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potatomountain · 3 months

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Pairing: Song Mingi x afab reader

Word Count: 3800

Warnings: cursing, smut, one night stand

Genre: enemies to lovers, one night stand

Summary: Public parties weren't your thing but for your best friend you could tolerate a dance club- even go home with someone for the night. Mingi was determined to make sure that was him, and after a little push from a hot stranger, you decided just for tonight you would give him a shot.

A/N: This was my third attempt, as I first tried a mingi/yeosang x reader enemies to lovers but i adore them as sweet beans too much so i stuck with the best puppy boy- Song Mingi. This is for you @mingsolo as you were right to put me on the suspect list as your secret admirer lol. Please melt like I did <3 Thanks!!!

This was done as a network event for @pirateeznet

People do anything for their best friends, including putting up with their boyfriend’s douchebag friends. You swore up and down that you were going to have a good time tonight even if that meant being nice to the other half of the partygoers.

It was your best friend’s birthday, and of course she wanted to spend it with her boyfriend of a year now, Wooyoung. Both of them were hyper and outgoing, and so into each other it was almost nauseating. You were what she called the scary dog friend with resting bitch face until you liked someone. That was all you were to Wooyoung’s friends, but he still wanted you there at the party he planned.

Party at a dance club, which also wasn’t your thing- but it was hers. You did your best to make the most of it however, dressed to the nines and intent of having a good night. If that meant getting somewhat wasted and fucking a stranger then so be it.

Now if only the thorn in your side, Song Mingi, would let you do just that. Your friend would swear up and down that he was a good guy, that he was sweet, but considering your few interactions with him, his very presence left a bad taste in your mouth. And by the sneers he often gave you, the feeling was mutual. Somehow, for some reason, he had made it his mission to see your plan for the night fail.

Every man you found yourself dancing with or flirting with, Mingi was right there, butting his nose in and saying something that would scare the man off. Weird habits, or just spouting some obscene lie about you that had the man running off.

Three or four drinks in, and quite the cutie was chatting it up with you at the bar. Slight aussie accent, tattoos, open shirt- you were more than a little interested. But of course the tall man in his red cap slipped into the seat next to you, leaning in a bit closer and grabbing your drink out of your hands. Shocked, you watched him sniff your drink before taking a sip, your jaw dropping. “Mingi!” “That’s my name.” Licking his lips he handed you back the drink, giving the man in front of you side eye. “Newest conquest?” Scoffing, you pushed him away. “Seriously? Can I not have a chat with a hot guy in peace? Is it really your intent to ruin my night?” You offered the tatted dreamboat a smile, hoping he wouldn’t run off like the rest. “Sorry about him, he’s a friend of a friend please don’t pay him no mind.” He and Mingi seemed to look each other over before he got comfortable again, pointing to your glass. “Let me get you a new one then and we can continue our conversation? Or we can talk about your ‘hot guy’ comment?” With a smirk he waved the bartender over, leaving you a little flustered. You had said that in the moment, too heated about Mingi’s constant interruptions.

Apparently it worked in your favor as you handed your current drink over to Mingi. “You can have this now. Go away.” You attempted to shoo him but he didn’t budge, instead pouting out his thick bottom lip and watching you from under the cap. “What?” “You really are insisting on this?” He muttered out while the other was busy with the bartender.

You didn’t get why he was being pouty about this, every time the two of you interacted it became some playful and childish argument. You couldn’t think of any reason why he would have any interest in you. And your only interest in him had been that he was attractive. Sharp eyes, pouty lips, deep voice… You shook your head and sneered your upper lip at him. “What I do is none of your business Mingi. Why don’t you go find someone to take home for tonight?”

Mingi stared you down, lips parting and shutting several times before he sighed and looked away. “I mean, I can always leave you two alone?” The aussie accent drew your attention back to the hottie that was your target. “This doesn’t exactly look like just a friend of a friend.” He still offered the new drink and you took it, downing it rather quickly.

“That’s all he is. But if he keeps this up he’s going to be a thorn in my side as well.” You made an effort to avoid Mingi now, leaning against the bar top and towards the man that really was drool worthy. Why hadn’t he run off yet? With Mingi acting like this? Instead he laughed, watching Mingi sulk off over the brim of his own drink. “I think you hurt his feelings.” “So? He’s trying to ruin my night.” “Or make it a good one for you?”

“And how would he be doing that if he is chasing off, on purpose, any guy I have even a little bit of interest in, hm?” You rolled your eyes before finishing the last bit of your drink, the buzz going right to your head. Mingi’s constant interference had sobered you up on more than one occasion, and the little bit of a buzz you had before had been chased away. Now you were eager to chase it again and just feel good for the night.

Christian widened his smirk, looking you over through hooded eyes before glancing over your shoulder. “So that he stands a chance of being the one to go home with you tonight.” You nearly spit out your drink, blinking up at him with evident shock. “Excuse me?”

“I mean no guy likes watching the girl they have a crush on fawn and attempt to jump on other strangers’ dicks. I’m perfectly happy being that dick by the way, but I also think you should give the poor guy a chance.” Setting his drink down, he pulled out his phone and held it out to you. “How about, you give me your number but tonight you try him out for size? If it doesn’t work, shoot me a text and I can take you out on a date. But if it does, well still text me because now I’m invested.”

Flabbergasted, you could only laugh. “You’re crazy, why would I want to sleep with him?” You still found yourself putting your number in his cell and texting your phone from his to get his number as well.

He shrugged, leaning back in his seat and bringing his drink up to his lips. “You find me attractive, so I’d say look wise he is your type. Don’t blame you either. Besides, ever had a hate fuck? Some intense shit right there, highly recommend at least one in your life.” You turned in your seat to look over Mingi once more, taking note of the way he idly danced to the music that was louder on the floor where he was. Some of his friends were nearby, Yunho having draped an arm around him and seemed to be trying to talk to him or get him out of the pout. You couldn’t deny that he had a point- several points.

“Fine. We’ll see if you’re right. Don’t go anywhere.” Setting your empty glass down you got up, making your way down the few steps to the dance floor and right towards the two towers. Yunho spotted you first, grinning as he nudged his friend a bit in your direction, saying something too quiet for you to hear. Not that you cared, not when the moment you locked eyes with Mingi your chest felt warmer.

You blamed it on the alcohol.

“You happy now?!” You yelled so he could hear you, putting your hands on your hips. “Since you keep chasing away the guys, I don't have anyone to dance with. You can take responsibility for that now.”

You tried to ignore the way his boyish grin had your cheeks feeling hot, as well as the cheers from Yunho and your best friend a bit deeper in the swarm of bodies who you hadn't realized had been watching or could hear you. It had you questioning a lot.

Not that you had a moment to process or ask, as Mingi was placing his hands on your waist and stopping all other thoughts. “I'll be your dance partner for tonight then.”

Well shit, was he right about Mingi? Did the brat have a crush on you?

Better yet… Did you really like that idea?

With a smirk you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back into the swarm of bodies and away from his friends. He didn’t seem to care, entranced by you only. Now that he wasn’t being a thorn in your side, instead pressing into your side, you had to admit he was hella fine. And you would definitely enjoy a little hate fuck with him.

You let the music guide your body, moving it against his and turning in his grasp so your ass was against his thighs. You could feel him, the tight and slim waist under the white shirt, the designer blue and white jeans. He had looked like a fuckboy tonight and here you were, planning to test just how much of one he was.

Damn, you fell quick.

Out of simple curiosity you looked up, right at the bar on the raised landing to find the man who had pushed you to do this. He was leaning back against the bartop, watching you both with a smirk that widened when you locked eyes. As if to tease you, he grabbed the junction in his pants, giving a squeeze before pointing at Mingi behind you. Mingi who had dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your exposed skin and his hand splayed over your lower abdomen and holding your smaller body back against his.

Fuck you were enjoying this, enjoying his attention and touch and Christian could definitely see that. He was even laughing a bit, mouthing ‘I told you so.’

You mouthed back ‘fuck you’ only for him to grab at his dick again.

As if sensing he didn’t have your full attention, Mingi’s hold on you tightened, lips ghosting against your flesh. “I thought I chased him away?”

“Ah Mingi, were you really jealous all this time?” You couldn’t help but tease, body swaying against his to the music, purposely rubbing your ass against his thigh.

He hissed out, bringing his lips to your ear. “I just wanted to be an option, pretty girl.”

Your head rolled to the side, giving him more access to your neck as you tore your eyes away from Christian. He wasn’t your target tonight and damn, Mingi was making you really glad that you had listened to the hottie at the bar. “You’re an option now. Just for tonight, so make it count Mingi.”

“Fuck. Come home with me now? Like right now and I’ll make it a night you won’t forget.” He whispered in your ear, lips brushing the shell and hot breath on your neck causing you to shiver.

How could you tell him no when he was practically begging and rolling his body against yours to the point you could clearly feel his excitement against your lower back? Glancing over at your best friend, you caught her watching with a smug grin. Fine then, you knew when to give in. “Are you sober enough to drive?”

“Had only one- grab your shit I’ll meet you outside?” He mumbled, pulling away reluctantly, his hand sliding down to your ass and giving a quick squeeze before he did.

“Don’t make me regret this.” You huffed out, heading to the lounge area you had left your small bag at with the two of the friend group that wasn’t keen on dancing for the night. They were chatting away, paying you no mind as you grabbed your bag. Sure you talked as if you were doing Mingi a favor but you couldn’t deny how wet you were and just from dancing to three or four songs with him.

How he managed to make you even more wet from just his hand on your thigh while he drove was also beyond you. He barely talked, focused on the road with one hand on the wheel and both tense as he sped within limits. The anticipation was almost too much and you were tempted to whine.

That was the only touch until you were behind closed doors. “Wait, don't you live with some of your friends?” It dawned on you when you noticed several items that you were sure weren’t his. “They’ll find somewhere else for the night.” He kicked his shoes off, turning to lift you up before you had a chance to take your heels off. “Keep them on for now.” You lifted a brow and held onto his broad shoulders, unable to see his expression from this angle because of the cap. “Suit yourself. Your room then? I am eager to see how you’ll win me over Song Mingi.”

“Mmm you’ll see soon, princess.” He carried you down the hall, not giving you much of an option of taking in your surroundings. Not that you cared, not when you could feel his lips on the exposed skin of your chest, dipping into the valley of your breasts and breathing you in. “So soft, I could drown myself in you.”

You wondered if he had more alcohol than you to drink with how blunt he was being, or perhaps you were just easily flustered at the moment. You hadn’t even thought of Mingi in this way or would’ve given him a chance if it hadn’t been pointed out and now you were kicking yourself for not thinking about it sooner. When his lips worshiped your skin and his hands were kneading the flesh of your ass as he carried you into his room.

If you thought there were sparks before, it was full blown fireworks in your stomach when he tilted his head back and kissed you. He was a little messy, but not in a bad way. You felt like he was devouring you, laying you back on the bed as you took his hat off and tossed it aside so you could have him closer. “Mingi~”

“Yes Princess?”

“Too many clothes- get them off.” You all but demanded, yanking at his shirt as he pulled away from your body.

He made a sound of agreement in the back of his throat as he quickly made work of your clothes and his shirt. But even with the clothes gone, his hands still worshiped every part of your body. Your sides, stomach, hips and thighs before he pushed them open, licking his lips at the sight of your drenched pussy. “Oh that looks fucking delicious- you don’t mind if I have a taste do you?”

He was already leaning in before you could answer, instead gasping out at the small kitten lick he gave your folds. With a low moan he buried his face against your cunt, lips and tongue making quick work of licking up your arousal and rubbing his nose against your clit. He hitched your legs over his shoulders, your heels a heavy weight on his back as he went. Fuck he knew how to use his tongue, eating you like a starved man with his favorite treat.

Your head rolled back as pleasure assaulted your senses, breathing hitching and hands gripping at the sheets next to you. “S-shit Min- if you keep that up-” You broke off on a loud moan as his lips latched onto your clit and he sucked, making your head spin with electricity. He seemed intent on driving you to and orgasm, lips switching from your clit back to tongue fucking your pussy, back and forth, playing you like an instrument he was well familiar with.

So really you shouldn't be that shocked when he pulled a climax out of you that had you soaking his mouth and shaking against his sheets after several moments of bringing you to the peak before driving you over it. He didn’t pull away, making deep guttural sounds against your cunt as he licked up every drop he possible could while not overstimulating your bundle of nerves. You had to tug him off though, trying to catch your breath and see the dim room normally and not in a post-orgasmic haze.

“Still think you are going to regret it? Calling out for me like that?” He grumbled against your inner thigh, leaving a soft trail of love bites before he stood up.

“Fuck you.” You lashed out, pushing yourself up on your elbows and watching him through your lashes.

“You’re doing that already Princess.” He hummed out with a cocky smirk, pulling his jeans down with his boxers and letting his fat cock spring free, slapping against his abdomen and smearing a little bit of precum in the process. “Let me get a condom first, no matter how amazing I’m sure your pussy feels raw.” Stepping out of his clothes and over to his nightstand. While he rummaged for the condom, you pushed yourself up onto your knees, kicking off your shoes now.

You couldn’t lie, you were eager for him, unable to tear your eyes off of his dick as he rolled the condom on, but you were also determined not to be outdone. “You were the one so fucking eager to fuck me you purposely chased away all the dick that I wanted.” You pointed out, patting the bed and demanding he lay down.

He seemed a bit flustered as he laid down, leaning on his elbows and watching you swing your leg over his hips. “Was I really that obvious?” “I just thought you were being an annoying prick.” Rolling your hips to drag your cunt against the condom, you observed his reaction.

Mingi couldn’t even look at you, his eyes trained on your cunt teasing him, biting down on his lip as he clearly enjoyed it. “What gave me away?” With a smirk, you reached between you and held him still at your entrance, teasing him with the prospect of sliding into you but not yet giving it. “Christian did. Even told me if you left me disappointed he would take me on a date.”

His eyes flashed up to yours, anger and jealousy so obvious now. “You’ll have to tell him it's no deal then.” Gripping the bed, he thrust up, burying his full length into you. His hands flew to your hips to hold you still as he rammed up again, and again, not giving you a chance to speak. “I’ll leave you so fucking satisfied you won’t remember his name.”

With the way he filled you up, and how deep he hit in your womb, for a moment you thought he could actually do it. For a moment, he did. He stretched you out so perfectly, hitting every part of you with his big cock that you were a moaning mess and could only think of how good it felt. And how good he looked beneath you like this.

Your hips slammed down to meet each thrust as you held onto his arms, pride swelling in your chest at his own parted and drooling lips. You weren’t going to be the only one so fucked out you couldn’t remember anything else. Intent on driving him just as crazy, you pulled his hands off him and pinned them to his sides, rolling your hips as you leaned forward and letting out a pornagraphic moan as he hit deeper. “Oh fuck- Mingi~” “Feels s’good Princess. Fuck fuck fuck~” His head fell back as he let you have control, brows pushed together as he desperately tried to meet your hips. “Ah… fuck… mm~ s’good…”

“Was it worth the wait Pretty Boy? This fucking cunt you were drooling over?” You panted out between moans, forcing yourself to stay focused on his expression because it was fucking hot.

He nodded, gripping your ass and digging his nails in as you two fucked each other. When he moaned, like a desperate and deep whine, you clenched down around him, so close. You wanted to tell him, but his desperation grew until you were the one just getting fucked dumb on his cock. Head rolling forward and hands on either side of his head, you tried to look down between you two to watch his cock disappear into cunt with each desperate and rough thrust, the sounds of wet skin just adding to the cacophony of sounds filling the room.

It was also so much better to hear him beg for you to cum with him. “Please please- cream on my cock baby, want to feel it. S’good already, give me more.” With a broken whine, you could tell he was close.

That was all you needed to do to come undone, forehead resting against his chest and drool escaping your parted lips as you shook from the force you soaked his cock. Your head actually spun with how intense it was, vision blurry and the only thing you could process was his hot cum filling up the condom inside you, so deep you felt full.

You collapsed fully on him when he became a puddle beneath you, both of you sweaty and chests heaving in their effort to get more air. You settled in your orgasmic bliss, letting the high fade until the puddle of drool you left on his chest began to irritate your cheek. So you were the first to move, sitting up weakening and letting out a soft whimper when his softening cock moved inside you. “Gotta clean up pretty boy-”

“I know- get you some water, rest for a second…” He opened his eyes and looked up at you, full lips pulling into a smirk. “Get you ready for the next round.” You didn’t fight off the blush this time, giving his chest a playful slap before pulling off completely. “Who says I want a second round?”

“Mmmh, I do. You’re not screaming my name yet.” He sat up and pulled you back against him, kissing your shoulder in a gentle contrast to his rough hold. “Sit on my face this time. In fact, I want to eat you out until I come untouched. You taste so good I think I can. Want to test that?” Trying to hide the grin that couldn’t help itself, you nodded. “You’re on.” That date idea no longer seemed like a fun idea- not when presented with options just like that.

Just one night? Debatable.

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causewayguy · 3 months

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Fuck, Chor 3 already sinned. On Day 3 of the lunar new year, Jon's family hosted a family gathering at their new house. Tables were set up in the yard where it was sheltered but still breezy. The best part is that Jon gets to see all his pretty xmm cousins/SO who came late to the party. That's where he laid his eyes on Xiao Wen.

Xiao Wen was Jon's nerdy cousin's (Z's) new girlfriend. Looked slightly out of place since it was her first time visiting the extended fam, Xiao Wen is not those drop dead gorgeous but looked a bit nerdy and reserved. But to Jon, she had just the right amount of baby fats here and there, and her white tube top and black shorts accentuated her curves.

