your head.
He quickly set a brutal pace, pounding into you relentlessly as he gripped your waist, your body
jolting with every thrust, your hands clutching at his forearms for stability.
"Tell me you're mine." He panted out.
"I'm yours, Yoongi, all yours." You gasped out, you pussy clenching around him as you spoke,
making him almost dizzy with need.
“Who’s making you feel this good? Who’s the only one that makes you like this?” He huffed.
But the way he was pounding into you was causing your mind to drift away, floating somewhere
in the stratosphere until he brought you back down to earth and him with a firm slap to your ass.
“Say it!” He demanded.
“Yoongi!” You cried out, the sharp sting of pain blending with pleasure bringing tears to your
eyes.
“Say it again!”
“Y-yoongi!” You sobbed.
He picked up his pace, well aware that the bedroom windows were open, but he couldn't care
less. He needed to hear your pretty moans as you begged for him, he needed the world to hear
it.
"Mine. My baby.” He groaned. “Fuck, ought to cum in you, get you pregnant, make sure
everybody knows you’re mine.”
You broke at his words, shaking in his vice-like hold as your second orgasm crashed over you.
Feeling you come undone, squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t breathe, sent him over the
edge, his hips losing their rhythm as he collapsed on top of you, spilling deep inside your
twitching heat.
Silence fell over the room, broken only by you and Yoongi’s shaky breaths as you tried to collect
yourselves.
“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, his softening length still nested inside of you, gently stroking
your hair. All of the earlier roughness and aggression was nowhere to be seen as he looked
down at you softly, almost apprehensive.
“Yeah, are you?” You asked, voice now slightly hoarse.
“Mhm,” He nodded, tracing his fingers over the curve of your shoulder.
He carefully moved off of you, moving to lay next to you before pulling you gently to his chest.
You waited a few moments before asking. “You wanna tell me what brought all that on?”
He let out a breath. “It’s dumb.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” You said, giving him a look as you waited for him to explain.
“It’s just-” He sighed. “You and Jin.”
You frowned. “What about me and Jin?”
“Nothing, you’ve just… You’ve been spending a lot of time together lately. And he’s nice and all,
but… it’s just, you spent all day with him, and then he keeps fucking texting you.” He brought an
arm up to cover his eyes as irritation began to bubble up in his stomach at the memory. “I don’t
know.”
“I didn’t know it bothered you that much.” You said quietly.
“It doesn’t,” He said, too quickly. “At least, not usually. I just...”
You sat up, turning to look at him properly.
“Yoongi, look at me,” You said softly. “Please?”
He let his arm fall away from his face, cautiously meeting your gaze.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel jealous. I like spending time with Jin, but my friendship
with him could never even remotely compare to how much I love you.” You said, caressing his
face. “You’re all I want forever.”
His heart stuttered as you leaned closer, pressing the softest of kisses to his swollen, love
bruised lips.
It was almost funny, after everything that transpired in the past hour, the simple act of you
kissing him was what made him feel the most unsteady.
You were his world, he couldn't imagine his life without you, or rather didn’t want to. He knew
what it looked like, flat, bleak, nothingness.
You were what made life livable for him. Without you, it would just be surviving, and he’d had
enough of that before the two of you met.
Drawing you back down to him, all his earlier insecurities faded out like a distant memory. The
reassuring feeling of holding you in his arms, you sighing contentedly against his chest, was
everything he needed and more.
“I love you.” He said, almost too quiet to hear.
“I love you too.” Your sleepy reply was the last thing he heard before he drifted off.
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18+ ADULT CONTENT AHEAD YOU ARE WARNED
Toji and you went out shopping, not for something extraordinary but something basic. Toji, unfortunately, was the reason why the family is broke again. He had squandered all his money on the recent horse race, despite your warnings about his gambling addiction.
Even though you were working, your monthly salary was barely enough to sustain both of you and his son, Megumi, from his previous marriage.
"Daddy! I-I want this! Please buy it for me, pleaaase!" Megumi pleaded, envious of his friends who were getting the newest and latest gadgets. "I get laughed at whenever I take out my Samsung Galaxy S4..." he confessed, tears welling up in his eyes. You hated to see your stepson ridiculed by his friends, but with Toji's reckless gambling habits, you often found yourself in a tough spot.
"BABY! We hit the jackpot today! I won 320,000 yen! I'm aiming to get 500,000 yen on the next race, trust me!" Toji exclaimed excitedly, only to waste all the money on another failed bet.
"Are you sure this will work?" you raised an eyebrow at Toji. He claimed that OnlyFans or selling videos of the both of you having sex would make you guys rich in an instant.
Toji just finished setting up the webcam on the laptop that both of you have bought with the money you were saving for rainy days.
"I'm hot, you're hot. Why wouldn't it work?" he has no other options other than to sell his body online- and yours as well. You bit your lip, regretting about agreeing with his idea. It all sounded easy to you at first, just have sex with a camera pointed at the both of you but now that you think about it. What if Megumi or any of his friends find it? Wouldn't that ruin his life? Who would take the both of you guys seriously anymore?
Toji said that you guys would not need to pay for certain things as well, saying that brands would be willing to sponsor the both of you for wearing or using their clothing or equipment in the videos. At that time, Megumi was on a school trip which leaves the both of you alone at home.
You were awkward, of course and Toji knew that. He snaked his muscular arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him. It’s been a long time since the both of you had time for yourselves, dealing with Megumi and well, money problems.
As you were unaware, Toji already was recording on the camera but he still acted as if he wasn’t. Without your knowledge, he’s getting your raw reactions to his touches.
“Hmm, mama…” he murmured into your ear sensually with his hand slithering through your shirt’s buttons, plucking each of them off. If you weren’t wet before, you were wet in an instant then. He’s your weakness and knows how to get you crawling onto him.
