#sorry everyone I had to get this off my chest
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Take It Out On Me│ E. Engstler
pairing: emily engstler x reader
genre: fluff, smut
warnings: 18+ material
word count: 1.8k
summary: with the stress of the season weighing on her, emily has been in a mood and you let her take her frustration out on you
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
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With back-to-back losses for the Mystics and the lack of playing time, to say Emily had been frustrated would be an understatement. She'd come home from practice every day, exhausted and even more moody than the day before. Slamming cabinets and doors, sluggishly moving through her evening routines, being short during conversations, setting things down with more force than necessary. It was evident in her actions and every breath she took. Nothing you said or could say seemed to improve her mood. At a loss, you tried to just give her some space, but when that didn't seem to help either, you decided to try and talk to her about it again.
"Em?" You spoke softly from where you were cuddled into her side on the couch. "Are you okay?"
She had been quiet since she returned home from another long day of practice. Dinner was eaten in a tense silence and after that, you both settled in the living room to watch TV before bed, still not speaking much.
"I'm fine, babe." She responded, trying to hold back a heavy sigh and failing.
"Are you sure?" You pried gently, attempting to coax her into letting you in on her feelings.
"Yes. Now could you stop asking and just watch the show?" She snapped at you, causing you to release a sigh of your own.
"I'm sorry." She apologized, shaking her head and adjusting her position to lean forward, elbows resting on her knees. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that."
"It's fine."
"It's not fine." She argued. "You didn't deserve that."
"You're frustrated. I get it." You empathized, running a gentle hand down her back. "I just want you to talk to me."
"I'm just frustrated as hell." She huffed. "We've lost every game so far and I'm busting my ass every day at practice only to be a benchwarmer. I'm trying to be a supportive teammate, and I really am proud of the hard work everyone is putting in despite all of the setbacks, but it sucks."
"I know." You nodded.
"I'm trying my best to stay level-headed, but I just have so much pent-up stress and I need to blow off some steam. I just don't know how."
"Take it out on me, then."
"What?" She turned her head to look back at you where you rested against the couch.
"Take it out on me. Use me to let out some of that stress and frustration." You shrugged as if it was no big deal, which to you it wasn't.
"How?"
"How do you think?" You gave your best seductive smirk as you stood from the couch and stripped off your shirt. Tossing it at your dumbfounded girlfriend, you began to slowly step backwards towards the direction of your shared bedroom. "Only if you're up for it."
"Don't start something you can't handle." She spoke, the look in her eyes darkening as she, too, stood from where she sat.
"Who says I can't?" You cocked your head in challenge, a teasing glint in your eyes as she stepped closer.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked as you now stood chest-to-chest. One of her tattooed hands trailed up to wrap around your neck, applying light pressure. "Because I can't promise I'll be gentle."
"Do your worst."
Those three words were all she needed to hear before her lips crashed down on yours eliciting a breathy moan from you. Her tongue immediately found its way into your mouth at the given opportunity, initiating a battle for dominance, which she easily won. After a few moments of roughly, yet passionately, making out, she pulled away.
"Go to the bedroom and strip." She whispered, lips brushing yours as she spoke. "I want you on the bed and naked when I get in there." Nodding, you pulled out of her embrace and turned to make your way to the room.
You weren't sure how long you waited in anticipation, but it felt like ages before she finally appeared, a cup of water in hand. Her eyes held a predatory gaze as she made her way around to her side of the bed, keeping her eyes on you as she placed the cup on the nightstand. Without a word, she turned around, finally breaking the intense eye contact, and disappeared again. She quickly emerged from your walk-in closet holding a black box. Setting it to the side, she grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed.
"Fuck," She let out breathlessly as she dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed, examining the wetness between your thighs. "The things you do to me."
You let out a quiet gasp as she ran her thumb along your slit gently, collecting some of your arousal before putting her thumb in her mouth and releasing moan at the taste.
"Look at how wet you are, baby." She said as she swiped her index finger through your folds and raised it to show you.
Grabbing her hand, you brought it to your mouth to taste yourself. You held her gaze as you sucked on her finger, moaning as you did so. With a low groan rising from her throat, she yanked her hand away and moved to throw your legs over her shoulders. With a death grip on your thighs, she dove in, devouring you.
Her pace was fast and sloppy but so, so good. Her tongue teased your entrance while her nose nudged your clit. She had you seeing stars in no time. She'd barely started yet you were already teetering on the edge of your first orgasm of the night. Moving her mouth back up to suck on your swollen clit, she lifted her hand and sunk two of her long fingers in without any warning. The loud moan you let out had her smirking against you.
"That's it, baby." She cooed up at you. "Be loud for me. Let everyone know how good I make you feel." Her words encouraged another loud moan from you. "Good girl."
"I-I'm close, Em." You panted through your moans, back arching off the bed. "Please don't stop."
She didn't say anything in response but she didn't need to. Her actions said it all when she fastened her pace, bending and twisting her fingers, effortlessly finding that soft, spongy spot inside of you that sent you over the edge. Hand flying down to hold her head in place as she sucked your clit back into her mouth, you let out a sound that bordered on a scream as the bubble that had formed in you finally burst. She slowed her pace to help you ride out your high before finally coming to a stop and pulling away.
You felt your body melt into the mattress as you came down, chest heaving with every deep breath you took. Your eyes drifted to Emily as you lay there, body already spent, watching as she finally stripped down out of her own clothes.
"Like what you see, ma?" She smirked at you with a wink, grabbing the black box she had set aside.
"Always." You smiled back at her flirty remark, watching her movements intently as she pulled out her strap and vibrator.
"What's your color?" She asked as inserted her vibrator and put on the strap.
"Green." You replied.
"Good."
Climbing onto the bed and settling between your thighs, she leaned forward to connect her lips with yours. Distracting you with a fierce and passionate kiss, she turned on the vibrator and slowly sank into you. As the last inch pushed in, you broke the kiss and threw your head back against the pillows. With the combination of the vibrations and the fullness that you felt, you were already reeling from the pleasure.
You moaned in unison as she began to thrust into you, pace quickly turning brutal. Leaning down until her chest met yours, she attached her lips to yours again before making her way down. She stopped once her lips met your neck, biting, kissing, and sucking, surely leaving marks.
"Baby," You moaned, hand tangling in her hair that was falling out of her ponytail. "I-I think I'm gonna come."
"Hold it." She ordered.
"I c-can't." You whimpered, unshed tears blurring your vision.
"Yes, you can." She grunted, hips slamming into yours harder. "Be a good girl and hold it for me. I'm almost there."
Your body writhed beneath her as you both panted and moaned at the intense feelings. Your hands scraped down her back, legs locking around her waist.
"Em, please." You begged, after a few more harsh thrusts. "I can't hold it anymore."
"Okay." She panted. "Come for me." That was all she needed to say as you arched up into her, hands gripping her biceps. Loud moans filled the room as you both let go.
Emily pulled out soft and slow as your body fell limp against the bed. She soon joined you after removing her strap and vibrator. Your chests rose and fell in unison as you both tried to catch your breath. The room was comfortably quiet as you lay there, hands finding each other before intertwining.
After a few minutes of basking in the aftermath of the events that had taken place, Emily got up and walked into the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. You could hear her moving around and then the sound of water running. After about ten minutes, she returned and scooped you up into her arms.
"What are you doing?" You asked head resting on her shoulder.
"I drew us a bath."
She set you down in the warm water before climbing in behind you and pulling your back to rest against her chest. Her hands ran through your hair gently and as she relaxed with you in her arms.
"Was I too rough?" She asked, a content sigh leaving her lips and the remaining tenseness in her muscles melted away.
"No," You replied. "You were perfect." She hummed in response.
"Thank you." She spoke softly, eyes shut and head leaned back to rest of the edge of the bathtub.
"For what?"
"For supporting me. For always finding ways to make me feel better. For loving me."
"You don't have to thank me for any of those things, babe." You shook your head as best as you could with her hands still tangled in your hair. "That's what I'm here for. I would do absolutely anything for you, whether you asked me to or not."
"I know, but I feel like I don't express my gratitude enough. You put up with a lot from me and I am beyond grateful for you." She leaned down, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulders. "I really got lucky with you."
"I think I'm the lucky one here." You smiled at her loving words and gestures. "You are an amazing human being and an even more amazing girlfriend. I love you so much it hurts."
"Well, I love you more." She nipped at your ear playfully.
"Doubtful." You replied.
"Is that a challenge?" She chuckled as she flicked water at the side of your face. "If so, I'm prepared to win."
"I wouldn't expect any less." You giggled at her antics.
"Good." She smiled before crashing her lips onto yours.
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a/n: this is my longest fic yet. also, it's my first time writing smut EVER (or at least attempting to), so bear with me.
#emily engstler#emily engstler smut#emily engstler x reader#emily engstler imagine#washington mystics#wnba#wnba basketball#isa.writes
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if your comfortable writing this, can i request joost with a reader who sh? he accidentally finds out by their sleeve accidentally sliding down or something (im on the brink of relapsing and i need angst with comfort ��😭 not forcing tho lol, if ur uncomfortable writing this don't force yourself!!!)
A/n: I’m totally okay doing this! As someone who has fought this battle I totally get it and I hope you are okay Anon!! You have people who love you and you are so special in your own ways! Beautiful inside and out 🫶 I hope this helps and know you are never alone!! My DMs are always open honey
CW: SH, angst, sensitive topics, Joost being a sweetheart,
YOU ARE LOVED!! be safe everyone!
988 (suicide prevention)
It had been a pretty hot day in the Netherlands and your boyfriend Joost was set on taking you on a hike! Which would have been totally okay if you hadn’t just gone through a relapse… you don’t even know why it happened or what set you off, you cleaned them pretty well but they were still tender and you knew you couldn’t convince Joost to cancel the hike that he was so dead set on.
“Long sleeves, eh?” He blinks at you in suprise his owlish expression kinda funny “yeah! It’s a cute shirt!” You blow him off waving your hand dismissively and your boyfriend nods with a shrug “it is cute you got me there” he pinches your cheek before leaning down and giving you a big ol kiss on the cheek before peppering your face with them. The sunshine that your boyfriend is always makes you feel so free and warm. “Let’s go!! I want to get there before it gets packed!” He chirps taking your hand and pulling you out to the car after making sure you had enough water and packed the sun screen
After hiking for a few hours you and Joost found the most beautiful ledge looking over a beautiful river covered with pine trees and mountains as far as the eyes can see. “Wow” you mutter wiping your brow and fanning the neck of your shirt “that’s breathtaking” you mutter and Joost chuckles looking over at you “it is isn’t it? But the view infront of me is even better” he purrs and you look over at him blushing madly “don’t even with me” you laugh covering your face with your hands leading to Joost wrapping his arms around you in a big hug “let’s take a selfie!” He says tugging his phone out of his pocket “say cheese schat!” He puts the phone out in front of you two
As the sun gets closer and closer to setting the more you forget about your arms to busy listening to Joost tell you about random things he knows about the wilderness or just random facts he finds interesting. Without thinking you tug your sleeves up to your elbows to help the air circulate through your clothes and cool you off. Joost looks back at you mid laugh at a dumb thing he had brought to your attention about ducks “and then I learned that buffalo!-“ he stops taking a quick glance down at your revealed arms and pauses- and then you watch his face go through a few different emotions- landing on devastation “schat…” he mutters stepping towards you like you might run. Realizing your fatal mistake you can sense the color draining from your features
“Joost I-“ you try to come up with excuses or reasons but you come up empty “I’m-“ you stop feeling your boyfriend slowly pull you into his chest and wrap his arms delicately around you “why would you feel the need to hurt…” he questions searching for the words through his broken English “I don’t know…” you respond honestly not trying to move your arms or run away- just leaning into Joost like a life line “I’m so sorry-“ you start but joost shushes you softly shaking his head “don’t be sorry, you aren’t in trouble and you have nothing to be sorry for” joost says pulling away and gently bringing your arms up to his face kissing around the sounds careful not to irritate them or cause you pain “come to me next time my love” Joost mutters gently looking up at you “please allow me to help you” he pleads and you nod starting to tear up “okay..” you whisper and Joost straightens up and kisses you passionately “I love you with everything I am. I love you for any amount of time your head can come up with and more.” He confesses “and even more than that” he runs his fingers through your hair “I love you” he wipes away your tears and holds you close
When you two got home Joost had pulled you into bed and kissed you more times than you could count praising you and rubbing your back “you are beautiful. So beautiful” joost says softly between the two of you “beautiful”
A/N I hope you all know how loved you ALL are!!! I may not know everyone but I love everyone and no matter how hard your battle is never give up! You are all so strong!
Sorry if this seemed rushed or wasn’t that good…I’m on my phone and at work 😂 but I saw this request and knew I needed to get it out!!
I love you all!!!!!!
#joost klein#x reader#joost klein x reader#joost klein fanfic#joost klein x you#joostice#joost klein fluff#joost klein x f! reader
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hi there! i have a request for loser!luke where reader shows him where to put his hands on her and he's really eager to learn x
i completely understand if you don't write this since i'm sure there are many more requests, also could i be anon please!!
pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader (afab)
a/n: sorry this took forever but please enjoy !!
also - this request came in before i started participating in fics for gaza; please click here to find out more about this initiative and how to participate/contribute
word count: 795
MDNI !
“ugh, i told drew to clean up her shit,” you scoff, tossing away your half-sister’s used makeup wipes. “looks like the athena cabin is winning this time. 8.5/10?”
you look at luke for his input, but it’s no use. all luke has been good for this afternoon is whining, instead of helping you with this round of cabin inspections.
“katie loves roses.” luke stops to smell the bouquet that one of your siblings had next to their bunk.
“everyone loves roses,” you reply as you scribble down a score on your clipboard.
“but roses were her favorite.” luke pouts. he drops down onto your perfectly made bed, rumpling the sheets underneath him. “i hear what everyone is saying around camp, you know: about how katie gardener realized she was too good for me so she finally dumped me.”
you bite back a wince. you might have contributed to the gossip surrounding their breakup.
you sigh and take a seat next to luke, deciding it’s time to try and make him feel better.
“okay, castellan — enough moping. tell me what happened.”
“no.”
“luke. stop being a baby, i’m here to help.”
“it’s embarrassing.”
“well, you’re kinda embarrassing yourself already, with the whole love sick puppy act,” you point out, poking his thigh. luke swats your hand away.
“it’s really embarrassing, though.”
“oh, please; i’ve heard it all. you’d be surprised how many people confess to the head counselor of the aphrodite cabin; i mean, i am my mother’s favorite, but still —”
“katie broke up with me because i couldn’t get her off,” luke suddenly blurts.
there’s a moment of silence, and then you can’t help it — you burst out laughing.
“hey!” luke exclaims. “you said you were here to help. i knew it was embarrassing!”
“sorry, sorry.” you swallow your smile. “it’s just — did you not realize that she was faking it?”
“obviously not!” luke groans, his cheeks a vibrant red. “she was very convincing.”
you almost admire katie — knowing that she’s worth more than a guy she has to fake orgasms for — but you remind yourself that you’re here to comfort luke.
luke falls back onto the bed, hands covering his face.
“i wouldn’t be too hard on yourself — it’s actually really common for women to fake orgasms. mostly because men have no idea what to do.”
“because sex is impossible,” luke groans.
“it’s not, actually. think of it this way — how’d you get to be the best swordsman at camp?”
“...through training and lots of practice.”
you nod once. “exactly. sex is the same: you need to learn what your partner wants and what makes them feel good.”
“then i’ll be the best?”
you roll your eyes. “then you’ll be the best, and katie gardner will be sorry that she ever dumped you.”
luke doesn’t say anything, so you figure it’s time to get back to your senior counselor duties. you collect your clipboard and start getting up.
