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nOPE IS SO GOOD
IT ISSSS MY GOD I LOVED IT SO MUCH BUT ALSO I WILL NEVER LOOK AT A CLOUD AGAIN
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sweets4dolls · 2 months
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if you do alastor smut, could you whip something up with bunny girl reader, like imagine reader went to the hazbin hotel instead of val for work ~🍖
𝒷𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒽
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pairing: alastor + bunny!f!reader
content warnings: smut, blood, mentions of religion, consuming of blood, kinda prey/predator relationship??, dubious consent, not proofread
notes: yayayayayyy alastor! :] ps y'all should most definitely try coke w cherry syrup next time you go out its sooooo gooddddd.
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you were lost on the streets, wandering around and sniffling, up until charlie found you and brought you to her hotel, thinking that you would be a perfect fit after seeing your cute and pure soul all lost, looking like a bunny no less.
it didn't take long for you to catch Alastor's attention either - after all, it wasn't like the hotel was receiving people by the masses. so when you came in, cheeks puffed and lips chewed into a raw shade after having cried so much after having lost your way, and you were guided to the bar expected to order some type of alcohol, you didn't - you ordered a coke with cherry syrup.
from that moment alastor had watched husk put the ice into the cup, pour in the coke, and add the cherry syrup, he had kept a watchful eye on you as you played Charlie's games and bonded with the other people at the hotel throughout the day, ultimately pushing him to decide to invite you to dinner.
later into the night, you wandered into the elevator and walked into alastor's room, eyes wide as they wandered around, admiring the scenery and decor.
"sit down, my dear!" he exclaims with his consistent smile as he gestures to the empty seat across from him, watching you as you plop yourself down into it and look at the spread of desserts and meats he had arranged.
"sweets for someone as sweet as you!" he laughs with a radio cackle flowing through his transatlantic accented voice, "why, I wasn't sure if someone as delicate as you could handle something as heavy as raw meat."
"oh, thank you alastor!" you say as smile at him sweetly and your hands move to pick up a bottle of coke - of course. of course that was the thing your weak little wrist would pick up in that adorably meretricious fashion of yours, even before you bothered to peel off your sweater and place it on the back of the chair.
as the night moved on, alastor had you telling him all about your little life back on earth, how pious you had been, how dedicated you had been to the faith, how you just didn't know how you'd ended up here. the more comfortable you got, the more relaxed your posture became and the more you seemed to go on in tangents - not that alastor minded, you were very good entertainment.
"dear, before the night is over, I do want you to do one thing for me," he says, figure now leaning towards you across the table as you nod your head. "mhm, anything," just what he wanted to hear. "it just so happens that I've never had bunny flesh before - would you be so kind as to let me try some?"
your big eyes grow even wider as you hear this, before stuttering out, "oh, you want it to pass me to you? where is it?" nervously before alastor shakes his head, making his way over to you and placing a claw on your shoulder, "no my dear, I meant your flesh" he says, staring down at you like you were prey, "don't fret, I won't take a bite out of you or anything of the sort, ha, no!" he laughs out, "I would just like to sample the goods, if you will."
not wanting to seem rude, you nodded your head yes nervously , ears flopping about as you did - after he fed you dinner, it was the least that you could do, right?
"good girl" he says before placing a hand against your chest, holding you in place as he lowered his head down to the area between you shoulder and neck and pricked your skin open with his teeth, making you yelp as he did, tepid tears glossing your cheeks. as he licked at the wound, a warm claw came up to your cheek, cupping it as a thumb swiped at the tears.
he pulls back, licking smeared blood from his lips as he smiles at you, admiring the way your ears trembled and tail twitched. "would you like a taste?"
just as you part your lips to answer, his mouth finds yours, long tongue licking into your open one. you gasp lightly, making him chuckle as he leans towards you and gently pushes you from the seat to the ground so he can climb on top of you, removing his jacket as he does so.
blushing, you breathe heavily, your little head filled with anticipation and panties full of slick as he crawls on top of you, ripping your panties straight off. "don't worry darling, I just want a taste," he says gently kisses down your neck, lightly nipping and drawing blood as he does.
your body shudders as Alastor's mouth finds your clit, tongue tracing it lightly just before he pushes his fingers into your tight little hole, making you gasp. your hands scrape at the grass, getting dirt under your nails and on your arms as alastor continues to fuck you on his tongue and fingers.
"w-wait, alastor, I'm gonna-" he cuts you off mumbling from beneath your cunt, "I know darling," he states as his lips latch around your clit and suck, knowing just what you need as it sends your thighs shaking and tail twitching as you cum.
"you taste just as sweet as I expect," he says, grinning at you as he licks his fingers before giving you another open-mouthed kiss.
just as you catch your breathe, alastor is hiking your legs over his shoulders and undoing his pants as he presses fleeting kisses over his bite marks, distracting you until he starts rubbing the head of his cock over your sticky slit, slowly pushing it in.
you whimper as alastor coos in your ear, "I know, I know bunny," your eyes roll as he finally starts thrusting, hands in yours. his jaw clenches as you flutter around him, feeling every vein in his cock, making his hips speed up.
still sensitive from just cumming, you squirm beneath him as he hits it hard, getting the sweet spot inside you with each thrust. he ruts into you harshly, bruising your cervix as one of his hands massages your swollen clit.
sensing you getting close, he speeds up his movements until you're releasing on his cock, fucking you gently through your orgasm, cumming inside you a few moments later before giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.
"bunny might be my new favorite flavor of flesh"
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buckyalpine · 1 year
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HI MY BEAUTIFUL 🐚ANON!! I adore this so much, I adore YOU so much, as always, your requests are everything!! 
Warnings: So so much fluffy fluff, angst if you really squint till your eyes go cross-eyed and blurry
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"It's been decades. Not even a couple years. Almost a century. You probably shoot dust. Or whatever your bionic ass reproduces with"
Bucky contemplated throwing his half finished milkshake at Sam's head while they both scarfed down burgers from a late night diner after a taxing mission. Sam was pestering Bucky yet again about his nonexistent social and lack of a love life, a topic he seemed to get high off of. 