Lunch went on as normal, chit chats and laughters. And finally, they started gambling. Coming from SG, Jon had to be the 'house' and started dealing cards, with both Z and Xiao Wen joining the fray. Jon would purposely deal Xiao Wen cards slightly further front from her so she needed to bend down, showing some of her creamy cleavage. Sometimes when she wins, Xiao Wen gets all hyper, showing all kinds of skin, much to Jon's delight. Lucky didn't kena caught as Z is known to be a blur sotong (nerd mah).

After an hour or so, Xiao Wen had lost almost RM100. Can feel she was seriously down in the dumps and trying to get Z's attention to maybe stop and do other things. Z, being sotong no.1 and an avid gambler, not only brushed her off but decided to be the next 'house' as his luck was pretty good.

Stars aligned and 5 minutes later, both Jon and Xiao Wen were on the couch talking while Z just started his Stephen Chow's God of Gambler concentration. Turns out this was their second date and Z just dragged Xiao Wen here without telling her the occasion. This is what you call blur sotong...

Jon half bragged, half shared how it is in SG and Xiao Wen was totally hooked as she herself wanted to further studies in SG. She was sitting so close to Jon with her legs touching as they looked at photos on Jon's phone. Pushing his luck further, he mentioned he got more pics during his NUS days in his laptop, and invited her up to his room. Xiao Wen quickly nodded her head without a second thought (another blur sotong...) about Z or the situation she's in. As they went up, no one saw except for Jon's helper, Maria, who just winked at Jon.

Up in his room, Jon quietly locked his door after Xiao Wen entered. She was sitting on his bed ohh and ahhing at Jon's photos on his laptop, firing all kinds of questions about the places in the photos. The photos were becoming more naughty as Jon pulled up his clubbing and drinking photos intentionally. Xiao Wen was still asking questions.

Next photo. 'Eh how come so dark this picture?'

'Oh this is Zouk night club. I usually go drinking here.'

Next photo. 'It looks so fun dancing wei!'

'Ya lo, this one you need to try. After high, just dancing and grind with anyone we see.'

Next photo. 'Wasehh your gf so pretty! But PDA le, kiss in front of camera.'

'No la, this is my best friend's gf. He was vomiting in the toilet, so weak haha.'

At this time, Xiao Wen finally noticed the weird tension in the air but said nothing.

Next photo. 'Ha ha...not bad la, you still send them both back to their room first.'

'We stay in the same house. That was my friend's room, and this is mine.'

Next few photos showed my friend's gf being all slutty and provocative poses in all areas of my room. Finally, the last photo was of her on my bed, biting her lips and pulling my hand, looking straight into the camera.

'Oh...hmm...I see...'

'Last time was my friend's gf, today is my cousin's gf...'

Jon stood up beside her, looking down at Xiao Wen and slowly traced his finger along her face. As he reached her lips, Xiao Wen automatically sucked on Jon's index finger, essentially giving him the green light. Jon immediately slid his other hand down Xiao Wen's blouse, giving her boobs a quick squeeze and started to tune her nipples.

'Hmmmpp...please...show me what happened next...'

Xiao Wen bit her lips and made the same pose as the photo. This made Jon's blood boil and he quickly pushed Xiao Wen onto his bed, pulling off her top down. Her boobs were heavenly, with some bounce as Jon quickly removed her nipple stickers and sucked on her nips. This was Xiao Wen's second sexual experience but it was so much better. Looking at the pictures made her a little horny while Jon licked at her sensitive nipples and slid his hand into her shorts and fingered her pussy. Xiao Wen moaned and squirmed with pleasure as Jon continued his duel attack.

Up until her breaking point, Jon stopped abruptly and quickly dropped his pants. Xiao Wen stared at the piece of meat she knows she shouldn't accept but her body betrayed her. Xiao Wen pulled both her shorts and panties aside while holding her legs up, giving Jon the full access and he gladly complied.

Jon rammed his cock into Xiao Wen, getting a shriek from her. Knowing time is limited, Jon did not hold back and drilled Xiao Wen hard and deep. Xiao Wen was still inexperienced so this blew her mind. As Jon continued plowing into her, he whispered all sweet nonsense to her 'your pussy so tight baby, my cock is made for you, you are so much better than my gf, you milking me so good, I am fucking you like I fuck her (friend gf), please can I cum in you'. This made her felt both physically and emotionally attached to Jon, and could only nod her head furiously at Jon's last question.

Finally, looking at his cousin's gf asking for a creampie, Jon couldn't hold back any longer. He blew his load into Xiao Wen, filling her almost virgin pussy almost completely. Xiao Wen could only groan in satisfaction as the warmth feeling spread all over her insides.

Suddenly without warning, someone knocked on the door and whispered 'coming'. Jon quickly pulled his pants up and correctly Xiao Wen top before rushing to unlock the door. Just as he stepped out, Z was climbing the stairs and asked if Jon saw Xiao Wen. Right in cue, Xiao Wen walked out.

'Thanks for the info, Jon. At least now I know SG better.'

She took Z hands and started to walk back down the stairs together. But not before biting her lips and winking at Jon behind Z's back. Need to teach that fucking slut another lesson...

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To the bro who asked for submission, sorry I took too long. If you still want a cny theme one, dm me again.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Hi love could you maybe write gavi x girlfriend reader where they are enganged and reader forgets to wear her ring and she goes out to a Club with her girlfriends and gavi sees in a insta Story that the reader is not wearing her ring and he gets mad and calls the reader and is there to take her home and is just jelous that peoble think sees her witout ring

Sorry I took so long with this. Here you go, I hope you like it, pls let me know🙂

Think the Wrong Thing -P.G

Summary: When you forget to wear your engagement ring, Pablo doesn't want men to think the wrong thing

You sighed, dropping yourself into your couch exhausted you just did laundry, folded it, washed the dishes, vacumed and moped your two floor house from the top to the bottom.

You cleaned the stairs, the railings, the doors, the whole kitchen, your backyard, everything. The house was spotless. But your hands weren't that much even with the cleaning gloves.

You hissed watching a few rough marks appear on your palm, you groaned standing up to your shared bedroom with your fiancé, Pablo, to put on some hand cream praying for the degreaser to not pass facture too hard on you and your poor hands.

After you were done, you went towards where your engagement ring was in your night side table next to your phone, usually you never took it off but you have always used strong cleaning products and you learned that lession before with a ring that you bought for yourself and you will never repeat that mistake again and mostly with your gorgeous engagement ring.

Just when you were about to grab it and put it on your finger, where it belongs, that your phone startled you lightly with a call from your best girl friend.

You smiled grabbing your phone and accepted the call, sitting on the edge of the bed, you were dirty and a bit sweaty, you didn't wanted to bring that into changed bedsheets but your legs were asking for a little rest.

"...Wanna go out with us today? We'll be going to that new Bar, Mireya says it's good"

"Baby, I'm really tired" You said shaking your head lightly

"C'mon, even if it's just for half an hour, we miss you, we have a week without seeing you!" You sighed. It was true.

You had left with Pablo to Sevilla to visit his parents and then went to a little two days vacation to Ibiza with him in his free week and when you were back like four days ago, you got into work to not let the stack of papers consume your office, even though you liked doing work in advance so that way you were never in a rush.

Give thanks to your momma who taught you that trick when younger and thanks to yourself to keep it up until now.

"I'll extend it only for two hours"

"That's all we need" You smiled shaking your head "Don't you worry about anything. I'm on my way to pick you up so get ready and quickly!" You stood up going to the shower "See ya in a few!" And with that she hung up the call.

You decided to call Pablo and let him know you were going out but when he let you ring until the voicemail you knew he was still in trainings.

"Amorcito, I'm going out with the girls for a little while, I'll text you if something happens, there's food for you in the oven. Te quiero, lindo😘"

You sent the message and went to shower to clean yourself up and to get ready for your night out with your girls. You knew, Samantha was serious of coming over so you quickly got ready finishing the touches of your light makeup, the sound of her honking came to you as you grabbed your phone and your purse, leaving your house and entering her car.

"You look bella! If Pablo doesn't wife you up in the next three hours, I will" You laughed

"I love you but I'm not changing my man, Sam"

"Ugh, I know you won't" You both laugh as she drives off.

Soon, you forget about everything and enjoy the night with them, dancing with your girls, having a few drinks, eating, chatting and just overall having a good time with them. When you felt your phone vibrate against your front pocket of your jeans seeing the ID you saw: Amor😍 and smiled immediately, you answered him.

"Amor, what's up? Everything good?"

"Don't you feel like something's missing?" Your eyebrows furrowed deeply at that response from him

"Something? Like what?" You ask confused

"Oh, I don't know" You could imagine him shrugging his shoulders and jaw clench "Maybe, look at your left hand and see it" You couldn't help but do what he told you. You inspected it and after a few seconds your eyes widen.

Shot. You forgot your engagement ring.

"Pabs-" He cut you off

"I'm coming over to pick you up" That's all he said before hunging up. You closed your eyes, sighing. You looked at the hour and it was eleven pm. You had more than two hours here, so you figured it was also good that he came to pick you up.

You said your goodbyes to your friends who all showed their sadness for your leaving, when you were on your way to the door, a man came up to you

"Oye linda, wanna have a drink with me and dance for a bit?"

"No, thank you and don't call me linda"

"But you are very linda"

"Stop that" You said still walking when you felt him grab your hand, you turned around "Hey!"

"She said to stop, hombre" You recognized your fiancé's voice and felt secure when one of his arms wrapped around your waist

"And who are you?"

"Her fiancé, asshole. Now, take your hands off of my girl's wrist before you are left without it" Pablo's gaze was extremely dark, he was angry, mad and the man could see it, instantly left your wrist go.

Pablo turned you around and took you to the exit were after being outside you could see his car.

"Amor" You said but he didn't answered to you. He still opened the door for you and got you inside before he marched over the driver's side and entered the car "Pabs" You put your left hand on top of his making him look at it and shake his head lightly

"You truly aren't wearing it"

"It's not like I didn't wanted to wear it! I forgot to put it back on!"

"Why did you take it off in the first place?" You sighed

"I cleaned up the whole house, I didn't wanted for it to mess it up or anything like that and that's why I took it off and simply forgot to out it back on" Pablo shook his head "How did you knew it?"

"Saw Dalia's IG story, she tagged you and you posted it as well; then, after I come back home, I found out the engagement ring is in your bedside table" He shrugged "How can you just forget to put it back on?"

"I was going to but then Samantha called me and I guess I forgot"

"I know I won't forget to put my wedding ring back on again after a match. In fact, it's the first thing I would do" You sighed

"Pablo, I love my engagement ring, I love people to know I'm compromised with you!"

"Going out without it isn't showing people you're mine, because if you don't have it then how people will know it?" He said shaking his head

"Don't be mad, please" You grabbed his hand "I won't take it off ever again if that's-"

"I'm not mad you took it off to clean" He cut you off "I know you do that" He shook his head once more "I'm mad people see you without it and think you're single, because you are not. You are marrying me in two months, I don't want men to think they can hit on you and have the chance because they can't and they don't, señorita. You're mine, I'm yours and it'll be that way forever now" He looked quickly to you before returning his attention to the road.

With his words, you slowly felt the tension leave the car, you leaned over and hug his arm placing your head on his bicep

"They can try all they want but I wouldn't care, I've got my eyes on you and I only want you" You smiled "I want your attention, your flirting, your love, your everything. And you'll always be the one I pay attention to" He smiled lightly as you kissed his clothed bicep "Stop being jealous" He huffed

"Me? Jealous?" He laughed a bit "A fucking lot, didn't you see the way that man was looking at you?" You laughed thinking he was gonna deny it

"Eres tan lindo" You said still giggling

"I really want these two months to pass flying" You smiled nodding

"Wanna wife me up already?"

"So badly" You laughed

"Yes, I want it too" You looked at him "Sorry" He shook his head

"I'm sorry I ruined your girl's night" You shook your head

"Was about to call you anyways" You yawned a little

"The house looks amazing, btw" You smiled "You want a massage?"

"Sounds extremely awesome" You nod "But let me tell you straight away, just a massage, nothing of funny business tonight, don't even try it. Maybe tomorrow though, because I'm tired as hell right now" Pablo laughed as you smiled

"Got it. Tomorrow = Funny business"

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sturniololovesss · 2 months

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Scripted Rings (PT 2)

Pairing: ArrangedHusband!Matt × Fem!Reader

Summary: After Matt and Y/N's intimate interaction the last time,Matt keeps avoiding her.

So instead of crying,she brings herself to go to a club with Nick,but that escalates into Matt confessing his feeling out of anger to her.

Warnings: arguement.

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Monday

8:30 p.m

Matt hadn't talked to me in a week after our intimate interaction.

He had been cutting all contact with me,to the point that he hasn't been eating dinner until 12:00 a.m. everynight.

Another night passes as I flutter my eyes open to the rustling in the kitchen.

I sigh as I realize it's Matt. Once Again.

And that was only Monday,the beginning of the week.

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Thursday (Present Day)

9:49 p.m

I tied my hair into a half up half down as I watched myself in the mirror.

Nick had convinced me to go to a club with him to get my mind off things as he knew that Matt wasn't talking to me.

I heard my phone vibrate on the bed as I pick it up.

Nick 🦩

Are you readddy? I need someone to pick me uppp!

You

Yes,Yes. I'll be right there.

I texted back as I grabbed my keys,heading out the door.

I walked downstairs,my heels clicking on the stairs,as I made my way to the kitchen.

I opened the door as I saw Matt sitting by the dining table.

He didn't even bother to look at me. I felt my heart shatter at the little act. I couldn't help but feel as if he used me for his needs.

As I felt tears prick at my eyes but swallowed it down as I ran towards the living room door quickly and opening out all the other doors in the giant house before walking out the front door.

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11:26 p.m.

The sound of music thumped through my body as I inhaled the scent of sweat,liquor and a slight cigarette smell lingering through the air.

"See,what did I tell you? I told you a little fun would help you." Nick said as he danced next to me.

I swayed my hips as I held my cup of tequilla in my hand. "You were right. I'm happy I came." I said as we laughed together.

I looked at the time on my phone. I knew I was supposed to come home soon because I had a modelling brand deal to do and I knew I can't go drunk.

"Hey I gotta go before I get black out drunk in here. You ready?" I said as I looked up at Nick.

"Oh yeah,sure let's go." He answered as he held my hand,leading us outside to go to my car.

I only had one drink so I wasn't drunk,but Nick on the other hand was a little tipsy.

(8 Minutes Later)

I opened Nick and Chris's door with Nick's key as I held the door for him.

"Hey,Y/N." Chris said as he hugged me.

"Hey" I said as i hugged him back.

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12:03 a.m.

After chatting with Chris and Nick for a while,I drove home to my "husband" and I's house.

I killed the ingnition of the car as I got out of it. I walked into the house as I realized the lights were on.

I opened the door to the living room to see Matt sitting there watching his phone.

His eyes flickered to me with anger as he got up from the dark blue couch.

"Where the fuck were you?" Matt asked as walked over to me.

"Oh,suddenly you care about me?" I snapped back at him, my blood boiling and my heart throbbing.

"Don't be like Y/N,answer my question!" Matt said as he raised his voice.

I suddenly broke,my anger taking over my body.

"If you really care, I was with Nick trying to find a man who actually cares about me!" I striked feeling tears bubble to the brim of my eyes almost daring to come out.

Matt's face went emotionless as he watched down at me,his gaze softening.

"Wh-what? What makes yo-you think I don't care about you?" Matt asked whispering,his words almost inaudible.

Tears gathered at my waterline as I let them flow.

"Yo-you made me fe-feel used and humiliated Matt." I said as I looked up at him.

"How could you think that? You're my wife, I put a ring on your finger. You're the one I want to have kids with. You're the one I want to be by my side when I take my final breath. Which I hope happens bfore yours,I really do." He said as he caressed my hand for a second before I pushed it away harshly.

"Then why'd you make me feel like this?" I asked as I let the tears fall more.

"I don't- I don't know,okay? And I hate I made you feel this way. It's just that I was scared to tell you Y/N. I know that I fucked up. And I hate myself for it." Matt said as his voice cracked.

"Tell me what,Matt?" I asked as my hand gave way and dropped the keys and bag from my hand.

He sighed as he looked me in the eyes, "I love you,Y/N. I love you to the barier of insanity,when I feel like I could kill myself when me or someone else hurts you. That is how much control you have over me Y/N." He said as he pulled me closer by my waist.

I watched as I got llst in his soft blue gaze. "What about Anna? She was the woman you-you always dreamed of,she had the looks,the body and all the things you have checked on your list." I said as I sobbed through words.

"She wasn't you,she didn't make me feel the way you do. She didn't make me feel all fluttery inside my body,every time I saw her. She cheated on me,Y/N,and she didn't check everything off my list. Y'know why?" He asked as a small smile creeped up on his face.

I sniffled before I spoke, "Why?",I asked as I wiped my eyes.

He smiled, "Cause you're the definition of my list. You're perfect." He said as he pushed a strand of my hair back.

I laughed as he smiled at me. "I love You,Y/N" he said as i looked up at him.

"I love you too,Matt." I said as I went on my tippy toes as I gave him a kiss.

I never thought that I would love the man I swore i hated.

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lucidlivi · 10 months

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Chosen For Pleasure (XII)

Series Masterlist/Warnings

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a emotional roller coaster of a chapter, you ain't ready..

"is that.."

"Elle."

oh you've got to be kidding.

"Jensen?" I questioned trying to get his attention.

He has yet to take his eyes off the blonde, as she clung to an older gentleman talking to another couple.

I instantly felt jealousy burning through my entire body.

"Jensen." I snapped.

He finally tore his eyes away, meeting my own.

"are you okay?" I asked hesitantly.

He took a deep breath before plastering a smile on his face. I could tell it was fake.

"yeah, I won't let this ruin our night." He said.

Why didn't I believe him?

Jared once again gave him an apologetic look. Jensen took my hand, walking in the opposite direction of Elle.

Jensen gripped my hand tightly pulling me through the crowds of people.

"J hang on." I said stopping us.