You were very verbal, moaning and sliding off your skirt and panties making things easier for Toji. His lips were already on your left nipple, sucking and lapping like an animal. The noises that he made while abusing your nipples could already bring you to an overdrive, not to mention the sounds coming out from your own throat.
“Toj-Daddy…have you pressed record yet?” you asked him breathlessly. Honestly at this point you didn’t really care because you married a sex Adonis. Toji shook his head, lying to you because he knows that you would be self-conscious if the camera was on.
“Princess, let’s just have some off-camera fun for now hmm? So that when we shoot everything will just come natural?”
He was so believable.
The way your fingers curled around his biceps, gripping them firmly as if they were the only anchor in a stormy sea. His hands explored your body freely, as if it was your honeymoon night when it was the first time you saw each other’s bodies.
Who am I kidding? Toji wouldn’t wait for marriage.
It was an intense make out session, with moans of “never gonna get bored of this” and “just fuck me already”. Toji and you were breathless with your hearts pounding with desire. Communicating with bodily actions would be ideal for someone like Toji.
His big hands groped big fleshy parts of you, moulding them in his hands making you moan in pleasure. You didn’t like it when it was soft after experiencing how pleasurable it was to be manhandled.
“Lil’ mama, take me in. Show me how much you love my cock,” he slaps his big fat cock against your cheeks, making you lose your balance despite already kneeling. You weren’t able to say anything. Opening your mouth slowly easing him in, he thought of something else he wanted to do to you.
As his hands freely roamed across your body, pinching and slapping them earning moans from you. Toji eagerly slid his fingers down your abdomen and started to trace small circles around your wet dripping hole. He searched for your sensitive weak spot. After finding it, he teased you, circling and flicking with his thick fingers. Your wetness was already making everything easier for him.
Toji was quick. Before long, you realised you were in a 69 position with him. You could feel him smirking on your pussy, teasing and licking with his fat tongue. His spare hands would trail up your leg, opening your core up for him. It wasn’t easy for you to keep quiet at this point while he was circling your bud with his skilful tongue before finally plunging it deep inside.
“AH! DADDY!” you screamed, accidentally letting his cock out of your mouth. He growled, not pleased by not being in your mouth. With a jerk his cock opened your mouth again.
“My cock will be buried here until I say I so. You want to be punished, bitch?” He grabbed a handful of hair from your head, tugging it, making you squirm.
With your tongue swirling around the head in a tantalising manner while massaging his balls Toji let out a long, deep moan.
“Slowly, bitch…that’s it baby,” he murmured hoarsely. “Don’t fuck with me, you bitch. I’ll punish you for that later,” he threatened you, grasping the back if your head tightly.
“Take all of me, you fucking slut. You like being treated like this, don’t you?” he bucked his hips more towards you, hands wrapped around your throat.
Groaning loudly, Toji pushed once again, driving himself deeper into your poor throat as he reached his climax. With each movement of your head, he lost control of himself. It was all raw and primal. His sheer strength overpowering your body into a puddle.
With his hands tied up in your hair, he releases himself. Hot white streaks of excessive cum painted your face. A glare from Toji made you lick up every excessive drop.
“Daddy…how are we going to shoot now? I think I drank up all your cum…” you innocently said while wiping your face clean, not noticing Toji smirking while checking out the footage that he recorded.
The both of you would be swimming in money soon.
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would you do r for wonwoo?
plsss the mess we love it
It's been quite some time you and wonwoo are together, and you've been postponing this conversation, you don't even know why. you get chills on your stomach and nervous all around.
there you are again, lips pressed together, you both naked in each others bodies. his hands sneaking down, cupping your center as you whine in his kisses. he spreads your folder, you getting wetter each stroke as your lips disconnect so you can catch some air.
"fuck me, please, wonwoo!" you plea, your pussy clenching asking for him.
"shit, baby, i will" he groans "give me a sec, let me get a condom on the bedroom" he states, his lips meeting yours for a moment before everything is gone and he's about to head out
but you whine and cry out, everything on your body asking for him back "no, no, dont leave" you say, gripping him closer, your hips bulking to his as he grunts feeling you bare on him.
"babe, i dont have a condom in here" he calmly say, trying to compose himself. his palm going for your waist as he tries to keep you in place.
"we dont need them" you finally shoots "just fuck me, please, i need you" you roll your hips this time to make your point. his cock head on your clit as you work it.
"ooh fuck" he moans, his eyes going shut and chest heaving "ar- are you sure?"
"yes" you say "are you?"
he grunts again, pushing one of your legs up, handing his base, aligning with your entrance "been dreaming about it for so long, just afraid is going to be hard getting back to condoms"
he slowly starts thrusting, the bare skin making the contact so much better, your wetness hugging his length, you clenching like you're in the middle of it but not yet. he bottoms out and start fucking you, its slow in the beginning but have you two close in no time.
"it fee-els so g- good" you say, moaning as he picks up the pace, your eyes closing and head throwing back. your titties boucing each pound.
he feels like cumming too so he slips out fast, hugging your waist and pulling you over. the side of your face and chest meeting the cold wall, him pushing your ass up before sliding in again and waiting no time in fucking you again
the new position making you a moaning mess. he gets closer, his breath fanning your shoulders
"you gonna cum for me already, aren't you?" he whispers "so close, does my bare cock excited you, hm?" he provokes and you clench.
a few thrusts later and you're cumming, he moans, felling your walls tightening on him as he pushes himself to ride out your high. once you're coming down, he slips out, his cum spreading on your ass check and low back as he stroke his length to prolong it.
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What Picture Of You The Baki Men Choose As Their Phone Background, Pt. 1 <3
Reader X Baki, Retsu, and Katsumi
I saw this prompt for some other fandoms and thought it was absolutely adorable, so here are some silly little sweet headcanons for your reading pleasure!