“For fucks sake Sam-”
"You need to get out more man, at least start dating. You don't need a whole girlfriend but a few dates wouldn't kill you. Or maybe it would, since you're what, 106?"
Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, his patience wearing thin. Dating wasn’t for him, not because he didn’t want to date but because he wasn’t sure who would even date him. He’d only just gotten comfortable talking to Sam though he’d never openly admit he actually enjoyed their conversations. He wasn’t exactly the most approachable, Peter had once told him he had a resting bitch face, whatever that meant. He wasn’t the most tech savvy unless it involved doing something illegal. He had a plethora of devices that could take down the US government at the push of a button he secrecy hoarded under his bed but God forbid someone ask him to pose for their Instagram story.  
Talking to a pretty girl was a completely different story. What would he even talk about? His time before the war involved a lot of nursing an injured or sick Steve back to health. After the war and his time in Hydra, he didn’t really have time for himself. He liked plums. The hobbit. He was thinking about getting a cat. Bucky internally groaned, maybe he’d find a girlfriend at the retirement home down the street; at least they’d have things in common. 
Sam cocked an eyebrow while Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Usually he’d respond with a grumpy pout or complete silence but today his exhaustion had caught up with him. He debated on how to get Sam of his back, a dim, flickering, half broken bulb going off in his sleep deprived brain. 
"I already have a girlfriend Tweety bird"
The deafening silence that followed that statement made it clear both men were aware that was a lie. Sam snorted, shaking his head while they both finished they food, slapping a $50 on the counter before leaving. He looked at the super soldier, deciding not to press into the issue further for the night but he definitely wasn’t going to let it go that easily. 
5:30 AM
The buzz of his phone jolted him awake, the faint sound of the TV still playing in the background. Bucky felt around for his phone, tossing his sheet off, sitting up from his place on the floor seeing Sam’s caller ID light up the screen. 
“What are you doing next Saturday” Sam sounded unusually chipper, a hint of a smirk in his voice, a suspicious amount of enthusiasm for such an early hour. 
“Why” Bucky groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes, going back to lying down. 
“Were having a cookout over the weekend, you should come”
“You woke me up to tell me what could have been a text message?” Bucky asked incredulously, closing his eyes, ready to let sleep free him from such a ridiculous conversation. 
“Ooo, white panther knows how to text now” 
“White Wolf” Bucky grumbled, regretting every telling Sam the name he had been given in Wakanda. “I’ll come if you just let me go back to sleep” 
"Alright, but bring your girl too"
There it was. 
He could feel the shit eating grin Sam was giving him over the phone, eye brows wigging up and down, all his perfect teeth out. 
“Whatcha say Barnes?” 
Sleep had disappeared into thin air as Bucky shot up, mentally kicking himself for the nonsense he’d gotten himself into. He fiddled with the corner of his sheet, hoping to find an out. 
"I thought you only invited family" 
"Hey, anyone that you're allowing within 3 feet of your personal space might as well be considered family" Sam snorted, not believing a single word Bucky had said the night before. The conversation moved on to a different topic, easing some of Bucky’s nerves. A whole hour had passed and Bucky was sure he was in the clear until-  
“Back to the matter at hand, you bringing her or not?” 
“Why are you like this, does being Captain America always come with the caveat with also being a pain in my ass, I’m not going to-”
Bucky was about to refuse until a knock at the door pulled him away from the conversation, the scent of fresh pancakes wafting through the door. He pulled himself up, a smile tugging on his lips, knowing exactly who was on the other side, not needing to check as he untangled himself from the sheets. 
His sweet neighbor. 
Bucky wasn’t religious and he wasn’t a big believer in a higher power but there had to be something out there when people like you existed. Whenever Sam asked him why he stayed in the dingy little apartment that barely had windows and a closet for a bedroom, he’d insist it was because he preferred a small space and was still getting used to living a normal life so he wasn’t ready for another move just yet. 
The part he always left out was that his dingy apartment came with an absolute angle that lived next door. Kind hearted. Sweet. An absolute darling. You were one of the first people he’d interacted with when he moved in. All the nerves he had about living alone and growing accustomed to a regular life melted away the first day, when you came over with a plate of fresh cookies. 
He felt like a little boy whenever you were around, having the biggest crush on the prettiest girl on the playground, his mind going to mush whenever you smiled at him. But it wasn’t a crush. Nope. No....? No. He narrowed his eyes at himself before making his way to the door. 
“Buck? Did your tongue rust-” 
“I’ll uh-I’ll think about it” He mumbled before cutting the call, a bashful smile on his face as he unhooked the chain and swung the door open. “G’morning doll” 
“Good Morning” You grinned, handing Bucky the plate which he gratefully accepted, his stomach rumbling between the butterflies that fluttered in his tummy. “I heard you get in last night, didn’t think you’d have time to do a grocery run or cook anything” You handed him a bag of fruits and vegetables, two of those bags full of plums. His favorite. 
“You didn’t have to do all this” If his cheeks grew any warmer he would’ve sworn he was running a fever. And he didn’t get fevers. 
“You’re out saving the world, I think getting you a few groceries is the least I could do. So, how’s the new Captain?” You had never met Sam in person but hearing enough stories from Bucky told you all you needed to know. No one else was better suited to take on the shield than him. 
“A pain in my ass even if he means well” Bucky smiled shaking his head to himself. “He’s been pestering me to get out more...start dating” He mumbled the last part, wincing. He’d fought off aliens, gone to battle alongside a tree and a talking raccoon, survived being help captive by Hydra but being boyfriend material? His flirting game was as strong as pre serum Steve's right hook. 
“Well, handsome solider like you, shouldn’t be too hard to find you a date” You felt your own face heat up as soon as the words left your mouth but wasn’t like it was a secret. There was no way he would have had trouble in the dating department; aside from being one of the most beautiful people you’d laid your eyes on he was also the sweetest. Bucky was nothing but a gentleman and with a pure and soft heart and if you didn’t get your shit together and control the way he made you weak in the knees-
“Not the same ladies man I was in the 40′s doll” He chuckled, blue eyes sparkling at your compliment, “Either way, I got myself into a mess with that” He smiled sheepishly while you cocked your head, urging him to continue. 