“wait.” luke grabs your wrist before you can move any further. “would you be open to….training with me?”
you hesitate, but you can’t deny that you’re intrigued by the offer. “look, castellan, you’re fragile now from the breakup and clearly not in your right mind —”
“i want to learn,” luke insists.
and that’s how you find yourself, legs spread wide with your back pressed against luke’s bare chest. you suck on two of his fingers as you guide his other hand to your breast, prompting him to pinch your nipple.
his chin is hooked over your shoulder, watching intently as you now bring his spit-soaked fingers down and plunge them into your pussy.
“this is a good start,” you praise. your own fingers scrape through his curls as you encourage him to go faster, harder. “now, if you really wanna make someone cum....”
you move his thumb to your clit.
“like this?” luke asks, his voice low. you throw your head back in pleasure when he presses down and starts rubbing in tight circles. luke becomes more confident after that. he curls his fingers inside you, and brushes the spot that always makes you unravel.
per your instructions, luke keeps plunging his fingers into you as you ride out your high. once you come down, he pulls out and sucks off your juices off.
“tastes real,” he hums; you nudge his side. “what! am i wrong?”
you shake your head, and luke responds with a triumphant grin.
“i’d say that was a good first lesson.”
“you’re already my star student,” you praise. you turn around so you can straddle him properly, kiss him and lick up any remnants of you on his lips. he moans underneath you when you rub yourself on his hardened length. “but, you still have a lot to learn.”
#saf writes#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan pjo#luke castellan#luke castellan smut
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regrets- s.reid
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summary: spencer comes back from prison and your grief and his cause the collapse of your world.
pairing: spencer reid x fem reader
warnings: suicide mentions, death, fighting, break-up, breif spencer in prison mentions (nothing about the storyline though dw)
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Spencer had always been skinny. He’d always been last picked for sports, and at the beginning of your relationship, he was nervous to be naked in front of you.
Were you two still even in a relationship?
He’d been in prison, then he was out and saving his mom. Now he’s home.
And you’re not.
The first thing to do in his mind is to shower. He wanted to wash the last few days off of him. He hadn’t been in a comfortable place in a long time, so the shower seemed different, the products you used to use were gone, replaced by others. Did you even live here anymore?
Getting naked was too difficult, every time he saw what he’d become, he felt the uncontrollable urge to vomit and not stop until he passed out. He sat in the bathroom for a long time, he wasn’t even sure how long.
The front door opened. Your voice to someone over the phone, a rustling of bags and a sigh once the call was over.
He had so many questions. Why hadn’t you been there? Where were you? You sent him letter after letter (ones he couldn’t bring himself to respond to) about not being able to wait to see him, about missing him, chewing him out for not letting you come see him.
So where had you been?
“Fuck this fucking funeral,” you mumbled to yourself as you walked through your kitchen. “Fuck my life.”
You grabbed a cup of water as you felt the familiar sting of tears in the back of your throat. Spencer listened close to the bathroom door as you slowly broke down. It started as just a single sob. Then it progressed until you were fully crying on your kitchen floor and dialling someone’s number.
“Y/n?” Penelope’s voice said from the other side of the line.
“Hey,” you sighed. “I’m so sorry that you couldn’t reach me for the past few days, I was back in Vermont and I had no cell service. Anyways, any news on Spencer? I know that Diana got moved to a facility, any news from him? Did Luke or Jj visit?”
Spencer’s heart broke as he listened to you put everything aside just to ask about him.
“Babe… Spencer got out three days ago,” she admitted.
Another stab to your already bleeding heart. Spencer watched as your face broke from the crack in the bathroom door.
“Oh,” your voice broke. “Good.”
There was a long silence.
“Do you know where he is?” You asked, ashamed that you had to ask someone else for the whereabouts of your fiancé.
“I’m not sure, I’m so sorry girl-” Penelope’s comforting voice was cut off by you hanging up. The sobbing started again and Spencer just couldn’t take it anymore. He opened the bathroom door and revealed himself, tears in his own eyes. You scrambled up to your feet and approached him cautiously.
“Hi,” he said, just above a whisper.
“Hey,” you said, lip quivering.
“What happened in Vermont?” He asked.
Your eyes dropped to the floor and he saw some tears fall. “My little sister killed herself.”
Spencer wanted nothing more than to grab you and hold you, but a voice in the back of his head told him that you’d reject him and call him disgusting. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” you shook your head. “I should’ve been here.”
“You didn’t-”
“I missed you so much Spencer,” you sighed, a watery smile on your lips. “Why didn’t you respond to my letters?”
Spencer felt a weight on his chest tighten. “I-I couldn’t.”
“You responded to everyone else's.”
“You’re different-”
“I’m expendable. I’m just here, all the fucking time, aren’t I? Do you even want to get married?” You demanded.
Spencer brought a hand up to your cheek and wiped away a single tear. “I would marry you right now.”
You closed your eyes, pushing his hand away. “I’m sorry,” you cried. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
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Spencer was quiet and allowed you your space, but still stayed close enough to be around. The following weeks were full of ups and downs, one of which ended with you sleeping on the couch.
He’d said something stupid about you not trying hard enough with taking care of yourself, like he had any weight in that conversation. He couldn’t even look at himself.
He didn't take kindly to that comment.
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“You think it’s easy for me?” He asked. “I was in prison for-”
“You think that was easy for me? I was alone-”
“I never asked to be put in prison!” He shouted.
“I never asked for my sister to kill herself!” You screamed.
There was silence for a moment.
“I’m done with you,” Spencer snapped. “We’re done.”
And your heart broke for a second time.
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“What happened?” Penelope asked, opening her door to you.
“We broke up,” you shrugged. “I need somewhere to stay until I can get an apartment.”
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Penelope watched in horror as you went about your days as normal for the next three weeks. Acting as if nothing had even happened.
Something had happened. Your life had changed in two major ways. You weren’t a fiancé anymore. You weren’t a sister anymore. You were nothing. At least, that’s what it felt like.
And nothings aren’t FBI agents.
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You sat in Emily’s office with a sullen look on your face. Her’s had drained of all colour when you handed in your gun and resigned.
“You’re serious?” she asked.
“Deadly.”
“You’re happy?” she asked again, meeting your eyes.
“No.”
She nodded, understanding your issues and pulled you in for a motherly hug. “We’ll miss you a lot.”
“Don’t be a stranger,” you sighed, lying to both of you. The phone would not be working both ways. She’d call and leave voice notes, and you’d listen to them but never reply. But it would be enough for the both of you.
“You’d never be a stranger to me,” she smiled sadly. Emily had been like a sister since the beginning. She’d always looked out for you. She’d always been there for you. “I’d suggest cleaning out your desk before Reid comes in next week,” she nodded, wiping her tears.
“It’s done.”
Emily nodded, then smiled at you. “You’re going to do something so special.”
“Thank you,’ you whispered, your emotions getting the better of you.
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“Where’s Y/n?” Spencer asked, sitting at the roundtable. “Her desk is empty.”
“She left last week, Spence,” Jj admitted. “We thought she’d told you?”
“What? No, she didn’t tell me?”
“She’s your fiancé Spencer, she obviously had to tell you.”
Penelope and Emily made brief eye-contact. Spencer looked down.
“We broke up.”
Jj’s jaw dropped, Luke’s jaw dropped.
“She’s gone,” Emily sighed. “Sorry Spencer.”
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Spencer’s world was in black and white. You were gone. You’d left. His love was gone.
How would he survive?
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criminal minds masterlist :)
navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, marvel, top gun, challengers, the bear, the hunger games, obx+)
#criminal minds imagine#bau team#criminal minds fandom#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fic#criminal minds#spencer reid#dr spencer reid#spencer#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid criminal minds#doctor spencer reid
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friendly blows
soshiro hoshina x gn!reader
smile and wave everyone. there may be the slightest bit of suggestive dialogue but that's bc hoshina's a fucker
word count: 1091
“Do you take great pleasure in beating the shit out of me or something?” you pant from where you lay on the floor. As you attempt to sit up, you wince, holding your rib. “You kicked me in the fucking rib, Hoshina-”
“Ah, pshaw. Didn’t hit it hard enough to properly break it,” Hoshina says, waving his hand dismissively. “You’ll live. I know your limits better than you, I think. After all, I spend so much time staring at your vitals in HQ anyway… I know what’s fragile about you. And besides, I’m not trying to kill you. You’ll be fine.” He wipes sweat from his jaw, one of his crimson eyes opening as he smirks down at you, a wink. He extends his hand out to you. “Up on your feet, soldier. Got a bit more fight left in ya, I can tell.”
“You’re a bastard,” you grouse, reaching out your hand to grasp his as you begin to pull yourself up–
And then Hoshina retracts his hand, and you fall right back onto the ground.
“Fucker!” you grumble as Hoshina begins to chuckle.
“Ohh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… had to, had to. If you still have the energy to mouth off I’m sure you have more than enough energy to fight me.” Hoshina teases, though his expression seemed a little more serious. “You’re the one who wanted to fight me, let’s not forget. I’m just giving you your money’s worth.”
You growl, pressing your hands against the training room’s mats as you push yourself up, still rubbing at where Hoshina had kicked you before. You ready yourself into a sparring position, and Hoshina simply just stares at you, a teasing smirk on his face.
Pure cockiness.
You’ve been fighting for close to thirty minutes–it’s felt like an eternity, in any case. He’s seen most of your moves, and the ones he hasn’t seen, he’s been able to predict with relative ease.
Hoshina moves fast–almost too fast for your eyes to process, his foot swinging out to kick you in the side, and you manage to jump out of the way just in time for his swing to find no purchase. He laughs, winding up his arm to slam a punch towards your face. You hold up your hands fast enough to block the blow and grit your teeth as Hoshina bears down on you with the punch, forcing his whole weight onto you.
“Not bad,” Hoshina says. “You’re getting better at predicting my moves.”
Focusing’s taking too much of your time, so you simply huff.
“Ahh, there it goes,” Hoshina teases. “Can’t mouth off if you’re too busy trying to focus on not getting hit, right?”
A sudden punch to your stomach scatters your focus immediately as he swings his leg, his foot hooking your ankle and causing you to slam against the ground with a thud.
You cough as the impact takes all the air out of your lungs, and Hoshina leans over you.
“You alive?” he teases, baring his teeth.
Fucker.
“Oh, plenty alive,” you rasp, reaching up to grab him by the collar.
As he yelps—it’s a cute sound, to hear him caught off guard—you hook your leg around the back of his knee and he collapses against you, barely avoiding smashing your heads together by bracing himself against the mat. After a bit of struggling, you flip your positions so that you’re pinning him against the mat with a hand pressed against his sternum, your legs bracketing his thighs to keep him from moving.
Hoshina’s eyes are fully open, staring at you as his chest heaves. He pants, and you’re furtively grateful he’s not making some kind of smart remark.
“What was that, you said? If you have the energy to mouth off… something like that? Where’s all your fight now?” you gasp out, pressing your hand down harder.
Hoshina wheezes.
“Oh, believe me, pretty thing, I’ve got more fight left in me than you could ever imagine,” Hoshina says, his eyes meeting yours as suddenly you feel yourself buckling. Hoshina pushes you back with a gentle hand, as if you’re barely any weight to him at all, shuffling your bodies–
“Hey–” you protest as he flips you onto your front, pinning you to the mat with a knee to the small of your back and holding your arms back with a hand. “I got you that time!”
“You did,” Hoshina amends. “You can get some praise for that, if you want. Ohh, you did so well,” his voice lilts as he leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear. “Keep it up, and maybe you can pin me down for longer…”
Your face flushes.
“Going red? How cute,” Hoshina says. “Well… hm. Let’s end training here for today.”
He pulls back, letting you get up.
“You bastard,” you say, your hands coming up to your face to assess how flushed your cheeks are. It might just be because of the training, but you feel like you’re on fire, somehow.
“Mm, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Hoshina says, holding up a water bottle to you. “Here. Good work today.”
You unscrew the water bottle, drinking about half the bottle, crushing the plastic in your grip as you do. Hoshina watches with bemusement in his eyes.
“I just feel like I’m not getting better,” you say frustratedly. “When I fight you it just feels like I just forget about everything else I’ve learned.”
“Aww, don’t let that get you down,” Hoshina teases. “You’re doing great against me. Most people can’t even land a hit on me, you know! And you kept me pinned down for… longer than anyone could say they had before.” He seemed almost embarrassed to admit it, pressing a hand to the back of his neck.
“You’re making fun of me,” you say. “Aren’t you?”
“No,” Hoshina says after a moment, a smile approaching this side of genuine crossing his lips. “You’re doing great against me. I look forward to the day where you can beat me. Let me see your hand for a sec?”
You extend your hand for a second, wondering what he’ll do–
Hoshina simply kisses your bruised knuckles, holding your hand gently. You think you might be dead, hallucinating, or something, with the way your heart stops for a moment–and then the moment’s over, because Hoshina has parted from you, letting go of your hand.
“Text me if you ever want to spar again,” he says, turning away from you.
“Hoshina–” you start, but he’s already gone.
Fucker.
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RE4 leon x reader. i'm trying to get out of my writer's block, so yeah. infected!leon and infected!reader but no smut. just implied friends or probably more
"Oh, my god," you grabbed your head, "Leon..." A small growl was at the end of your sentence. Everything you saw was almost completely blurry thanks to that dick ass creature who threw up a sort of acid. Despite constantly repeating it, you still didn't understand that the people in this village had bug DNA in them. Your mind wanted to make a list of all the probably insects they were, but you clutched your face and growled even louder. "Fuck." You closed your eyes and your knees gave out into the ground.
Leon hurried to your side, "I'm here. I'm here." His hand was on your shoulder to assure your safety. His other hand gently cleaned away the spit with a rag, the slime was still around your nose and cheeks, but at least it didn't burn anymore. "Thanks." You tried to look at Leon, but he still looked a bit blurry however you could spot his awkward smile. Your eyes narrowed a bit, "Thank you, Leon." You whispered softly. Leon pushed off his side bangs before properly sitting down beside you.
It was just a tiny break from this hell.
Luis just died in your arms thanks to your Major whom you trusted with your entire heart. The Major that caught you how to heal a fellow comrade. Krauser didn't like you like he liked Leon. That stung more than you would like. You liked the praise and you liked the harsh training. You wanted to see that you were worth it and just a lousy weak girl.
But in the end, you were a lousy girl.
You allowed yourself and Leon to get infected. You allowed Luis to die. You were a secondary character in Leon's life story because Krauser didn't even mention you. You weren't Leon. Now, thinking about it, you didn't know why Leon wasn't sent alone because God knew he could've survived without a person covering him from above or her stupid patching abilities.
You were just a girl who was suppose to die. A girl wasn't allowed to train beside Leon.
You were nothing.
Leon slowly looked at you, "Hey, are you okay?" He asked gently. He was treating you like a wounded animal, you wish you could be offended by it, but you knew if he didn't speak to you in that tone. You would think of running off or making an excuse on running off. But all that question made was you slump over.
"I'm tired." You mumbled. "I'm tired of dealing with merchant. I'm tired of chasing around Ashley. I'm so fucking tired." You hugged your legs against your chest. Leon nodded his head, "I can see why." He answered in that same tone of yours.
A small flashback appeared in your mind, you remembered how Leon came back from Krauser's training with cuts and a sore body. That same bitterness came into mind once again. Burning your skull with your useless self.
He has a true reason to be tried while all you had was your sorry ass kicking itself over and over. Begging for pity.
You stayed quiet. Feeling that damn bug, walking around and making her feel worse; Leon's hands cupped each other. You two were alone. Both struggled with an issue neither wanted to talk about, but you knew your issues, so that was enough.
Your finger scratched the inside of your ear.
"I'm," You struggle to even find your own words because every word after that ends with a wall, "I'm sorry." You whispered. Your legs crossed underneath your body, you wanted to say more, but what else there to say. "If I did a better job saving Luis," Your mouth turned dry, "If I," Your fingers squeezed together and repeated hit your chest, "I did a good job as your partner. This wouldn't end like this."
Leon tried to call out your name, but that anger of yours stood more. "I wanted to make myself proud. Make sure I can handle this."
"Handling this doesn't make it easier for me either." Leon remarked quickly. You nodded your head, "Well, you are Leon S. Kennedy. The president's favorite agent and everyone's favorite rookie." You mumbled annoyed.