Thank you and I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Mostly fluff, some mentions of suggestive themes and spicy texts, but other than that it’s rather mild. Also, it’s pretty lightly edited. No gendered words, but leans towards a female reader.
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Baki Hanma 📱
Lock Screen- A cute picture of the two of you from one of your first official dates. It was at an amusement park and some of the park employees were greeting oncoming guests dressed up as mascots, milling around the front of the park posing with and taking pictures with the newcomers. At the time you were rather embarrassed, the characters mostly flocked to the children that were entering the park, but since there were no children in your party they all buzzed around you instead. The huge, florescent pink cat-suited individual that danced around you commented on what a lovely couple you were, urging you and Baki to form a heart with your hands as they posed energetically behind you, their cohort (an equally bright blue dog) snapping a quick picture of the three of you with Baki’s phone. Though the photo was rushed and a little blurry, you are all smiles in the shot, both yourself and Baki looking both bashful and genuinely happy. The love radiating through that image alone warms his heart each time he glances at it, and it warmed yours in turn to know he cherished the memory as much as you did, going so far as to set it as his lock screen so that he could be reminded of it each time he checked his phone.
Home Screen- A candid picture of yourself on another one of your dates, taken quite some time after the amusement park picture was taken. The newbie awkwardness in your relationship had greatly diminished at this point, a peaceful sort of comfort and familiarity now reigning supreme in your romance. Years of being with another person does that to you, your new-relationship jitters subsiding as you get to know all about your partner, their best and worst sides. With time all their obnoxious or gross habits have long since been laid bare, but you are still somehow simultaneously finding new things about them that make you love them even more. Your love changes with time, morphing from something fresh and new to something much deeper, more concrete, more real. The picture he displayed on his homes screen was taken on a random day at a random time when nothing in particular was going on. You were simply walking in front of him and stopped for a brief moment to look at something across the way. He wasn’t even sure what it was that caught your attention, didn’t even really care, he was just fully fixated on you and how breathtakingly gorgeous you looked in that average, everyday moment. Before he even realized he was doing it he snapped a pic, and he was very grateful that he did. Each time he stares at his screen his heart races, beating so rapidly it’s as if he was back in the puppy-love stage of the relationship, and he falls for you all over again.
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Retsu Kaioh 📱
Lock Screen- Like Baki, Retsu is rather fond of candid pictures. Something about capturing you spur of the moment in your day to day life really appeals to him, his heart fluttering when he catches glimpses of reminders that you have become a part of his daily routine. He gets to witness you in all states of being, and knowing you are comfortable enough around him to be your most natural, unguarded self, warms his heart like nothing else. You yourself didn’t find anything super special about the picture he took of you at the home and garden store. If anything you felt the image of yourself holding a succulent in a death grip, eying it a little too intensely as you debated whether you wanted to purchase it or not, was embarrassing. Retsu begs to differ, and each time you gripe about it he goes on a mini spiel, explaining to you in a little too much detail just how endearing he finds your ‘suffering an internal crisis as you try to find the perfect plant for the kitchen windowsill’ expression. This never ceases to instantly make your cheeks blush bright red at the impassioned nature of his tone. Still, the fact that he can find such ardent moments of love in the mundane is one of the reasons why you fell for him to begin with. You hope to share many more little adventures with him that yield even more random pictures you can look back on and smile, whether you personally find them flattering or not. As long as they bring Retsu joy, you will find joy in them as well.
Home Screen- If the picture of you at the store made you a little self-conscious, then his home screen was enough to make you want to bury your face and cry. At some point he had snapped an image of you asleep on the couch. This wasn’t some cutesy ‘I just fell asleep and look like a peaceful little angel’ snooze either- you were DEEP in the troughs of a nap, completely dead to the world. Mouth wide open with a rivulet of drool seeping out the side, old shirt rumpled up with your hand rested on your exposed belly, hair an absolute rats nest as it messily framed your head, it was the kind of picture that could easily be used as blackmail. Yet Retsu cherished it, beaming down at it like a parent looking at their child’s straight A report card. While you cringed each time you peered at his phone screen, questioning why in the world he would pick such an unflattering picture of you to stare at each day, it crossed your mind that maybe he set it as a joke, or to poke fun at you. That thought was quickly laid to rest however, as the sheer look of pure love that reflected in his eyes each time he stared at it made you keenly aware that his choice of setting it as his wallpaper was no prank. Somehow he found true beauty in that gross picture of you, and that in and of itself melted your heart a little bit. So it didn’t really matter how much you loathed the picture, after seeing Retsu’s puppy dog eyes as he stared at your passed out visage you decided it was fine to let him keep it as his background in lieu of something a little more complementary (as long as no one else was allowed to use his phone and potentially see it, that is).
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Katsumi Orochi 📱
Lock Screen- He is definitely the type of dude to have some kind of dweeby, professionally done picture of the two of you as his lock screen. You remember thinking he was kidding when he asked you if you were interested in booking a couples photo session, but when you noted the serious look in his eye as he pressed the issue, you knew the offer wasn’t a joke. Though hesitant, you found yourself unable to turn him down, and a few days later you found yourself in a photo studio posing awkwardly while a photographer happily snapped away, complimenting what a cute couple you were as he directed you to pose this way or that. Despite the previous uncertainty and slightly uncomfortable atmosphere, quite a few gems were born from the shoot, and you ended up being very happy to have some beautifully charming shots to look back on. A certain picture stood out from the rest, one grabbed just as some silly, random comment from Katsumi made you both burst into a fit of laughter. With his arms wrapped around you from behind and huge genuine smiles engulfing both your faces, you leaned into one other, reliant on each other’s support lest you collapse to the ground into a pile of giggles. It was such a fun, happy capture that it very easily became your all-time favorite picture of the two of you. So you couldn’t help but smile when you happened to spy his lock screen, finding it ironic that he chose your favorite picture to grace his background, especially when your own lock screen displayed the exact same pic. <3
Home Screen- A spicier selfie you sent him in the past. While there is no nudity in the shot itself, you can pinpoint the precise moment you took the shot, remembering it as one that definitely led to some much more revealing pictures (with provocative text to match). You also remembered being quite proud of the selfie- the seductive smolder in your eye, the way your shirt had slunk down your shoulder, the coy little smile on your face as you bit into your bottom lip, all of it came together for a truly sexy presentation. You weren’t one to often brag about your looks, but that day you worked hard to look hot and it had certainly paid off. That day had also blessed you with good lighting and one of the best hair/makeup days of your life, so to see the image grace his phone screen made butterflies burst in your stomach, a feeling of elation washing over you with the realization that the effort you put in was not in vain. Though it made you blush a little to see that he had made one of the private pictures you sent him his phone background, there was no denying that it pleased you greatly. He was the type of man that earnestly believed that you were the most gorgeous thing on the planet no matter how much or little you were dolled up, but realizing that he took extra notice of when you put in effort to look your best for him, liking it to the point of making it a picture he could stare at all day (while all manner of fantasies were surely buzzing through his brain)…. Well, it certainly set your heart a flutter, for more reason than one.