“Well, I sort of lied to get him off my case” Bucky blushed, rubbing the back of his head, his the pink on his cheeks deepening at your cheeky smile. “I-I told him I already have a girlfriend but as you can see-” Bucky waved into his empty apartment that showed no signs of human life, “-it back fired immediately because he's invited my nonexistent girlfriend to a cookout this weekend. In Louisiana. With all his family. And friends”
Bucky let his head hit the wall with a dull thump, cursing himself for putting a foot in his mouth. Sure he could just come clean and say he lied. But that would mean admitting he lied and that was worse because then Sam would give him shit for that, plus try to get him out more and- 
“What if- what if I went with you?” Bucky’s head shot up, blinking in surprise at your words, wondering if he heard you correctly. “I could pretend to be your girlfriend for a day, get Cap off your case. Only if you’re comfortable with it though”
“Really? You’d do that?” You giggled at his lost puppy expression, his eyes lighting up when he realized you were being serious.
“Of course” You smiled sincerely,  “I’d be happy to! Just let me know what time to be ready at and I’ll be all yours” 
All his.  
The little boy in his was running around in circles, his heart beating too fast for the rest of his body to keep up. The thought of you being his girlfriend for a day was more than he could ever dream of. Of course it was only pretend and he’d wouldn’t dare push for more; not when you deserved the world. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to deal with Sam’s nagging. 
Problem solved. 
*****
This was a bad idea. 
A bad, bad idea. 
Bucky had gone through at least 4 outfits, debating between an array of Henley’s, before settling on a blue one when he remembered you complimented it because it was blue like his eyes. He picked up his razor and then immediately put it down when he remembered you once said you liked the scruff on him.  Even if this was just pretend, every single part of him was on edge as if this were a real date. As soon as his enhanced hearing picked up your soft footsteps padding down the hall, he was right by the door, nervously chewing his lip. 
Bucky blinked, his heart nearly giving way at 106 years old when he saw you make your way down the hall towards his apartment. You were in a flowery sundress, with a large cakebox in hand, your sweet perfume already making him dizzy. If Sam didn’t kill him for lying, the crush he had on you would be the next thing to take him out. 
"You-you look beautiful"  And sweet. And adorable. And delectable. 
An angel.
You looked like an angel. 
"Thank you, you look good too Sarge" You looked down at Bucky’s chest instead of meeting his eyes, unable to look at his pretty face. His adorable face. Handsome face. That dimple on his chin. Blue eyes. Pink lips. Fuck, you had such a big crush on him. 
It was going to be an interesting day. 
*****
Bucky parked the car at Sam’s place, which wasn’t too far from the lake where everyone had gathered. Part of him was almost sad they had made it on time; the car ride over with you ending faster than he’d liked.  
“He wasn’t kidding when he said he only invited family” Bucky snorted, seeing all of Sam’s relatives there along with his closest neighbors, many of whom he’d met before. He took the cakebox from you, slipping his hand into yours, smiling when you gave him a reassuring squeeze. You both made your way over, hand in hand, your heart skipping a beat each time someone greeted Bucky, every single person over joyed that he’d finally met someone to call his. 
He made his way over to the grill where Sam filliped a few burgers; the new Cap grinning when he saw you both. There was no missing the sparkle in his eyes when he looked down to your hand in Bucky’s, noting you were was holding his metal one, no longer covered by gloves. 
Interesting. 
“You’re lookin’ good” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at Bucky, loving the way the soldier rolled his eyes, trying to brush off the way his cheeks were dusted pink. 
“This is y/n, my girlfriend” Girlfriend. Bucky loved the way it rolled off his tongue with ease, not feeling an ounce of hesitance. The word previously feeling so foreign to him now felt so natural when he had you by his side. And holding your hand. And hearing your laugh. And-
Relax Bucky, it’s just for a day. 
“I’m Sam, and it’s very nice to meet you” He pulled you into a hug, still curiously eyeing Bucky, genuinely unable to figure out where he’d managed to find a sweetheart like you. 
“Thank you for the invite” you giggled as he gave you a light squeeze before letting you go, inspecting the cakebox Bucky handed to him. He grinned at the fresh strawberries that decorated the cake, shamelessly plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. “Strawberry shortcake. A little white wolf told me it was your favorite” 
“Well if the big bad wolf likes you then I like you cause he doesn’t like anybody. You must be special” Sam mused, a part of him wanting to be skeptical but there was nothing, absolutely nothing made up about the Bucky was looking at you. He gazed down at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars right in his room, an utterly lovesick puppy. You felt your cheeks heat up, burying your face into Bucky’s side while he chuckled, pulling you closer to him and pressing a kiss on top of your head. Damn right, she’s special. 
You both made your way over to mingle with the rest of the crowd, have no trouble at all playing the role of an utterly in love boyfriend and girlfriend. Bucky didn’t miss a single chance to press little kisses on your cheeks, every so often pecking your nose. His hand never left your waist, always holding you close to him, his face occasionally buried into the crook of your neck. 
You played your part almost better than he did, gushing over what a gentleman he always was to you, stayed tucked by his side, nuzzling under his chin, occasionally actually getting lost in his soft scent of laundry detergent, his cologne and something distinctly him. You made the elderly ladies giggle and blush each time Bucky did something adorable, proudly showing you off to everyone. 
He didn’t even let you eat without being the most perfect doting boyfriend. You’d both served your plates, finding a nice spot to sit under a shady tree; Bucky sat on the large lawn chair, secretly happy there was only one. You were about to walk off to get another when he tugged your wrist and pulling you back. 
“C’mere, I wont bite” Bucky grinned, surprised with himself as he pulled you onto his lap with ease. You let out a squeak, your nose bumping against his as you plopped onto him, lips nearly brushing his. 
“Smooth, Barnes. Remind me again, how you don’t have a girlfriend” You let out a breathless laugh, screaming to yourself on the inside that this was fake. He was playing the role perfectly, that was all. So fucking perfectly. 
Why was he so perfect. 
Bucky smirked, kissing your shoulder, letting you relax against his chest, wondering if you’d feel his heart hammering against his ribcage from how flustered he actually was. He easily maneuvered you so you sat comfortably across his thighs, his arm still securely around your waist. 