"Seriously?" He scratched the back of his head, "You are just," Leon looked around the empty section of the castle they cleared out, "Jealous of me?"
"Envious."
"Well, I'm not." Leon folded his right leg and let his left leg stretched out. "I hate my life. I'm given a responsibility I never wanted. Krauser just saw me as his younger version of himself." Leon ruffled his blond locks of hair. "And that dick turned evil. That's fun." His head tilted a tiny bit towards you. Leon squeezed his thigh.
"Well, I'm nothing compared to you." You mumbled. "They don't even bother remembering my name." You recalled how everyone knew Leon's name, but Krauser being behind of this made more sense. "I'm just..." Your flashbacks betrayed you when Luis looked at you.
He smiled at you.
He saw you.
"I don't know who I am." Like it or not, you wanted praise for your achievements. Before Leon could answer or even you to hate yourself- Leon and you feel even more to the ground. The bug was picking more inside of you, running around and making itself a space. "Leon!" You cried out weakly. Your hand stretched out to get his hand. He grabbed your hand tightly with his.
The pain was running throughout the body. The black veins around your body were growing around your arms. You felt the burn with every inch. The veins crawled up. Up your neck and slowly up your face. You grabbed Leon's hand tighter, desperately trying to find peace and hope in this situation.
What will happen once the plagas effects them? Will they be mindless creatures every once in a while crying out 'Las Plagas' or muttering about the Lord Saddler?
Your stomach was gnawing at itself, bubbles of acid raised inside of your body. The damn bug was biting and biting. Controlling your stupid nervous system. You couldn't speak. It was grunts. Whines. Your body twitched over and over as the bug clawed and clawed. Your hand squeezed his tightly, your nails clawed and drew out his blood from his forearm.
Leon growled with pain, his arms instinctively twitched to hold you, but his own bugs was making his body hurt yet he tried to protect. His arms wrapped around your body, holding your clawing arm against his chest. Both of your body twitched over and and over. Clashing against each other. Who knows how long it lasted? It could've been days. Seconds. Weeks.
But once it ended, Leon and you were in that small silence. His arms around your waist. You let out a small sob, and your forehead rested on his chest. No matter the situation, blood and wounds always tied you two together. Leon's hand gently held your cheek, it was silent a moment as he comforted you with his touch. Like it or not. You were his partner and you loved it.
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Could you write some headcanons for Sebastian comforting his spouse who has anxiety and depression stemming from a less-than-stellar upbringing? I tend to need assurance people aren't mad at me and I avoid conflict cuz it tends to make me cry. Got to wondering how he'd handle all that lol.
rest your head, love || sebastian x farmer oneshot
after getting into an argument with haley, anxiety courses through your veins. but, sebastian is always here to help you through it <3
warnings: reader fights with haley (sorry haley lovers 🙏), hints towards abusive parenting but nothing outright described. nothing too dark, simply a comfort fic :)
requested by: anon! hi, i'm so sorry this took so long to come out! another one requested before my unannounced hiatus 💀 anyway! i love this request, this is probably one of my favorite things to write about, i love comfort fics 🙏 thank you so so so much for the request! also changing this into a fic because i believe the format would be easier :)
Stepping through the doors of your home, the expression on your face showed that you're absolutely defeated. Your demeanor was clouded by anxiety, and Sebastian could tell. As he rose from his computer and walked closer to you, he wore a worried expression. “Love, are you doing okay ...?”
You softly shook your head, sitting down on the bed and staring off into space. “I-I ... I got into an argument- ... with Haley. And ... I just feel like I ca- can't really breathe, y'know ...?” you stuttered out, putting your shaking palms against your face.
Sebastian sat down beside you and rested a hand on your back, rubbing circles with his thumb. “You can't take anything Haley says seriously, she's just insecure. She's just a bitch,” he mumbled to you, although it didn't seem to help. He knew that this was deeper than Haley, it was something much deeper.
Kissing your temple, Sebastian softly took your hands in his. “Hey, I want you to listen to my voice. Exit your mind, it's too dark of a place to be in right now. Would you like to sit in my lap?” he asked in the softest voice he could, offering his comfort.
As you crawled into his lap and wrapped your legs around his waist, you felt his arms caress your back. Tears started flowing from your eyes and you buried yourself in the crook of his neck. “I-I just hate arguing, and she said- she said so many things that I-I've heard too many times before and- I thought that I got away from it all! I'm just so- ... I'm upset and I can't help it ...”
Sebastian removed his hands from your back and cupped your face, wiping the gentle tears from your cheeks. “It's okay. You are away from it, I promise. Nothing's gonna hurt you here, not even Haley. You're none of the things Haley said, not a single one of them, do you hear me?”
You gave a silent nod, leaning into his hand. “... not even when she said I was annoying? Or boring? Or- ... anything?” you said, attempting to take deep breaths between your shuddered exhales.
“Yes, dear. You're none of those things. You're not annoying, why else would I even be here? You're not boring, you actually interest me more than any of the people in the town. You actually have a personality, you don't seem as 2D as everyone else ... you're everything to me, so please don't think stupid things like that. The people who say stupid things like that just don't get it. Now relax, let me take your mind off of it for a little while,” Sebastian said in a stern yet comforting tone. He held you tight to his chest, rubbing your back while he rocked softly.
He knew all about your past. He knew the horrendous things that you've witnessed, you've heard, you've felt. He was hellbent on mending that part of you, even if it meant a small bit at a time. He'd stay up all night with you if you needed, but you had fallen asleep in his lap soon after you felt safe enough to. He laid back on the bed, pulling you close and wrapping the cover around you both. He could finish his work tomorrow, nothing could beat these soft moments with you.
Pressing another soft kiss to your temple, he whispered to you. “Goodnight love, rest your pretty head,” he muttered, before closing his own eyes. He slept soundly next to you, holding you close the entire night. Nothing could beat this.
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Broken Together
BlackCat!reader x Bucky Barnes
Chapter 5/6 : <Prev/ Next>
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Talks of violence, suggestive language
A/N: okay so I fully planned to do a smut scene but then I chickened out because I've never written one before so.... sorry. ALSO: keep your eyes peeled for the kickoff post of my 300-follower (holy shit) celebration along with chapter 3 of the Fluttering Hearts series, both will be coming out before the end of the day!
You nod a solitary nod and reach for the door handle.
“I love you.”
That stops you cold in your tracks.
“Don’t say that.”
“That’s not really the reaction I was looking for if I’m honest.”
“Well what did you want me to say James?”
“I don’t know, really anything but don’t say that. I tell you how I’m feeling and you know that I’m not good with that feeling shit and your reaction is to tell me not to say it?”
“Jesus Bucky, I can’t ever tell with you! Two minutes ago you were giving me the silent treatment and being all pissy and now you tell me you love me? What am I supposed to do with that?!”
“I- just… I spent the whole night worrying about you, you were back there in that room all alone with those bastards and I couldn’t get to you. I just had to listen through comms and hope and pray to whatever God there is that you come out the other side.”
“Bucky, I can take care of myself.”
“I know that, really I do. I have never ever doubted that you could handle yourself but that doesn’t make it any less terrifying when you go somewhere I can’t reach you. It’s bad enough I had to watch you hanging off that asshole all night. Watching him touch you in the way I’d wanted to all night.” Bucky’s hands tighten around the wheel. You watch as he swallows something caught in his throat.“I watched and stood there like an idiot while he held you close and made you laugh and did everything I’d been dreaming about. I couldn’t look away though, as much as I wanted to becuase even a glimpse of your smile is enough to make all that shit worth it. But then I hear you being threatened, I watch you walk away with the target and not even five minutes later he pulls a gun on you? It took everyhting in me not to run to you, not to burst in and protect you with all I have.”
“I don’t need your protection-”
“I know that! Goddamn it I know that! I know that your amazing, that’s the only thing that kept me from running in there, knowing how good you are. How good my girl is at her job, she doesn’t need me, but I really fucking wish she did.”
“You’re girl? I’m not your girl James I- you don’t even like me?”
“What?! Why the hell do you think I don’t like you?”
You scoff, “You give me shit all the time. You call me Fury’s pet and you never fail to let everyone know just how much you don’t trust me.”
“I trust you, I trust you with my whole life, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“You have a funny fuckign way of showing it.” You cross your arms over your chest, this whole night scratch that day has been a total fucking emotional rollercoaster, you almost died and now here you are. The man who you love to hate and hate to love is spouting all kinds of heartfult shit and you’re reeling, I mean… what are you supposed to say to that?!
Bucky takes your silence harshly, he tries to fill the space with as many words as he can. He knows that he’s not good at this shit. He isn’t James Barnes the ladies man from the forties anymore, he’s too broken for that. But he can tell your broken too, and maybe you can be broken together?
“When I say that I love you, I mean it. I mean that I can’t stop thinking about you, when youre not next to me it’s like i can’t breathe. When I hear you laugh or see you smile my whole world lights up. God even when you’re yelling at me an throwing pillows and shit I can’t help but feel like a goddamn wire. I don’t know when I realized it was love, if it was months ago or minutes ago but I’m not taking it back. I don’t think I can ever take it back.” Bucky ends his rant with several big breaths. The whole time he was talking, his eyes never left the road, his hands never left the wheel.
“James, I- God fuck. I’m not a good person. I don’t deserve good things. Anyone i’ve ever been close to has told me the same shit, i’m too broken to be good to anyone.”
“Yeah. You’re broken. You’re a smart-mouth little piece of shit who doesn’t lok after herself and can’t follow a sleep schedule for the life of her and I love you.” He finally looks into your eyes.
“I don’t need a perfect girl, I don’t want a perfect girl, someone to hang off my arm and laugh at my jokes and just stand there looking pretty? I’ve had that and it gets boring really fucking fast. But you? I could spend the rest of my life trying to figure you out and I really really want to.”
“I’m not easy, and I don’t think I ever will be.”
“I like a challenge.”
“Well,-”
“Jesus, Stop trying to talk me out of this, I want you. I want you and all the messy shit that come’s with that.”
“I’m running out of reasons anyway.”
“What does that mean… for us I guess?”
“It means that if you can get us back to the hotel within the next five minutes I’m gonna let you see the pretty little number I have on underneath this dress.”
Bucky slammed on the gas.
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It took the two of you four minutes to get to the hotel, the entire time people were honking at your car weaving through traffic. You’re really fucking surprised that the two of you didn’t get pulled over.
Four minutes is a lot of time though, especially when your nervous as hell and have a penchant for self-sabatage. You don’t know how this is going to go. This is brand new territory for you and honestly your shitting bricks right now with how nervous you are.
It’s not like you’ve never been with anyone, but Bucky is the first guy that you’ll genuinely care what happens when it’s over. Most of the guys you’ve been with before have been the type to only want something physical from you, not that you were complaining, you had needs and they were willing to fuffil them. They just didn’t want to date you, and never once had any of them used the L-word.
You’re still reeling from Bucky’s confession. You have no idea how long he’s felt this way but the more you think about it the more it makes sense. For as long as you’ve known the man he’s been difficult to read, he build walls as easily as you do and he uses them to block out 99.99% of people in his life.
Now that you’re really thinking about it you’re astonished at how much he told you tonight. You guess having a gun pulled on the person you care about really makes you want to tell them everything you’d been holding back.
You’d be lying if you thought that there wasn’t something you also wanted to tell Bucky when you heard the safety click off. You don’t know if love is the right word, not yet but you do know that he means just about the world to you. The only person in your life who really seems to see you and understand what you’re thinking. You’ve always liked working with Barnes, it was easy, but now you think there might be something else to it.
Bucky pulls into a parking spot right at the front of the building and within seconds he’s by your door opening it and offering you a hand to step out.
“Eager?”
“Very.”
He pulls you out of the car but doesn’t step back, he crowds you in every sense of the word. You see and smell and think nothing but him. This close you notice the little things that you hadn’t before, like the little piece of hair that keeps falling onto his forehead, escaping the gel holding the rest of his locks back. Or the way small scars he has, one above his eyebrow, a line to the right of his lip, a little triangle under his eyes. You could spend hours studying him, he doesn’t give you that long tough,
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, moving closer to your mouth. You don’t answer, just push yourself into him. You practically melt at the little groan that falls past his lips.
His hands fall to your hips almost instintually, the grab ahold of you firmly not willing to let you move even an inch from his hold.
His mouth moves passionalty against yours, he takes his time really trying to get to feel you, to taste you. The pulls away only enough to get air into his lungs, resting his forehead agaisnt yours. God he could kiss you for a lifetime and even a bit longer than that.
“That was…” you start.
“Yeah.” The corners of his lips turn up into a genuine smile. You love his smile even if you don’t get to see it that often.
“James?”
“Yeah Kitty?” He giggles… this grown ass man giggles into you.
“Take me upstairs, these people don’t need a show.” You nod your head at the gathering of people outside, trying and failing to make it look like they weren’t just staring.
“Gladly.”
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Confessions
My take on how the Lady Whistledown reveal between Pen and Colin could go in s3p2!
TW: Angst
Let me know if you want a second (smutty) chapter in the comments!
Thanks to @barbiewritesstuff for betaing!
Check this story out on Ao3!
Pen was breathless by the time they made it to what she assumed was Colin’s room. Her panic did not allow for her to take much of it in as she turned to face him in the soft light of the moon.
“Colin,” she said, her voice breaking on a sob,”I-”
His eyes were icy and his voice hard, as he cut her off, “How could you? How could you expose Eloise? Marina?”
Penelope closed her eyes, taking a breath, her answer surprised even herself, “Because I love you, I’ve loved you from the first day we met. You fell off your horse and even though you were covered in mud, you laughed. You showed me kindness when others would have been cruel.”
“Pen-” he started, confusion and shock painted his features.
“Please,” she replied, her voice rough and broken, her eyes pleading with him to let her explain.
At his silence she continued speaking, “Marina was using you, when my mother found out she was pregnant they decided to trick a young man into marriage and hoped that he wouldn’t notice when the baby came early. I tried - I did everything I could think of. I - I couldn’t let them use you Colin…” she trailed off as she broke down in sobs, hugging her arms to her chest.
Warm arms enveloped her in a tight hug, “Shhhh,” he breathed into the top of her head, “It’s okay Pen, I-” Colin let out a shuddering breath, “I didn’t realize how far her scheming went.”
Taking a deep, gasping breath, Pen nodded, trying to calm herself enough to continue, once she had quieted her crying, Colin prompted her again, “What about Eloise? Does this have to do with your apparent falling out?”
A lone tear fell on to her reddened cheek, her heart breaking as she continued to lay her sins bare to him, “She had drawn the attention of the Queen. She thought El was Whistledown, she threatened to ruin your family. I knew that if what El was doing was printed, the Queen would leave your family alone. I didn’t want to publish it, and I published a tame version of the events at that, but I did it to protect your family.”
With that she stayed silent, the occasional hiccuping breath escaping the confines of her lips as a steady stream of tears flowed down her face. She couldn’t bring herself to look up at him, especially with the next statement that left her lips, her voice nothing but a pained whisper, “I would understand if you felt differently now. If you travel for a year I’m sure the scandal would die off, I won’t pose a threat to your future.”
She felt his grip loosen as he pulled away from her slightly, “Pen,” he whispered, as he lifted her chin with a finger, their gaze connecting as he made a confession of his own, “I love you, I’m sorry it took me so long to see it, to see you. I would be a fool to let you go. Let me protect you, as you have protected my family and I.”
The shock of his confession found Penelope on the verge of sobbing again, but the quivering of her lip was put to a stop as Colin crashed his mouth down on to hers, their kiss all consuming, sealing their fate together.
Colin broke away first, “Pen if I had known, I -”
“Shhh,” she said, placing her finger on his lips to silence him, “It is alright,” she said with a sad smile.
He brought a hand up to pull hers from his mouth, “No, it is the farthest from alright,” he said, his hold on her getting just a bit tighter than before, “God, you were protecting me, and Eloise, and look how we have treated you. Hell, up until ten minutes ago I was ready to dance on Lady Whistledown’s grave.”