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How to fuck a rockstar.
My first ever oneshot on tumbler, enjoy my friends.
(A huge, massive, austin's cock size thank u to @austinbutlerslovers that helped with with the english, rewrite, and the smut! I cant thank u enough, u have such a talent and im so thankful for u! Thank u so so so so so so much!)
🔥 How to Fuck a Rockstar 🔥
"Another round?" Austin asked looking across the table with you and Jeff eyeing your glass still full. "No I think I’m good Austin..." you answered flatly.
Austin looked perplexed you hadn’t finished your drink yet but he nodded and kissed your cheek before walking to the bar.
"Have you done it ?"Jeff asked.
"Done what?" You asked pretending to be clueless as you raise your brow at him. “Don’t you dare lie snake." He snaps pointing his finger in your face to threaten you.
"Fine Jeff...I emptied his bag...it wasn’t there, no drugs no money ...it was just filled with some of his clothing and rings. Nothing you asked for." You reply rolling your eyes in annoyance.
Jeff was a cocaine addict and he was forcing you to buy it for him with Austin's hard earned cash, you hated him for it.
Austin was no angel himself, but stealing from him really gutted you. "You didn’t do it did you? Because you’re just a stupid fucking whore clinging onto her rich rocker boyfriend!"Jeff spat before he jumped up from his seat. He stood over you and grabbed you by your arms and violently hurled you to the floor.
You growled angrily once you had fallen, you felt the pain shot of up your knees and palms as your glared up at him. There would definitely be bruises. “How dare you!” You yell as you grab his ankle from your low vantage point. It catches him off guard when you yank with all your might topple him over landing hard on the floor next you.
Once you are both down you glare at each other before you quickly scramble up and run for Austin at the bar. You are stopped mid-way by Jeffs hand gripping into your hair and ripping you back. You yell in pain ” Let go you psycho!” and yank Jeff’s wrist to release your hair.
You both glare at each again “You tell him what you did and your fucking done bitch, he’ll never go for a whore like you and I’ll be sure he knows it!” He hisses. You quickly launch at him pushing his chest with all your force knocking you both to the ground.
You land on top of him with a resounding smack against the hard wood floor. Before you can take a swing someone grabs you around your waist from behind and pulls you off of him.
You struggle to get out of the hold until you look down and recognize the rings on the hands around you belong to Austin.
Once he pulls you up on your feet he quickly turns you to face him. "Woah...hey, hey, hey...what is this about..?" he asks surprised to see his band mate and his girlfriend fighting.
Jeff quickly gets up from the floor glaring at you “Keep her the fuck away from me Austin, she attacked me she’s fucking crazy!” Jeff snarls grimacing as he straightens his shirt and sniffles. He walks back to his seat dropping the incident as if it never happened.
Jeff hated having you around he could never understand what Austin saw in you. Smoking hot face and body sure, but other than that Jeff only saw you as a whiny spoiled groupie brat dragging Austin down.
You were everywhere; at his shows back stage, at his after parties sitting on his lap like a fucking pet. Jeff despised having you around which is why he extorted you and found out your dirty little secret. After asking around he found out for a fact you were a band leader groupie. You had a trail of broken hearts in your wake.
With Austin being the lead singer of a band once you hooked your claws into him Jeff knew he was done for. So he began to use you both; extorting you by threatening to reveal your groupie status so you would take Austin’s money and fuel his cocaine habit.
It was all working perfectly until you grew a conscious. Jeff scoffed as he watched Austin affectionately take your hand and lead you to a secluded booth in the back of the bar.Once seated in the booth you explained to Austin what was going on between you and Jeff. Austin let out a deep sigh as he held the bridge of his nose gathering his thoughts. “So let me get this straight you’re saying Jeff made you steal my money...to buy him drugs?” Austin asks opening his eyes to raise his brows at you.
"Yes! Yes! He’s been doing it for a month now!" You say quickly believing he understands you.
"Do you know how stupid you sound? You could've told me and I would have kicked his fucking teeth in! Also why didn’t you just refuse? You ever heard of the magic word called ‘No'? Do you know how to use that word yet?" He asked sarcastically, but he wasn’t being funny, he was enraged by your actions.
His words sting and you clench your jaw as you look away. "I thought you would understand Austin." You say bitterly as you cross your arms.
"Understand what exactly? That you’re stupid?" He says coldly and you reactively slap him turning his head the with force. His face reddens with the mark of your handprint as his jaw clenches and his nostrils flare looking back at you.
He grabs your hand snatching you up and leading you away from the booth. You slightly drag your heels but he tugs you along with him. “Where are we going! What are you doing Austin?!.” You say panicked “I’m gonna teach you a lesson.“ he snaps as you reach the hall.