He turned to me hesitantly.

"you're not okay, I can see it." I spoke.

"I'm fine." He was quick to defend.

"why don't I believe you?"

Jensen ran a hand over his jaw letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I let that girl ruin my life for a long time, I don't want her to ruin tonight too. I'm here with you, I want to enjoy tonight with you." Jensen said emphasizing the word you.

I felt like we were just sweeping the issue under the rug, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want to enjoy the night with him too.

"okay." I breathed reluctantly.

Jensen offered me a smile as he snagged two champagne glasses off a serving tray being passed around. I sipped it hesitantly as my eyes traveled around the room, looking for the blonde girl. Jensen led me over to a table where Jared and Genevieve sat with other members of the cast. I offered Gen a smile as we took the spot next to them. Jensen conversed with Jared and Misha as if he wasn't bothered by the situation at all.

So why was I?

I felt like we were just pretending, something I'd never been good at.

I tried my best too though, I chatted with cast, sipped champagne and even picked at the fancy dinner. I felt myself start to loosen up, even if just a little bit.

"may I have this dance?" Jensen asked extending a hand out to me.

"of course." I smiled placing my hand in his.

Jensen led us over to the dance floor, a slow song coming from the band on stage. He wrapped one arm around my waist, his other hand held mine as we swayed back and forth to the music.

"you really do look beautiful tonight." Jensen smiled.

"you clean up well too." I laughed.

It was silent for a moment until I spoke up.

"I apologize if I freaked you out earlier with my confession." I whispered before biting my lip.

"I'm not freaked out, flattered actually." he quickly spoke.

"flattered?"

"a sweet girl like you being in love with a fuck up like me, I don't know what I did to make that happen." he spoke quietly.

"Jensen you don't seriously think you're a fuck up do you?" I asked grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at me.

"oh I think I'm completely fucked up." He said with a painful laugh.

"I think we're all a little fucked up." I said.

"I'm just thankful you put up with me."

"yeah well I've always liked a bit of a challenge." I smirked.

He laughed as he pulled me closer, wrapping both arms around me. I felt completely at peace slow dancing with him. It was as if we were the only two people around. It just felt so right being with him. For once I forgot about everything wrong about us and just focused on the right here right now. I held on to him tightly as if as soon as I let him go he'd float away.

I was completely and irrevocably in love with this man.

I sighed as the song ended, longing for the moment to last. Jensen leaned down, placing his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss.

"I'm happy you're here with me tonight." Jensen spoke.

We walked back towards the group. I wore a real smile for once tonight.

"I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back." I said kissing Jensen's cheek gently.

I was thankful there was no wait in the bathroom. I quickly did what I came there to do before going to the sink to wash my hands. I wiped off some excess lip gloss and glanced at myself one last time in the mirror.

I could suddenly feel someone come up beside me. I saw blonde locks out of the corner of my eye. I didn't need to look at her to know who it was.

Elle.

I took a deep breath mentally cursing the world.

"with the billionaire Jensen Ackles, lucky girl." she spoke uncapping lipstick and swiping it on her over lined lips.

I hesitantly turned my body to face the last person in the world I wanted to see.

"Elle, but I have a feeling you already knew that." she introduced.

"no, you know what I don't think your name has come up." I said crossing my arms.

"If only I believed that, I just had to meet the girl that Jensen was so smitten with."

"well now you have, and now I'll be going." I growled turning to leave.

I didn't want to be in her presence another second.

"he looks amazing tonight, maybe I'll have to go say hi."

I stopped in my tracks at her words. I clenched my hands into fists at my sides. I really wanted to knock this girl out right now.

"as if he would even talk to you." I growled turning my body back towards her.

"I think you underestimate the power I have over him. If I wanted him to, he'd come running back to me in a heartbeat."

I felt my heart shatter at her words. I knew she was just trying to get under my skin, but part of me wondered if she was right.

"yeah well he's not a toy you can play with and drop when you get bored." I growled.

"of course not, I did love to play with him though, you know he is the best kisser."

I could feel the rage building inside of me with each word she spoke.

"oh wait I forgot, you wouldn't know, my bad."

"are you trying to intimidate me, cause it isn't working."

"intimidate you? oh no, I just want to know who my competition is." Elle said before departing from the restroom.

Competition? What the hell was she talking about?

I quickly escaped the bathroom making my way through the crowds of people. I could feel my chest tightening as my breathing became sporadic. I needed some fresh air. Jensen immediately noticed my departure as he pushed through the crowd after me.

I kept walking, even as the night air hit my face. I had to get out of there.

"wait, (y/n) please stop." Jensen called running to catch up with me.

I kept walking, ignoring his protests. He finally caught me, making me turn to face him.

"I want to go home." I said choking back the tears that threatened to spill out any moment.

"what did Elle say to you?"

"nothing just drop it." I growled.

"no I'm not going to drop it, what did she say?"

"Jensen please."

"I thought we weren't keeping secrets from each other? I thought we'd moved past all this?"

"don't you get it, we can't move past all of this until you move past her!" I yelled throwing my hands in the air.

"what the hell are you talking about?"

"do you still love her?" I asked, letting a few tears slip.

"what no of course I don't love her." Jensen scoffed.

"is that why you won't kiss me?"

Jensen looked as if I had just slapped him in the face.

"no that's not why, I thought you understood." Jensen growled

"I thought I did too, but now I'm not so sure." I whispered turning my body away from him.

"don't do this please." Jensen begged coming to stand in front of me.

I let another tear slide down my cheek as I stared at him.

"please just take me home." I whispered.

Jensen looked hurt as he opened the door to the limo allowing me to slide in. It was silent as Cole drove us back to Jensen's, a van that contained the extra security guards led the way.

I don't know why I let her have this power over me.

Actually I did.

It was because I was terrified that she was right. I was terrified that if she called, he'd go running. Jensen said it himself, he was prepared to spend his life with her. Elle had manipulated him once, something told me if she really wanted she could do it again.

"you know we're going to have to talk about this at some point." Jensen said, lifting a wine bottle to his lips taking a swig.

I didn't respond, just continued to stare out the window.

"I don't care about Elle anymore, not since I met you. God you're all I think about. Why can't you see that? You're everything to me." Jensen spoke.

I let the tears fall freely from my eyes. I hesitantly glanced at him, but he was already staring at me.

"I don't kiss you because I'm afraid that once I do, you'll realize how much better off you are without me, and I can't stand to lose you. (y/n) I'm so in love with you." Jensen whispered, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

I cried as I wrapped my arms around him. He squeezed me tightly, as if he were afraid of letting me go. It was everything I had ever wanted to hear from him. He loved me.

"Jensen, I could never be better off without you. No one has ever made me feel even a fraction of what you make me feel." I said placing a hand on his cheek.

Jensen leaned his forehead down on mine, looking at my lips. I could tell how nervous he was.

"if we do this, no going back." Jensen whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Jensen's lips brushed mine slowly. I felt my pulse increase. I had waited for this moment, dreamt of it.

"Mr. Ackles, you should come look at this." Cole spoke up from the front seat sounding worried.

Jensen pulled away quickly. I let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding.

"stay here." He ordered.

I watched as Jensen and Cole got out of the limo, the security guards dispersed around the property. I could see them looking at something but I couldn't see what. Jensen looked distressed. I disobeyed him, getting out of the limo.

"oh my god." I gasped.

Jensen and Cole stood in front of my car. It had been destroyed. I saw the tires had been slashed, and the windshield smashed in. I could see key marks on the hood as well as various dents. I didn't even recognize it as my car with all the damage done to it.

However the most haunting thing was the words He's Mine spray painted in white along the side.

Riley.

"I'm getting (y/n) out of here, find her Cole." Jensen growled.

Jensen grabbed my hand pulling me to one of his cars. He quickly opened the door, so I could get in before running around to get in as well. He started up the car, speeding out of his garage and down the road.

"where are we going?" I asked fearful.

"somewhere nobody else knows about." He spoke.

He pressed down on the accelerator speeding up even more. I looked at him as he gripped the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles turned white.

"Jensen slow down, you're scaring me." I said gripping the door handle and slinking back in to the seat.

"I told you to stay in the car." He growled.

"Jensen please." I begged.

He glanced over at me, seeing I was incredibly scared. He quickly took his foot off the accelerator, slowing down.

"I don't know how she got in, she shouldn't have been able to get in the garage, I'm so sorry." Jensen apologized taking one of his hands off the wheel and grabbing my own.

I took a deep breath squeezing his hand.

He kept driving, not letting go of my hand. I looked out the window to see we were getting far away from the city, and heading up a mountain. It was at least another hour before Jensen finally stopped the car. I saw we were way in the woods at what appeared to be a cabin.

"it used to belong to my aunt and uncle." Jensen whispered.

"she won't find us here?" I asked worried.

"no, I promise." Jensen said getting out of the car, coming to open the door for me.

I got out, falling straight in to his arms.

"I'm scared Jensen." I admitted.

"I know baby, I'm so sorry." Jensen said running a hand through my hair.

I stood in his embrace for awhile before looking and meeting his eyes.

"I'm supposed to be protecting you, if anything ever happened to you because of me, I'd never be able to forgive myself." Jensen whispered.

I saw in his eyes that he was scared too. Not so much of Riley, but scared that she could have gotten to me.

"Jensen I love you." I said leaning my forehead against his.

"then kiss me."

Author Note:

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Part (XIII)

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roosterforme · 2 years

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Rooster | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley joins you when you visit your parents for Christmas. Everything seems to be fitting together perfectly for him.

Warnings: Fluff and more fluff, swears and adult banter and Smut!

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You?

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"I swear I'm more nervous to be here than you are," you told Bradley as you navigated the airport terminal with your luggage. It was almost Christmas, and you had brought your boyfriend of two and a half months back to your hometown. "You sure you want to meet my friends from high school tomorrow night?"

"Of course, Sweetheart," he replied, slipping his hand into yours. "I thought you'd like to show off your handsome, strapping boyfriend to everyone."

"Oh, I definitely would like that. Half of them are married to guys who gained a lot of weight or lost their hair. Should be fun to rub it in a little."

Bradley barked out a laugh. "Keep feeding me the way you do, and I'll be in the same boat."

"And then I'll have to introduce people to my fat boyfriend?"

Bradley tilted his head back and forth. "Fat boyfriend, fat husband. Could be either one."

"Hmmm," you hummed, but a smile danced around your lips. He said things like that sometimes, and you never knew quite how to handle it. You'd only known him for four months, but you were already living together. He'd bought a freaking dream house for the two of you! He'd mentioned a ring once! Maybe in another year you'd be ready for all of that, but not yet. But still, you did like to think about it.

The airport was decorated for the holidays and everyone was wearing winter coats. "Are we going to regret not buying heavier jackets?" you wondered out loud as Bradley pulled your suitcase from the baggage claim carousel and set it down next to you.

"I'll keep you warm," he promised, pulling you against him and kissing you. After a few seconds, your fingers ended up in his belt loops, and his lips had moved to your neck. "In fact, I'll make you downright hot, Sweetheart."

"Bradley," you gasped as he nipped at your skin. "Jesus, Roo, I see my dad."

That had Bradley releasing you immediately and putting a foot of space between you both, and you had to laugh at the angelic look on his face as your dad approached.

"Hi, dad," you said, giving him a big hug and kissing his cheek. You watched as Bradley shook his hand, and your dad looked genuinely happy to see him. If your memory served, he had been pretty indifferent to all of your past boyfriends.

On the drive to your childhood home, Bradley sat in the front with your dad, and they chatted about seemingly everything while you quietly absorbed their conversation, only interjecting occasionally. Bradley reached his right hand back and grabbed your ankle, squeezing it through your jeans. Your heart was full as you looked at Christmas lights and listened to your dad laugh as Bradley told him about how you had managed to break the ice maker last week.

"In my defense, I really thought it would just make the ice come out faster," you informed them indignantly over their laughter.

"You're something else, Sweetheart," Bradley told you as your dad pulled his car into the driveway.

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"Did you have a nice evening?" you asked Bradley as he climbed into bed next to you. Your mom did not object when you put all of your luggage into one bedroom upon arrival. She was giving Rooster her full stamp of approval. He probably even went up a notch when he volunteered to clean the kitchen after dinner. Of course you had helped him, but he was the one who was continually charming your parents all on his own.

"I had a great time, Sweetheart. Your parents like me, don't they? I think they do, right?" he asked, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling you down under the blankets.

You were tired and a little jetlagged, and you wanted to soak up the feeling of being home for a few days, but you could barely keep your eyes open. "Of course they like you. What's not to like?" You yawned while you said, "You're courteous, helpful, funny, and you have a big dick. Oh wait, that's my list of your best qualities." You yawned again.

Bradley chuckled. "Let's get you to sleep," Bradley whispered with a smile. He rubbed your back and told you he loved you, but you were already dozing off.

When you woke up the next morning, you were in bed alone.

You padded along the hallway in your flannel pajamas and slippers until you arrived in the kitchen to find Bradley baking cookies and pies with your mom. Ingredients and recipes were strewn all over the counters, and Bradley was listening intently to directions.

"Okay, now you need to sift the flour," your mom told him.

"Is that when I use this thing?"

"Yep! You're starting to catch on!"

Bradley's face lit up when he saw you in the doorway. "Morning Sweetheart. Check it out, I'm baking!"

Your mom nodded. "He's really doing a good job. You told me he was completely helpless in the kitchen!"

"Hey!" Bradley complained as he gave you a tight hug.

Just as you were about to interject, your dad walked in with his toolbox.

"You ready to get to work on that basement project, Bradley?" he asked your boyfriend. "I don't think it will take too long with your help."

"Absolutely," Bradley responded, washing the flour from his hands before kissing your forehead and following your dad.

"I'm going to need his help again in about an hour!" your mom called out. "He's making the pie toppings!"

"Okay," Bradley and your dad said in unison as they went downstairs.

Then she turned her attention toward you. "You're keeping this one around, right?" your mom asked. "Please tell me you're still serious about him."

"Mom, please, I'm sure he can hear you!"

"I don't care if he does. He just got done telling me how much he loves you. He told me he's dreading leaving you when he's deployed next month. He doesn't know how he can go six weeks without you!" your mom gushed, her hands over her heart.

You groaned. "I haven't even had any coffee yet," you complained. But you weren't annoyed with your mom. You were annoyed that the US Navy thought it was okay to send January's deployment orders out the week before Christmas. When Bradley had read them out loud to you a few days ago, he had a very cautious look on his face, trying to gauge your reaction to his upcoming six weeks of active deployment.

You had tried so hard to be positive and upbeat, but you had ended up crying into his chest for a few minutes. You didn't know how you were going to do it. Your favorite part of every day was eating dinner with him at home after work, and you'd only just moved in with him earlier this month.

After taking a few large sips of coffee, you gave your mom a hug. "Yes, I'm serious about this one."

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It was Christmas Eve, and Bradley had intentionally only had one drink at the bar. You and he had borrowed your dad's car so you could meet up with some old friends, and he needed to get you home safely.

"If one more of them told me how hot they think you are, I was about to scream," you whined, running your hands all over his abs. It was pretty late. Bradley noticed you were getting a little handsy and suggested it was time to go. He buckled you in the front seat as he said, "Let 'em look, Baby Girl. I'm all yours."

Then you moaned as he was about to close the door. You and he hadn't been intimate for a few days with how tired you'd been from having your period, plus the flights to the east coast were exhausting. But that moan really set him off. He closed the door and took a few deep breaths as he walked around the back of the car. He knew you would probably have sex with him in the parking lot if he suggested it. But this was your dad's car, and you were tipsy, and it was freezing cold outside.

All you had to do was look at him and he was half hard, so he would just have to drive back to your parents' house stiff. He slid into the driver's seat and drove off.

"Thanks for coming with me," you whispered as you looked out the frosty window at all of the decorated houses.

"Hey, don't thank me. I had fun meeting your friends."

"Oh, I meant thanks for coming home with me for a few days. And thanks for helping my mom bake. I am seriously impressed you made cookies by yourself! And thanks for helping my dad with everything too," you said, reaching for his hand. "They really think you hung the moon, Roo."

He took another deep breath to collect his thoughts. The word 'marriage' had come up while he was helping your dad remove the old basement flooring. Bradley hadn't meant to bring it up, but it was hard not to. Your dad had simply said, "Whenever you're both ready for that, you don't need to ask me again. You can just ask her."

Shit. He knew you weren't ready. It would probably be a while still. But he was ready. And that's why he hadn't been back to the storage unit in Virginia yet. He knew if he had that ring in the house he shared with you, he would make a mistake by trying to give it to you right away.

So he would wait. He would wait until he had done a few deployments, so you would know what that was like. He would wait until you had been together longer. He would wait until you were definitely ready. However long that took.

When he pulled into the driveway, you were asleep. He scooped you up as gently as he could and managed to get you inside the house. Once he had you in the bedroom, you woke up a little bit and he helped you change into your pajamas. "I love you, Roo," you muttered over and over while giggling, and he realized those Long Island iced teas were hitting you harder than he originally thought.

"I love you too, Baby Girl. Let's get some sleep so Santa can come tonight."

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Christmas morning consisted of just the four of you bundled under blankets, listening to the Christmas playlist you had carefully curated the previous week. You were sipping coffee and eating a muffin, listening to Bradley talk to your parents. There was a light snow falling outside, and you couldn't remember a time you had ever felt more relaxed.

"Help me get dinner ready to go in the oven, and then we can open presents," your mom told your dad. And then you were alone on the couch with Bradley.

"What time do we need to FaceTime your cousins and Maverick?" you whispered against his neck before kissing him there.

"Not for another few hours," he replied, wrapping his left arm around you and taking a huge bite of your muffin.

"Hey," you complained, and then he ate the remaining piece of muffin out of your hand in one bite.

"I really like this. Are we going to be coming here every year for Christmas? Or will we alternate hosting your parents every other year?"