“You didn’t know,” she said, “I couldn’t tell you, I had to protect you, and El, if the Queen finds out who I am, everyone we know will be threatened. Colin, are you certain you still want to marry me?”
Pen’s heart stopped as his look turned almost dark before she felt his hands shift lower, from her waist to her bum, and she let out a surprised squeal as Colin picked her up with ease, her legs wrapping around his trim waist on instinct and her hands clutching at the back of his neck.
“You are my dearest friend, and fierce protector, there is nothing that will keep me from marrying you now,” he said, his voice deep and heady, “I only wish I had plucked up the courage to tell you I was interested in you as more than just a friend sooner, much sooner” he ended in a whisper, his lips seeking hers out passionately.
Footsteps in the hallway brought their embrace to a stand still, Colin’s grip on her vice-like as they both held their breath, the footsteps fading down the hall until they were left in silence once again.
Colin quickly put her down on her own feet once more, “Forgive me Pen, I should not have- You are too precious to me for me to treat you this way, now and in the carriage, I am a gentleman, I should-”
Pen gripped his collar with her fingers and pulled him down into a softer, slower kiss, “I find I am not sorry in the least,” she said, a smirk finding its way onto her face.
Puffing out a laugh, Colin’s gaze fell from her lips to her breasts, and on down. She felt his hands shift on her waist, turning her until her back was tucked tightly against his front and she could feel the hard planes of his body against her feminine softness. Penelope’s breath caught in her throat as she saw them standing in the mirror.
Colin’s hands framing her hips, his lips pink and slightly swollen from their passionate kissing, how tall his frame was in comparison to her own. While Pen wasn’t one to be caught admiring herself in the mirror, she couldn’t keep her eyes from taking in her own flushed cheeks and chest, how her lips looked slightly puffy and darker than usual, and how dark her irises had become in the face of their passion.
She continued to watch as Colin traced a finger from her ear, down her neck and across her shoulder, to the strap of her dress, the roughness of his voice surprising her, “I do believe we have some unfinished business, Pen.”
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Stranger In The Dark
JAKE KISZKA X FEMALE READER
A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry for being inactive for the past month but I’ve been working on a new project I will soon be releasing! In the meantime, enjoy this oneshot!
Word Count: 5.5k
WARNINGS: 18+ graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (be smart), dirty talk, praise kink, spit kink, slapping kink, language, alcohol consumption, stranger fuck, some dom jake, sir kink, rough sex, fingering, oral sex (f&m rec), slight hair pulling, slight edging, teasing, throat fucking, etc etc.
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A month ago you would have had to be dragged out of your house, kicking and screaming, before ever being caught spending your Friday night with anyone else besides your bed. But here you are, wedged in the back of an old rundown bar in the middle of nowhere, a half hour from your apartment, voluntarily.
Your best friend from work had somehow convinced you to join her tonight, but of course, she’s twenty minutes late. You wait for her with your legs crossed and your thumb circling the brim of a beer bottle placed in front of you. Pretending to be deep in thought to scare off any approaching strangers, your eyes scan the view in front of you.
It’s like any other old bar scene; dull and boring. Around you sit many older men, sullen and depressed, lazily sipping from their third or fourth beer of the night. The whole atmosphere appears gloomy and unwelcoming, making you wonder why the hell your friend chose this location of all places. The dim building beckoned gullible people in by the glow of the neon sign before sucking them into a depression for the rest of the evening with cheap drinks and impolite staff. Despite the shallow crowd, the speakers still boomed with deafening music, the vibrations humming against the underside of your thigh.
Your eyes fall short on a figure in the corner leaning against the wall. From what you can tell, he has longer hair and is dressed in a pirate-like state. He has a drink in one hand and holds it with a bent arm at his side. You feel as though he’s watching you, but the shadow he’s hiding in makes it nearly impossible to tell.
Your phone begins to vibrate aggressively across the table, bouncing across the wood to get your attention. You quickly grab the device, throwing apologetic glances to everyone around you who gives you the slightest bit of attention.
Hey. Look I’m really sorry about tonight but I can’t make it. Luke showed up at my door and wanted to talk…
You sigh at your friend's words, tossing your gaze back to the corner where the mysterious man once occupied. It’s vacant now, no trace of the man left besides an empty glass on a nearby table. As you listen to your friend ramble on about her ex boyfriend, you search for him. Scanning the few labored bodies that surround the island up front, you look for a man with longer hair. You spot a few but you know it can’t be him—it doesn’t feel like him.
Finally, you spy him. He’s hunched over the island with his back to you, requesting a drink from the waitress serving him. She nods politely and disappears for a moment, only returning once his order is filled. She laughs at something he says, her short blonde hair dancing around her shoulders as she does so. The man doesn’t turn around, making you all too interested to put a face to this rather attractive body.
Are you mad?
You nearly forgot you were on the phone.
Maybe. You could have told me sooner.
Your friend begins apologizing profusely in your ear, but all you’re able to focus on is the unknown man who’s turning around. You’re able to see him now, your heart skipping a beat in the process. Dressed in a black undershirt that exposes nearly all of his chest entirely with an abundance of silver pendants laying on the skin, he catches your attention. He’s wearing a black jacket over the bottom layer, obviously meant to protect him from the fierce winter winds of Michigan. He has black slacks on and some form of print on his shoes that are slightly heeled and pointed. The man, once again, has a drink pressed to his side.
Please say something.
Your mind comes back to you but your words don’t when you realize the man has caught you staring. Quickly, you face the opposite direction and turn your full attention back to your friend in hopes of chasing him off.
I’m not mad, I just wish you had said something earlier so I didn’t need to stay in this hell-hole for a half hour without you.
You begin complaining to your friend as your peripheral vision catches the man nearing your table.
Is it that bad?
You swallow thickly, your throat going dry as you fear the absolute worst from the strange man.
Yes. My beer is warm and the music sucks.
When you realize your plan of keeping to yourself has failed, you play it off by giving the man a brief glance. He stands at the edge of your table, his arms crossed and a smirk plastered on his pink lips.
I’m sorry but I have to go. We will reschedule, okay?
You want to beg her to stay on the line; tell her the situation you’ve got yourself into to stall the ticking time bomb of talking to the man. Before you’re even able to muster out a goodbye, the line goes silent and you’re left there staring at the man in front of you, dreading this position you’ve fallen into.
“Can I help you?” You ask once you remove your phone from your ear, keeping it in your hand in case you need to call for help.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” the man says, his tone rather soft and quiet and contradicting his appearance. “I mean, it makes sense because I’ve never been here before,”
Your face is expressionless as you watch a smile form on his face, just briefly, before slipping back into a smirk.
He turns to acknowledge the vacant seat in front of you. “May I?”
You nod without hesitation and watch him fall into the booth just a few feet in front of you. He sets his drink on the table with a small clink and lingers in your ears for a few seconds as he situates himself.
“You don’t like the music?” He finally asks, a finger pointing to the speaker above your head.
Your shoulders relax enough for you to grab your beer and bring it to your lips. “I’ve heard better,”
The man raises an eyebrow and watches you take a swig of the alcohol. “Like what?”
You shrug, eyes faltering from him. You feel belittled by his presence but you refuse to let it show so you sit up straight and look him in the eyes. “Well, if you’re talking about rock, Led Zeppelin’s got tons of good shit,”
“I know,” he grins, picking his drink back up by the glass rim. “A bit basic, don’t you think?”
You watch him flick his wrist, the ice inside the cup swirling around in the brown frothy liquid. His arm sleeve falls down slightly at the position he holds his arm at, revealing tons of silver stamped bracelets.
“Well, I’m not a music critic, I’m just answering your question,” you say.
“Care to answer another?” His big brown eyes stare at you, never faltering from your face. He’s intimidating as hell, but you show no signs of it. Instead, you nod. “Why were you watching me?”
You feel the heat crawling up your back. It wraps around your shoulders and creeps up your neck before engulfing your face. You take another drink, trying to calm your nerves before opening your mouth to speak. You had never been good at confrontation.
“I could say the same to you,” you finally speak, holding your tone like your life depends on it.
He likes your answer, giving you a small nod before downing the rest of his drink. “Are you lonely?”
You can feel your cheeks flaming hot and you’re certain he can see your flustered reaction. Scoffing, you avert your gaze to the folded hands in your lap. Gathering your thoughts and courage, you return to find him watching you intensely, like a predator stalking its prey. Whether it’s the alcohol talking or the fact it’s been a hot minute since you’ve had sex, your legs squeeze together.
“Why would you assume that?” You stumble with the words on your tongue, finding it hard to look at him now.
“I was referring to the once vacant seat I’m now sitting in, but I like your version better,” he says, his voice cool and silky.
“So what? Were two lonely people in a bar? Sounds like there should be a joke in there somewhere,” you breathe, trying to relax yourself as you return to his face.
His cheeks have a slight red tint to them as well, making you feel a little less stupid for blushing like an idiot. In the moment of silence, you admire his hair. It’s only shoulder length, but the color and texture of it suits it perfectly. The chestnut-colored locks are so long and thick that they nearly cover the large silver hoops that dangle from each earlobe. Your eyes find his lips; perfectly plump, wet and red. Your teeth sink into your own as your mind wanders to the idea of biting down on his.
“So tell me, what are you doing here all alone? It’s not safe for someone as pretty as you.”
His words make you choke on air but you recover quickly by saying, “Not safe from men like you?”
“You’re safe with me,” he says quickly, his tone flat and serious.
You feel yourself beginning to pool from between your legs, but who wouldn’t? This man is oddly charming and insanely attractive.
“My name’s Jake,” he says, fingers tapping across the table. “Can I buy you another drink?”
You watch the silver rings move in sync with his fingers, your tongue trailing over your bottom lip. You feel completely insane and irrational for even thinking of what they could do to you if you’d let him, but your body seems to be magnetic to his.
“Do you have liquor at your place? Maybe we could go there,” you reply nervously.
Jake’s lips form into a shit-eating grin, his tongue tracing the top set of impossibly straight and insanely white teeth. A small giggle releases, the sound bubbling in your ears. He leans forward so the circle pendants on his necklace scratch against the surface below him. You hold your breath as his fans across your neck.
“I thought you’d never ask,”
Jake guides you through the few mangled drunken bodies that subside on their feet, his hand securely wrapped around yours. He keeps your body close to his like a territorial mother. You use your free hand to hold your black skin-tight dress to your thighs, praying to god you don’t flash anyone as the two of you make a beeline for the door. The adrenaline rush of doing something frowned upon makes your head spin to the point you don’t even notice when the bitter winter air stings at your exposed legs. But as you speed walk down the street and the adrenaline wears off, goosebumps shoot across your skin. The only warm part of your body is the hand that resides in Jake’s.
“Are you cold?” He asks after glancing at you.
“Yeah, a bit. I shouldn’t have worn this fucking dress. It’s the middle of December for crying out loud,” you chuckle at yourself, ignoring the chattering sound your teeth make after every word.
“Don’t blame the dress,” he pauses and drops your hand. Spinning to face you, his hands squeeze the upper part of your arm, his eyes sparkling from a street lamp next to you. “You look radiant tonight,”
It’s here that you notice he’s wearing a small layer of eyeliner on his bottom lid, arguably one of the most attractive things a man can do to enhance their appearance. Before you can tell him thank you, he removes his hands from your skin and shoves them in his pocket, pulling out a set of keys.
“Come on, darling,” he smirks, grabbing your hand once more and leading you to the passenger side of his car.
He opens the door and helps you in, shutting it behind you once you’re seated. A few seconds later, he joins you on the opposite side. He starts the car and turns the heat on before finally turning to you, a kind smile on his face.
“Settled?” You nod. “Okay, good.”
The buzz you were clinging onto earlier begins to fade and you catch yourself wondering if you made the right decision. He’s a complete stranger after all, and for all you know, he could be a rapist or murderer. But sitting next to him and staring at his relaxed and utterly perfect features, you understand there’s not a hurtful bone in his body. Just in case, you text your friend to let her know your location.
“Tell me something good that happened to you today, and you can’t say meeting me,” Jake quips, playfully tossing a wink at you.
You sigh and think, shoving your hands underneath your legs as you do so. “I successfully left my house tonight, does that count?”
He keeps his eyes on the road. “Yes, it counts.”
Another minute passes and you begin to squirm in your seat. You want to ask when you’ll be there, but you don’t want to seem impatient or rude so you keep quiet. Jake immediately picks up on your discomfort from the corner of his eye and without a word he brings his hand down to your knee. Electric waves shoot from the point of contact, making your whole body shiver and your legs involuntarily slightly spread open. He extends his fingers, wrapping the digits around your knee as if to keep you in place. The cold sliver of ice-cold stabs from his rings stab through your skin and your eyes fall closed.
“Needy tonight, aren’t we?” The words roll off his tongue in a raspy hue. His thumb begins to brush over the skin wrapped around your knee, turning you on even farther. “I’ll take care of you. Just be patient.”
His hand slides farther down your leg, slipping between your two thighs. He grips the one closest to him, the pain making a pathetic whimper fall from your lips. He smirks at himself, clearly enjoying the impact he has over you. Being close enough, he extends his pinky finger out just far enough to lightly brush against your clothed core. Your whole body trembles at the touch, your hips automatically chasing the feeling and sliding forward. The seat belt tied around your waist prevents you from going too far.
“Jake…” you whine.
“Almost there, baby. Be good for me,”
You suck in a deep breath and lay back against the headrest. Jake’s pinky finger continues to feather-lightly brush against your clit through your underwear, every movement pulling a barely audible whimper from your throat.
Jake pulls into a driveway and shuts off the car before unbuckling himself and turning to you. His hand grabs your cheeks and he drags your head so your lips are a few inches away. His eyes ooze with lust and desire and your legs squeeze together as he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is quick and unsatisfactory, making you whine when he pulls away all too soon.
“I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you were keeping from me all car ride home, got it?” You nod furiously in reply, your mind racing with thoughts. “Words, baby.”
“Yes, Jake,” you say cooly as if you’re not beginning to drop down your thighs.
“Close, try again,”
Your mind swirls with endless ideas of what he would like to be called, but looking into his needy dominante eyes, you have a pretty good idea.
“Yes, sir,”
He growls satisfactorily and releases the grip on your mouth. “Good girl. Now hurry inside.”
You don’t question him even though the first inquiry that pops into your mind is how you’re going to unlock his door. Your question is answered when you turn the doorknob and find it unlocked. Glancing back one last time, you enter his home.
It’s almost exactly how you pictured it; dark interiored with a bit of a medieval vibe to it. All of the furniture and pictures are dark and well loved, the only light being a few candles perched on the walls around you. You allow yourself to explore his humble abyss, your fingertips trailing across the endless amounts of vinyl he has neatly arranged in a bookshelf along the living room wall. He’s a tidy person it seems, everything kept in orderly fashion and neatly put away. It smells wonderful as well, making him even more appealing if that was even possible.
The front door opens a few moments later and your heart begins beating with anticipation. You hear him remove his shoes and carefully pluck the rings off his fingers one by one, tossing them into a small glass basket that sits on a small table by the door. Jake clears his throat before walking farther into his house, not bothering to turn on the lights.
“I’m in here, sir.” You find your way to Jake, pausing a few steps in front of him.
“Hey, baby,” he coos, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other ventures to your waist.
He kisses your lips. It’s soft at first; gentle and warm. But sooner rather than later it becomes sloppier as both of your growing arousal and primal instincts cloud your minds. Within seconds he has you pinned against the nearest wall, his tongue poking at your lips. You grant him access and invite him in, soaking and drowning in the taste of his saliva mixed with the brisk whiskey he was drinking just an hour earlier. Your hands bury themselves in his hair, tugging softly to ignite a moan from him. You swallow the sounds and become addicted. Fueling the need for more, you drop a hand to desperately remove the first layer of clothing. He hisses when you rip the jacket off of him and toss it to the floor.