When was he ever this smooth. 
If anyone else was this close, he’s run for the hills, but now he was contemplating tossing you over his shoulder and running to Sam’s house, the guest bedroom was upstairs and two doors to the right-
“Well I’ll be damned, he really does have a girlfriend” Sam shook his head while Joaquin snorted, both men looking at you and Bucky with heart eyes while they sipping their beers from the docks. 
“You think they’re faking?” Joaquin nudged Sam’s shoulder, watching Bucky now fed you a piece of cake, still keeping you on his lap, sneakily kissing the cream from the corner off your lips between bites. You’d giggle every time, feeding him a strawberry, squealing when he’s playfully bite your fingers. 
“You can fake a lot of things but not the way he’d blushing and giggling like a toddler in a candy store” Bucky played with your fingers, intertwining them with his hand, his nose scrunching as he laughed at something you said. 
“It’s nice to see him like this” Joaquin had seen grumpy Bucky, grouchy Bucky, angry Bucky, scary Bucky, sleepy Bucky, just about every Bucky on the planet, but this? This was a first. Love struck Bucky. Charming Bucky. Happy Bucky. Simpy Bucky. Sappy Bucky. Giggly Bucky. Playful biting Bucky. Ready to get down on one knee if you’d let him, Bucky. 
“Steve always said he was a charmer, he wasn’t lying”
They couldn’t take their eyes off the way the corner of Bucky’s eyes crinkled each time he smiled or the way you’d instinctively lean into him when he spoke. He’d tuck your hair away from your face, his hands lingering on your cheek for a second longer, giving them a glimpse of the man from the 40′s before the war,  youthful and innocent, his heart full of hope, a smirk that would make his best girl swoon; the both of you in your own little world. 
“He looks happy”
Sam had seen people look happy before. They’d smile but their eyes would be empty. They’d laugh but their voices were hollow. They’d look like they were on top of the world while sitting at rock bottom. The way Bucky’s eyes sparkled, his boyish laugh, the way he’d nuzzle into you, trying to be closer to you than physically possible, was more than just looking happy. 
“He is happy”
Bucky had completely forgotten about pretending with you, lost in how perfectly you fit in his arms. You had taken up your role very seriously, telling him how utterly handsome he was, never missing moment to peck his scruffy cheek or card your fingers through his short soft locks. You intertwined you fingers with his vibrainium ones, busing your lips against his cool knuckles. 
At some point in the afternoon, he’d slipped his jacket off and wrapped you up with it as evening crept around the corner. Not a single person doubted the nature of your relationship; at least four of Sam’s uncles had told Bucky to propose soon. 
You don’t meet a girl who makes you this damn giggly just anywhere, Sergeant. Hold onto her. 
****
Just when he thought he couldn’t fall for you more, you had fallen asleep in his arms, contently snuggled up in his jacket as the sunset over the lake. Most of Sam’s family had gone back home, a few close relatives still hanging around the boat, sipping on coffee. Bucky couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you, softly kissing your forehead; he could get used to this. Cuddling up with you after date nights. Hearing your laugh. The softness of your lips. The way your hand always found itself in his metal one without hesitation. 
Fuck he wished this was real. 
You stirred slightly, a content sigh slipping past your lips at the feel of his kiss. Nothing felt more comfy than being wrapped up by the super soldier, his solid arms holding you close. You didn’t want to wake up, wishing you could sleep forever if it meant you’d be this close to Bucky all the time. The day felt like a dream; the exact dreams you had when you thought about your sweet neighbor. How it’d be for him to call you yours. To Be his girl. To make him smile. To make him laugh. 
If only it wasn’t just for a day. 
“You have a nice nap, baby?” Bucky smirked as you blinked awake, stretching on his lap like a cat before snuggling against him again. “My pretty girl” 
“Why wouldn’t I when my boyfriend is the comfiest spot to sleep on?” You teased, bringing your hand up to toy with the chain of his dog tags. Bucky chuckled, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, kissing your nose. There was no one around you both, though neither of you seemed interesting in dropping the act just yet. 
“You fit perfectly here, doll” He grinned, blushing when he hesitantly pulled you a little closer, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders, resting on the back of his neck. 
“I think I like it here” You sucked in a breath as he rested his forehead against yours, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. His nose gently bumped against yours, his warm breath tickling your lips. 
“Me too” He closed the gap between you both, pressing his lips to yours sweetly, savoring every bit of your softness. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss as you parted your mouth letting his tongue lace with yours while your hand made its way through his hair, tugging on his short locks. Bucky let out a groan, letting his hands drop to your waist, kissing you for as long as he could until you both needed oxygen. 
“Maybe we can pretend for a little longer?” Bucky broke away, panting, his forehead still pressed against yours. You giggled between breaths, peppering kisses across his face. 
“Just a little longer?” 
“Maybe- maybe forever?” He looked at you with his classic puppy eyes, his heart bursting when you pulled him in for another kiss; forever. Forever sounded good. 
A few years later
“So, you finally gonna admit I made this happen?” Sam whispered while Bucky snorted, shaking his head. 
“Not gonna happen” 
“C’mon, I made this happen, I caused this” 
“You caused chaos” 
Sam scoffed in fake offence, taking a sleepy Becca from Bucky’s arms while the soldier went to go check on you. “Now when do I get to meet my second God child?”
“In a few hours” Bucky stretched before making his way back to your room, smiling at your resting form. He carefully laid down beside you, letting his hand splay across your tummy; in just a few more hours there would be a little Samuel Grant Barnes in the world. 
“We’re really good at pretending” You murmured, make Bucky chuckle, taking your hand in his and kissing the ring that sat on your finger. 
“Maybe just one more baby after this? Really convince them, Mrs. Barnes?”
*
“Uncle Sam, tell me a bedtime story?” Becca pouted, having been at the hospital for hours, giving Sam the exact same face Bucky gave you. Her little bottom lip jutting out, big (y/c/e) eyes blinking up at him. He grinned, settling her on his lap before he made a thinking face before asking what she’d want to hear. 
“What kinda story, Beccs, an animal story, a super cool falcon story or Captain America story or a flying Falcon Captain America story?” 