You tried to bite back the grin that threatened to take over your face as you looked at him. "You're really enjoying this? It's nothing too special, we always just kind of hang out all day."

Bradley searched your face, his lips parting slightly. "Y/N, I haven't celebrated a holiday in nineteen years. Not really. Other than occasionally seeing my cousins, and Phoenix taking me with her to Thanksgiving dinner a few times, I never had anyone to celebrate with."

You thought you might start crying when he gently kissed your cheek and teased your skin with his mustache. "I love this, I love being here. It's perfect," he told you as your parents came back in and handed out presents.

"You did not have to get me anything. Just being here has been enough for me," he told your mom as she handed him a wrapped gift.

"Aww, honey, we've loved having you here, but I think this will be good for you," your mom said with a laugh. Bradley unwrapped a book called A Beginners Guide to Cooking and Baking.

He tossed his head back and laughed. "Thank you. I'll use it all the time, I'm sure."

You and Bradley exchanged your gifts to each other, and now you were a little nervous. You'd had a small wooden sign made for the house, and you hoped he would like it. It said "Home Sweet San Diego" and had an F/A-18 carved into the corner. He opened it and examined it with a smile, then set it down on the couch and kissed you.

"Thank you," he whispered against your lips before kissing you again. You almost had to push him away, because it was becoming a steamy kiss for in front of mom and dad. But he seemed to take the hint and withdrew with a grin. "I love it."

And when you opened the rather poorly wrapped box from him and saw matching Hawaiian shirts, you actually squealed with delight. "No way! My own Hawaiian shirt?" They were a yellow and white floral design, and you instantly loved them.

Jumping off the couch, you held it up in front of your pajamas and tossed the bigger one to Bradley. "Can we wear them to the Hard Deck? Everyone will make fun of us, but I don't care. I love it!"

"Anything you want," Bradley told you with a smile.

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After you met some of his cousins over a video chat and then said hi to Maverick, it was time for dinner. It was nice, just the four of you spending time together. And then you ate the pies and cookies that Bradley helped your mom bake. And the amount of love in your heart was ridiculous.

"It stopped snowing. Want to go for a walk?" you asked Bradley as you looked out the window at the snow on the ground.

"Sure," Bradley replied, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He was wearing the new flannel shirt your parents got for him, and it was soft and warm.

You told your parents you'd be out for a long walk, and then you had to borrow their heavy winter coats. Once you were as bundled as you could be, given your San Diego clothing, you made your way outside.

The neighborhood was soft and snow covered. The couple inches of snow muffled everything and made your footsteps along the sidewalk almost silent. Bradley slipped your glove covered hand into his, and you ambled along with him, occasionally stopping to check out some Christmas lights. Each lit up house made the darkness come alive around you.

"I think I missed the snow," you whispered. Your nose was getting cold now, but the bite of the icy air brought back memories of your childhood.

Bradley hummed in response. "Then it's probably a better idea for us to come here for Christmas every year instead of alternating."

You pulled him down for a quick kiss, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest. "You do that all the time. Talk about the future like you're so sure about it."

"I'm sure about you," he whispered back. "The other stuff will work out around that."

You bit your lip and held his face between your hands. You had to physically force the words out. "It's all the other stuff that scares me. I'm terrified of your deployment next month."

He pulled you snug against him. "Sweetheart, don't be scared. I'm not going anywhere. I'll come back to you every single time. I'll fight for that if I need to."

You knew he was telling the truth. He'd done it before. He was smart and strong and sure of himself, and he'd do it again if he had to.

"I love you, Bradley. I love everything about you."

He kissed you hard, his cold nose gently moving against your nose and cheek. You couldn't get enough of him. "Let's go back," you told him. "I want to touch you without gloves on."

Bradley took your hand, and the two of you slipped and slid along the snowy sidewalks as you made your way back through the festive neighborhood.

As he helped you into the darkened house, you were tearing off your gloves and touching his face again. His cheeks were rosy and cold, and his lips were a little rougher from being outside. He was perfect. You took his coat off and hung it up, then you started to unbutton his new flannel shirt.

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"Baby Girl, we can't," he muttered, locking the front door and glancing around to check for your parents.

"Yes we can, we just have to be quiet. Can you be quiet?" you asked him, unzipping his jeans.

Bradley had to admit, the idea of fucking you in your parents' house was kind of appealing. "I can, Sweetheart. Not sure about you though."

"I'm a good girl. I can be quiet," you promised him with a little pout, and his cock was instantly hard. He let you lead, and you took his hand in yours, pulling him into the bedroom you were sharing. You turned on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room in a soft glow. Then you pressed your finger to your lips, and Bradley nodded, reassuring you he'd be quiet as a mouse.

"Don't forget, their room is right across the hall," you whispered, undressing him completely and leaving him standing naked in front of you. He watched your hand glide over his skin from his neck down to his hip. Your chilly fingers should have been uncomfortable on him, but rather they were getting him hotter and hotter.

Then you dropped to your knees. You were still fully clothed as you licked the tip of him, a sight that he found extremely arousing. He let his fingers tangle in your hair as you took him further into your mouth. You were good at this, there was no denying that. It felt fucking heavenly every single time you licked and sucked him. And he loved watching you, because you always seemed to want this as much as he did.

But right now, he wanted to cum in your pussy, not your mouth. So he let himself enjoy another minute of your swirling tongue and hollowed out cheeks before hauling you silently to your feet. He pulled your sweater off followed by your bra, and kissed every inch of you as quietly as he could. When he ran his mustache along your neck, your breathing picked up and you undid your jeans for him. He slid them down and you delicately stepped out of them. He kissed you once through your panties before standing.

"Such a sweet girl," he whispered, and he had you rubbing yourself all over him.

He actually loved this, trying to keep quiet at your parents house. He felt like a teenager. And he wanted you to know how much fun this was for him.

"Don't get loud, Baby Girl. Don't want to get caught," he told you before laying you down on the bed. He propped himself on top of you and nipped at your lips softly as he started grinding himself against you through your underwear. Your eyes were squeezed closed as you tipped your head back and rocked up against him.

He spread your legs a bit and slowly slid your underwear down your legs, and then without warning, he slipped himself inside you. He watched as you bit your lip when he started moving, slowly fucking you. He made sure he was being so quiet as he told you, "I thought you said you were a good girl. Good girls don't fuck like this at their parents' house."

You looked like it was taking everything inside you to stay quiet as he continued to move. "Maybe you got put on the naughty list this year. That would explain a lot. That's probably why you're getting such a nice, big dick for Christmas."

He listened to you whimper as you smiled up at him in awe. Bradley tested out a harder thrust, making sure the bed stayed quiet. So far so good. He alternated between moving almost painfully slowly and adding in a sharp thrust here and there for good measure.

Oh, you were so into this. You were grabbing at his shoulders and nodding your head yes as his lips closed gently around your nipple. When you started moving a little too fast for the level of finesse that was required here, Bradley used his hands to pin your hips to the bed. He shook his head solemnly down at you.

"See, that's how you got put on the naughty list. Keep that up, and I'll have to stop."

You went silent and completely still, your expressive eyes pleading with him. His cock twitched inside you, begging for more; it was the only dead giveaway that he'd absolutely die right now before he stopped fucking you to completion.

"I'll be good now," you promised, licking your lips and begging him. "Please keep going."

He slipped his thumb into your mouth. "That's my insurance policy. No more noise," he scolded as he gently caressed your cheek with his fingers. And then he did as you so sweetly asked, pushing into you one inch at a time until he bottomed out, over and over again. He went so slowly, rubbing his pelvic bone against you when he was close; he knew so well how to get you there with him.

Your face looked so pretty, still pink from being outside, as you sucked on his thumb when you came. He buried his face against your neck, still fucking you slow and steady, as he came inside you, filling you up.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I love you, Y/N."

You ran your fingers up and down his neck as he draped himself partially across your body. "I love you too, Roo. Merry Christmas."

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The following evening, on the flight back to San Diego, you asked Bradley if he would go back to see your parents again with you in a few months, as long as he wasn't on deployment.

"You don't even need to ask, of course I will."

Then you fell asleep on Bradley's shoulder. He held onto your hand, listening to your even breathing while you drooled on his shirt. It took him almost an hour to talk himself out of visiting his storage unit in Virginia.

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Thanks for reading! Hopefully we are all okay with Christmas in October (yikes!). I'm trying to keep things for B and BG in order leading up to his January deployment. And thank you to @bradshawsbitch for being lovely and helping me get this one-shot where I wanted it to be!

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offdacabsav2 · 10 months

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We’re All About to Die

Chaos.

Destruction.

Fire.

Screaming.

Alcohol.

Cheering.

Friendship.

And a celebration to end the world.

Inside the bar were the teams SSSN, CFVY, RWBY, and the newly formed RENO. If you weren’t getting shit-faced you were about to.

Yang danced and shouted atop the counter, Blake and Ruby egging her on. That attracted most attention inside the bar. SSSN lingered, partying away the dread. Oscar stay locked inside Ruby’s swaying grip. Nora sat on Ren’s shoulders, spurring him to run wild around the building.

Emerald and Yatsuhashi chatted with a noticeable slur. Coco interrupted every now and then with a miserably-placed flirt or joke.

It seemed as if everyone enjoyed their delusion.

However, there were two characters that remain absent.

Weiss weaved through the crowd, excusing herself if she bumped into someone.

Yang: “Weissy, Weissy, where have you been?” The blonde nearly stumbled, her grin lopsided as she held onto Blake and a cocktail.

Weiss: “Watching over you all to make sure something stupid doesn’t happen.”

Blake: “No fun in that,” She responded, downing a shot.

Weiss: “Well, one of us has to be a responsible adult. Anyway, where’s Jaune? Have you seen him?”

Ruby: “Balcony!” The Huntress yelled over the commotion, pointing to an open door that let in the night.

She glanced warily at her friends gorging themselves in delirium, but peeled off to find him.

It required a certain amount of grace to maneuver around the drunkards, whether they be on the floor or flailing their arms about as they danced.

There existed a noticeable lack of anyone near the open balcony that allowed a chill cold in.

She peeked outside, getting a glimpse of blonde hair tainted by white streaks on a couch.

Weiss: “Jaune?” She asked, fully exiting the party.

Jaune: “Hey,” He responded with a small grin “Thought you were enjoying the festivities.”

Weiss: “Festivities, I’m not sure I would call it that I never inherited my mother’s taste for alcohol. Besides, parties aren’t my thing.”

He exhaled, a half-hearted attempt at a laugh.

She gingerly sat next to him on the soft couch. Cozy enough to hit the hay in mere moments if it wasn’t for the icy wind and her heart beating faster in his presence.

She cleared her throat before speaking.

Weiss: “You’ve been avoiding us for hours.”

Jaune: “Parties aren’t my thing.”

Weiss: “Yes, but… Jaune…” Her icy sapphires locked to his blue eyes.

The Ice Queen’s expression faded into a frown.

Jaune: “I know. Just wanted some time to think.”

Weiss: “Am I interrupting?”

Jaune: “Interrupting some negative thoughts, so I definitely prefer you to stick around.”

Weiss: “Do you want to talk about it?”

She stared at his painfully blank face. No sign of emotion behind it.

Jaune: “No,” He replied softly.

She wouldn’t say it was tension between them, but more like situational tension.

A clock on the wall ticked to a new hour.

One hour closer.

Weiss: “It seems unfair.”

Jaune: “What?” He asked.

Weiss: “People with aura can avoid hangovers. Unfair to the people without aura, don’t you think?”

Jaune: “Maybe, but there’s a reason Yang’s a party animal.”

She chuckled at that.

A solemn chuckle.

She checked the clock again.

Jaune: “Me too. I’ve been watching time trudge by since I got out here. Swear to God tonight has lasted 18 hours.”

Weiss: “Just restless, I suppose.”

Jaune: “We all are.”

The party raged in the background. Weiss observed it, seeing mostly chaos. Amidst the chaos, Nora danced with Ren, tears running down her face as she smiled.

Jaune: “At first, I wanted it to last forever. Then I got sick of waiting.”

It shocked her how blank his tone sounded. It scared her more than the sunrise.

Weiss: “There’s still so many things I want to do,” She admitted, subtly scooting closer to him.

His peripheral caught her movements. He smiled.

Jaune: “It is unfair.”

She looked up at him.

Still, he faced the clawed moon.

Weiss: “I wanted to say thank you…”

He faced her.

Weiss: “… For helping with my family. I feel like I’m finally experiencing what that is supposed to be like, and I have you to thank.”

Jaune: “All I did was get you guys together. Everything else was you.”

Weiss: “My mother was so inappropriate, talking about how handsome you were.”

Jaune: “Really?” He nodded, contemplating something.

Weiss: “Never been more embarrassed.”

He hummed, leaning back.

Jaune: “She free Saturday?”

Weiss: “Jaune!” She reprimanded with a playful slap and a failed grimace.

Instead, she felt her smile widen as his charming grin appeared for the first time in… a long time.

Jaune: “You know I can’t help it. Older women flock to me.”

Weiss: “Worryingly so,” she bumped his shoulder, using it as an excuse to shorten the distance between them.

Jaune: “What about you?”

Weiss: “What about me?”

Jaune: “Are you free Saturday?”

She felt her insides tumble and fall onto a trampoline, constantly propelling them up and down.

Yet, dread set in.

Weiss: “Saturday’s a long ways away,” She said, her excitement dying slightly.

Jaune shrugged.

Jaune: “Guess we’ll just have to power through the week, huh?”

Weiss: “Is this another one of those conversations where we talk, but we don’t actually talk?”

Jaune: “What is there to talk about?”

Weiss: “A lot, Jaune, a lot.”

Jaune: “I don’t know. Fear’s gotta way of clearing your mind.”

Weiss: “My mind doesn’t feel very cleared.”

Jaune: “I could help.”

She nearly stammered on her next words.

Jaune: “Y’know, it’s always super easy to tell when you’re blushing.”

Weiss: “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jaune Arc. Frankly, I think you have truly lost it.”

Jaune: “Just saying,” His gaze returned to the moon and a swaying, blood red forest. “You cleared mine. I believe in returning favors.”

Weiss: “I believe you’re a dork.”

Finally, she worked up the courage to fully press herself against him.

Jaune: “A charismatic dork, for sure.”

Weiss: “Sure,” She teased, laying her head against his shoulder.

The Arc lifted his arm. Weiss suddenly panicked, thinking she had taken it too far.

However, her fear was erased once he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.

Now, her head lay on the side of his chest, moving with his breathing and taking him in.

They remained this way for an unknown amount of time.

Jaune: “There is a lot of things I want to do,” He finally spoke, his voice vibrating against her ear.

Weiss: “Like what?”

Jaune: “This was on the bucket list. Safe to say it’s been crossed out.”

Weiss: “Anything else on your list? Anything… more than balconies and scenic views?”

Jaune: “It’s certainly a possibility. Man, if only I could remember.”

Weiss: “Sounds like I need to clear your head again.”

The Ice Queen adopted a suggestive smirk as she separated from his hold and sat forward to face him.

Jaune: “I think it goes both ways.”

He inched closer, feeling her permanently frosty breath dancing across his face.

Weiss: “Perhaps,” She replied, stopping mere centimeters from him.

Her eyes glanced between his eyes and lips.

Jaune, however, never lost sight of her eyes.

Jaune: “I want this to last forever, and I’m sick of waiting.”

The two closed the distance as the clock struck midnight. Their moon glowed bright, illuminating more than it ever had before.

Weiss’ hand came to rest on his face, bringing him flush to her body.

Neither wanted to stop. Letting go might have resulted in time speeding forward.

So, Weiss decided to cross a star off her personal achievements.

Weiss: “You haven’t asked about my bucket list.”

Jaune: “Kinda forgot as soon as we kissed. But, what else is on yours?”

Weiss: “I distinctly remember there being a vacant bedroom upstairs. I tested it and the walls are practically soundproof. Coming in and out.”

Jaune: “You’re telling me you mapped this out? All of it?”

A bark of laughter echoed on the porch. It developed into a long series of cackling.

Weiss: “Oh, shut up and follow me.”

Jaune: “I’m flattered, I really am.”

The others watched the two vanish behind the door to a stairway, knowing looks being passed around.

Yang: “Round 7, send ‘em my way!”

The moon fell and, eventually, the sun rose.

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xcherrypie · 4 months

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Sunburn & Silk dresses

Summary: your on holiday with Sam and he decides to call it an early night, for the both of you.

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Rolling over in your shared bed you stretch over and reach out for Sam. You both were currently on holiday with your best friend Molly, and her boyfriend Cal, in the most beautiful Greek island. Admittedly, you’d never been on such a chilled holiday, but spending it with Sam made it even better. “Sam?” you called out once you had registered that you couldn’t feel his touch. “I’m through here” he chuckled in response. “You overslept from your nap babe, we have to leave in half an hour” he continued. Oh shit, you forgot, you had a meal booked for just you and Sam at some posh restaurant you saw while exploring the island, the day before. Truthfully you were looking forward to some time alone together, as much as you love your best friend and her boyfriend you didn’t realise how little time alone you and Sam would get, even moments spent at your villa was as a group of four, dancing around by the pool, or talking the night away.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You groaned as you approached Sam, he looked so good, leaning against the balcony of your room, wearing nothing but his boxers and a golden tan. “I was going to pet, just you looked so peaceful” Sam smiled down at you as you rubbed circles on his back. “Come get back in bed with me” you whispered against Sam’s ear. He grabbed your wrists in response brining your bodies to collide together, faces centimetres apart. “I can’t, you need to get ready, or we will be late” he smirked, his lips hovering over yours as he spoke, for him to then plant a sweet kiss on your nose. You whined in response, knowing how much Sam enjoyed teasing you like this.