“Jesus. When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?” He asks in between breathless kisses.
“Too long,” you admit, hands taking advantage of the newly exposed area of his chest.
Jake’s fingers tap on your thighs, motioning you to jump. He catches you and begins to stumble to his bedroom. Unable to resist, you grab both sides of his face and kiss his lips again. This time it’s passionate and meaningful, no tongue involved. Your lips fit together like a puzzle piece and dance together like they’ve been partners practicing the same routine for years. You dissect the taste and feeling of his swollen lips working in perfect sync with yours.
With no warning, you’re tossed onto the bed, landing on your back. Jake leans down to kiss you once more, his thumb on your chin to pull you into him. Once again, it’s over all too soon, and he backs away from you with a gaze that explores and suggests. You’re panting by now, completely and utterly turned on. One by one Jake removes his necklaces, placing them in a bowl that’s fairly similar to the one in the doorway downstairs. When he’s finished he combs through his hair and nonchalantly makes his way to your helpless position once more. The lack of high quality lighting and the black pants he’s wearing makes it hard to see if he’s hard, but not impossible. Your jaw falls open momentarily as the lighting casts a shadow of his cock straining against his pants.
“C’mere,” he demands once he reaches the end of the bed.
You scramble to your knees like a well trained pup and crawl to him so you’re eye level with his crotch. His hand grabs your chin and tilts your attention upwards, your eyes meeting his. You feel your legs threaten to give out when he swallows thickly and you’re able to make out the prominent Adam’s apple resting in his throat. With a nod, he removes his hand and allows yours to work at the button on his pants. You tug them down eagerly, and after he steps out of them, you do the same to his boxers.
His cock springs free, pink and leaking. You whine at the size and length, your pussy throbbing at the sight. Jake wraps his hand around himself and tugs it a few times before ultimately removing it and extending it to you.
“Spit,”
You obey, letting a trail of your own saliva fall on the palm of his hand. He hums in pleasure before working the liquid across his length, letting out a deep sigh with each stroke. Drool crowds your mouth as you watch him relieve himself, making you eager to feel him for yourself. He removes his hand and takes a step forward, queuing you to get to work. With your eyes glued to his, you place a teasing kiss on the tip and relish in the soft whimper Jake releases. Poking your tongue out of your plump lips, you kitten-lick the slit. You watch as his eyes screw shut and his mouth fall open, his cock twitching in front of your eyes. As you wrap your lips around the tip and begin to think about sinking deeper, his hand grabs the crown of your head and tilts it back, a string of saliva keeping you attached to his cock.
“I’m gonna ruin you,” he huffs, his thumb breaking the trail of spit.
You keep your tongue out, a silent pathetic plea for him to spit on you. A flash of surprise enters his eyes but it disappears just as quickly as it appeared. Jake spits flat on your tongue and you swallow it with pride, keeping your doe-eyes plastered to his.
Done teasing, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. He sighs in consolation, the painful hard erection obviously seeking relief. Flattening your tongue, you drag the muscle across a vein on the underside of his length, moving your head back and forth along it. He whines in reply and grabs a fisitful of hair. You catch his drift and wrap your lips around his head again, your tongue flicking around the girth. You then begin to bob on him, slow and steady while your hands rest on his perfect thighs. You keep your eyes on his face as much as possible, enjoying the show. His pleasure fuels you, making you take him deeper into your mouth. One hand steadily works the part that’s not tucked away in your mouth, the other cupping his balls and fondling them softly. Jake whines above you, his hips bucking into your face. You gag but keep bobbing on him, your eyes giving him permission.
The grip on your hair tightens as he begins to fuck your face. His cock nudges the back of your throat repeatedly, triggering your gag reflex until the taste of his precum coats the inside of your mouth. Hot tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you take him; every thrust, every buck. You hum around him until he twitches inside your mouth, his chest heaving as he comes closer and closer to finishing.
Before he does, he removes himself from your mouth with a ‘pop’. You suck in large breaths through your wide open mouth, desperately trying to catch the breath you traded for Jake’s cock. His hand rubs your back as you recover, letting you know you’re safe. You relax at the feeling, becoming more comfortable with him by the minute.
When your breath steadies, he flips you on your back and kneels on the floor in front of you. A large hand lays sprawled against your stomach, holding you down against the duvet. He kisses up and down your calf, his finger kneading the skin. His eyes watch your reaction as he sucks a love mark into the inside of your thighs. You gasp at the feeling, your pussy throbbing and in need of immediate attention.
“Jake, please,” you cry. He answers with a firm slap on the meat of your thigh. You jerk and moan at the pain. “Sir!”
“That’s right,” he says, pressing his lips to the area he had previously assaulted.
Carefully and precisely his hands tug your panties off your legs, revealing your soaked core. Using his hands, he drags the material of your dress to the stomach. Out of reflex your legs squeeze together. Jake quickly parts them and places a hand on each thigh to keep them open.
“Let me see you, darling,” his sex-filled voice begs. His eyes absorb your state like it’s a four-course meal. “She’s so pretty, baby.” He praises, his pointer finger running through your folds. “So wet for me, fuck. And pink and swollen,”
“Sir, please!” You squirm, unable to take much more. “I n-need you,”
“Oh, yeah?” He smirks devilishly from his place between your thighs.
As if he just prepared a meal, he leans down and places a wet kiss on the throbbing bundle of nerves stationed right on your pussy. You watch him until your eyes roll in the back of your head. Both of Jake’s hands secure your legs position pinned to the bed so you can’t do anything besides take it when his tongue begins to swirl across your clit.
“Oh, fuck,” you cry, slamming your head down into the mattress.
“So sweet,” he informs you before returning to the heaven between your legs.
His tongue pokes at your entrance as his nose rubs against your clit. You cry and grab his hair, squeezing and tugging on it. He moans in pleasure, the vibrations stimulating you farther. His warm lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth as his eyes bleed into yours. Your whole body trembles as moans rip through your chest, Jake’s eyes addicted to every sound and move you make. He releases one of your thighs and begins to circle your entrance with the tip of his middle finger. He inserts it slowly as his tongue flicks and swirls your sensitive bundle of nerves. His finger pumps in and out at a steady pace, your back arching father into his face. He eats you like he hasn’t eaten in months, soaking and devouring every last drop of arousal you produce. He slips another finger in and begins to curl them upwards. You’ve never finished from head, so when his fingers begin furiously assaulting your g-spot, lips still sucking on your clit, you’re shocked when a ball in your stomach begins to tighten.
“Sir! Fuck, Jake! I’m gonna cum!”
“Do it for me, angel,” he demands. “Soak my face,”
That’s all it takes for the knot in your stomach to snap. The orgasm is so heavy your mind goes blank. You ride his face, chasing the feeling. Jake works you through it, his fingers never ceasing motion. His lips abandon your clit as he praises you and watches your body twist and jerk as you come out of your orgasm.
“Oh my god,” you heave when you’ve come back to earth. “Kiss me,”
He crawls over your body and swiftly connects your lips. You groan into him and grind your hips into his erection that rests on your stomach. He moans into your mouth, removing his lips from yours and placing kisses on your jawline. You whine and breathe with an open mouth as he licks and nibbles at the skin, leaving marks and bites wherever he pleases. Your hands grab his hair and you tug it until he whines against your skin. He pulls away only to remove your dress before hovering over you with glistening eyes.
“You’re perfect, my love,”
You moan at his words, your body desperate for him. “I need your cock, baby. Please give me your cock,” He bites his lip in reply. “I’m on the pill,”
You brush a strand of hair out of his face and tuck it behind his ear as he hums and grinds his throbbing cock against your pussy. Your lips part as a small yelp escapes from your lips. Jake’s hand returns to your heat, his fingers running through your slick and settling at the entrance. Two fingers poke at it, playing with it like putty in his hand.
“I’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you cry,”
His words make you groan. “Please,”
With that, he grabs himself in his hand and begins to slide the tip through your folds. Your whole body shudders at the feeling of him so hard and swollen between your legs, throbbing with desire. Your hand wraps around Jake’s neck, pulling him closer till your bare chests are pressed together. You can feel every breath he takes, his skin damp from the sweat. It glues him to your chest, his nose wrinkling when your hard nipples poke into his skin.
“Do you trust me?” He asks.
“Fuck, if I didn’t I wouldn’t be naked under you,” you growl.
In one smooth violent thrust, he sinks into you. Your body shifts backwards but his arm holds you in place. You both sigh in unison and cry when he pulls out before slamming back into you. You feel him in your stomach, stretching you so deliciously. He begins to pick up the pace, searching for a rhythm. He finds a ruthless pace instead, one that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head and your pussy clenching around his length. He fucks into you, eyes deathly staring into yours. His brows are knitted together, his cheeks bright red. Sweat beads cling to his forehead as he breathes heavily above you. The hand securing yours to his naked body releases you and moves to cup one of your breasts. He squeezes it and you feel his cock twitch deep inside of your stomach. His thumb squeezes your nipple and rolls the nub between the pads of his callused rough fingers.
“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl,” he praises before pulling out.
You whine at the loss of contact but quickly find yourself on all fours with your ass in the air. He shoves your head into the duvet and sinks back into you, causing a scream to escape your mouth. He pounds into you with no remorse, his hands keeping you in place by the grip on your hips. Skin on skin slaps fill the entirety of the room along with both of your whines and pleas. Jake mumbles above you, his hair glued to the sweat on his face. Your face is shoved into the comforter and your hands grip it until the knuckles turn white. He brings the palm of his hand to meet your ass, a firm slapping noise exciting from it. You mewl in pleasure, arching your back even farther.
“God you feel so fucking good. So tight. And those noises, oh god. Are you close?”
“Yes, fuck!” You slur, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten once more. “Talk to me,”
“You like being fucked like this, huh? My good little slut, good for nothing but a quick fuck,” His voice trembles as his thrust becomes sloppier. “Cum for me, darling. Soak my cock, it’s yours,”
His words send you spiraling once more, his name leaving your mouth in a string of religious pleas and desperate moans. Jake keeps fucking into you, his cock leaking as you squeeze around him. He whines and cries your name, eyes screwed shut as he talks himself through it.
“Where do you want me?”
“Inside,” you immediately answer. “Want to feel you,”
He growls and spills into you, coating your walls with his warm release. Your whole body aches and throbs as he mercilessly uses you for his own pleasure. He keeps fucking into you, whines and cries leaving his mouth as you milk his cock dry. He finishes completely and pulls himself out of you, rolling on his back next to you. You breathe and heave next to him, too tired to even raise your head to speak to him. All you can see through the curtain your hair has made is his tomato-red face and sweat-filled hair clinging to his face and neck. He’s just as fucked out as you are.
“So… that was…” Jake breaks the silence after a few minutes of labored breathing.
“It was good,” you finish his sentence.
“Yeah, it was great,”
You both lay side by side, silence settling in between the two of you.
“This is awkward,” you cover your face with your hands and laugh.
“It’s only awkward if we make it awkward,” he clears his throat and rolls over on his side before propping his head up on his hand.
“Agreed,”
He grimaces. “That sounded awkward,”
You both laugh. “I know,”
“Well I’m no good at this. Wanna order some food or watch a movie?”
You smile and cup his face before wiping away the sheen of sweat that has settled on his hot cheek. “Maybe a shower?”
“A shower sounds nice,”
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Keep Moving Forwards, Part 16
Azriel x Reader Fic
Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.
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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.
Word Count: 2.2k
Author's Note: This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.
Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.
The world felt soft around you. You took a deep breath in through your nose as you curled deeper into the softness of the blanket. You gripped it and felt a hard frame dig under your fingers, and a soft rise and fall. You curled your head in and felt a heavy hand resting on your hip, a welcome pressure and warmth as you yawned slightly, wiping your face onto the blanket. You opened your eyes and became aware of where you were, and when you looked up, you saw Kai, his mouth slightly open, breathing slowly in and out. You shot up, awaking Kai as you did, accidentally pushing into his stomach and he let out a grunt as the air left his lungs.
“Well good morning to you too.” He wheezed out, rubbing the back of his head.
“I’m so sorry.” You said, rising up, brushing the front of your dress down. “I shouldn’t have stayed. I’m sorry.”
Kai only looked at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”
“I shouldn’t have stayed, I’m sorry.” You repeated, trying to gather your shoes you’d taken off.
“You don’t need to rush off.” Kai said, and then added, “And you don’t need to apologize either.”
“I just-” you started, “I shouldn’t have done all of this.”
“Y/N, it’s okay,” Kai repeated.
You tried to calm your racing thoughts as you dug in the blankets for your other shoe.
“Y/N, just stop.” Kai ordered, “Just calm down.”
You stopped, your chest heaving.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I just-” you started, “I shouldn’t have told you all of that last night, and I shouldn’t have stayed.”
“You would have left in the middle of the night? And then what?”
You stammered out, “I’m sorry Kai, this was a mistake.”
Kai gestured around, “Where is the mistake? We had dinner, we drank, we talked, we fell asleep.”
You tried to reason through your feelings. Why did you feel so dirty, so foul. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” You said.
“What idea should I not be getting?” Kai asked.
You stammered again, “That I’m like, leading you on.”
Kai chuckled. “Ah, I see.”
You looked at him, slightly confused by his response.
“We had dinner,” Kai repeated, “And then you fell asleep. I don’t see where me offering you dinner and then us spending time together is you leading me on.” You looked at him, unsure of what to say, “And even if I felt those feelings towards you, I’m a grown male. I can handle rejection.”
You tried to speak but couldn’t get anything out other than, “I’m sorry,” you dropped your face to your hands, “I’m being stupid.”
Kai chuckled, “Yes, but that’s nothing new.”
You shook your head. “I shouldn’t have told you all of that.”
Kai rose to his feet, slightly taller than you and approached you, pulling your hands down, “I asked.” He said, “You told me.”
You shook your head, “It’s not your concern.”
“You’re right,” Kai responded. “It’s not, unless I want to think about it. Which I may. And I may feel sad you have to deal with all of it, but it’s not life changing for me. And I don’t regret you telling me.”
You shook your head again, Kai pushed your chin up to look at him, “I don’t think less of you. I’m not upset and I don’t feel burdened with this information about your life.” He joked, “And I’m also not falling in love with you, since apparently you think so highly of yourself.”
You smiled and chuckled slightly.
Kai stepped back, “So let’s move on. Let’s call it what it was, a fun night between friends.” You nodded slightly. Swallowing back your fear. “Nothing more.”
“Nothing more.” You repeated.
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You helped Kai clean the cottage up, folding the blanket back, and rinsing plates in the well behind it. The whole time Kai made idle chitchat seemingly normal in comparison to your own mind which continued to race with regret. This male, so kind and pure, so unburdened and the second you felt a moment of comfort you may as well have slit your stomach open and let the contents fall out in front of him. You cursed the ease at which you allowed yourself to share all of that. You tried to justify it being the wine, but you had feared for a while getting too close to anyone again. You couldn’t fully figure out why you felt so against letting people in, but you felt an inherent need to distrust whoever you could, as if in any moment they might turn on you.
Kai helped you load the rest of your things onto Clover, who seemed annoyed that you were intending to still make the journey home. He seemed content to live the rest of his days on Kai’s lawn.
When you tried to say a speedy goodbye Kai turned you to look at him. “Hey,” he started, “I’ll see you later?” He asked.
You nodded slightly, and wished him well, turning to walk back into the woods. As you retraced your steps, you replayed the scene in your mind—the happiness and peace you felt wrapped in Kai’s arms, how quiet the world had seemed to be. Your mate was absent last night and eerily silent today, leaving an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Days turned into nights and back into days again, a routine of solitude and fleeting shadows that seemed to drift behind trees and under bushes, always keeping you on edge.
When you returned home, you released Clover into his pen and unloaded your bags onto the table in your cabin. Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady yourself. The world wouldn’t end just because you’d opened the door to someone. You kept repeating this to yourself, knowing Kai held no ill will and had no ulterior motive. He had laughed but had sworn to keep your secrets.