“The chaos daddy said you caused” She giggled while Sam nodded, taking a deep breath before starting. 
“It all started when your daddy said he had a girlfriend...”
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woozvc · 4 months
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(part of my seventeen first love series!) [m.list]
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synopsis - working at a 24/7 hypermarket and thinking you're about to get killed is not fun...but the dude you meet is beautiful so hey worth it?
pairing — jeonghan x gn!reader (reader is called pretty once)
genre/s — fluff, jeonghan is a menace, friends older brother troupe if you squint, reader works at a hypermarket late at night
cw— mentions of dark streets and getting followed (but like not really because he thought you were someone else), one direction is mentioned for a second (yes this is a cw), a lot of cursing
w/c - 1k ish
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it's 11:03pm when your shift is finally over. it's a quiet friday night, the 24/7 hypermart you're working at is pretty empty which is perfect. most of your shift was spend in just organizing the shelfs and listening to music. that's why you love working here, it's easy money and it's near your house so why not?
“y/n! thank you so much for covering my shift today!”
“hey haein, how was your meeting?”
“um..it was fine haha, I know you like your 11-4am shift more but i had no choice, hope I'm not ruining your saturday”
“it's fine, I was free today anyway”
“let me get changed and you can log out” haein gives you a small smile.
haein is a year younger than you, you first met her when she randomly once ran into the shop at 1am in dire need of ramen. it looked like she was on the verge of tears. that told you enough, she was definitely your type of person.
“is it really that cold or are you dramatic?” haein chuckles looking at your large comically hoodie. you got it matching with her a few weeks ago. she wanted to thank you for putting up with her antics at early hours of the morning. you didn't refuse, a free hoodie is a free hoodie.
“it's December and I'm cold." you give her a glare (affectionate)
"don't leave the store until mark comes in and please dont put your headphones on, if someone walks in your need to greet them” haein gives you a small laugh with a salute and hugs you.
walking through this neighborhood has never been a problem. you know this place like the back of your hand, nothing could go-
“huh?” you turn around. there was something. you swear you felt someone walk behind you.
you look around for a minute, no ones around. that's when you decide to book it. taking a deep breath you start to run and crash into something, or, someone.
“haein chill out why the fuck are you running”
“who the fuck are you??”
you stare at the boy in front of you. long hair, lean frame and beautiful eyes-
“you're not haein.”
“last time i checked no I'm not” you quip back at him. being good looking does not excuse being a bitch.
“oh my god I'm so sorry” he extends his hand out to you which you take and pull yourself up.
“you have the same hoodie as my sister so i thought you were her.. I was planning to scare her so that i could ask why she was out so late I'm really sorry. it's just that usually her shifts ends right now and she takes this street home and”
“jeonghan?”
"you know me?"
it made sense. haein would come in sometimes and rant about her menace of a brother who she loved but sometimes was hard to deal with. for someone who has so much shit talked about him, damn does he look good.
you spend the next 5minutes telling jeonghan about how you know haein, the matching hoodies and why you were leaving the store at her shift time.
“she had a meeting with a club? she's not in any clubs?"
"I don't know I don't interrogate your sister"
“maybe you can” he hands his phone out and you give him a confused look
“put your number in, I'll ask you for sister updates. you can be my spy”
“that's creepy”
“I'm just concerned for her”
“still creepy”
“okay how about you give me your number because I think you're pretty”
you're so glad the street has barely any lights or he would've seen you red as a tomato right now. you quietly take his phone and put your number in, no further words needed.
jeonghan smiles at you and saves your number.
“I'll go meet haein now but I'll text you, you have good taste” and he walks away laughing. you stand there confused. what does he mean by good taste??
you start to walk home when it hits you. he pointed at your bag. a bag with a one direction badge on it that you put on when you were 12 and forgot about it.
“definitely a menace.”
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a/n - I'm still on hiatus but I wrote this at 4am when I was sad and needed something to do sorry if it's not my best work :/
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onlymingyus · 1 year
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Holidate (Snowventeen Collab)
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pairing; yoon jeonghan x afab reader
genre; smut, angst, fluff
warnings; fake boyfriend au, artist!jeonghan, stress about lying, unrealized feelings, conflict with family, reader’s parents are in the fic, joshua hong as a best friend, pretty heavy angst, eating and drinking mentioned, protected sex, oral (f receiving), handjob, fingering, light scratching, light breast play 
svthub snowventeen collab master list - snowventeen tag list
w/c; 13k and some change 
a/n; this will be my last snowventeen fic and for some reason as with most of my holiday fics this one got out of hand with length. I hope you enjoy it. thank you to @junkissed-replies, @duhnova, and @wonwussy for reading/proofreading.
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“Why me?” Jeonghan’s brow raises in amusement giving you a full once over while you stand in front of him. He was one of your best friends but he really could be a dick when he wanted to be. “Because for one, you said you aren’t doing anything with your family for the holidays. Two, you are…classically attractive, and three, I need your help.” 
When you call him attractive, Jeonghan’s smirk widens dramatically, leaning over the kitchen counter towards you lifting his hand to push your hair behind your ear causing you to take a breath. “You think I’m attractive?” Of course that would be the only part of the entire explanation he would have latched on to. Sighing loudly, you push his hand down causing Jeonghan to laugh and stand at his full height again. 
“Will you go with me or not? I’m sure there will be someone there to torture, besides me.” Jeonghan runs his thumb along his bottom lip and gives you another once over lost in thought. A sigh escaping his lips when he nods causing you to smile melting his facade for a brief moment. You watch his face soften, his smile genuine until he clears his throat and glances down to his phone. 
“I’m sure it will be fun and then you’ll owe me. I’m not sure how you’ll ever pay me back for this one though.” You sigh loudly at his words, lifting your shoulders in a dramatic shrug causing Jeonghan to laugh while he watches you. “I’ll buy you some paint or cook for you for like a week.” As much as he wanted to hold his over you for longer, Jeonghan couldn’t help the smile on his lips at your ideas of paying him back. They were both so genuine things he would enjoy from you but mostly just knowing that both would include your company. 