You free yourself from his grip, and head to your bathroom to get ready, Sam couldn’t help but stare at you as you walked away from him. He was in awe of how hot you looked, in his favourite look of yours; a pair of lace knickers and one of his cotton shirts. You were also sporting a nice tan, however Sam loved the little bits of sunburn that brushed your nose and cheeks, he found it adorable.

Sam’s mouth dropped when you entered the bedroom after quickly getting ready, he sat on the edge of the the bed, taking all of you in. He pulled you closer, to stand in-between his legs as he looked up at you, “look at you” he murmured lowly, overwhelmed by how irresistible you looked in your tight fitting, silk cocktail dress, that flowed out so elegantly past your hips. “Who you trying to impress ay?” he smirked jokingly. “Oh, no one that important” you sarcastically replied, leaving a deep kiss against his lips, as you played with the buttons on his loose fitted shirt. “Right let’s go” you laughed.” Before we actually are late” You leant back offering you hand out to Sam, pulling him from his seated position at the edge of the bed, he slapped your arse as you spun around to guid him to the exit of your villa, fearing you’d both never actually make it out of there for your meal.

Yourself and Sam had a lovely time out for food, full of laughter and pointless chit chat, Sam could do that forever with you, just sit and listen to you talk about whatever pops to mind. You both express how good the food was and how full you are now and decide to head back to the villa, expecting Molly and Cal to be waiting for you, for a night of games and drinking by the pool. And you were right, “ah here they are, dirty stop outs” Molly winked at you as you entered the villa. “We’ve been waiting for you for ages” she continued. “Sorry sorry, we were a bit late to our table and had to wait for a taxi back, but we’re here now” you replied, giving your best friend a hug while Sam placed himself next to her boyfriend, them both opening bottles of beer.

“As if we’ve only got two nights left” Molly exclaimed, slurring on her words. As the night continued Molly along with her boyfriend had decided to make the most of the fridge full of alcohol and as a result ended up a fair amount more intoxicated than both you and Sam. You didn’t mind though, everyone was enjoying the night and Sam just got more attractive as the night continued, the moon highlighting his features and his shirt moving with the warm night breeze against his body, you were finding it hard to concentrate. Therefore it was only fair you made Sam just as distracted as you.

Subtly throughout the night you do things that you know will drive him crazy, from suggestive eye contact every now and then, to positioning yourself on his lap during conversations. You know he equally won’t be able to resist you by the end of the night. While sat next to him you run your fingertips across his thigh getting closer to what you wanted by the second. He shot you with a look of both frustration and lust, only encouraging you more.

“I think we’re gonna call it a night” Sam quickly told Cal, whilst grabbing hold of your hand, already half leading you to your room. “Alright mate, see you in the morning for breakfast” he replied while Molly gave you a kiss on the cheek signalling her goodnight. You were worried you came across rude, leaving so abruptly but Molly and Cal were so merry you figured yours and Sam’s absence wouldn’t make all that difference.

The closer you got to your room the more you needed Sam. You didn’t have long to wait though, the second you entered your room the door was slammed shut and you were thrown onto the bed. “It’s been so difficult for me tonight you know” Sam spoke, positioning his body over yours, landing wet kisses in the crook of your neck. “Trying to keep my hands of you ain’t easy at the best of times y/n, especially when your acting like you are” he continues, straddling your hips. You feel your underwear soaking through, beginning to get impatient. “And how have I been acting?” You respond innocently knowing this would set him off even further.

Sam didn’t even reply, he just pushed his body up from the bed and stood at the foot of it, grabbing your legs and dragging your entrance to the foot of the bed also in the process. While still holding your legs in the air he stats kissing down each leg, making you whine out. “Sam please” you moan as his hands make there way up your dress, playing with the fabric on your knickers. “Hm not nice is it? Not being able to have what you want straight away” he smirked, looking up at you through his eyelashes. Without giving you a chance to reply Sam yanked your knickers off over your legs, leaving his face hovering over your heat. You find your hands playing with his hair, hoping it’ll encourage him to give you what you desire.

You threw your head back in pleasure as he took a big lick up your folds, “So wet for me” he smiled. “Hmm Sam” you croaked while he starts placing gentle kisses on your clit, you find yourself gripping onto the bedsheets. Sam notices and grabs your wrists pinning them to your side so all you can do is take the pleasure he’s giving you. While he starts sucking on your clit, your vision goes blurry, overwhelmed with how good his tounge feels, you sit up and look down at him, you have such a good view, but it pushes you over the edge.

“I need you Sam please” you plead. “I need you to fuck me” you continue, short of breath. Without hesitation Sam gets up from his kneeling position and in one swift motion removed your dress from over your head, you return the favour to Sam, removing his shirt. You continue to unbuckle the belt on his shorts when you feel how hard he is under the material. “Oh my god” you gasp, smirking up at him. “It’s what you do to me love” he responded, before kicking of his shorts along with his boxers in the process.

You start running your hand up and down the shaft of his hard length while he spreads kisses all over your chest, an occasional suck on your nipples, making you go crazy. You line up his dick with your entrance and he slowly enters you, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “Shit you feel so good” he pants, thrusting into you deeply. “Sam don’t stop” you beg as you can feel that your close and need to release. As much as Sam would like to tease you all night, he too needed to feel you badly. His thrusts get harder, as does your grip on his shoulders and moans start filling your room. So much so it’s not until after a few seconds later you hear shuffling and movement from outside your door. Shit, Molly and Cal must be making their way to bed. “Sh, your gonna have to be quiet”, Sam half moan, half whispers to your ear. But as you feel your climax approaching it was harder to keep your moans at bay than you thought. As a result Sam covers your mouth with his hand, turning you on even further. By the way that Sam’s thrusts into you have softened and his thighs start to shake, you could tell he was about to cum. “You ready” Sam smirked. You nodded, his hand still covering your mouth to muffle your moans. “Fuck” Sam croaked, as your eyes rolled back at your orgasm, your legs also starting to shake. Sam presses gentle pecks on your lips then climbed off you, the whole time admiring how beautiful you looked, despite your hair being a mess and beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. He moved himself next to you, placing his arm under your head for you to snuggle into, “Fuck I love you” Sam sighed smiling down at you.

Notes: Hey lovelies, this is my first time writing smut so please let me know how it is, also the teaser for “Homesick” looks incredible, can’t wait!

#imagines #smut #indie music #sam x reader #sam fender imagines #sam fender #one shot #boyfriend imagine #Spotify

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 3 months

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little sunshine. - i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me)

cardinal copia x sister of sin! reader part 6.

masterlist. / little sunshine masterlist.

taglist: @gothicwonderlust, @jaymechaos, @siouxbauhaus, @millerthats

a/n: dude... idk why this took me so long to write but i really really hope you enjoy it! this is the longest chapter i've ever written (i think) as well! also we're not gonna talk about the theme being winter when valentine's day is literally next week,,,,,, i swear i started this in january ok

warnings/things to note: female reader, pet names, autistic Copia (perhaps), established relationship, this is basically the 'prom' episode of the series ykwim

enjoy <3

word count: 3,012 words.

The weeks preparing had flown by, the decorations slowly but surely popping up around the halls of the Ministry. You were walking to pick up your dress from the dry cleaner’s. It wasn’t new (you’d found it hanging in your closet left by the previous Sister who’d moved away), but it fit you perfectly, as if the previous owner had left it for you on purpose. The dress itself was drop-dead gorgeous— a wine red with some black lace trim on the Halter-strap bodice, and the Grucifix logo embroidered on the left side of the hip, the skirt flowing downwards in a trumpet style.

As you carried it to your room, your friend Sister Lucie was walking along with you, chatting about some sort of ghoul drama.

“Allegedly he tried to bury them in the garden, but one of them escaped the hole and lit half of the plants on fire!” She tittered, holding her royal blue dress delicately.

You couldn’t help but giggle as well. “That seems so silly. Do you know whose ghoul that was?” “Oh, uh… I think it was your boyfriend’s.”

That made you stop in your tracks, your heart dropping to your stomach. “Boyfriend? What are you talking about?” Lucie stopped as well. “Well, yeah… you and that Cardinal dude, the one with the rats? You guys fucked, didn’t you?”

You coughed, your face heating up. “Just because I spent the night in his room doesn’t mean we fucked!” Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Oh… sorry. But you guys are an item though, right? Sister Audrey caught y’all making out in the kitchen a few weeks ago.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, “It’s fine. And yes, we did. But we’re not… official yet, I don’t think. I mean, I’d like to be, but he’s, y’know, pretty shy about all this, so..” She nodded in understanding. “I get it. But really?? Copia, of all the Cardinals?? I don’t mean to be rude, but girl— you can do better than him!” You shook your head and smiled. “I know, but I really like him!”

Finally, you reach your room, where Sister Leah was already starting to get ready, her hair in silk curlers which she’d left in overnight. “Who’s your date, hm?” You teased as you hung up your dress, sitting on your side at the shared vanity space.

“I’m going by myself, you know me. I like being single, thank you very much.” Leah replied, rolling her eyes as she slid into her dress— a black-and-gold fitted dress, with off the shoulder sleeves.

You checked her out and smiled. “You’re gorgeous, girlie! What are you going to do with your hair though?” She took out her curlers and lightly combed her raven-colored hair, matching perfectly with her tan skin. “No idea. Maybe just this or have Melissa braid it for me when I’m there so it won’t get in the way when I dance. Oh, I forgot to ask! You’re coming down with us, right?”

“No, no this time.” You shook your head and smiled. “I’m going with Copia!”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Seriously?! You were for real about that?! Is he, like, holding you at gunpoint or something?! Did his rats bite you and you’re contracting rabies?!” You laughed. “No! I just… I like him a lot. He’s actually really sweet and considerate. He’s very old-fashioned, you know? Not because he’s old, but— you know what I mean, right?”

She made a face, sitting next to you as she started to apply her makeup. “Whatever you say.”

Around 7pm, you were ready to go. Leah and a few of your friends were making TikTok’s about their outfits and hairstyles. You wore dark red-to-black eyeshadow, fiercely sharp cat-eye black eyeliner, and of course, deep red lipstick to match your dress. You’d also put your hair half up half down, lightly curled and adorned with golden rose charms. Your friends were all gorgeous, but your beauty was unmatched.

“Ugh, all my friends are hot!!” Sister Calista whined as she looked at the photos on her phone.

You and Copia had been texting back and forth as well, sending snippets of each other’s outfits. The one that made you audibly snort was when he tried taking a mirror selfie, but he was holding Biscotti in one hand and on the verge of dropping him as Biscotti seemed more interested in chewing the phone case than posing for the photo.

You made it your lock screen because it was just so adorable.

Five or so minutes later, you heard a knock on the door, causing everyone’s heads to turn. You stood up in your black platform Mary Janes, making you maybe two or three inches taller than usual, and opened the door to see a nervous Copia standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses. His suit was similar to his Cardinal’s robes, probably a standard uniform for formal events, you figured. Only this time he was wearing a tie with the Grucifix logo printed on it as a design.

Upon seeing your beauty, of course his face would immediately flush almost as red as your dress. “Eh…. You look… Wow. I-I mean—! Ugh, why is this so difficult…” he mumbled, turning his head and holding out the bouquet for you. “These- these are- they’re for you. You like roses, yes? Please say yes…”

You were so touched by the romantic gesture, taking them delicately and cooing. “You’re so sweet, thank you! Give me one minute, I’ll put these by my bed.”

“Oh, okay. Good. Yeah, go— go do that. Mhm.” He nodded awkwardly, giving you a lopsided smile as you closed the door briefly, showing off the flowers to your girlfriends, who also collectively ‘aww’ed.

“I’ll see you guys there!” You called as you opened the door again, stepping out and holding your black clutch bag. “Aww, you got all dressed up for me.” You purred, smirking mischievously as he stood staring at you like a dumb fool.

“Eh? Oh! Y-Yes, hello!” He cleared his throat and fixed his tie before offering his arm out. “I-I can take your bag? Or you can keep it, that’s- that’s fine too.”

You handed your clutch to him with a small titter, lacing your arm into his as well. “I-I’m so glad we can do this… you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, amore mio…” he mumbled timidly.

“And you are the most handsome, sweetheart.” You smiled and he flushed even redder, this man was pathetic. But you loved him either way.

The formal was being held in the main chapel of the Ministry, all the pews cleared off to the sides and replaced with round tables and chairs. There was an opening in the middle, presumably the dance floor. To the left, a photobooth where a group of Siblings were bombarding the poor photographer. To the right was the dessert and beverage bar, ranging in many different cuisines to fit everyone’s dieting habits. Everything was decorated with icicles and snowflakes, little ice skates placed intricately around the room and miniature light-up snow globes as centerpieces. Copia let out a low whistle as he checked out the area. “Wow… very fancy-shmancy, ain’t it?”

You nodded with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, they really went all out this year. Wonder why?”

He shrugged. “Did you, um… want to take a photo when it’s not busy? O-Or we don’t have to! I… I don’t know. I just wanted a nice photo of you for my wallet. N-Not in the stalker way, though! Like, eh… W-We’re together now, right? S-So– I-I mean!–”

He buried his face in his hands again, and you pried them away gently with a soft smile playing at your lips. “You’re so silly. Never change, Copia. Never change.”

He gulped and nodded, unable to look you in the eye as his cheeks continued to burn red. “You’re too good to me. I-I don’t deserve you… I’m so pathetic.”

“Hey, hey.” You took the sides of his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Don’t talk like that. You are just as deserving of love as anyone else in this room, okay? Now, we’re here to have fun and celebrate the new year, yeah?”

He nodded, an apologetic smile on his face, leaning to yours and lightly pecking your nose. “Thank you, amore.”

You hummed in contentment, releasing his face but not before you returned the gesture, your lipstick transferring onto his nose but neither of you noticed. As you sat at your assigned table together, chatting about some of your interests (he was heavily invested in some retro game called ‘Driving Miss Daisy,’ which you’d never heard of before), a ghoul approached you both and got you two as it was your turn for the photo booth.

“Ahm.. good. Good-good, let’s go, yes?” he smiled crookedly, offering his arm yet again.

You walked arm in arm and stood in front of a periwinkle backdrop decorated with sparkly blue and white streamers, along with snowflake cutouts and a few blue and silver balloons. The ghoul told you both that you could take up to four photos, and pointed to the table nearby where there were cutout props and cheap boas in different colors. You took a white one and wrapped it around Copia’s neck, drawing him in closer until your bodies were flushed together. You smiled and looked at the camera, where the ghoul was ready to take the first photo. Copia on the other hand was mumbling a multitude of unintelligible words in Itanglese as the ghoul snapped the photo, the flash stinging your eyes a bit. “Aw, c’mon, baby! Smile!” you giggled and tossed the boa back to the table, now switching your pose to the classic prom pose, only your arms were around his waist, his back pressed against your chest as you hugged him closer.

“Eh… Amore, this– this is the wrong way,” he mumbled. “I’m supposed to be holding the girl, n-not– um..”

“But you’re the babygirl in this relationship,” you teased as you propped your chin on his shoulder, your cheeks grazing each other’s. He squeaked and whimpered a weak reply, his voice unable to be comprehensible.

The ghoul took another photo, cooing softly at the sight of you two being so affectionate.

You took two more photos, one of him with your lips hovering over your cheek and you copying him in the other. However, you actually kissed his cheek, and this time you did notice that your dark lipstick had left an imprint on his pale complexion. You chuckled but didn’t say anything, taking his hand and waiting for the ghoul to put the photos in a collage and print out two copies.

Copia kept glancing around nervously, as if he was ashamed to be seen with you in fear of others thinking you took him to this event out of pity.

You lightly squeezed his hand, causing his head to snap back at you. He gulped as he saw your warning expression, causing him to nod and take a deep breath.

The ghoul chirped to get both of your attention, holding out the photo strips for you to take. You thanked the ghoul and gave him a few appreciative scritches to his chin, causing him to trill and clap his hands in joy.

You handed him his copy as he led you back to the table, noticing a few Siblings giving him playful smiles as he still hadn’t noticed the kiss mark you left on him. However, he turned to you as you both sat down, looking at you timidly. “Do I… have something on my face?”

“Oh, only a little gift I left you from earlier,” you hummed and opened your clutch, handing him your compact mirror so he could see. His eyes widened as he saw the outline of your lips on his left cheek.

“S-Sorella! Amore mio, perché non me l'hai detto prima? I-I-I look like un idiota!” he sputtered out quickly, taking his glove off and rapidly swiping at it to get it off. His face was almost as scarlet as your dress from how embarrassed he was.

You couldn’t help but laugh, taking out a makeup remover wipe and helping him.

“Ugh, you torture an old man,” he groaned.

“Oh, honey, it’s not that bad.”

“It is! Now I look even more pathetic…”

You were about to say something sarcastic in return, but more Siblings and their dates had arrived at your table and kept grabbing your attention. However you kept your hand securely fitted with Copia’s under the table, trying your best to include him in the conversation but it seemed like the Siblings were too scared to confront him due to his rank.

As more people filed in, Copia’s hand gripped your own hand tighter. He was anxious, he had never been good with big crowds of people that he knew. Sure, he could sing nonstop for two hours for thousands of people, but these were people he saw on a day-to-day basis.

You held up his hand and pressed a kiss to the back, running your thumb on the side soothingly in hopes to calm him down, which evidently worked; he took in a deep breath and smiled weakly.

“I-I’ll go get some drinks. Did you want anything, water, soda?” he offered, he was so polite.

You opted for water, smiling and watching him as he wandered to the beverage bar. The Siblings sitting at the table with you took this opportunity to talk to you alone.

“Girl, why?” Brother Nathan asked.

“What do you mean ‘why?’”

“Because he’s– eugh!” Brother Theo made a sour face, holding onto Nathan’s hand tightly. “He’s a Cardinal, much higher ranking than you! Is he your sugar daddy or something? Because honey, we can call someone to raise your paycheck at the library–”

“Stop, ew! He’s not doing anything like that!” You scoffed. “I actually really enjoy his company. He’s just shy, if you would just give him a chance to warm up to you, and maybe even warm up to him in return, you'll know he’s very sweet and considerate!”