You tried to busy yourself, but your mind kept flitting back to the conversation, distracting you to the point where you accidentally sliced your finger while cutting vegetables. You watched the blood seep from the wound, dripping onto the dirt below as you tried to focus on the searing pain.
You wouldn't ruin this for yourself. You wouldn’t run from this.
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A few weeks later, as summer faded into autumn, you found yourself running low on sugar and flour. You were also growing stir-crazy from being alone, so you decided to take a trip into the village, opting to leave Clover behind. The entire journey, you rehearsed what you would say to Kai, trying to sound normal, which just made you feel more strange. You did the entire journey in a day, propelled by your own anxiety.
When you crested the hill, peering down into the village, you gulped down your fear. You ran your usual errands, not sure if you were hoping to see Kai or not. After getting what you needed and exchanging pleasantries, you found yourself standing in front of his cottage door. Your hand hovered above the door for a good minute as you raised and lowered it, debating whether to knock. Finally, you built up the confidence and knocked, your heart in your throat.
From behind you, you heard, “Thank gods you finally did it.”
You whipped around to see Kai, his linen shirt slightly unbuttoned, casually leaning against the banister of the stairs. “I thought we’d be here for another hour before you finally got around to it.”
“You ass!” you yelled. “How long have you been standing here?”
“As long as you’ve been considering knocking,” Kai chuckled, shaking the loose hair out of his face.
“You really are an ass, you know that?” you threw at him.
Kai stood from the banister, walking up the stairs to you, opening the door. “Only when you remind me,” he said, flashing you a cheeky grin.
You stood in the doorway as Kai entered, throwing down his satchel full of tools and kicking off his boots. He turned over his shoulder, “You coming?”
You stepped through the door, standing awkwardly near the entrance as you pulled it shut behind you.
Kai busied himself unpacking his bag before he looked up at you from where he squatted on the floor. “You gonna say something or did you just come here to stare at my glorious physique?” he asked, gesturing to himself.
You stammered out, “I- I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous.”
Kai furrowed his brow, standing up, rubbing his hands on his pants. “Why are you nervous?” he asked.
“I-I just have been feeling really off these last few weeks,” you said.
Kai rubbed his hands over his face. “Gods, Y/N, are you still thinking about what happened? Or what didn’t happen?” he asked.
“No!” you said back, slightly too loudly.
Kai chuckled, “So then what’s got you so jumpy?”
You swallowed, and Kai looked slightly concerned. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, taking a few steps towards you.
Your eyes widened as he closed the gap between you. “I-” you started until he was in front of you, peering down at you with concern in those green eyes. Those beautifully green eyes.
“I-” you stammered again, and then you were up on your toes, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck, fingers curling into that stupidly unkempt hair, your lips pressing into his with a desperation you didn’t know you had in you. Kai seemed taken aback slightly, his arms wide before he melted into your kiss. He leaned forward, bringing you back down onto your feet, his arms wrapping around your back and waist as you tasted each other. He tasted of sun and sweat, and you pressed yourself deeper into him, your hand clenched in his hair, eliciting a groan from him. Kai pressed you against the door, his body curling against yours, one hand firmly against the wood. Your tongues danced, the sound of your breathing echoing between you as you explored each other’s lips. You gripped his shirt as though you were dying of thirst, and Kai lifted you slightly, his hand pressing into you.
When you finally pulled back, you kept your eyes closed, your lips slightly parted as you breathed heavily. You opened your eyes to see Kai smiling slightly down at you.
“That’s what you were nervous about?” he joked.
You scowled at him. “No.”
Kai laughed, “Then can you tell me, or can we kiss some more?��
You rolled your eyes. “You’re an idiot.”
“A handsome, irresistible idiot that you couldn’t wait to kiss?” he asked.
You pushed your hands into his chest, giggling slightly. “I can most certainly resist you.”
“Mm, doesn’t seem like you can, given you debated for about an hour about knocking on my door,” Kai said as you pushed past him into the main room. He turned to look at you, leaning casually against the door, eyes glazed and his hair tousled where you had run your hands through it.
“You certainly think highly of yourself,” you mocked him, crossing your arms.
Kai smirked, “I have to admit, I do feel like a winner.” You rolled your eyes as Kai looked at you. “Let it be told that you kissed me. You started that.”
You looked to the floor, rubbing your forehead slightly. “I know,” you laughed out. “I-I don’t know why I did that.”
Kai gestured to himself, “Irresistible charm and charisma.”
“Sure,” you responded. “I’m sorry.”
“You love that phrase,” he said. You glared at him. “I’m just saying, you say that every other sentence.”
“I do not!” you scowled at him.
“You do too,” he said back. “You look at me when I’m talking to you and apologize for it.”
“Well I’m-” you caught yourself.
“See! You were about to do it again,” Kai said, pointing at you.
“I was not!”
“You absolutely were,” Kai immediately said back.
“You’re so annoying,” you groaned at him.
“Annoyingly handsome?” he smirked back.
“You know I had plans to come here to tell you I needed some distance and time,” you said, leaning against the table.
“And then you attacked me and kissed me.”
“I did not!” you shouted.
“Mm, kind of did,” he said, shrugging. “Seems a little counterintuitive.”
“Look,” you started. Kai looked at you, but you ran out of words to say.
“I’m going to be honest,” Kai said, “I’m not sure I can so easily just pretend that it didn't mean anything. But if you need that to just have been an overcome moment of emotional vulnerability, and you don’t want it to mean anything, I can try to act like that,” he offered.
You shook your head, unsure what to say.
“Or we can move on like that didn’t happen.”
You considered the options, but with Kai standing across from you, so casual, so easy to be with and talk to, so close—you didn’t want to just act like it didn’t mean anything.
You crossed closer to him. “I think it doesn’t not mean anything.”
Kai furrowed his brow, looking up slightly. “So that means...?” he said.
“Shut up and kiss me again,” you growled at him. And he did.
Everything inside of you felt as though it were on fire. Every sensation became heightened as you were enveloped in the kiss, from your fingertips down to your toes. You took him in, tasted him, and devoured him. For the first time in a long time, your mind went completely silent. Kai gripped your hip, hoisting you onto the table. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he ran his hands down the small of your back, while your hands explored his shoulders and neck, firm from years of hauling downed trees. The only sounds in the cottage were those of kissing and heavy breathing. Kai’s touch was tentative, his hands gently grazing your skin, as if he were fighting himself from gripping you entirely. You brought your hands to his cheeks, pressing firmly into them as your tongue danced with his.
You hadn’t felt this much uncontrolled passion in years, and your body seemed desperate for more. Anything more that could be offered, you would take. You yearned for someone to touch you, to run their hands over your sacred skin without it burning in pain. You wished night after night for someone to savor your kiss, for you to want to give it without fighting. And here was Kai, hands searching for comfort, moving with your own as if in a dance where you led. His rhythm matched yours as you enveloped yourself in him, your chest pressing into his as you urged him closer, deeper into yourself.
This male, this glorious male who had listened to you, watched you bumble through the history of your life with nothing but a smile on his face, was now fully yours in this moment. Between your legs, you felt the heat of your own anticipation, a longing you hadn’t felt in a very long time. In pressing your hips into Kai’s, it became clear that he too wanted more than what lips could provide. You reached your hand down between the two of you, running your hand up and down the length of him, eliciting a moan from his open mouth.
“Y/N-” he started, the sound of it like ecstasy leaving his lips.
You gripped the back of his head, pulling him closer as you moaned in response.
Kai shifted a bit, pulling back, and you groaned in protest. Your body suddenly lacked the warmth of his, and you felt an immediate emptiness where he had been. You opened your eyes to meet his, slightly downturned, not nearly as glazed over as you were sure your own were.
“Y/N,” he said again.
You sought answers within his eyes, wondering if he was not enjoying this despite what his body had told you.
“What?” you asked, breath barely leaving you.
Kai shook his head, throwing the hair from his eyes. “We need to slow down.”
You shot him a quizzical look, feeling the weight of the world collapse onto your shoulders. “What?” you repeated, pulling the hem of your skirt back down your thighs.
“I just-” Kai started, refusing to meet your gaze. “You’ve been through a lot, and I just want to make sure that you want this.”
You tilted your head slightly, the blood rising in your cheeks. “What do you mean? Of course I want this. I kissed you.”
Kai shook his head lightly, finally meeting you with his green eyes. “I’m just worried that you’re moving quickly, given you haven’t been with anyone since...” He paused, stammering a bit.
You felt a flicker of flame in your stomach as you furrowed your brow, your voice slightly laced with confusion and anger. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“Nothing!” Kai responded. “I don’t know.” He paused, looking towards the floor as he wrapped his hands around the back of his head. “I just don’t want you to rush into this because you think it will make everything better.”
You shook your head in confusion, as though trying to shake those words from existence. “No,” you whispered. “No, that’s not at all what I’m doing.”
Kai looked at you, his eyes focused and hardened. “Am I the first male you’ve been with since him?”
Your eyes frantically searched his face as you paused, considering what answer he might be looking for. “Yes,” you finally answered.
Kai swallowed, and you watched his throat bob as he lingered on your answer. “Am I the first male you’ve told about... everything?”
You took a deep breath in, the flame in your stomach rising higher. “Yes,” you firmly answered.
Kai softened slightly, taking another step towards you, taking your hand in both of his, pressing softly into it. “I just don’t want you to throw yourself into this because I’m the only one you’ve shared this with.”
You pushed back slightly. “Kai, I’m not just throwing myself at you because you did that.”
“I wasn’t saying you were,” he started, but you continued.
“No, no. You’re saying that you think all anyone had to do was listen to my sob story, and I would just fall into their arms?”
Kai’s mouth parted slightly as his eyebrows fell, hardening in defense. “That’s not at all what I’m saying.”
“What? Do you think that I can’t control myself? Or that I haven’t considered all of this?”
“No! I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
You almost yelled out, “Then don’t hurt me!”
Kai stopped, his face softening again as you bore deeply into those green pools. Your own head shook slightly as you sucked your lips between your teeth.
Kai stepped closer, wrapping his hand around your cheek, weaving his fingers into your hair. “I wouldn’t hurt you,” he promised as you slightly turned your head away. He pulled his other hand up to meet the other side of your face, turning you back to him. “Hey, I would never, ever, ever want to hurt you. I don’t even think I could.”
You scanned his face, so innocent, so willing to make promises with so little understanding of their gravity. Kai’s eyes closed as he leaned into you, his lips grazing yours as you let your own eyes close, leaning back into him. His lips softened as you did, as though he pulled the tension from your body through the connection of the two of you and disposed of it. Your body melted back in slightly, but you intended to still hold on to some of the rising displeasure in your stomach.
When he pulled back, you gave him a feigned scowl. “I don’t like that you have that as an option now,” you declared.
Kai only smiled and gave you another soft peck. “I just want to enjoy this with you.”
You rolled your eyes. “Sure.”
“I’m serious,” Kai gripped your face. “I just want to make sure that this is good for you.”
You shook from his grip. “I’ll be sure to give you a performance update,” you smirked.
Kai’s eyes rolled as he let out a soft huff of exasperation, then smiled genuinely at you. “Just don’t shut me out,” he pleaded slightly.
Your face fell slightly flatter as you just responded, “Don’t give me a reason to.”
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if you write for them 9. things you said when i was crying for beznaia
Mandalika 2023, Sunday Night.
His left hand playing with the bedroom access card, Pecco uses his right hand to refresh his text thread with Bezz, very aware that this is not how things work and he’s not going to have an answer appearing to him like this.
It’s not unusual for Bezz to forget about the existence of his phone but given his current condition, Pecco couldn’t help but worry. He hadn’t managed to catch up with Bezz after the race but he knew the heat and the distance must have taken a toll on his collarbone.
Pecco looks at the slim piece of plastic that Bezz had placed in the back pocket of his jeans on Friday night after they shared an elevator ride after dinner, the words “I know the view in my room is better than yours, you should come check it out before we leave” liberated in the air between them like Bezz was simply talking about the weather before he disappeared from the elevator, getting out on his floor.
People always tell Pecco that he needs to learn how to turn his brain off, stop thinking so much, go for his instincts, don’t overthink so much. That’s what Pecco does as he pockets his phone and heads out of his bedroom to knock on another door two floors down.
“Bezz, it’s me,” Pecco tries when he hasn’t received an answer after rasping his knuckles against the door a bunch of times.
Any other person, any other time, Pecco would have taken that as a sign to leave.
Trust your instincts.
Pecco swipes the plastic card against the magnetic reader above the handle. The LED at the top of it goes green, mechanism of the lock making sounds that appear stupidly loud in the otherwise silent hall.
Pecco calls for Bezz as he walks in but he only needs to take two steps in the room to find him sitting at the top of his bed, left hand holding his right arm against his chest, his head bent down over himself.
“Pecco?” Bezz lifts his head and that’s when Pecco realizes that he’s crying, the red of his eyes an harsh contrast to how pale Bezz’s skin looks.
The short distance between them gets eaten up fastly and once he’s in front of Bezz, Pecco’s hands immediately want to reach out before he sees Bezz wincing in pain, his eyes blinking away a couple of new tears.
Pecco settles for a hand on Bezz’s nape that has Bezz slipping his eyes closed for a second.
“Hey, I’m here, it’s okay,” Pecco says quietly, his thumb drawing circles against Bezz’s skin while his brain tries to take in the situation.
“How did you get in?” Bezz asks after wiping his face with the palm of his hand.
“You gave me your key, remember?”
“Oh, right. Sorry. Did you try to reach me? I left my phone in my pants and I haven’t had the force to get it.”
Pecco winces. It’s been a long time since he has seen Bezz like this, years, even. He was there when Bezz injured himself at the ranch and he kept a brave face in front of everyone —they all do whenever they need to— but Pecco knows you can’t always win against pain.
“Nothing to apologize for,” Pecco says easily, now not the day to guilt trip Bezz because he made Pecco worry. Maybe later, when Bezz is back on his feet and the injury is far enough for them to be able to laugh about it. Not now. Now— “Marco, when’s the last time you took pain meds? Do you have some with you or do you need me to call someone?”
“Flavio gave me something after the race but I think it’s starting to wear off. He gave me another pill for tonight, it should be in my jacket.”
Pecco checks the watch on his wrist and does the quick math to figure out how long it’s been since the race ended. Then, he turns around, looks for bright yellow in the mess that is Bezz’s bedroom and find his jacket on the floor next to the foot of the bed.
He grabs a water bottle from the mini bar, opens it for Bezz, and takes the pill out from the foil paper before presenting both objects to Bezz who still grimaces as he uses his left hand to take the medication.
“Good,” Pecco says, his hand catching the water bottle again, capping it and setting it on the nearby bedside table. “Have you eaten?”
Bezz shrugs and immediately regrets the gesture, painful wince distorting his face and making Pecco wince in sympathy with him. “I had dinner with the team. Wasn’t very hungry, though.”
Pecco frowns. He’s more surprised by the admission than the fact itself. “Okay,” he nods carefully, thinking about the next step here.
There is a small part of him that wants to call for someone else, someone more competent than him that will for sure know how to make sure that Bezz is fine. And then there is the part of him that knows that’s not what Bezz wants and the part of him that wants to do this for him, all on his own.
Pecco picks up the bedroom phone from the bedside table.
“Hello, I’m in room 307. Would it be possible to get a bag of ice, please?”
Pecco feels a tug on his t-shirt and when he looks down, he finds Bezz’s fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Pecco smiles, puts his free hand on Bezz’s forearm.
“You have food options, right? What about sandwiches? Okay, yes, I’ll have the chicken one please. And a side of fries. Thank you.”
Bezz frowns at him and Pecco rubs his thumb against Bezz’s skin. It’s not the most nutritive of food and it's not a piadina but it’s something Bezz can easily munch on now and something he can eat cold later if his appetite comes back.
“You’ve won from the 5th row and you’ve taken the lead of the championship back, you should be out celebrating,” Bezz says once Pecco has hung up and pocketed his phone again after texting the handful of people that were expecting him to go out.
Bezz’s head is still leaning against the headboard and he looks so pale, Pecco wishes he could put some colors back into his skin.