Before you have time to protest he pushes you into the men’s bathroom and locks the door. The single closed off stall is empty and as you lunge to escape he grabs both of your wrists pinning them against the wall as you face him. You feel his breath on your skin as his body invades your space.
He stares at you with your faces inches apart his presence overwhelms you, he is taller and stronger but you don’t waver. “You gonna say sorry for that slap?” He says lowly in a growl as his gaze bears down on you.
“Why should I apologize you called me stupid. You’re a prick” you shoot back. His eyes narrow at your defiance. “You steal from me for another man and you don’t ask for my help? That makes you fucking stupid” he days inflicting on the word. “I’m not stupid and I’m not apologizing! You deserved it.” You retort loudly.
His eyes fix on you with unwavering intensity and he seems to see right through you, leaving you feeling exposed and uneasy.
“Your apology is no good now, I want something else to make up for it” He says releasing one hand from your wrist. He brings his hand around your throat and you feel the light pressure of his fingers close around it. You feel even more vulnerable as you stare into his eyes. “You’ve got a real mean temper.” He says lightly squeezing your neck. “and a dirty fucking mouth” he says and presses his lips to yours.His kiss stuns you but with him holding you in place you slowly begin to give in, kissing him in return.
He releases his hold on your wrists and takes your right hand forcing it onto his hardened cock in his jeans. You try to move your hand aways but he holds in firm on him making you squeeze his large bulge as he breaks the kiss. “You feel what you do to me?” He asks forcing your hand to rub his cock up and down.
He looks into your eyes with a menacing stare and pulls closer to your face bringing his lips inches from yours as he speaks.“You like being violent don’t you.” He asks just above a whisper. Your heart rate increases looking into his eyes. “I can handle myself.” Your voice comes out much weaker than you intended because he’s getting into your head.
He looks down at his hand forcing yours to massage his cock before looking back into your eyes. “I want you to behave and keep rubbing my cock because I’m going to teach you a lesson” he says loosening his grip.
Once he frees your hand you glare at him and rub him harder on his jeans. He knows you hate being told what to do so he watches you rub his cock a little longer before he speaks.
“For the trouble you’ve cause you owe me “ he says unbuckling his belt and you stop your hand. “Austin I’m not doing this in the men’s bathroom.” You retort. “ yes you fucking are” he says forcefully flipping you around.
He presses your chest to the wall and holds your wrists together. You struggle to free them but he holds firm. “Sh sh sh don’t fight it you need to know who’s in charge baby.” he scolds as he kicks your feet apart with his boot making you spread your legs.
“Do you feel in control?” He asks as his free hand reaches up under your skirt and his fingers find the hip strap of your thong. “What you going to fuck me into submission?” Ask smartly as you struggle against his grip.
He presses your chest forward and pulls hard and ripping your panties off. The sound of tearing fabric is harsh and loud. “Austin are you serious! Those are the only pair I have to wear tonight!” You hiss.“Such a spoiled thing aren’t you.” He says grinning at your bratty attitude. “I’ll buy you a new pair but in the meantime why don’t you try this on for size.” He remarks and slowly pushes his two long fingers in your pussy thrusting them in and out.
It feels so pleasurable but you don’t let him know it you huff angrily as he fingers you until your body betrays you. "Fight me all you want you’re getting so fucking wet babe you like it.” he says smiling.
You wish you could wipe that smug look right off his face until he removes his fingers “Austin don’t stop” you wine arcing your back to taunt his fingers back in. He laughs “whiny brat, you sure are needy for not wanting to get fucked in the men’s bathroom a minute ago” he observes.
“Quit taunting me Austin or I’ll make you regret it“ you threaten. He unzips his pants freeing his large cock and slaps it repeatedly on your ass making himself harder. “I won’t regret a thing teaching you this lesson babe” He rasps “What lesson that your a pric- -“ you don’t get to finish your smart remark as he thusts his cock fully inside of you as you choke on your words.
He is so large it takes him a moment to press his hips to the back of your thighs and you let out a loud gasp as your clit pulses from the stretch.
“You..are a whiny brat” He says beginning to thrust into you “ and I am going to fuck that …right out of you” he promises. Your knees buckle from his force and he pushes your chest against the wall pinning you as his hips clap harder against your ass. “Oh Austin oh fuck”you say as your core tightens and you get get weaker on each powerful hit of his cock.
His hand sharply smacks across your ass making you yelp. “Gonna say sorry now?” He says through clenched teeth but you defy him “No!” you protest. He claps his hand on your ass again spanking you harder as you clench on him and whine. “Spoiled brat!” He hisses “not gonna let you cum until you apologize ” he says grabbing the back of your neck.
He forces your face to the wall as his pace becomes violent. His cock jolts into your body rocking your core. “Gonna say …sorry …now!” He says squeezing his grip to the back of your neck fucking you against the wall until you’re seeing stars.
You begin gasping losing all your resolve feeling the familiar tightening ready to release. You give in so he’ll let you cum. “I’m sorry Austin I’m sorry Im sorry I’m sorry !” You whine losing your mind on the raw passion of his thrusts.“That’s it .. that’s …my …good girl” he compliments slowing his thrusts to play with your clit. He slips his fingers over your wet little wet pearl until you are rhythmically clenching on him “I’m gonna cum Austin !” You cry out. “Cum with me” He says and runs his fingers over your clit as he increases his speed again. You orgasm as he thrusts into you and his hips stutter as he release his semen into you.
He releases your hands hugging you from the back as plants kisses down the side of your neck s he slows his thrusts. He stops as he pants heavily near your ear. You are both smiling and breathing heavily as you come down from your intense high. “Are you good now.” He asks a little breathless as he leans up and puts himself away.
“Austin you ripped my panties and pinned me to a bathroom wall I’m more than good ” You say grinning. He pulls you to him by wrapping his hand around your waist and devours your mouth in a hot kiss.