“Right… and this is the guy that has like… fifteen rats?” Sibling Everest grimaced.

“Oh, stop it, E.” Sister Nicole huffed. “Don’t say that like we don’t have a pet snake in our room.”

“But it’s only one of Nugget! There’s multiple rats!” They defended themself.

“Guys, maybe we should chill. I don’t think he’d appreciate us talking smack about him behind his back like this. We’re supposed to be having fun, remember?” Theo spoke up before the argument got heated.

Everest sighed. “Whatever.”

Copia returned not a minute later, holding five drinks in both hands. “Eh… I got you all some, uh.. Some water. Here,” he passed them along the table, now noticing some tension in the air from the previous conversation.

“Ah… it’s about my rats, isn’t it?” he chuckled sheepishly. “They are perfectly healthy, no- no bad germs, I can assure. And they mostly stay in my room, don’t worry.”

You chuckled as he attempted to socialize, holding his hand gently in reassurance. The rest of the Siblings nodded and tried to be more friendly, though every time they spoke to him, they gave you all skeptical looks.

After everyone had filled their stomachs with food and drinks, Sister Imperator made a few announcements congratulating the upper ranks on a very successful turnout of new Siblings and churchgoers, along with a few achievements from the newly summoned ghouls. She made it pretty short as Papa Nihil needed some medical attention and was wheeled out of the room on oxygen, clutching his saxophone and grumbled in a rusty voice, “I can still play, Seestor! Let me play just once!”

Soon after, I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston started playing, courtesy of the ghoul manning the DJ booth. Siblings just sat awkwardly, unsure if they could dance on the floor or not. You took this opportunity to grab Copia’s hands and yank him out of the chair, pulling him to the dance floor. “C’mon, baby! Let’s go make this official!”

“A-A-Amore, I cannot dance!” he whimpered shakily as you took him to the middle of the dance floor, suddenly twirling him around and making him do the same to you, causing you to giggle. “Yes, you can dance! I’ve seen you on stage before!” “Well, y-yes, but not like this!!” he gasped as you dipped him, pecking him on the lips once more, the watchful eyes of the Siblings widening and a few gasping in shock and amusement. Not a moment later, more Siblings were slowly crawling to the dance floor, singing along and dancing with their friends or partners.

“I-I don’t know the dance to this song, amore!” Copia mumbled, letting you take the lead as you sang the lyrics to him, laughing. “There’s not supposed to be a certain dance, hon! Just feel the music!”

As the song continued, Copia began to feel more confident, finally twirling you around a few times and dipping you in return. “Is it like this, eh… baby?”

“Mhm,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he brought you upright again. You both took a breather to gaze into one another’s eyes, a faint blush on both of your faces. Copia gulped before impulsively leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, holding the kiss for several seconds. You could feel his hands starting to coil around your waist as you both ignored the collective oohing from your peers, and just as he pulled away you followed him, kissing back. This wasn’t a kiss of lust, nor of desire. This felt natural, as if you two were meant to be together, in each other’s arms. It felt like true love.

As you finally pulled away with a chuckle, you could swear you could hear Copia singing under his breath, “I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me…”

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In The Name of Love | Chapter 18

Author's note: A bit of a filler chapter before things happen next week 👀

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Masterlist

"Oh, she's back!"

"Hello, Silvia" I say, walking into our apartment and letting myself fall on the sofa.

"How was your sexual retreat?"

"My what?" I laugh.

"You've spent two weeks with your boyfriend in a house in the middle of nowhere. Alone. Are you telling me you've spent all that time playing chess?"

"We actually did play chess a couple of nights."

"Oh, c'mon, Val."

"We did" I say. "We played chess, Uno, did some touristy things, went to the beach, took the longest naps, worked out, had lunch with his family, had sex in every room of the house multiple times, cooked the most delicious meals, danced in the town's square…"

"Wait, wait, wait. You had lunch with his family?" Silvia gasps.

"Yeah…"

"How… How did that happen?"

"Last weekend were the town's festivities and they have some friends there who invited them over to spend some time together. They knew Pedri was at the house, decided to go pay him a visit and…" I shrug.

"Please tell me they didn't catch you doing anything."

"We were napping. But it was so embarrassing… The night before we had been in town until very late and we were shattered, so after lunch we just layed down on the sofa and passed out. It was one of those naps that make you drool all over yourself and that when you wake up you don't know where you are."

"Oh, I'm familiar with those" she chuckles.

"Since we weren't answering the door, his parents just walked in because they had a copy of the keys. And when they made it to the living room, they found their son sleeping half naked on a sofa with a woman also half naked sleeping on top of him" I explain while covering my face with my hands, the embarrassment of the moment coming back.

"When you say half naked you mean…"

"We both were topless and in our underwear. It was really hot and we were so tired… Who could have imagined that his parents would decide to come pay him a visit?"

"Oh my God, Val" Silvia laughs. "Then what happened?"

"His mother called his name, Pedri got scared, and I ended up on the floor."

"No!"

"Yes..."

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"Pedro! What… what is this?"

"I… This… Shit, Val. Are you ok?" he asks me.

"Yeah, yeah" I say, slowly sitting up.

"Is this… her?" a female voice says behind me.

"Yes, mum" Pedri replies. Mum? Mum! His mother! She's here! Why is she here? Oh… my God. "Why don't you wait in the kitchen while we make ourselves a bit more presentable?"

"Good idea" she says.

"Pedri…" I whisper once I hear her leave. Though she wasn't alone. A man who I assume is Pedri's dad, was with her.

"I know" he sighs, laying down on the sofa again.

"What are they doing here?"

"I don't know."

"What are we going to do?"

"Talk to them?" he chuckles.

"Pedri, I can't meet your parents like this!"

"As if I looked any better."

"Well, you are their son, they are used to it. I am a stranger."

"You aren't. You know I've told them about you and even showed them some photos."

"Which only makes this worse. What will they think of me?"

"Probably that I've corrupted you" he laughs.

"Not funny" I say, hitting him with the pillow I had used to cover myself. "I'm going to our room to make myself a bit more presentable."

"And I'm going to talk with them and ask them why they are here."

"Shouldn't you put a t-shirt on or something?"

"They are my parents, Val. They've seen me like this before."

"And have they also seen that?" I say, nodding towards his crotch.

"Oh, shit."

"That's what I thought" I laugh.

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"No way!" Silvia laughs.

"Yes" I sigh. "Then when we both were more presentable we had a chat with them and everything was fine. They are lovely people, super nice."

"So they are ok with you dating, the age difference and all that?"

"They are, yes. His mum told me that she had never seen him as focused and happy as he is right now and that I probably was the reason why."

"Oh, that's wonderful, Val!" she says, hugging me. "You've been worried about that since the beginning and look!"

"I guess it is good" I shrug.

"It is. Trust me."

"I don't think it'll be this easy with my mum, tho."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now we must focus on these good news, and on some other news that aren't that good."

"What happened?" I ask.

"Marc and Isabel's wedding" Silvia says.

"Oh, fuck. Can you believe I managed to forget about it?"

"I actually do," she laughs. "That's the power of Vitamin D."

"Idiot" I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Anyway, I crossed paths with them the other day and Isabel asked me if you were going to take Ferran as your plus one to the wedding."

"Urgh, Ferran" I groan. "Why can't their US tour last a few more days? That way I would have a good excuse to go alone. But no, Barcelona have to be useless when I need them."

"Are you asking him to be your plus one, then?" Silva asks.

"I can't. I think… I think Emma was right and he has feelings for me. And I think the girl he slept with in Ibiza also was right and he was trying to forget someone... Me."

"Shit. That's…"

"Messy" I sigh .

"But if you show up alone Isabel will be merciless. You know that, right?"

"I do" I sigh again. "But if he is trying to forget me I can't put him through that. And I can't put Pedri through that either. If only I could take him to the wedding…"

"Too dangerous. Isabel is capable of exposing your relationship."

"I know" I sigh once again. "Why does everything have to be so complicated?"

"Things were easier at your sexual retreat, uh?" Silvia laughs.

"Definitely" I chuckle. The definitely were.

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We shouldn't have left

What?

Tenerife We should have stayed, life was easier

What happened?

The wedding is coming

Oh… I see

We should have stayed. They have a little school, I could teach there. And since Tenerife isn't that far away, you could play for them. Theirs is a t-shirt I would wear. And it is white! You look so hot in white…

Val 😂😂😂

Think about it. It's the perfect plan And you would be close to your family

But we would be away from yours and all our friends

I don't care It would be worth it

That's what you say now

Urgh 😩😩😩

Do you want to talk about the wedding?

Tomorrow in person. Now I'm too tired from the flight and everything, I'm going to bed

To dream about me? 😏

And our perfect life in Tenerife 🥺

One day, Val

Maybe when I've retired

Which will be in 20 years 😭 20 years of having to see you wear that ugly shirt 😭

🙄🙄🙄

But do you still see us together in 20 years?

Forever 🤍

Aww, she's gone cheesy 🥺

Meh, meh, meh 🙄

I love you, Val 🤍

I love you too 🤍

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Sunset in Your Eyes, Sunrise of My Life

Thank you so much for the prompt @photogirl894!!! I really like how this one turned out, and I hope you do too!!!! This piece is a participation in @clonexreaderbingo!

Bingo card square: sunset

Being a bartender at 79’s had its perks and its downsides.

One of the perks was serving a very lively and lovely crowd: the clones.

One of the downsides: you had strange, strange late hours that threw you for a loup.

But you loved it.

Tonight was one of those nights that got your blood boiling a good kind of heat. You were laughing and dancing around the bar table filling orders, flirting and socializing with what came to be your favorite group of human beings. These clones were (almost) always respectful, kind, considerate, brave, modest, funny…there were a few bad apples in the bunch but overall, whenever you worked this job, you always had fun, and left with a glow in your face and warm feeling in your heart.

If only you didn’t have to work your other job to make this one possible!

The lights were low and the music was high, loudly beating out a jukebox favorite. The bar was busy, just how you liked it. The dance floor was filled and you saw many happy faces, as there ought to be. All of your favorite people were gathered for a relaxing evening where they could forget the war for a little while. All your favorite colors were in town. The grays, the golds, the blues, and finally a few teals showed up. A familiar kind face finally making his way to his normal spot with the same kind, tired smile.

“Hey Howzer, how’s it going? Your normal?”

You knew most of the regulars and their orders by now. Howzer was more than a regular to you though. He’d become sort of a brother, watching out for you when the boys would get rowdy or when nat borns would get disrespectful. He was quiet at first but you brought out the playful side of him. You always looked forward to seeing him and worried when he was deployed, whether or not he’d come back.

“Yeah, you know, not bad. Better now that I’ve seen you.”

“Thanks hun. Here you go. You know, there is more to life than Mailoorun cocktails? Try branching out a little, it’s on me. If you hate it, you can get your next regular free.”

Howzer laughed, “No thanks, I’m good. I like the fruity stuff. It is one of two reasons I come back here.” He held up his hand and coughed into it while saying “I’ve got to make sure my vod’ika stays out of trouble.”

You gave him a look and he returned it with a goofy grin.

“Plus, I don’t want to take money from your hard earned tips…I know you don’t earn a lot working here.”

“You’re worth it though.”

Howzer’s face softened a little. “Thanks…but all the same. The fruity stuff, vod’ika. Tell me how you’ve been?”

For a good half hour, you went between chatting Howzer’s ear off, ragaling him with tales of work, 79s, school and your family life. Howzer returned with stories of his brothers. Never of the war, always jocular tales of the boys.

During this time, clones would come and go but out of the corner of your eye, you saw a pair of clones who always made you smile. They entered not too long ago but were engaged in conversation so you hadn’t approached them yet. The one with the five tattooed on his forehead had his arm slung over his buddy with a hand painted on his chest piece. Quite obviously annoying his brother by the look on his face. Howzer grinned a knowing grin at you and eyed the same pair, raising his eyebrows a little.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything! He’s a good lad, and he’s obviously nervous. Why don’t you talk to him?”

You chuckled. “I know who he is, Howzer. He’s one of my favorites. I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to flirt with him first; let’s see how red we can make his face.”

“You’re horrible, but I love you for it.”

“Aw shucks, thanks!”

You made your way down the bar, talking and pouring more drinks. The closer you got, the more you caught of their conversation.

“You should talk to her.”

“No! She is too good for someone like me. I’ll just bongle everything up.”

“You’re so sweet to her; you’ve got a chance. This isn’t your first time talking to her. You should just ask her out.”

“No way; that could be taken as disrespectful. She deserves all the respect in the galaxy, and if I mess it up, she wouldn’t speak to me again—wouldn't blame her for it either.”

“Hey, she’s coming over this way. I’m going to call her over and you’re going to talk to her.”

“Don’t you dare! Fives!”

“Hey miss! We’d like to order here, please? When you have a moment?”

“Fives you little—” His angry expression cut short when you walked up to the pair with a smile, shocked nervousness and wide eyes replacing the annoyed look of before.

“Uh, hi, yes, we’re thirsty, water please? Water good. You’re pretty. Good. You’re good at this, and kind. Thank you for asking.”

“This is a bar, you can have something else besides water.” You leaned over the counter and practically put your face next to his, and watched the clone blush at your closeness to him. That, or from his embarrassment. “We do have good Corellian whisky. Might be a good change from your normal, Galaxy Explosion.”

“Uhhhh, yes please, Ma’am. Sounds good. Wait, you remember what I drink?”

You smiled, “I remember a lot about you, Echo.”

He froze, and stared into your eyes, mouth agape. You could almost see the cogs turning in his brain, trying to figure out what you meant by that.

“Here I was hoping you’d say the same thing, love. I’ll be right back with your drink. What’ll you have, Fives?” You leaned over to give the extroverted brother some attention.

“Give me the same as him!”

“You got it!”

You chuckled, then went to fetch the glasses and materials needed to concoct the specialty. You saw Echo let out a big breath then shove his brother next to him.

“Fives, I swear…” but you interrupted again, coming with a few bottles.

“Have you ever seen one made? Watch this.”

You started flipping the bottles, tossing them in the air then catching and pouring them. You lit the top with a blue flame then served him, smirking satisfied at his gawk.

“You are…that was perfect. Thank you.”

“You haven’t tried it yet, hun. Wait til you do, then compliment the work.”

He eyed the glass suspiciously, turning it around in his hands.

“I didn’t poison it if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Echo looked up aghast. “I…it’s not that. How do I drink something flaming?”

“You blow it out first.”

“Oh.”

Still not looking convinced, he blew out the flame and brought the cup to his lips, face still scrunched up suspiciously.

Echo was a person of habit, you knew exactly why he was reacting this way but it was too good not to tease him about it. You snickered and he raised his eyebrows.

“I’ll get you your regular, hun. I can tell you don’t like it!”

“No! It is really good…”

“But it isn’t what you wanted. I’ll be right back.”

While you were mixing Echo’s new drink you saw Echo run a hand through his hair.

“I’m digging my own grave right now, Fives. I just insulted her and I have no idea how I did that. Just bury me now.” Echo clunked his head on the counter.

“Eh, I don’t think she took it as an insult…hey, she’s coming back.”

Echo shot straight back up.

“I like what you made, but thank you for this. I’m sorry I was rude…”

“Echo.” You broke him off rather sharply. “You weren’t rude. I’ve seen you in here a bunch of times and this is what you get because you like it. If you weren’t in the mood for the other one, I wasn’t going to make you drink it, even if it was good.”

Echo let out a breath.

“Still…”

“No buts or stills. Tell me how you’ve been, love.”

Echo colored a little bit at the nickname and slowly the shyness melted away as his slow, calculated speech started to turn playful and quick, filled with fun and smiles. It did not escape your notice that Fives was being uncharacteristically quiet, signature smirk ever present on his face.

The nervousness was replaced with a happy glow, and Echo soon started to smile at your special nickname for him. Throughout the night, you bounced between the customers but always came back to him to finish one of the many conversations you’d started. Howzer just smiled. He liked where this was going.

“That’s why I like sunsets…” you concluded. “They say everything is going to be ok. A sort of promise, you know? After a long day, they offer some peace, some serenity. A farewell to the day, even if it was bad, there is still something to be grateful for. I can’t even describe how I feel when I watch one…each is so different! If I miss a sunset, I try to watch the sunrise. It either starts my day out right, or ends my day well.”

“Good luck seeing anything on this polluted planet. I swear it just turns from night to day. Nothing like what I’ve seen on other planets.” Echo scoffed.

“Coruscant has some of the most lovely sunrises and sunsets, if you know where to look for them.” You placed your hands on your hips, raising your chin challengingly, “You can’t see them most places but believe me, it is worth it—if you know the right spot to sit. I know some secret places that would rival some of your ‘oh so great’ sightings.”

“If you say so.”

“Say, I get off at 400 hours. Want to head back around six thirty and we can watch the sunrise together?”

“Or how about I just stay here, you know, to protect you. Fight off all those unrulies for you. Make sure you’re alright. Some sketchy people can sit in a bar late at night.”

“I’ve survived before you came along, Echo.” You smirked but your eyes betrayed their sparkle. “But if you wanted to stick around, I wouldn’t protest. And by unruly, you mean Fives right?”

Echo’s lips pulled up into a smile.

“Of course.”

“Hey! I heard that!”

“Then it’s a date!” You said excitedly.

“A…date? Yes! A date!” Echo looked flustered. You could only snicker, it was so cute.

The night went quickly and slowly the patrons trickled out of the bar. You said goodnight to Howzer, Fives took his leave, then it was just you and Echo alone in the empty room.

“I have to clean up, then I’ll be ready.”

“I can help.”