As things stand, Pecco lifts his hand to Bezz’s face, pushes some curls away from his forehead and uses his thumb to wipes away some leftover tears. “It’s okay, I’d rather be here.”
Was Pecco in the mood to release some tension after how intense and mentally draining this weekend in Mandalika had been? Yes. Could he party without Bezz if Bezz wasn’t available? Sure. Did he want to when he knew Bezz was in this condition? Absolutely not.
Pecco remembers the days after Barcelona, how Bezz had called for Pecco’s physio when Pecco woke up in excruciating pain, unable to get out of bed. He thinks about Bezz bringing him stuff so he wouldn’t have to move and continuously offering Pecco his arm or his shoulder when his crutch wasn’t there.
Bezz had said “It’s okay, Pecchino, you’ll repay me later” with his usual laugh showing all of his teeth and Pecco had smiled back, some heat pooling on his cheeks and at the pit of his stomach.
“Oh,” Bezz muses. “Okay.” Pecco lifts his thumb to smooth the creased lines between Bezz’s brows. In answer, he gets tugged to the bed after Bezz’s hand has grabbed on his belt loops and Pecco stumbles a little, catching himself on Bezz’s thigh, avoiding his chest and the arm he’s still cradling there. “If we find the good position, I might be able to give you a decent celebratory BJ.”
Pecco feels very hot and then very cold, the sensations sobering even if he hasn't had a drop of alcohol. A stupid noise escapes his mouth. “If you injure yourself more because of sex, I’ll kill you.”
What Bezz does with other people is the last thing Pecco wants to think about right now. The concept of Bezz thinking an orgasm or two are the only reasons Pecco came tonight? Definitely makes Pecco feel a little sick.
“I only came for the view, remember?” He tries, conscious that his joke is going to fall flat the moment the words leave his mouth.
Pecco can hear the fingers on his waist fall back down on the mattress right before there is a knock on the door.
Follow your instincts.
Pecco leans down to press a kiss to Bezz’s forehead before turning around to get the door.
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Rising and Falling
Or, a oneshot set shortly after Arin betrays the ninja. Corruption arc Arin aftermath.
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The flight back was the longest night of Sora’s life.
No one spoke.
No one looked at Sora.
No one looked at Lloyd.
No one talked about Arin.
Sora wanted to. She wanted to scream and shout. She wanted to grab Lloyd by the shoulders and ask why Arin had abandoned them like that. She wanted to flare her powers, take over the engine, and turn the Bounty around immediately. She wanted to demand that they all go back. But they had nothing to go back to. Raz had pulled his little making-everyone-on-his-side-disappear trick. And this time, Arin had gone with him.
Willingly.
Not as a hostage, not as any part of a plan. Willingly.
Sora would never forget the look in Arin’s eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he’d said. “You don’t need me. I need to get stronger. I need to find my family.” His eyes had flicked to Lloyd and his face had twisted. “My real family.”
Shaking her head, Sora scrubbed away the tears in her eyes. She didn’t want to relive that moment anymore. But she had a sneaking feeling that it simply lived in her head now. Forever.
The Bounty touched down at the Monastery. Every light was off. The only glow came from the red moon and a sliver of the white one. The faintest line of dawn pulsed along the horizon, dimming the stars. Sora turned to Lloyd, but he was gone.
Nya put her hand on Sora’s shoulder. “Get some sleep.” It was the first thing anyone had said to her in hours. Nya’s own voice was husky. “It’s been a long night.”
Sora stopped just outside of the Monastery gates. She couldn’t go in. She couldn’t go in. Without Arin it was empty. It was cold. It was nothing.
There would be no scent of a freshly baked pie. There would be no giggles and cute little leg kicks as he read scrolls about his beloved ninjas’ adventures. There would be no laughter ever again, as far as Sora was concerned.
“Nya. Where did Lloyd go.”
Nya hesitated, clearly unsure if she should tell Sora.
“Nya. Please.”
“Check the far side of the Monastery. Outside of the wall. Be careful of the cliff.” She made to walk away, then stopped. “Make sure you eat breakfast. I know you probably don’t want to, but you should eat something.”
Sora didn’t respond. She just started off around the outer edge of the Monastery wall.
By the time she found him, it had lightened just enough for her to see her teacher’s silhouette against the dim sky.
Plopping down next to him, she noticed that he flinched away slightly.
More silence.
Chilly breezes ruffled Sora and Lloyd’s hair.
“I’m sorry,” Lloyd finally said at last.
Sora didn’t say anything. She didn’t trust herself to speak.
“I thought… I thought I could be your teacher. I thought that I could be like Wu. But I’m not.” Lloyd pulled his knees up to his chest. The motion was so innocently childish that Sora was momentarily taken aback.
“I’ve failed you. I’ve failed Arin. I’ve failed Riyu. I’ve failed Wu. I’ve failed myself!” Pale purple sky reflected in his eyes as they slowly filled with tears. “I shouldn’t have tried to teach. I should have seen what kind of pressure Arin was under. I should have been a better teacher. I’m not Wu. I wanted to be, I just…” Lloyd buried his face in his knees. “I’m sorry. I understand if you want to leave.”
Her mouth fell open in indignation. “L-leave?”
“Why would you want to be taught by me anymore? You have no reason to stay now. I’m the worst teacher possible. You shouldn’t feel pressured to stay with someone as awful at this as I am.”
Gears turned in Sora’s brain. Her grief, her shock, her denial over Arin’s choice shifted. As the sun rose closer to the horizon, so did a new feeling in Sora’s gut.
“So that’s it?” she snapped, her voice harsh. “We’re just giving up?”
“You saw how he looked at me.”
“SO WHAT?!”
The sky lightened another shade, now tinging the clouds with hints of pink as Sora’s anger rose to the surface.
“COULD YOU BE MORE SELFISH?!”
Lloyd’s head snapped up. “Excuse me?”
“‘Aw, poor me, poor me. I’m not as good as Master Wu. I lost my student because I wasn’t paying attention. Waaa, waaa, waaa.’ Okay, and?!”
“Sora, you don’t understand. Master Wu–”
“Oh enough about Master Wu already! I honestly don’t think he was anywhere near as perfect as you and Arin seem to think. I’ve read the scrolls, Lloyd. It sounds like he wasn’t this amazing mythical figure you see him as. It sounds like he didn’t tell you guys enough. It sounds like he didn’t always prepare you for this stuff. Heck, he didn’t even know the Merge was gonna happen until it was too late! This Wu guy clearly wasn’t perfect despite having years of experience on you.”
“Hey, don’t disrespect my uncle!”
“You’re telling me that Wu was the perfect teacher to every single student he ever came in contact with? You’re telling me he never messed up, pushed too hard, or got too distracted?”
“No, never– well.”
Lloyd dropped his legs back into a meditation position. “There was Morro. His first student. Master Wu messed up with him big time.”
“See? Wu’s first student gave him issues too. It shouldn't be this big a deal–”
“Sora, he accidentally drove Morro away. He died. He came back as a ghost. Possessed me. Tried to curse the world. Uprooted destiny. Trapped my father in the Cursed Realm.” His green eyes finally turned to her. The sky made them look… red.
Sora had nothing to say.
Pink on the clouds darkened to scarlet streaks. Blood smeared across the sky.
“So. So Master Wu wasn’t perfect.”
“Well it’s clear that we’ve both messed up big time. You’re angry, Sora. I understand. But I just don't see how I can continue to teach–”
“No!”
The anger was back, twice as crimson as the sky.
“I’m not gonna leave the Monastery! I have nowhere else to go! Arin is my family. And Arin is my home. I’m not staying here without him and I’m not leaving without him. I’m not doing anything without him!”
“What if he doesn’t want to be saved? What if Raz corrupted him, or brainwashed him, or something that we can’t undo? We don’t know where they went or why exactly Arin felt the need to– Sora we just… can’t.”
Shooting to her feet in time with the first golden sunbeams, Sora glared down at her teacher.
“Stop thinking about yourself! Stop thinking about your failure! This is all of our fault. If I hadn’t made him think he did object-Spinjitzu that one time, or if I’d told him about it, or if I’d-I’d, I don’t know, talked to you about this first then maybe we wouldn’t be here.”
Lloyd opened his mouth.
“But we are here! And Arin is gone.”
And it hit her.
Sora sank to her knees.
“Arin is gone, Lloyd. He left us. He left me.”
She stared at the grass, ashen as its green mixed with glow of the stained sunrise.
“I want him back.” She raised her head to give a hard, cold look to her teacher. Lloyd’s expression was unreadable. “I want him back.” Sora repeated.
She stood up again, more slowly this time. Just as she did, the sun broke over the horizon, bathing her face in vermillion.
“Ninja never quit.”
Lloyd just stared for a moment. “I think that’s the first time you’ve said that.”
“Yeah, well. Quitting isn’t an option. And if Arin’s not going to be a ninja then I’d better be a ninja for both of us.”
Slowly, Lloyd got to his feet. “I don’t want to mess up again, Sora. I don’t want to lose you too. I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t…” he sighed. “I don’t know how we’re going to do this.”
“Well I’m doing it. I don’t know how exactly, but I’m gonna do it. You are welcome to join me, Lloyd.”
Maybe it was the rising sun, but Lloyd's smile was warmer than she’d ever seen it. He held out his arms for a hug and Sora fell into it. She felt so small.
“I can’t promise that I’ll be a perfect teacher. I can’t promise that I will be like Wu, or that I won’t be like Wu.” He squeezed tighter. “But I can promise that I’m going to try my hardest to make this little family of ours whole again.”
Arin’s words seemed to echo in the air.
My real family.
“Okay,” Sora whispered, wiping her eyes.
By the time they broke apart, the sun had risen fully. Messy red had given way to a pale, peaceful blue.
“Let’s go get our boy,” Lloyd said. “No more moping. No more feeling sorry for myself.”
“No more comparison to Wu?”
“I’ll try.”
“That’s all Arin and I ever wanted of you.”
Under the rays of a warm sun, teacher and student walked into the Monastery together, ready to piece themselves back together.
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Hi! This is my first time requesting so I’m really nervous and I’m sorry if my request sucks! I was just wondering if you could do another plus sized little reader but this time with Bucky? And she’s really embarrassed about being at the park because she gets hurt and so does peter but he gets picked up and she’s worried she can’t be picked up and snuggled because she’s too big and she’s just sad but then Bucky comes in and picks her up and reassures her that she’s still little and that he’s strong and that he still thinks she’s a little? Maybe she’s pretending to not be a little because she’s big again like you did in the last story but Bucky knows better and gives her a sweet band aid? Sorry this is so long you don’t have to do it! Have a good day!!!!!!!!
It's okay, Baby.
Warnings - Talks of swing accident, talks of scrapes, band aids are used, as well as ointment, there's a talk of snacks at the end, and both Bucky and Y/n have a habit of sneaking around each others apartments.
Notes - It's been so long again since I've written something, but I hope you love this anon! Thank you for the request, and I promise you did a great job requesting!
SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW
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The park at the compound was huge, it had tons of slides, climbing areas, and more. It was the coolest place Y/n had ever seen. As her friends played some imagination game, running around across the wooden plank bridge and sliding down the fireman's pole, she sat on the bench with the bunch of caregivers.
Y/n hadn't identified as either little or caregiver when she showed up to the compound a year ago. She had gotten rude comments and mean looks in the past when she told people she was a little. And she wasn't ready to see what those she lived with might have to say.
Everyone on the playground was small, pickupable, even if they were tall, and it made her feel like she didn't belong by the side of her smaller friends in a smaller headspace. "Y/n!" Peter yelled, hanging off of the rope swing waving her over. "Push me!" He giggled, swinging his legs as he tried to get some air.
Y/n smiled as she walked over, pushing down the bit of her that wanted to be pushed on a swing too. "How high?" She asked, giving peter a few pushes, only ever getting "Higher" as a response.
"Wait!" Y/n could hear someone say from the playground, she turned to check it out but before she could see who had yelled Peter and the tire swing swung back and knocked her on her feet.
Both her and peter were laid on the mulch, scrapes from the wood gracing their hands, tears trailing down both their cheeks. "I'm so sorry!" Peter cried, missing one shoe.
"It's my fault, I wasn't looking." Y/n tried to smile, tried to not slip into her little headspace as she often did when hurt. "I didn' mean to!" She sobbed, her pain bearable but her worry for peter making her chest squeeze.
Tony and MJ walked over to peter, Tony picking him up and MJ checking his ankle to make sure it wasn't hurt.
Y/n stayed seated, tears still dripping down her cheeks as she tried to will herself to stand up and walk away, but the aching in her chest as she watched Peter be worried over made her feel worse. "It's okay, Baby." Bucky said quietly, approaching her like she was an animal ready to run at the first sign of danger. "You got a couple of owies, huh?" Bucky squatted down, now level with Y/n.
"'M fine Buck." She tried her hardest to sound big, to sound put together.
"You're bleeding, Baby." Bucky helped her stand, brushing the mulch off of her before he looked over her hands. "Let's go get these cleaned up, hm?" He asked, waiting for Y/n to agree.
Y/n wasn't sure what was happening, or why Bucky was acting so sweet and kind to her. And she couldn't get his use of 'Owie' out of her head. But she felt hazy, not sure if she could stay big too much longer, her hands stinging more and more as the minutes passed.
The moment she nodded her head in agreement Bucky picked her up, one arm acting as a seat for her, Y/n's arms quickly wrapping around his neck. "Bucky!" She squealed as he walked them towards the compound. "'m too heavy, put me down!"
"I feel offended, Baby." Bucky chuckled, not out of breath or even slightly winded as he held her close. "I'm a super soldier, I can carry you no problem."
Y/n tried her best to think of a comeback, think of something to say to make him understand that her being picked up wasn't right. Yet the warmth his arms and body gave her, and the few forehead kisses he planted on her forehead as he walked made her disputes die the moment she thought of them.
"Okay." Bucky whispered, walking into his room then his bathroom, turning on the light before setting Y/n on the counter. "Let's get these hands patched up, okay?" Y/n nodded her head absentmindedly.
"T'anks." She said in a quiet voice, hands held out as Bucky cleaned her scrapes. "'m sorry for falling."
"Look at me, Baby." Bucky said, his hand resting under her chin. "You didn't do anything wrong, you just looked away for a second, it's okay, sometimes little's get distracted." He said calmly, quickly getting back to dabbing ointment on her hands.
"'m not a little!" Y/n said defensively.
"Y/n." Bucky looked her in the eyes. "Do you want a regular band aid? Or a princess one?" His words were said with a serious tone, and the look in his eyes made Y/n think he would definitely know if she lied.
"Princess Band aid." She pouted, hating that he saw through her. "Bu' maybe I jus' like princesses." She shrugged her shoulders.
"I know you like princesses, you have Princess blankets, and princess barbies, you also have a princess stuffie that you hide behind your bookshelf." Bucky said nonchalantly.
"How do you know all of 'dat?" She shook her head, looking at Bucky confused.
"I snoop when you go to the bathroom when we have movie nights in your room." He shrugged.
"Dat's creeping, Buck." Y/n giggled.
"Where do I hide my favorite gum?"
"The top shelf of the cupboard beside your fridge!" She cheered.
"Yes you creep, you know that because you sneak around when we have movie night here." He tickled her sides, making her giggle and forget all about her scraped hands.
"Okay, we can be creep buddies den." She held out her pinky.
"Creep buddies." He smiles, linking his pinky with hers, helping her off the counter, promising to turn on her favorite Princess movie if she had a snack. With the way Y/n giggled and smiled and seemed to come out of her shell, Bucky knew that he and Little Y/n would get along just fine.
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𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lil skies x sls!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which skies drops sls home and everyone is mad because she didnt text them where she was.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing,smut,angst,crying,fluff.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k
i spent the whole day with ki and right now we were currently taking a shower together before he drops me off at home.
i was on my knees deepthroating him while we were making eye contact. it wasn’t a rough head pushing type deal it was just intimate and soft and i was enjoying it.