You watch him nod, his lips pursed in thought causing his face to look somehow even more strikingly handsome. You found yourself more often than not wanting to smack the smug look off his face but you knew you never could. “Tell you what, I’ll keep those in the bank,” Jeonghan points at his head at the mention of the bank, his lips turning up in a smirk causing you to roll your eyes as he continues speaking. “and I’ll let you know what I decide. For now, gorgeous, you can call me boyfriend.” You really were going to regret this. 
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Your stomach was in knots by the time that you and Jeonghan pulled up outside of your family home. He had been a perfect gentleman and actually helpful most of the trip. Trying to help you stay calm, telling you he would make this easy. “We’ve been friends for years, Y/N. I know you better than you know yourself. I can play your boyfriend without a problem.” Then why was your brain screaming that your family would know you were lying?
This had all been so that you could stop the questions of when you were going to find a boyfriend, when you were going to get married, and most of all so you could stop the “well, you know your eggs are dying each and every day” conversations. For the past few years you were the center of attention for all the wrong reasons so this year you had taken it into your own hands to change the script. 
Sliding out of the car, you swallow hard starting to turn towards the trunk of the Uber only to feel Jeonghan take your hand, hearing him tsk at you. “You are going to have to act like my girlfriend too. This is a two way street darling. So, though I don’t know who those people watching from the window are, I think it would be better if I carried in our bags, don’t you agree?” 
Your eyes scan the front of the house seeing the face of your cousin, your mother, and one of your aunts watching you like a hawk. A large smile on your mother’s face while her hands gripped at the front of her dress trying to remain calm, you were so much like her. You had been nervous before, now you are terrified, your hands were sweating and Jeonghan could feel you trembling. 
“Oh my god, they are gonna know I’m lying.” Jeonghan sighs at your words reaching up to push your hair from your forehead while the Uber driver sets the bags at his feet muttering a simple goodbye before the car pulls out of the driveway. “No they won’t. I won’t let this fail, when have you ever seen me fail anything?” 
He had a point, he was good at everything. It was truly disgusting the more you thought about it. You found yourself instinctively leaning into Jeonghan’s hand making him smirk a bit, his own stomach doing flips but he was much better at hiding it. “Mhm, that’s what I thought. So just go with the flow and try to follow my lead. I’ll try to follow yours, okay?” 
When you nod, Jeonghan smiles, his eyes glancing towards the window seeing even more people watching the two of you now. “Mm we have quite the audience. Don’t pull away…” You start to ask from what but Jeonghan leans in pressing his lips to yours letting them brush over yours so softly it takes your breath away. Shock sets in only once he pulls back his hand on your cheek covering your reaction from the onlookers, only a look of admiration on his face even as he wants to laugh at your wide eyes. “Couples kiss, you are going to have to get used to that, baby.” 
“Oh my god, you’ve never kissed me before.” Jeonghan laughs, his thumb brushing along your cheek for a moment longer before he finally steps away to pick up both bags glancing back to wink at you. “Yeah, well I’ve never had a reason or occasion to kiss you before. Now let’s go in before they come out here. You have to introduce me to your family.” 
You were still in shock walking slightly behind Jeonghan while taking the lead, making you bite the bullet and head towards the house. “You keep calling me pet names, you called me baby.” Jeonghan laughs, glancing over to you with a nod, “You are so observant today. I did call you baby because couples also use pet names. I thought it would be strange if we didn’t use them. You can call me anything you want, unless it’s something that would be obviously embarrassing. Y/N, take a deep breath, you look like you are going to pass out.” 
His words are deaf in your ears when the front door opens, your mom’s voice cutting through the silence. “Y/N! Hi honey, you didn’t let us know you had landed and that you’d be bringing a guest.” You start to speak but Jeonghan can see how your lips barely seem to move so he takes over leaning to sit down the bags on the first step of the house, a bright smile on his lips when he offers your mother his hand. 
“I’m Yoon Jeonghan, I’m afraid much of this is my fault, Mrs. Y/L/N. Y/N wanted to give you all a heads up but I thought it would be more fun if I was more of a surprise, a gift in a way. I know how important she is to you all, she has to be if she’s so important to me.” Your mother’s breath is shallow while she holds Jeonghan’s hand, his charming words cutting through her like a knife. 
“Oh…it’s okay Jeonghan. I just, I’m afraid dear that I have only heard your name a few times from my daughter and with how you are speaking about her…” She lets the words trail off hoping that Jeonghan would fill in the blanks while her eyes fall on you, your cheeks burning as others stand in the doorway of the family home. 
Jeonghan laughs moving to put his arm around your waist, his fingers pressing into your hip pulling you closer to him. “Again, my fault, I apologize. I hope you won’t hold that against your daughter or me, but if you are thinking that we are together you are correct. We have been for just under a year now.” 
The two of you hadn’t discussed details of your dating life, that was hitting you now like a ton of bricks and you were incredibly grateful to Jeonghan for being so composed in coming up with a story on the spot. Glancing up at him you find yourself smiling softly making his throat tighten when his heart beats a bit faster.
Your mother’s voice cuts through you once again but you don’t look away from Jeonghan right away. “Oh! Oh my goodness, Y/N! He’s lovely, I wish you had told me. I don’t understand why you two have kept this so hush hush…”
Jeonghan grins, lifting his hand without thinking to brush over your cheek, making your mom coo out a sound of appreciation at how tender he appears with you even as he speaks. “I guess I just wanted to keep her to myself for a little while. No pressure to be anything but us.” You swallow hard nodding in agreement watching Jeonghan move to pick up the bags again. His eyes finding your mom once again letting her grab your hand pulling you closer to her. 
“I’m so happy to see you with someone like this.” You laugh a bit out of nerves until you meet Jeonghan’s eyes and his smile. “I’m happy too, Mom.” Her laugh mirrors yours, her hand holding you tighter while pulling you up the stairs letting Jeonghan follow you both this time. “Okay let me get you both settled then you can introduce Jeonghan to everyone.” 
The word ‘everyone’ echoed in your head all the way up the stairs and to your old bedroom where you stood still causing your mom to laugh. “Where is Jeonghan going to stay?” The laugh that escaped her lips caused you to jump slightly surprised only to feel Jeonghan behind you like a reliable rock. “Honey…I am not under any impression that if you two have been dating for around a year that you haven’t shared a room. He can stay with you, I don’t mind, besides we are tight on space. This is easiest.” 