He releases your staring into your eyes and in that moment you know Jess insnt going to be his band mate anymore. You’re going to get him kicked out for good.
“Just so you know Austin when I did confront Jeff I told him I’d never steal from you again and you know what he did Austin? He threw me to the ground and that’s why I went off in the bar.” You see Austin’s eyes go dark. “ He … he put his hands on you?” Austin says feeling his rage boil so high he can barely form a sentence . You extend your leg and put your palms up to show him the bruises. “he’s fucking dead! “ Austin yells unlocking the bathroom door slamming it open and storming into the bar.
“Hey Jeff!” Austin yells aggressively making Jeff look over his shoulder “ What Aus- - “ his sentence is cut short as his mouth is punched repeatedly by Austins fist covered in rings. You hear the crunching and snapping of Jeff’s face being rearranged as a wicked grin forms on your face.
Austin punches him again and again until blood swirls in Jeffs mouth and he lurches forward in a daze spilling it out onto the table as Austin relents. “Aus..tin…what the …fuck..” Jeffs says as his head lulls on the verge of losing unconsciousness.
The unexpected blows render Jeff listless and Austin tugs his shirt up holding him steady for the final blows.“You put…your hands…on my girl …I put ..my fists on you” he says on each hit the final one connecting and making Jeff’s eyes roll up. Austin stop and lets Jeffs head smack onto the table. “Stay the fuck away from us your done with the band!” Austin yells at him as Jeff gurgles.
You come to Austin’s side to survey the damage. Bloody table, unconscious Jeff, Austin checking his bloody knuckles. Austin shakes his hand out and holding it by the wrist. “Piece of shit made me ruin my playing hand!” He spits.
Your eyes grow wide you didn’t realize. “Oh shit let me see.” You say. He puts his bloody hand in yours and your look over his knuckles and ask him to move his fingers. He does but they are stiff. “Aw baby they’ll get better.” You say comfortingly “let’s get you some ice and make them feel better.” You say wrapping your hand around his waist and guiding him to the bar. “You good baby?” He asks putting his arm around you holding you to him. “ Yes Austin I’m more than good.” You’d say smiling looking up at him through your lashes.
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I’m yours, you’re mine » Chris Sturniolo
summary: after being in complete denial of feelings for each other, chris reassures you about how he feels.
warnings: swearing, fem!reader, pet names (ma, baby)
A/N: i need him guys 😔
You and Chris had always been just friends, well, you told yourself that. It was clear to everyone else in the world that you two were in love with one another. Even when you both swore you didn’t want each other, or if you dated someone else, they knew.
Though through layers of denial and worry of ruining friendship, at the end of the day you both knew you were each other’s person.
And of course you were reminded of this as he laid against you during a movie his brothers out on, his arms wrapped around your middle as he mumbled incoherent nonsense under his breath.
Every few seconds he’d move around, forcing you to contort your body to make sure he was comfortable. Even though you felt like your bones were gonna snap, you wanted him to get a decent nap in.
“Stop moving..” He grumbled against your skin, pulling you closer to him, to the point you were practically in his lap. “I can’t move now, Chris.” You sighed and squirmed around a little, turning your body to face his.
You could see him lift his head to look at you, a droopy smile finding its way onto his features as his grip slightly loosened on you. His hands found their place on your sides, his gaze stuck on yours.
“Hey, ma.” His voice was laced with tiredness, bringing a smile of your own on your lips. “Hi, Chris.” You placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, before resting your head on his shoulder.
You could hear Nick dramatically groan from the kitchen, making his way over to the crouch and placed his hands behind Chris, leaning down so he was loud enough for you guys to hear—which was just him yelling.
“Can you two admit you’re in love already? This is like a fucking rom-com that’s getting dragged on for too many seasons.” He rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving you both with a very forced puzzled expression.
You saw Chris’s face turn red, making you smile slightly and tilt your head to the side. “Someone’s flustered.” You spoke in a teasing tone, nudging his arm lightly before leaning against him to get a bit more comfortable. “I am not.” He rolled his eyes and buried his face in your neck, groaning against your skin. You could feel your smile growing wider, running a hand through his hair with a sigh.
You knew deep down you wanted to tell him, but you were way too scared that maybe he didn’t feel the same. I mean sure, he acted like it, but what if it was just how he acted towards you?
“I see you thinking, baby.” His voice caught you off guard, his face painted with slight concern as he gently cupped your chin and made you look at him. “What’s on your mind?” His thumb gently ran against your jawline.
“Is Nick right?” You furrowed your brows at him, watching as his own expression grew confused from your question. Did you mess up? What if he shut you down and said no? What if-
“I think so.”
You widened your eyes in surprise at his words, lips slightly parted as you tried to process what he meant, while also struggling to find the right words to ask.
“Y/N, you see it too, don’t you?” He moved his hand down to your thigh, rubbing his thumb in gentle circles. “You’re the only one I look forward to seeing in the morning, I’ll text you at three in the morning just to say goodnight, I’ll stay on fall even after you’ve fallen asleep so you wake up and you’re not alone. Think about it.”
You could feel the butterflies in your stomach attacking you at this point, a deep blush on your face as you thought of everything he had been doing for you. He really did love you back.
“It’s obvious.. I’m yours, you’re mine.” He smiled and cupped your cheek with his hand, leaning closer to you with raised brows, his gaze asking for permission. You quickly nodded, to which he closed the distance between you two, pressing his lips to yours softly.
Nick really was right all along.