“No, Echo, just sit and enjoy yourself…”

“No, I’m helping. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go on our ‘date’.” Scooping up a bunch of glasses and heading for the kitchen, the discussion was ended. You could only shake your head with a touched smile.

— — —

You and Echo climbed to one of the highest buildings of the city. The world below buzzed with activity but up here, it was only a distant noise. The lights of the city were glowing softly, like a blazing campfire.

You took a seat on the platform and patted the spot next to you.

“You’ll have to admit I’m right.” You said a little winded. “This spot is the best on Coruscant.”

“Ok, you win with this one. No matter what the sky looks like, this is pretty amazing.”

You smirked a little and looked out towards the east, waiting for the glorious gold you knew was to come. Echo fiddled with his hands a little trying to form his thoughts. Finally, he came up with something.

“You know, what I wanted to say was that you’re pretty, and kind. Still stands. Would you go out with me?”

You tore your eyes away from the horizon.

“What?” Had you heard him right?

Echo turned a deep red. “I said, uh, would you go out with me, on a date—a real one where I can treat you special?”

Your confusion turned to pure bliss. “Echo, I couldn’t love anything more.”

You looked into his eyes and noticed they were their own sunset. The amber color threw off golds and rich browns as the reddened sun flashed across them. There was a firmness, a fierceness, enflamed there yet a kindness that ruled them all.

His eyes held all the power of the setting sun and you knew you no longer would have to wait until the end of the day for serenity and peace and certainty. All you’d have to do was look deeply into the eyes of the man before you.

“Say, we come back here and watch the sunset tonight? I’ll pack some food, and maybe some music, if you want to dance that is.”

“Echo! You’re such a romantic!”

“You have no idea.”

In that moment, the sun broke from its cage in the clouds, spilling over the planet, blanketing it in a sheet of gold. Echo gasped, spellbound.

“Ok, you were right. This is…amazing.”

You chuckled but he interrupted you.

“But I’ll just have to one up you by bringing you to Kamino to watch a sunset or sunrise there. They’re rare but nothing can beat a sunset at home.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

You watched every sunset you could together after that. Your relationship grew with every rising sun. When you’d work late, Echo would stop by and watch the sunrise with you. If you had school and worked your other job, he’d join you for the sunset. You continued your routine when Echo was deployed but it wasn’t the same. It was always so much more special with him. Every once and a while, he’d comm you but nothing compared to having him sit in silence next to you while you watched the sky transform before you.

When he was finally home, you’d spend the evenings chatting away. Tonight was different though. An unknown heaviness weighed on your heart. You couldn’t explain it, or put your finger on it. It just sat there, its presence demanding to be known. Echo had been back for nearly two weeks and you soaked up every minute you could together before he was deployed again tomorrow. You’ve been through this so many times. Why was this different?

“Echo, I have a strange feeling about this one. I wish I could tell you not to go, but I know I can’t…just…be careful, ok?”

Echo knew he hadn’t told you much about this mission. It was dangerous and he didn’t want you to worry. But he was an ARC. This is what he was made for. Besides, when he got back from the Citadel mission, he’d have a good story to share with you. But all he could say was:

“I promise.”

You stayed silent after that, snuggling up a little closer to him, as if it would be the last time, and watched the world fall to night.

— — —

To say you were in a foul mood was an understatement.

School sucked today, your other boss was being a jerk for no good reason, and you just mourned the first year anniversary of Echo being killed.

If another person tried to make a pass or ask you out, their hand was going to be shattered today. If another kriffer told you to move on because enough time had passed, you were going to kriffing break something, like their face.

You weren’t nearly ready for that.

No one could replace your Echo.

It had been so long but at the same time, it felt like only yesterday you’d seen Fives walk in, dressed in full uniform before the bar closed, face more serious than you’d ever seen it, and you knew. He didn’t have to say anything, you just knew. And you were grateful for him coming at the end of your shift because you wouldn’t have been able to make it through that day if he’d come sooner.

You remembered how Fives helped you close up, took you home, and took care of you in the following days. You helped each other heal. You’d always been friends, but you became good friends after that. A knowing smile here, a remembrance there, a slight “he woulda loved this” “I know.” Shared between the two of you.

But then Fives was ripped from you as well.

Lots of men never came back. It always saddened you, but it never weighed as heavily as it did now after Echo’s demise. Every death stung so much more.

“Don’t you ever do that to me.” You’d told Howzer. “Or I’ll kill you.”

He’d smile sadly at you and make the promise he knew he didn’t have the power to keep. You knew he couldn’t keep it because life had different ideas in place. You just needed to hear him say it, promise that he’d do anything he could to survive. He came less and less to 79’s due to his new outpost on Ryloth but you kept in contact through holocalls. It became your only reassurance he was alive, as his barstool sat abandoned more and more frequently, only to be taken up by some stranger instead.

Heart and feet heavy, you strolled into work to prep the bar for an evening of “fun”. You had an hour to sulk in before you had to plaster a smile on your face. Clean the counter, set the glasses, cool some of the products, prep the pretzels, then give yourself five minutes to rehearse a convincing laugh.

The minutes went by quickly, and you were lagging. Becoming more exhausted, earlier than normal. You knew why, but that didn’t help. It only made it harder. Bracing your palms in a tight grip on the back counter, stepping back and bending at your middle, you leaned over hoping that would relax you and help the air into your lungs.

You just needed a few minutes, then you’d look like you were ok, even though you weren’t.

You heard a throat clear behind you, and you could tell whatever the man had to say was going to be a jest or a horrible flirt. To be frank, you weren’t in the mood. You opened your mouth to say so in the most (un)kind way you could think of so the kriffer would back off and leave you alone (plus you weren’t even open yet, what the heck) when you heard:

“Uh, hi, yes, we’re thirsty, water please? Water good.” The man had to stop and compose his voice before continuing. Laughs and emotion hidden under the surface. “You’re pretty. Good. You’re good at this, and kind. Thank you for asking. But what I wanted to say was that you’re pretty, and kind. Still stands. Would you go out with me?”

You froze. Not daring to move.

“Hm, I remember the service being better here before I died. Perhaps my memory is wrong. Thought she’d at least glare at me for how bad that was. Rude really.”

You gasped and gripped the shelf behind you until your knuckles lost feeling, not daring to look back. You could feel your lungs protest, claiming an unusual rhythm on its own, body shaking, eyes stinging.

It couldn’t be.

“Echo?”

It was barely a whisper but the voice heard you, and responded with a chuckle.

“How could you tell, was it the corny compliment?”

The voice was closer; it was no longer behind the bar but directly behind you. You could feel his breath tickle your ear and push your hairs to your cheek.

“I-is this real?”

You couldn’t look up. If you did, he’d surely vanish. After all, that’s how dreams worked. If you didn’t look up, the longer he’d stay.

Instead of an answer, you felt an arm snake around your waist, your back flushing against his chest. Instinctively, you closed your eyes and grabbed the arm wrapped around you. You couldn’t look, if you did, you’d wake up. This brief moment of happiness would be over.

“I hope so. Because if this isn’t, I’m not leaving this dream.”

“...that sounds like something someone would say in a dream…”

The phantom of Echo, with very real arms, huffed.

“Or perhaps it is something half romantic, half stupid, only Echo could come up with.”

“Now I like that a lot better.” His voice sounded so jocular.

“Echo…?”

“Hm?”

His face was in your hair now. You could feel him nuzzling his way to the crook of your neck so he could rest his chin there.

“You were dead. You…”

All strength left your body as the shock wore off. Tears fell unchecked and unstoppable. Your legs gave beneath you. If it wasn’t for Echo holding you, you would have fallen. Echo held tight but guided you to the floor so you could rest. He didn’t move from behind you yet, but waited for you to turn around when you were ready.

Sobs wrecked your body, so Echo decided to sway you back and forth in hopes it would comfort you. Assuring words easily came. When none seemed to be working he tried something else.

“Death cannot stop true love; it can only delay it for a little while.”

Your gasp turned into a snort and airy laugh, his words having the desired effect at last.

“We’ve watched too many old holofilms together. They give you the worst ideas. You really had to say that, didn’t you.”

You could feel him grin against your cheek.

“That was pretty good, you have to admit. I planned that one out for a while. Never thought I’d be able to use it, then I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”

“Oh, did you now?”

You finally shifted in a half circle to look at him directly. What you saw was not what you were expecting. One hand was gone, replaced by a metal scomp, his head where his goofy hair used to be, had ports, and his cheeks were hollow, face pale. A look of all the suffering he endured plastered on his face.

But those eyes…they were the same. You would know them anywhere.

You reached your hand up to stroke his cheek.

“I know I look different…” a shadow of doubt clouded his face. He looked away trying to find words. Your hand gently guided his gaze back to you.

“Echo I couldn’t care less what you look like…You’re here. You’re back…”

Another wave of emotion crashed against you. Heaving, you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m just so glad you’re back. I missed you so much.”

“Cyar’ika, we’ve….got a lot to talk about. Can we talk after work tonight?”

“Echo, you’ve been dead for a year. We can talk right now.”

You glanced at the clock. “I’ll get Ted to cover my shift, we’ll still have time to catch the sunset.”

— — —

You jostled the crate in your arms. It was heavy, but you were used to hard work.

You heaved and pulled it closer to you, grunting under its weight. Sure you were used to it, but this kind of work also used to be more pleasant.

This bar wasn’t as good as the one you were used to, but it was a job, you got paid, and it was away from all the ‘noise’ in the galaxy. You knew it wouldn’t last forever but for right now, it was what you needed.

After the Empire rose and the Jedi Order fell, you fled Coruscant and ended up here of all places.

By here, you meant the backwater, sketchy, seedy, good for nothing planet of Ord Mantell in a bar owned by someone of similar repute. She went by the name ‘Cid’ but some part of you doubted that was her real name. You couldn’t help but to be suspicious. You trusted less than no one here.

Nevertheless, she hired you and didn’t ask questions (too many questions); just how you wanted it.

You’d lost Echo one more time…Your heart was so sore but numb by now; After what you’d seen what had happened to the clones, how they all weirdly changed from robust to robotic, you never reached out. Echo never reached out either…from what you knew. You changed your comm channel a long time ago. If he’d suddenly decided after a month of nothing to contact you, you wouldn’t know it.

Your arms started to ache. Cid had you running all sorts of errands that weren’t technically your job, which made you salty, but you couldn’t afford to lose this job. Money was a rare thing in the galaxy and earning it honestly, was even rarer.

A sigh escaped your mouth—you couldn’t decide which was more rare, money or love. You’d gained a beautiful man who loved you, only to lose him. He came back, only to disappear again without a trace. Was he dead? Did he just forget about you? What had happened? You didn’t get it.

Maybe we just weren’t meant to be. Perhaps our sunrise was supposed to melt into something else. Maybe our relationship has had its final sunset.

Thinking like that wasn’t going to help anyone. Shaking your head, you tried to rid yourself of the thoughts, but they’d always haunt the back of your mind and you knew it. You had other things to worry about so you tried to focus on that.

Cid’s ‘special team’ was going to be in today. Apparently they’d run a few high risk jobs with very successful outcomes—a very rare feat for some of the rumors you heard about the jobs. It was unfair you hadn’t met them yet. It honestly felt like Cid was keeping you from them on purpose and you didn’t like it. It wouldn’t be in your interests naturally. If she didn’t want you to know them, you’d better introduce yourself soon, you thought.

The door slid open quietly. Cid’s gravelly voice already talking at a loud volume.

“My bartender is out. Should be back with the stuff you boys want soon. Why don’t you wait in my office while I’ll settle stuff with her before we discuss your next job.”

Yeah, yeah, whatever Cid, I’m moving. I’m moving.

You weren’t supposed to be back for another half hour…you’d gotten back early. Perhaps this was a good time to make an entrance, bother the cranky old lady by not only showing her your efficiency (not that that would do anything) but you’d drop in on the team. The look on her face would be worth it.

But when you stepped fully inside, your body locked up. Your fingers turned cold and became rigid, but in their rigidity, they lost all their strength.

The box crashed on the floor with a bang, undoubtedly cracking the crate. You heard the bottles clank, probably broke a few. Your feet started to get wet, so that was a good guess.

But you couldn’t look down. Your eyes were locked on the scene in front of you.

Four men and a little girl were crowded around your counter, now all turned to look where the noise came from. A familiar set of amber eyes rested on you, first with surprise and shock, then excitement and love.

“E-Echo? I-is that you?”

Your throat tightened and tears sprung to your eyes without permission, breathing becoming irregular, air demanding to be let in in heaves.

The clone in question broke from his brothers and made his way to where you stood, cautious but quickly.

“Echo!” You cried again, breaking out of your stupor and running towards him. “Echo! You’re ok? You’re alive? Echo…”

Echo scooped you up in his arms and held you tightly.

“Oh cyar’ika…I was so worried about you.” He cradled you against him, stroking your hair and rubbing soothing circles on your back to abate your sobbing, “I tried to call you but there was never an answer. I was so worried. I couldn’t at first because it was too risky. It made me sick but I had to protect you. Not hearing from you…I thought something bad happened…”

When your cries finally overpowered his own worries, he tried to calm you by abating those. “I’m here; I’m fine. I’ve got a sister now, I’d like you to meet her. She’s great and she’ll love you. I’m ok, I’m really here…It’s over now…I’m never leaving you again.”

You had to laugh. Of all the places, this is where you’d meet him?

“So your Cid’s special team?”

He chuckled. “So your her amazing bartender who always disappears when we show up? All this time you’ve fetched us things and I didn’t even know it was you…”

Your mind ran through all the errands Cid had you do at the request of her ‘special team’ getting parts or food and whatnot.

“Still looking out for me, even if you didn’t know it.”

You bit your lip. Did Cid intentionally keep you apart? Anger started to course through you, but you’d never said anything to her about Echo. Had Echo said something to her?

Echo watched the different emotions cross your face. He knew you must have questions and there would be time for answers later. Now he only wanted one thing.

He leaned down, lips grazing yours as he whispered:

“Would you like to watch the sunset? It's been so long…”

You prayed there’d be more sunsets between you. You hoped beyond hope that this sunrise wouldn’t end. That you could sit together side by side and watch the days melt away together and weave a glorious glow of memory. The only sunset you needed was right before you, in Echo’s eyes.

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Okay. This is totally based on a CharacterAI chat I had (the one based on an audio of some chick hitting on a married man and the wife smashing a bottle over her head) but anyway-

Simon being totally amused by how drunk you keeps telling him the cheesiest/worst pick up lines despite being together for a while already.

I feel like he’s the type to refuse to do anything if you’re drunk or under any other influence. The man takes consent very seriously and will wrap you into a blanket burrito if you try to get handsy, telling you to sleep.

The most you’re gonna get is cuddles and a few kisses on your head until morning or he is 200% sure you’re sober.

Like, here are some of the chat that made me giggle a bit:

“The fact you’re still throwing out finger guns makes me question your level of drunkness.” Soap laughed.

Ghost turned down a road that led into the neighborhood.

“I’ll get you inside and to bed.” He glanced over to her before looking at the road.

“You’re out of pocket tonight.”

(In my defense, the woman was touching him and I got a bit protective 😤)

(I told him I only had like 4 shots and kept saying bad pick up lines/calling him mi media naranja)

“That’s 4 more shots than you needed, darling.” He laughed and looked over, seeing how drunk she was. He wondered if she was still going to try and seduce him when they get home.

Ghost turned into their driveway and came to a stop, he unbuckled her and pulled her out of the car, holding her as he carried her upstairs, bringing her to their room. “That’s it, you’re going to sleep.”

“If you don’t quit complaining I’m going to throw you onto the bed.”

He carried her over to the bed and laid her down. He laughed and started unbuttoning her blouse, looking away so he doesn’t get too distracted.

“You’re just going to pass out when I’m done anyway, so no you’re not going to get any tonight.”

Ghost got in bed with her, tucking her close, and wrapping his arms around her. He was used to her drunk self and was ready to enjoy cuddling with her until she passed out.

“Nope. Not even a little bit. We both know you’re just going to pass out as soon as I start kissing you. It’d just be a waste of time.”

Anyway, it was really cute and wholesome despite the initial prompt 😂

Soap slept in the guest room and then we all had breakfast together while Ghost very half heartedly scolded me for drinking when I have “the worst tolerance for alcohol” and made me drink a ton of water while piling pancakes onto my plate 🥲

I so feel like he would get up early to make breakfast, even if he can’t cook, he will learn in like a few minutes to at least make a few things because you can’t take pain meds on an empty stomach and he knows you’re gonna feel like shit when you wake up.

The dude is a family man in the most amazing way. He loves to get things done and he cares for others. Like. He fixed his family. Kicked his shit father out and took care of his mum, made his brother get sober and was probably a great uncle.

He’s still gonna give you shit for getting drunk tho so try not to do anything too embarrassing because he will roast you for your poor decisions 💀

-Kimchi Anon

100% the type to give you shit for getting drunk. Heaven forbid you don't remember the night before, because he'll just keep making up wild scenarios and you won't be able to tell what's true and what's not. Did you actually dance on a tabletop? Did you actually deck someone who tried to flirt with him? Who knows!? Certainly Not you because he will not tell you!

But yeah, he's a caretaker if I ever did see one. He used his military leave to get his brother back in line. He beat the shit out of his dad and threw him out. He was his brother's best man at his wedding, and he stuck around just to make sure him and his mom were okay. And as for being a good uncle, this panel from the comics always makes me teary-eyed:

So yeah, he'll poke fun at you for getting drunk, but he's still making sure you drink enough water the next day and is nudging those pancakes over to you because he knows you need at least something in your belly for the painkillers he gave you to work properly.

#kimchi anon #asked and answered

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TRICK OR TREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!

haha okay this is the beginning of a would-be smut fic i started at some point where for some reason--don't ask me the details idk--marinette and adrien reveal to each other at the wrong time and bunnyx is going to make them forget about it but...they get to spend the night together first 👀 (snippet under the cut. it's sfw because i didn't get to the actual smut part yet ahaha)

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Marinette lay in Adrien’s arms as the sun set on the day where the world didn’t end. On the day where the Earth kept spinning, but barely. She lay in Adrien’s arms, in his bed, wearing one of his T-shirts and a previously unopened pair of his boxer briefs.