Jeonghan’s cheeks were warm this time, he had expected to have his own space away from you at least a night but he smiles at your mother leaning down to kiss the side of your head reassuringly. “This is perfect Mrs. Y/L/N. I’d rather be close to Y/N anyway.” You both watch her smile, a nod of her head when she pushes the door opening showing you the same bedroom you had used since a child. You find yourself happy you had taken down most of the embarrassing posters and changed out the bedding set a few years ago. 
“Once you two are settled please come down. We are going to have drinks soon and like I said, you have to introduce your boyfriend to everyone. I know they are literally holding themselves back from climbing the stairs to get a look at him.” Another nervous laugh slips from your lips but you nod, leaning to kiss your mother’s cheek shutting the door with a small creaking sound. 
Jeonghan watches you lean your forehead against the wood, his eyes curiously moving along your body while he drops the bags next to the bed and sits on it. “Y/N…she didn’t know. We are doing fine.” Your throat felt like it was closing up but you nod and glance back at Jeonghan furrowing your brows seeing him sitting on your bed. “Oh my god, how are we going to do this? You, sleeping in here, with me.” 
A small sigh slips from Jeonghan’s lips, he didn’t see what the big deal was with sharing the bed but clearly it was making you freak out. Standing he glances around the room seeing a thick blanket picking it up showing it to you. “Just provide me with a pillow. I can sleep on the floor.” You felt horrible, the idea of him sleeping on the floor but at the same time it did make you calm down some. It seemed easier than sharing the bed with him. 
Nodding you move further into the room while Jeonghan lays the blanket on the bed turning back towards you offering you his hand. “The others won’t be as easy as my mom. She’s easily charmed.” You watch a smirk spread over Jeonghan’s lips when he takes your hand running his thumb along the back of it lifting his brow. 
“Well I’m incredibly charming, Y/N. You just keep up with the story in case we get separated. With that said, we probably need a firmer one, we didn’t really talk about that.” He watches you nod while obviously chewing on your cheek. “Okay, dating for just under a year. We’ve been friends for years, which is true. I asked you out for dinner, I’m a gentleman so that makes sense.” 
When you roll your eyes Jeonghan laughs fighting the urge to lift his hand to brush over your cheek again. “Well I am, just ask your mom. So dinner, it became two then three dates and finally we just decided to become an item. You like that I paint…” You furrow your brows at Jeonghan’s words tilting your head. 
“Yeah I do, so?” His fingers hold your thumb, stroking your skin gently without much thought, a laugh so smooth exiting his mouth it makes you have to hold back a shiver. “I’m just pointing out an easy point of conversation. I like how determined you are, smart, and kind…you were easy to fall in love with.” 
Your brows furrow, you swallow hard finding it almost difficult to do so making your next words come out slightly strained. “Well your painting can’t be the only thing I like about you.” Jeonghan grins, raising his brow, lifting his free hand to gesture for you to continue. “Then tell me darling, what else do you love about me.” 
The word love makes you pause, your mouth opening and closing one too many times making Jeonghan laugh. “God you are adorable…” When your hand connects with his chest, the smack weak but still getting your point across, Jeonghan continues to laugh, lifting both hands this time in defeat. “I…fine, I love that you are talented, your paintings, you are intelligent, charming, and deep down…and I mean way deep in your twisted little soul you are one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met.” 
It was Jeonghan’s turn to swallow hard, his cheeks burning slightly while he laughed to hide his own feelings. “See, that wasn’t so hard. This will be easy as pie. Even I have to admit looking at us this all makes sense. So…we continue to go with the flow.” 
Jeonghan’s words make you take in another shaky breath, something becoming far too common for you recently. His eyes are still moving over your face in thought until you finally nod your head and meet his eyes. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. Let me just freshen up a little bit and we can go downstairs.” Watching you move from him, Jeonghan bites at his bottom lip when you move into the ensuite bathroom. At least you two were lucky enough to have that extra space to yourselves which would make showering easier on this trip without drawing suspicions. 
Behind closed doors you take a few steadying breaths looking at yourself in the mirror, the water running into the sink in front of you loud enough that you hoped Jeonghan wouldn’t hear your panicked sighs. You had always been more attracted to Jeonghan than you wanted to admit to yourself much less him, and now you were stuck in the same bedroom with him for close to a week. You knew you had put yourself into this predicament and yet it didn’t seem to help you feel any less panicked about it. 
By the time you come out of the bathroom Jeonghan is sitting back on your bed looking at his phone, both bags on the dresser open. “You opened my bag?” Without looking up Jeonghan nods with a sound of acknowledgement. “In case you needed something before we headed down. I was going to look for your toiletries bag but I didn’t wanna overstep. Especially since you packed your lacy things on top.” 
Your cheeks burn hotter than you thought they could, a scoff falling from your lips when you move over to your bag digging through things slightly to find your smaller bag taking it out putting it down harder than necessary. “What’s wrong Y/N? I didn’t mess with them. They are pretty, shame no one sees them.” 
“Yoon Jeonghan…I said to torture someone besides me while we are here. Oh my god, please stop talking about my underwear and my sex life.” Jeonghan laughs under his breath, moving to stand, finding his way to stand behind you looking over your shoulder into the mirror. “Sorry, you make it too easy sometimes. I’ll be good, promise.” 
You meet his eyes in the mirror while Jeonghan lifts his hand offering you his pinky as his promise. Your brows furrow but you lift your hand linking your pinky awkwardly with his not moving to turn around. Jeonghan’s hand slides along your hip, a smirk on his lips briefly until he pulls away with a sigh. “Waiting on you, baby. I’m ready to go meet the family.” 
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Most of the introductions had gone much like your mother’s until you had reached your cousin Patricia. Her eyes lingered just a little too long on Jeonghan for a woman who was already in a relationship, her smirk too knowing. “It’s just so funny to me that no one knew about you beforehand, Jeonghan. Y/N is really not great at keeping secrets. In fact she’s always been a little too loose-lipped for her own good, ever since we were kids.” 