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🥹 ngl i keep running back to your page, and i finally followed bc i keep forgetting, but like…
do you have more of that clone witness protection program? i just reread them AND THE THORN ONE, and i just- i gotta know au wise. How does everyone react to finding out what Fox did and what it cost him (ie. him saving Fives unintentionally got Thorn killed)
So if anyone wants to read on it, this post has all the parts linked
And love that you enjoyed the AU!! It’s one of my favorites so to hear you kept up with it makes me happy 🥹
This take is interesting to think about - honestly if we want to go this route, including all the parts above, they would found out more towards the end of the war (the beginning of the finale with Sidious)
And it goes like this
Cody has lost faith in the Republic way before Rex “died” but now he’s determined to do something about it. He has gathered all the CCs together, plus the Corrie CCs except for Fox (not that Cody didn’t invite him but he has a different mission for him and his vod’ika and also Fox couldn’t make it so he sent Stone and Thire instead), and lets them know his decision and plan to cease from Republic forces
“I’m taking my men out.”
Shock was heard in the empty silence. Bacara is the first to speak. “What about the Jedi?”
Cody shakes his head. “Whoever I grab is going with me.”
“You can’t take them all.” Neyo’s stare is hard, unyielding. Cody stares back.
“With Kenobi and Skywalker gone, the rest will follow.”
Ponds huffs out a laugh. Cody slants him a look when he bangs his hand on the table. “Count me in. Windu and I are down for a little … mutiny.” His grin is wide, fearless.
Thire taps his comm. “if you can get us a Venator, I can let Vos know to retrieve the Jedi at the Temple.”
Bly stands up, his seat clattering behind him. “Aayla and I can help with that.” He ignores the small “it’s Aayla now, is it?” behind his back. “They won’t want to leave their home without a reason.” He speaks before Cody can get any words out of his open mouth. “A solid, logical reason. You wanting to find Rex-”
“That’s not the reason I’m leaving.”
“Isn’t it?” Heads turn towards the new voice. Fox enters the small room with barely a sound, footsteps silent in his path towards his Ori’vod. “I mean,” and he chuckles harsh. “Why leave now? Why not when your General died? Or your men were ambushed? Or perhaps after Umbara when they shot each other?”
Cody grits his teeth, anger flashing across his face. His expression turns smooth a second later but every CC saw it. “Don’t talk about the war like you understand it.”
Fox tilts his head, almost offended at the implied statement. He however lets it go in pursuit of his other point. “You never cared before-”
“I always cared.”
“Until Rex’ika-”
“You have no right to call him that.”
“-went and got himself killed.”
Fox rolls with the impact Cody throws at him. His hands clutch his brother’s blacks in an awful attempt at a hug. Cody however has one hand around his neck, ready to snap. His other yanks at the chest armor, pulling Fox up just a breath. “Don’t talk about him that way.”
Fox doesn’t speak, hardly dares to breath in the face of his brother’s wrath. “Leave,” he commands to the room.
The CCs watch but don’t move until Cody yells out. “GET OUT!”
Wolffe is the first to move. Pats Cody’s back on his way out. “Don’t kill him, Vod.” Fox rolls his eyes at the unhelpful comment.
The other CCs follow him out until it’s just them. Even Thire and Stone, who passed glances at him, left.
Cody is breathing hard, his panting harsh in the room. Fox feels his hand curl against his neck and thinks how pathetic.
“Get off,” he demands and Cody snarls. Fox’ eyes flash in anger and he snarls right back.
It leads to them wrestling, Cody losing his grip on his neck and instead trying to break the bones in his arm. Fox bites at the forearm near his mouth, and tastes a hint of iron. They scratch and hit and wrestle and the anger that came from Thorn’s death leave Fox, slowly but surely. His grief replaces it fast, as does his guilt when he sees tears in Cody’s eyes.
Would Cody act this way if Fox died? Would Fox if Thorn hadn’t?
Fox finds himself hugging his Ori’vod as he sobs at the loss of Rex. Great, wracking sobs that Fox himself wishes to return. He licks his lips and shares a piece of grief. “Thorn is dead.”
“I’m sorry,” Cody mutters through stuttered breathing.
Fox however decides that it’s enough to start the conversation. “He believed in the Protection Program. Saved many Vod cause of it.” Cody listens intently, his cries mingling into silence. “Fives needed to live. We both knew that.” He hesitates before stating his opinion. “I won’t make his death go in vain by hiding.”
Cody pushes off his brother, stares up at the ceiling above them. He taps his fingers once, twice, before asking, “would Rex-”
“He’s not in it,” Fox lies through his teeth and hates the guilt that rising at it. Cody can’t know. Not yet.
It would just cause more trouble, and potentially Rex’s death. Fox can’t allow that right now. Not when Cody isn’t thinking clearly.
Cody stays silent. The moments creep by and Fox’s heart beats faster. He wonders if his Ori’vod can see through his lies.
Cody’s words break his anxiety process. “Then we kill Palpatine.” He says it nonchalantly, in response to their previous conversation.
Fox’ lips twitch. His chest hitches. And then he’s laughing before he can think. Cody turns his head, joins in when he realizes they aren’t laughing for fun.
#star wars#tcw#the clone wars#clone wars#commander fox#commander cody#clone witness protection program#I know it’s only Cody’s reaction but I’ll get to the others in a minute#also technically only Cody and Rex are the ones outside the Corries who know about the program and that’s due to a previous post#but Fox thinks if Cody knows about Rex#he won’t focus on the bigger picture#which is killing palpatine#is it manipulation? yes but Cody was going to do that to him#by not telling that he was leaving the GaR#he just didn’t realize Fox would end up attending the meeting
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ciao, bella! - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader
summary: you love your polyglot girlfriend
TW: smut, oral sex, dirty talk, language kink (i don't actually speak Italian so i apologize for any possible mistakes), hair-pulling, i think that's it
A/N: requests are welcome! i still have some drafts to finish first tho.
Like and reblog, any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated! <3
The hours seem to pass so slowly when there's nothing you can do.
You're sitting on one of those uncomfortable chairs on that bullpen, a cup of coffee running cold on your hand. Staring at te board with all the names and pictures, you were starting to memorize it.