“fuck baby just like that.” he said as i kept bobbing my head and stroking what i couldnt fit.
“look so pretty with my dick down your throat.” he said as he started twitching in my mouth.
i started sucking him sloppily as i felt him shoot his seed down my throat. i swallowed and licked the tip clean.
he pulled me up wrapping his arms around me kissing me softly as we stood under the warm water.
we stood there holding eachother under the water for awhile then we finally showered and got out drying off.
we went back into the room and i sat down on the bed and he handed me a hoodie of his with a pair of clean boxers and his shorts.
we both put on our clothes and he sat back down on the bed pulling me into his lap.
“i dont wanna leave boston” he said as he was holding me close to him.
“i dont wanna leave you” i pouted and he pressed a kiss to my lips.
“i will text you and call you as much as possible baby” he said rubbing my sides.
“you better”i giggled.
we stayed like that for about ten minutes then we got up and we headed to his car so he could drive me home.
.•°♡°•.
the whole ride home we were just talking about everything and he held my hand the whole time he was driving.
we finally pulled up to my house and he got out the sametime i did walking over to me.
he pulled me into his arms and i wrapped my arms around him my head in his chest as he held me close pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“im gonna miss you baby” he said.
“gonna miss you”i mumbled into his chest.
he grabbed my face leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“ive had a good time with you baby and i wanna see you again” he said.
“i wanna see you again” i said as i stood on my tippy toes giving him another kiss.
“ill text you in a bit baby” he said.
“alright talk to you in a bit baby” i said.
“ill see you again soon baby” he said as he kissed me a few more times.
he gave me a big hug kissing me softly then i headed back inside.
as soon as i got inside and walked into the living room there was my mom sitting on the couch.
“looks like someone finally decided to come home.”matt said looking at me.
“mhm”i mumbled as i sat on the couch inbetween nick and my mom.
“sls baby you had me worried about you please if you ever stay out like that again just text or call.” my mom said
i nodded. “sorry mom ill make sure to text you next time.” i said and she gave me a hug and walked out of the room.
“sls if you ever fucking do some shit like that again i will come to your location and get you myself.” matt said as his jaw clenched.
“matt its not that serious.” i said rolling my eyes.
“its not that serious really? its not that fucking serious that you could end up pregnant or hurt all because you turn 18 and suddenly think ya so grown staying out all night not calling us or texting mom?”matt raised his voice.
“you were raised better than this sls, you need to straighten your fucking act up and have respect for yourself and your own fucking family whos been worried sick about you.” he pointed his finger at me.
i started to feel tears in my eyes. all i wanted was to go into my room and talk to ki. i missed him so much already and matt yelling at me made it worse.
“whatever matt im not arguing.” i said fighting back the tears.
“all you fucking care about is yourself anymore, you have no respect of mom and dads rules and youre out there partying and doing whatever the fuck was on your instagram.” matt said
“quit acting like a fucking whore and grow the fuck up.” matt spat.
thats what made the tears run down my cheeks and i got up off the couch heading to my room.
“fuck you matt.”i said as tears were rolling down my face as i was walking out of the room.
“matt thats so fucking uncalled for. you didnt have to call her a whore thats fucked bro.” i heard chris say before i walked in my room.
once i walked into my room i slammed the door behind me and laid down on my bed starting to blast the unbothered delxue album by skies on repeat.
i just laid in my bed curled into a ball wearing ki’s hoodie just crying even harder listening to his voice.
.•°♡°•.
it had been a hour since matt and i got into a argument and i still had skies album on repeat crying.
i was upset and i miss skies. i also was upset with everything matt said about me.
suddenly i hear a knock on my door. “go away” i said.
i saw the door open and matt walked into my room.
“what do you want matt.if you came in here to yell at me more you can get the fuck out”i said sniffling.
“i wanna talk to you.” he said as he sat down next to me.
“i dont wanna hear it.” i said.
he had tears in his eyes as he pulled me onto his chest. “sls im sorry.” he said as he rubbed my back.
“what i said was fucked up, i was just so worried about you all night i could barely sleep wondering if you were okay or not. you’re my baby sister and i want whats best for you. you’re not a whore and i dont think you are acting like one either. i was mad and worried so i let my anger get the best of me and i lashed out on you. i love you sls.” he said as he had tears running down his cheeks.
i let myself sob in his chest after hearing his words. “i-its okay matt im just really sad rightnow.” i said.
he rubbed my back soothingly as he looked at me. “shhh its gonna be okay sis.” he said.
i wanted to tell him about skies but i was also scared to do so. “i wanna tell you something but i dont know if i should.” i said.
“well you dont have to tell me rightnow but when you feel like you’re able to tell me id like to know.” he said.
“matt, ive been seeing s-“i got interrupted by my other two brothers coming in the room.
i felt myself sob even harder into his chest and suddenly i felt chris jump inbetween us.
“whats wrong sls?” he asked concerned.
“im just sad chris”i said and he cuddled me.
nick suddenly jumped into the bed with us and we all cuddled for the rest of the night. being with my brothers helped me feel better but i still missed ki.
the four siblings all fell asleep cuddling eachother and the next morning their mom found them all asleep in sls room. she thought the moment was so sweet and took a few pictures.
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Ravioli Week, Day Two- Tender Care (Sickfic, sequel to Day One)
Lu Legend x Ravio (Ravioli)
Summary: After a failed attempt to save Rulie, Hilda led Ravio and the others into hiding with nothing but a sick and injured Legend to show for their efforts. Everyone’s taking it badly- even Ravio, who’s Link is the only one free from the Shadow’s clutches, is unable to leave Legend’s side.
Word Count: 1,913
Warnings: Nothing major. Legend suffers the aftereffects of his time in Dink Jail, Ravio and Shadow are a little sad, Hilda is tired of Everything, mosty light angst with fluff at the end
A/N: I’m apologizing profusely yet again for being super late. In my defense, I hit a massive writer’s block after day one, and school has been the worst lately. At the same time, I didn’t want to quit Ravioli Week after being committed to it for so long, and this is the result. This was written in the midst of my dry spell, so it was mostly a sort of “practice run” with the focus on how each character bounces off of one another. I’ll be back to writing regularly (and maybe with better quality?) now that my braincells are working and school is over. Thank you so much!
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“How is he?” Hilda asked.
Ravio blinked up at the Queen of Lorule from his spot beside Legend. Her hair was in a loose ponytail- he'd forgotten to help her braid it- and her makeup was minimal. It had been, ever since the rescue. Ravio couldn't judge. She had been preoccupied with other matters.
“His fever is getting worse,” he mumbled, softly running his fingers through the sleeping hero's hair. “His wounds haven't healed, and he's been coughing his throat raw.”
Hilda exhaled deeply. She sat beside him, joining him in his quiet vigil. “Is there anything I can get you?” she asked intently.
“Saria's taking care of it,” he said.
“I'm talking about you, Ravio, not him.”
Ravio hesitated. He looked away and shook his head.
She laid a hand on his shoulder, and Ravio lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. They were tired, likely from the strain of holding the group together. She really shouldn't be worrying about him, of all people. She knew he could take care of himself. Still, she continued. “Ravio, you haven't slept in days,” she hissed under her breath. “You haven't eaten, either. What's going on?”
Ravio flinched and chewed the inside of his cheek. “I-I'm sorry, I just-” he stammered. “I've- well, I've been worried, see, and I just haven't found the time-”
Legend shifted and grunted in his sleep. Ravio froze with his mouth open. He snapped it closed and frowned, pausing for a long moment.
“Never mind,” Hilda muttered. “Just… promise you'll eat your food and get some sleep.”
Ravio nodded absently and narrowed his eyes at the rise and fall of Legend's chest, his ears flicking in amusement.
Hilda sighed impatiently and stood, walking away with her cape snapping in the air. He felt a prick of guilt in his heart for ignoring her, but it wasn't long before it was swiftly packed away into the neat little box in the back of his head where he hid the rest of his cares and worries. He was always left with some form of sorrow or another whenever he did that, as if his mind was lamenting the passing of his own emotions.
What a silly thought.
“Hmm… Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?” Ravio asked the trees. He chuckled. “For shame, Mister Hero.”
Silence.
“Did you hear something you liked?” he went on, his tone light. “Or did you notice the irony in her request? One of the two, if not both, I assume.”
My, the crickets sound rather beautiful tonight.
“Bold. But justified, probably,” he reasoned. “And it's so very Hilda of her.”
“It's because she cares about you.”
One of the shadows flickered, and a blood red eye stared at him from amidst the gloom. “Idiot,” its owner added.
Ravio smiled. “Shadow. I should've guessed Hilda wasn't the only one in character today.”
“What does that mean?”
“Meaning I expected Mister Hero- who is currently faking sleep- to answer.” He shrugged. “I suppose finding another nosy hero in the bushes should've been expected as well.”
Shadow emerged from his namesake with folded arms. “Very clever.”
“Shut up, both of you,” Legend grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Look, you're both very witty, but I'd bet each rupee in Ravio's pockets right now that Saria can hear every word you two are saying.”
Shadow snorted. “Doesn't matter. She'd know what our breath smelled like without even getting close.”
“It is somewhat of an inevitability,” Ravio conceded, “even if that is an absolutely horrible metaphor.”
“The kid knows things,” Shadow said, ignoring him. “You'll just have to get used to it, Blondie.”
It was almost funny how quickly Legend's expression went sour. Ravio had to give him a stern look to keep him from saying something insulting.
On the other hand, Shadow didn't show any signs of pleasure at successfully annoying him. His cap, which was normally very expressive, didn't curl or even twitch. Instead, it hung limply from his head. He must've been more depressed than he thought, Ravio realized with a pang.
“Look, Shadow, I’m-” Ravio started.
“Don't apologize,” he interrupted sharply. “I didn't come here to talk about myself. Or you, for the matter.”
Ravio wrinkled his nose, taken aback. “Care to tell us what you did come here to talk about?”
“Nothing,” the darkling responded curtly. He reached into the shadows and said, “Frankly, I'd rather not be here at all. But Saria and Aurora send their best wishes, and I'm the poor guy who has to bring ‘em.”
With that, he gifted Ravio a rag, a canteen, and a bottle filled with a shimmering gold-colored elixir. Ravio accepted them, dipping his head towards Shadow. Thank them for me, would you?” he said.
Shadow's only answer was a flick of his cap as he turned and let himself be swallowed by darkness. He left behind a lingering sense of melancholy.
Legend seemed to sense it, too. “Just like him to dampen the mood and leave,” he muttered.
Ravio winced and pointed out, “That's not really fair.” He's suffering, just like the rest of us.
When he didn't respond, Ravio shook his head and placed his hand over the other's heart. “You need to rest,” he said gently. “Here, drink this.”
He placed the bottle of elixir that Saria had cooked up for him in his hand. Legend cast it a suspicious glance before uncorking and downing it in one go. He grimaced as it went down.
“Water?” Ravio offered.
Legend shook his head.
“Take some anyway,” he insisted.
Legend scoffed, but grabbed the canteen and took a long drink. “Anything else you want me to inhale?” he asked sarcastically.
“Nothing else,” Ravio answered simply.
“Good, ‘cause I-”
Suddenly, yet another coughing fit struck, this one particularly nasty. His throat must be so raw by now, after having this sickness tear at him for so long. Ravio wrung his hands anxiously as he worked through it. There wasn't anything he could do, and he had always hated hearing it.
Luckily, it didn't take long for the coughing to abate. Legend groaned weakly. Ravio found himself shifting closer and allowing the frail hero to lean on him.
“Are you alright?” he asked nervously.
“I'm fine, Rav, stop worrying about me,” he rasped. He pursed his torn and bitten lips and reached again for the water.
“Can I get you something to eat?”
“Ravio, really.”
Ravio bit his tongue. He couldn't help it! He was so worried- terrified, even- that his lover would do something rash to prove he was strong, or something noble and courageous like that. Heroes were prone to being stubborn idiots and getting themselves hurt because of it. Besides, fretting over these stupid heroes was one of the few things he was actually good at.
“Could you at least try to sleep for a couple more hours?” Ravio persisted.
Legend scowled. “Sleep is all I've been doing. Sleep during the day, sleep during the night, take an elixir, repeat.” He clenched his fists. “It's driving me insane. I want to do something, Rav.”
Ravio understood, he truly did. He just wished he'd stop being so obstinate about it. “If I take you for a walk after, would you do it?” he suggested.
Legend hesitated. He mulled that over in that frustratingly beautiful head of his, pretending not to care too much, but Ravio had seen how his ears had perked at the idea. He wasn't too surprised when Legend nodded.
Ravio wasted no time in gently pushing him back down into his bedroll and tucking him into his blankets. He doused the rag that Shadow had given him in water and wrung it out so it wasn't soggy. He placed the damp cloth on Legend's forehead. He didn't miss the tiny sigh of relief that slipped from his lips as it made contact with his burning skin.
“Hilda’s right, you know,” Legend said abruptly. “You shouldn't be starving yourself for my sake. Or keeping yourself awake all night.”
Ravio stiffened. Lolia! Why was everyone worried about him? Would he never escape?
“And this, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call irony,” announced a tiny Shadow in his head. He metaphorically swatted it away.
“I'm not going to explode if you get a snack or something,” Legend informed him.
Ravio shot him a flat look. “Thanks,” he remarked. “I feel better already.”
“Ravio, I mean it.”
“You're being just as sarcastic, Mister Hero.”
“Am not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I am not!”
“I already know you're not going to explode. That's sarcasm, Link.”
Legend rolled his eyes. “Fine. But if you don't take care of yourself, I'll make you,” he warned.
“Oh?” Ravio raised a brow. “And how will you do that?”
Legend smirked. With a devious glint in his eye eerily similar to Tetra’s own, he pounced. Ravio yelped as he was tackled from his seat and wrestled into the hero's bedding. He strained to free himself, but to no avail. He was startlingly strong, even when sick!
“Link, you're contagious!” he gasped.
“Should've thought about that during dinner last night,” he growled teasingly
“How was I supposed to kn- ACK!”
Ravio let out an involuntary and extremely undignified squeak as Legend poked a finger into his side. Sensing weakness, Legend continued to prod him mercilessly. Ravio squealed and squirmed but Legend refused to relent.
“Link! Stop it!” he giggled uncontrollably. “Let me go!”
Legend laughed at him! The audacity of that Hylian! He had half a mind to whack him with his own pillow.
“Okay, okay, I get it!” he panted. “I'll do it, just let me go!”
Legend let him wriggle free and stumble to his feet, grinning mischievously up at him. Ravio's face was red, but he tried to hide his embarrassment by pretending to dust off his robes.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Mister Hero had the gall to say. “I'm sure Saria has something you can eat.”
Oh, Goddess, Saria! She had heard everything, hadn't she? Ravio groaned, covering his face with his hands.
“If you-” Legend began.
“Not a word out of you, Mister Hero,” Ravio chided. “You resorted to tickling to coerce me. How low the Hero of Legend has sunk!”
“Stop being dramatic,” he chuckled. “Now, scram. Eat some bread or something.”
“I'll have you know,” Ravio sniffed. “I am being as dramatic as the situation calls for.”
“Hey, I told you to get lost, didn't I? Go on, now. Shoo.” Legend waved his hands at him.
Ravio stuck his tongue out at him like they had when they were kids, bickering over trivial, meaningless things like the price of a hookshot or where to put Sheerow’s cage. It was almost unbelievable how dramatically things had evolved since then, yet some things were as familiar as ever. Goddess, he loved that man, even when he acted like a constipated raccoon with cacti for droppings. Maybe that's where he found the patience to turn around, approach Saria, and ask for one of the pastries she loves making. Her overjoyed expression almost made it worth the mortification of being teased about his husband.
When he returned, Legend was nestled in his blankets, curled into himself and snoring softly. Ravio found himself smiling as he brushed his pink-tinted locks from his lover's face.
He decided to eat the pastry. Legend deserved some sleep untormented by thoughts involving Ravio's own self-care.
It was the sweetest he'd had in a long time.
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