They’re new, he’d assured her. As if she cared either way.

As if she cared about anything aside from the fact she’d waited years for this moment, and come morning they’d both have to forget.

The hem of the shirt brushed against her thighs, and his hairs tickled her legs when rubbed her foot up and down his shin. He’d protested that at first, claiming her feet were too cold. But now they’d been lying there long enough that his warmth had spread through her. Other feelings had spread trough her too, but she did her best not to entertain them.

They wouldn’t make it until morning—not these versions of themselves. Tomorrow’s Marinette wouldn’t remember the wonder in Chat Noir’s eyes when her transformation fell before he had a chance to look away. She wouldn’t remember the way her heart beat in her throat, determined to silence her. To keep her from admitting she was tired of all the secrets, that she wanted to know him too.

She wouldn’t remember how that morning, just that once, she hadn’t let her fears win.

But Adrien managed to chase those thoughts away as his head shifted on the pillow. She smiled in anticipation before his lips pressed against her forehead—the gesture felt so familiar, like they’d been doing this dance for years instead of mere hours. A puff of air warmed the bridge of her nose as he drew away.

His thumb rubbed a circle just above her hip, bunching the fabric and making her breath hitch. If he just went a little lower…

She bit her lip, letting the pleasure of that fantasy travel through her until it curled her toes. Despite her better judgment, he had her dreaming of forever.

His next words dragged her back to reality. “What if we talked to Bunnyx again?”

“There’s no point.”

“So there’s nothing we can do?”

In lieu of responding, she buried her face in his chest. They’d already circled through this conversation a half-dozen times already, and they’d both seen the future where Paris was ablaze.

It’s not time yet, Bunnyx had said. It sounded to Marinette like it wouldn’t ever be time, but she had no choice but to agree. Even her wealth of tears couldn’t quench a world’s worth of flames.

“Nothing?” Adrien repeated.

Marinette rolled onto her side, propping her head up to get a better look at him. There eyes met, whatever reassurances she’d meant to offer barely died. Her ability to do anything other than melt in his embrace died, really. So she took a deep breath and tried something else.

Moving a shaking hand to his chest, she forced herself to smile. “Not nothing.”

“What do you—” he broke off when she started tracing little circles onto his T-shirt, his eyes widening. “My lady?”

She looked down, watching her fingers. Watching the way his chest rose and fell beneath her touch. “We still have tonight.”

#ask response #mishphobic #miraculous ladybug #prpr

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wasted-my-time · 1 year

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A vampire Phil one shot inspired by @make-me-your-animal

Warning: Swearing (just a bit), smut (a little bit more) and well... There will be blood (not that much)

Why do I always arrive at the club after the end of the gig? The music is now coming out of regular speakers instead of amps and the stage is empty.

-Seems like I missed another one... I mumble to myself.

It doesn't matter, reason one: Today was pay day (in cash) and reason two: I don't work tomorrow.

I sit at the bar and decide to start lightly, a beer will do. For now.

A bloke with quite a bit of makeup sits on the stool next to mine and orders a Bloody Mary.

-You just got here, didn't you? He asks and turns his head to look at me without even touching his glass.

-Yes, how did you know?

-We didn't see you during the show.

-We?

-Me and my mates, we were playing tonight.

-Oh, I guess you have a nice view on the whole place from up there.

-It wasn't that nice, since you weren't there... He smiles. By the way, my name is Philip.

Oh my God, cheesy pick up lines, really?

-Lewis, when you'll be done trying to chat up this poor girl, could you bring me my drink, maybe? Another guy taps his shoulder and picks the glass off the counter top.

Lewis shoots a side look at the man, then leaves us with an amused smile.

-Sorry about him, he's used to women throwing themselves at him. He jokes and sits on the stool.

-It's alright.

Lewis did look kind of nice, but there's something purely magnetic about this one, be it the fine, delicate features, the pointed nose or the blood red lipstick.

I catch him staring at me staring at him and we make eye contact. Slowly, I feel my brain slipping away, as if hypnotized by the metallic blue eyes, without even realizing it, I stand up and take a step towards him. But he breaks the charm and looks down to take a sip of his drink, a satisfied half smile raising on his lips.

I sit back, unsure of what just happened.

-So, what's your name? He asks.

-Jean. And you?

-Philip. Yes, another one! He chuckles, then quickly closes his mouth, as to hide something.

But he wasn't fast enough, he has fangs, I saw them, what the fuck?!

-I guess you want some explanations. He responds to my horrified face.

-What's the deal? You're some weirdo pretending to be a vampire?!

-No, I can tell you that it's all very real.

-Prove it. I scoff.

-Well, a few minutes ago, you were pretty much under hypnosis.

-No! It's just... Just that... Right, maybe. I admit. Apart from that?

He opens his mouth and grabs one of the way too sharp teeth to try to pull it, but it stays in place, proving that they are not fakes.

-So, are you convinced?

-... Yeah.

I should probably be running by now, but for some reason, I find it kind of hot.

-What were your plans for me tonight?

-Mmmh... Buy you a drink, take you dancing. Maybe sleep with you, if you're interested.

He doesn't beat around the bush, I like it.

-No blood drinking? I pout and tilt my head,. almost offering my neck.

-Maybe later. Now let's dance, love!

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A couple of dances (and drinks) later, a slow comes up and we end up swaying around, my arms wrapped around his shoulders while his right hand gently strokes the back of my neck and his left one lies on my waist.

At the end of the song, I decide it's time to make a move and reach for his mouth, grasping the back of his head with both of my hands. He lets me do and our lips meet in the sensation of wet tongues and smudged lipstick.

-Man, didn't your mum teach you not to play with your food? The other Phil comes passing by, interrupting our kiss.

-She sure told me to stay out of other people's business! He shouts back, causing his friend to burst in laughter.

-I don't mind playing, but I would rather discuss how I'll become food. I tell him and plant another kiss on the corner of his mouth.

-You're not food, but this is not the place to talk about it, let's go out.

The cool air of the night hits me in the face as we pass the door, but he doesn't seem to feel it. Unfortunately, there seems to be as much people in the street as there was inside, so we go in the small backstreet at the corner of the building.

At the end of the alley we find a bunch of milk crates by the brick wall of some restaurant and we pile them up to sit (un)comfortably.

-Are you scared? He asks.

-Yes, but a good kind of scared. If that makes sense.

-Excited?

-Almost. But, I was wondering, is it going to hurt?

-No, when it's done properly, it's rather pleasant.

-What do you mean "Done properly"?

-The comparison may be awful, but it's a bit like sex. You don't do it without asking first and you do your best so that the other person likes it. Forget it, that sounds terrible. He chuckles, and shakes his head, laughing of his own words.

-No, I think it gets the point across. But how would you do your best?

I'm past the point of intrigued questioning, I'm at teasing, and I think he knows.

He takes my hand in his and lets a wide grin split his face in two.

-First, I would take you to your place, because I doubt you would like to do that at mine, given the fact that I live with my mum.

-Right.

-Then I would take my time making love to you. He is now whispering so close from my ear that I can almost feel his lips moving. And only after that, I would bite you.

-There? I moan, taking his hand to my neck.

-No, people would see the mark. Somewhere more... Intimate, where no one would ever see it. A place with soft skin and warm flesh. He whispers and lower his hand to caress my breasts, then trails down to my tigh.

-This sounds like a great idea to me. I answer before he kisses me and I bite softly at his bottom lip.

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We both lean against my dresser and Phil takes off my shirt as I battle against the buttons of his blouse.

-Don't bother with those, I'll wear it wide open if they break. He stops, and smiles, slightly amused by my struggle.

I do as told and pull both sides of the clothing apart, a few buttons falling apart as it lays on the ground between us and my bed.

As if it was all he was waiting for, he snaps my bra off and pushes me on the bed, before marking yet another pause, looking at me like I was some art masterpiece.

-It's rude to stare. I tease him, taking my arms off my chest to reveal my tits.

-Then don't be so pleasant to stare at. He groans and climbs on top of me, working my skirt open and discarding it on the floor.

I may or may not have decided to wear lace panties tonight.

-You dirty, dirty, little girl, you wanted to take someone home, uh? His voice going low with lust when he pulls them down.

He starts to trail kisses all the way down my body, starting from the neck, then teasing my left nipple with his tongue, only to end on my inner thigh.

He stops and only at that moment, he seems to notice my core, exposed between my parted legs. A devilish grin rises on his lips as he lowers his head to start to kiss and lick exactly on the right spot...

Wait, what is he going to do down there? I think as I suddenly pull myself away from him, staring with wide eyes at his surprised face.

-Oh love don't worry, I would never do that! Not, there, not like this. He pleads, having already guessed what scared me. I just thought you would like it. I'm sorry.

-I understand, but I'd rather not. Okay?

He nods with a relieved smile and crawls back on top of me and our lips meet again, our tongues intertwined and my hands opening his trousers, which he promptly pulls down along with his boxers.

-Wait, I have condoms in there. I stop him to turn on my side and open my nightstand's drawer.

-I can't get you pregnant or sick, so I don't think it we'll need it.

-Good, 'cause I just saw the box was empty.

I turn again to lay on my back and pull him to me with my legs now crossed around his back. He pushes in and kisses me at the same time, my moan muffled by his lips. Each of his thrusts are so deep, but so slow it's driving me crazy.

-Come on, just a bit faster, please! I beg.

-I did say I was gonna' take my time. And I've got eternity, so you won't see me hurry up.

-Cheeky bastard, I'll make sure we both go mad over this.

-Yeah, how?

I start to play with the muscles of my lower stomach, repetitively squeezing and letting go, not giving him any break.

-Okay, you were right. He whispers between two hushed moans.

All of a sudden, he pulls out and I let out a small whine of disappointment.

-What are you doing? I ask.

-You'll see, I'm good with my hands. He winks.

He starts to massage my clit with his left index finger, the skin is pretty rough because of guitar playing, but I don't mind, he was right, he is good.

His right hand pushes my left leg further away and he lowers himself, then laying kiss after kiss on my thigh.

I feel heat building up in my guts, it won't last much longer, maybe he could get what he cane for.

-Phil, do it, bite me. I moan and push his head against my skin.

-You're sure?

-Yes, I'm telling you, please!

I find the force to open my eyes, I want to see him. At first it just looks like another kiss, but he opens his mouth wider and I see his fangs penetrating my skin. Where I thought there would be pain, all I find is pleasure, quite similar to the one his finger is giving me. The same kind heat radiates from my guts and the wound and it's just too much. My back arches as spasms shake my stomach and, oddly enough, my left leg.

I want to yell his name, beg him to never stop, but all that comes out of my mouth is a long, hoarse scream of delight. I think I'm having two orgasms at a time.

Shortly after, he licks the wound for a last time and pulls away from me, panting just as much as I do, looking just as satisfied.

He crawls up to me and rests his head on my shoulder, wiping away a drop of blood that ran down his chin.

-And? He gasps. How bad was it?

-Pretty good actually. You were correct when you compared it to sex.

-Great to hear it. Can I sleep here? I mean tomorrow, during the day. Because of the sun and everything...

-Anything you want.

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#phil collen #Phil Collen fan fiction #Def Leppard #def leppard fan fiction

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Competition (Derek Morgan x m!reader)🍋

Prompt 2: “We have to be quiet”

There is a criminally low amount of Morgan x m!reader bro

⚠️DISCLAIMER 18+⚠️: THIS CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT. UNPROTECTED SEX, ANAL FINGERING, DEGRADING TALK.

Desc: Who knew that your love of competition would be your undoing? Curse Rossi and his scotch.

Even before you were dating, you and Derek were always in some sort of competition. It was mostly small stuff, like who could get to the conference room first, how long Reid would ramble on about any subject, if Hotch was going to say wheels up in thirty, etc.

But once you two became an item, there was room for more…steamy competition. For example, if Garcia flirted with him five times, you would make him come into work with a limp the next day. He lost within an hour. (You told him you were okay with the flirting and that it was just for fun).

Currently, you two were on a bet that if Rossi mentioned he was Italian even once today, that Derek would get to have his way with you. The thought of that made you a little hard. You knew you were doomed from the beginning.

You made it through the entire work day without Rossi mentioning it. Annoyingly, Derek stuck close to the old man. You thought you got off scot free, until Prentiss suggested the whole team go out for drinks. Derek turned to you with a shit eating grin, and you knew you had to say yes.

—

Derek was pulling out all of the stops. He was already trying to rile you up. Dancing against you, grabbing your hips as he passes by, keeping his hand on your thigh.

He finally left you alone for a while. He was chatting with Rossi. You were currently giggling about with Spencer, Emily, and JJ.

“Soooo, you and Derek have been dating for half a year now” Emily starts. “Yes?” You giggle along with her. “I can imagine things have begun to heat up” she continues.

You laughed at that, the scotch starting to get to your brain. “Emily!”. “Come on, how is he?” She said, stirring the ice in her drink with her finger.

“A gentleman never tells” you say, laughing along with them. Reid was making a disgusted face the whole time. “Can we PLEASE change the subject?” He asks. All of you laugh, but agree to talk about something else.

—

You were walking to the car, your arm around Derek’s. You had a smug look that you had survived the day.

Rossi and Garcia had also been walking with the two of you, both of them parked near you. “Rossi, I think you need to lay off on the scotch”. The old man still had a glass in his hand. All of you had lost count of how many he had downed.

“Oh please, I’m Italian. There’s more where this came from” he said, the clinking of the ice making your head hurt.

Your smirk fell off your face. Derek gripped your arm a little tighter, and you didn’t have to look to know he had a shit eating grin.

“Okay, Rossi. I’m taking you home, you’re in no condition to drive” Garcia says with a giggle. The rest of their bickering drowns out as you swear the cloudy night sky laughed down at you as you got closer to the car.

The little shit even opened the car door for you. A beat of silence, and then he turned to you with a smug look.

“Yes?” You say with a small voice, refusing to meet his eye. “A deals a deal” he sing songs, walking two of his fingers up your knee.

You felt a twitch of interest. “Wait you’re not talking about…right here?” You whispered the last part.

“Mmmmhmmm” he says, his fingers trailing dangerously close to the inside of your thigh. “Derek, the rest of the team is still here”, you say, glancing over to the giggling bunch hanging out by JJ’s car.

His lips graze yours. “I’ll just have to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet then” he whispers. You would never admit this out loud, but you let out a pathetic whimper into the kiss.

He pushes his hot tongue into your eager mouth, and you find yourself easily submitting to the other man. He blindly reached around you and slowly lowers it all the way.

“You better have your boxers off and ass up as soon as I join you in the back seat” he says, his voice gruff.

You are quick to scramble into the back seat, and practically threw both your pants and underwear off, sticking your ass in the air, cock standing hard and at attention between your legs.

You hear a dark chuckle behind you, and a light smack on your ass before his chest pressed against your back.

“So eager already? I’ve barely done anything and you’re practically dripping onto the seats” he comments. You were so glad that his car had tinted windows.

Without warning, you felt his finger tips circle your hole, and you failed to suppress a moan. He tutted at that, dipping his fingers in just a little bit. “You don’t want the team to know how much of a slut you are, do you? I guess I’ll just have to keep that mouth of yours occupied”.

You stuffed your face into the seat and whimpered, pushing your ass towards his fingers. He tapped at your cheek, and you lifted your face up only for him to push three fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.

At the same time, he pressed two fingers easily into your ass. You let out a moan against his fingers. “Wow, you already stretched yourself? You were hoping to lose the bet” he darkly chuckles, stroking at your prostate.

You whined and pushed your ass back further, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. He pulled out at that, causing you to whimper.

“I get to have my way with you, remember?” He whispers against your ear, pressing three fingers into your ass.

You never wanted anything more. You wanted him to use you, have his way. But you couldn’t tell him because of his fingers still in your mouth.

He started a rough pace, stroking your prostate every now and then. You were ashamed to say that you were already on the brink of orgasm, just from his touches and dirty words. He knew this by the way you were clenching your stomach.

Just as you were about to cum, he pinches at the head of your cock. You cried out against his fingers as you had a dry orgasm.

“Not yet” he chuckles, pulling out his fingers. You almost wanted to scream, but let out a shout as he suddenly started to press into your ass.

He strokes your side as an apology, and then fully seats. He gives you a moment to adjust, and then when you started wiggling your hips, he started to plow into you, causing the car to shake.

You were drooling everywhere, his fingers sometimes hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

You already felt another orgasm coming on, and hoped that he would let you cum this time. He seemed to be close himself. He started to let out an occasional groan, and when he got loud, he was close.

Suddenly, he brought his hand down to your cock, stroking it harshly, causing you to let out a shout and push you over the edge.

He pressed his cock impossibly deeper into you, and came as well, pausing his thrusts. He released your mouth, and pulled out.

You collapsed into the seat, and allied him to turn you over. “You did so good” he whispered, plastering kisses all over your face.

You smiled at that, clearly fucked out. “Let’s head home and get you cleaned up” he says.

Meanwhile…

—

Spencer, JJ, and Emily sat there with their jaws to the floor, watching the car shake. “‘A gentlemen never tells’ my ass” Emily says. JJ lets out a loud laugh at that.

“This is the worst day” Spencer groans, rubbing at his eyes. “You’ll live” JJ says. “I can’t wait to rub it in tomorrow” Emily says.

“And I haven’t forgotten. You all owe me twenty bucks” Emily says, laughing maniacally as the other two handed her the money.

“I just thought they would have decency” Spencer pouted. “Yeah right” Emily says. The two women had a laugh while Spencer stood there, mortified. Oops.

#criminal minds x male reader #derek morgan x male reader

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