Morgan and Emily enter the room, the main suspect handcuffed and struggling to get away from Morgan's hard grip. Emily takes er bulletproof vest off to enter the interrogation room, you and Hotch following behind. She happened to be the only one who spoke italian on the team, so this one was hers.
You had profiled the unsub as the classical sexist, misogynist, scared of women over 130 pounds, or like you liked to call them- the unresolved mommy issues type.-
Your girlfriend was gonna eat him up alive, and you could not be more proud.
Morgan and Emily enter the room, he tells him to sit down, which he does seem to understand. Hotch and you watch the scene from the other side of the glass, your eyesnever leave Emiy, she carefully reads the file, in complete silence, making him nervous, until she starts speaking.
You certainly weren't expecting it, although you should've. It wasn't the first time you heard her speak other languages. Arabic, Russian, even Spanish, she always sounded so smooth, mysterious even, but there was just something about this exact moment, the way she challenged him, antagonized him, it was easy to tell she had complete control of the conversation despite that you could not understand a single word of what nether of them was saying.
Your braking point is when they start an argument, you cant really tell what it's about but she shoots from her seat, hitting the table hardly with a strong hand, you excuse yourself. You had to get out of there if you wanted to be able to finish the day.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
it takes you less than a second when she closes the door of your shared hotel bedroom behind herself, to wrap your arms around her waist, connecting your mouth to hers, pushing her body against the door.
"wow, not that I'm complaining but, what's got you all riled up?" she asks, a big smile on her face, the second you separate to catch your breath
"nothing... it's just..." you doubtfully say, her eyes scanning you, going from your eyes, to your lips, back to you eyes, both of you heavy breathing into each other.
"c'mon, spit it out" she says, leaving soft pecks on your lips to get you to talk
"just you, your voice" you confess "you know... when-"
"you like hearing me speak Italian?" she finishes for you, grabs you by your waist, and switches places with you, now she's pushing you against the door, running her hands down your back, reaching your ass giving it a gentle squeeze which makes you jump in your place.
"a little bit" you admit. Emily grins, cocky and gorgeous, she slips her hand into your pants and underwear, running two gentle fingertips up your center, collecting your slit, she shows you her hand, a proud smile on her face, you squirm underneath her touch
"this doesn't look like a bit to me" she kisses your cheek, your neck, you bring your lips to hers, your tongue slipping over her lower lip, in the desperate attempt that she’ll grant you access "Questo è quello che volevi?" you cannot control the moan that escapes your lips, her voice is soft, smooth, it makes you feel things, you kiss her again, this time she complies, granting you access.
She pushes you even harder against the door, her free hand finds its way underneath your shirt, you're not wearing a bra which gives her free access, she lets her fingers dance over your sensitive nipples, your breath becoming quicker with each passing second. “Please, Emily, I-” you got cut off as she sharply took one of her nipples into her fingers and twisted it, the pain quickly turning into pleasure
"what's that? or, should i say che dici?" you can't form any coherent words, you just let out a deep breath, grabbing you by the waist, she forces you onto the bed, her hips aggressively sitting on top of yours
"aww, la mia bambina è nervosa perché le piace che parli italiano?" she's loving the teasing, she loves making you nervous but mostly she loves how worked up she's getting you with only a couple of words.
She placed soft kisses all over your breasts, her lips wrap around your nipple, licking the rosy bud, her teeth softly tugging and nipping the sensitive area, you moan in pleasure.
Finally, she moves her mouth down, placing soft kisses all over your stomach, filling it with butterflies. She unbuttons your pants, aggressively taking off your underwear with them.
Even though you had her exactly where you wanted her, she was still too clothed. You pull on her shirt, hoping to get the message across, as your mind was all nice and fuzzy, she just put her hands up, so you could clumsily remove her shirt, leaving her in her bra and workpants.
"Em, please, just please" you cry desperately for her to finally finish what she started. You moan out as she forcefully shoved a finger up your dripping pussy, licking a strap long of your slit.
"ti piace questo tesoro?" you know you're in for a long ride, now that she knows that you like her Italian, she will be taking advantage of it, not that you're complaining, obviously.
"I don't understand a word of this, but it's working" you say, closing your eyes in pleasure, your hands pulling on her hair, in a desperate attempt to pull her closer to where you needed her the most.
She was going slow just lapping up your juices, her tongue enjoying the taste of you, how drenched you were. Her lips finally met your clit, licking over the bundle of nerves, sucking the hardened bud.
"Oh fuck, yes baby don't stop" She began fucking you faster and harder, using her fingers, loving the wet sounds your pussy was making around them. Her fingers curled at the perfect spot inside you making your eyes roll back into your head. Her mouth sucking on your clit, her fingers drilling roughly into your pussy was bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Please, Em, I'm going to-"
"andiamo tesoro, puoi venire" you can only assume that's her way of approving, you came all over her mouth, her fingers, she lets you ride your high, and then collapses over you, laying on your side.
You open your eyes and see her laying next to you, playing softly with a strand of your hair, you need to catch your breath before you can return the favour.
"Who would've said that it would only take me speaking Italian to make you this horny ugh?" she asks, a playful grin on her face.
"It's just something about the accent i think, or maybe just the way you sound, i don't know, but you looked so sexy in the interrogation room today" you try to explain
"Well lucky for you, i'm fluent" you move to kiss her lips
"however there's someone else who can also speak Italian, right?" your mouth falls open when you realize what she means "OH! No, Emily! Why did you have to bring Rossi up now? You're ruining it" you close your eyes trying to erase that image from your head, Emily giggles "I'm sorry! C'mon, Scusa, amore mio, ti amo" she kisses you cheek, your lips, your face "Ok that one i know what it means" you hold her face in your hands, trapping her lips between yours, kissing her in return, her voice and herself the only thing on your mind again.
"C'mon baby" you straddle her hips "It's your turn, tesoro"
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
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