Your eyes fell on her left hand, she had been moving it more than she needed to trying to get you or Jeonghan one to say something about the ridiculously large diamond situated on her ring finger. Jeonghan laughs a bit strained, his fingers pressing into your side while he takes a deep breath into your hair trying to stay calm while dealing with the woman. “Mm, you smell so good.” At his words, your cheeks burn but a smile spreads across your cheeks at how genuine he seems even as you meet his eyes. 
Patricia watches the interaction only to roll her eyes at the theatrics and clear her throat. “As I was saying…” Her sentence is cut short when Jeonghan looks back at your cousin with a sickeningly sweet smile on his lips that you had only seen when he was truly irritated. “That I am a well kept secret, Trish…we wanted it that way. I liked having her all to myself. No annoying phone calls from relatives…on either side asking when we’d take the next steps.” 
“Mm right, and it’s Patricia. I’d prefer that, if you don’t mind.” Jeonghan just smiles, lowering his head in a small nod that you know meant he would call her Trish a few more times now knowing it bothered her. When Patricia lifts her hand obviously to push her hair behind her shoulder, a laugh slipping from her lips, Jeonghan sighs, noticing you giving her the attention she wanted. 
You hadn’t meant to look at the ring again but she was throwing it in your face and the moment she noticed you looking Paticia gasped with such fake surprise you felt sick to your stomach. “Oh, yeah, oh my god Y/N look at this. Liam proposed last week, and I just had to say yes. He really is the most amazing man I’ve ever met in my entire life.” 
Jeonghan watches you reluctantly congratulate her, your fingers brushing barely over hers to acknowledge the ring. “You can touch it, it’s 4 carats. Cost him a literal fortune but he said I was worth it and who am I to argue. “ Patricia’s words were starting to grate on Jeonghan’s brain, especially when he watched one of your aunts, assuming it was the woman’s mother approach and start to gush over the engagement to you. 
“We are just overjoyed. We seriously expected you to be first Y/N. Your mother has honestly been disappointed every single year dear. Such a shame, but now since you seem to have a dashing young man…maybe he will make an honest woman out of you yet.” That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back in Jeonghan’s head. 
“I already have, or we are well on our way.” Your brows furrow heavily at Jeonghan’s words, the two women in front of you suddenly speechless, their eyes fixated on the man standing at your side. His eyes fall on your confused ones, you watch him smile, a look of confidence on his face. “Sorry baby, I know you wanted to wait but it is the holidays. Besides…I’d rather them all know you are going to be my wife.” 
As if his words were a beacon in the room, your mother was at your side within seconds. Her hands grabbing your hands looking for a ring causing your cousin to laugh in disbelief. “She’s, well, she’s not even wearing a ring.” She had a point, you thought to yourself. This hadn’t been the plan, not even in the realm of the plan. This was so far off script that you were also speechless. 
Jeonghan however shrugged, a gentle smile on his lips when he met Patricia’s eyes. “We didn’t want to rub our good fortune into the face of others. The holidays are supposed to be about family and coming together. That’s why Y/N wanted to wait but after meeting you all, this felt like the exact right time to let you all know.” 
It seemed to be enough to silence your cousin for the time being, Jeonghan watched her take a step back allowing your mother to step in closer to you. Her excitement obviously keeps you and Jeonghan distracted until he feels a firm hand on his shoulder. His eyes find the hand before who it belongs to only for Jeonghan to swallow hard when he meets the eyes of your father. 
“Could we have a talk, son?” Your eyes were now on your father and Jeonghan even when your mother told you he would be fine and to just stay with her. “Oh..yeah I know but, uh Daddy, be nice!” Your words barely reach the man’s ears but you hear a gruff sound that lets you know he heard you request. Jeonghan wrings his hands together, his nerves taking over him more than they had the entire night when he finds himself in a corner of the living room away from most of the guests.
“Um, sir…I feel like I should apologize for just springing this on everyone. I should have of course asked for permission be–” His words were cut short when Jeonghan watches the man smile, your father’s larger hand moving to gently slap at his cheek. “I appreciate that you considered it now. I have been watching you with her, Y/N looks happy. That’s all I need or want, Jeonghan. Don’t break my little girl’s heart, that’s what I wanted to tell you away from everyone else.” 
Jeonghan stands perfectly still, the hand falling from his face while the man keeps his eyes fixed on him waiting for him to speak. “I–I won’t, I swear.” Now he felt like you had when the two of you had arrived. The man was going to know he was lying, not about perhaps breaking your heart but about it all. Swallowing hard, Jeonghan puts on a smile and lifts his hand to scratch at his eyebrow in thought. 
“I believe you, and don’t keep any more of the details from us. I’m afraid my wife might lose her mind if you try, and I’ll lose mine in the process of that. I look forward to meeting your parents one day soon, hopefully.” Jeonghan holds back a groan at the idea of how he was going to turn this back around after he left here. He was going to break your mother’s heart but that was something he’d have to worry about next week. 
“Uh, yes sir. I’m sure they would be very happy to meet you as well.” 
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At the end of the night you found yourself sitting on your bed, your hands tugging at your sleep shirt in an attempt to pull it further down your legs while Jeonghan made a makeshift bed on the floor near you. Reaching for the other pillow on your bed you offer it to him when he looks up from kneeling on the floor, his eyes lingering over your bareskin without much shame causing you to swallow hard. 
“Jeonghan…” You watch him smile glancing away to put the pillow down muttering his apologies though it wasn’t your intention. “No, I was just going to say, the marriage thing? What the hell? We don’t even have a ring…that wasn’t the plan. That goes way beyond you pretending to be my boyfriend, don’t you think?” 
Turning to lay down on the blanket, Jeonghan makes a face to the feeling of the hard floor against his back before letting out a small sigh. “I just got frustrated at your cousin, she’s a real bitch. You looked like a deer in the headlights when it came to her, so I lost it and it just kinda happened. I’ll get you a ring tomorrow.” 
It was that simple? He could just get a ring tomorrow. When you scoff, Jeonghan glances up to you on the bed, a smile on his lips at your reaction. “What? Are you mad? Everyone seemed so happy about it. I mean except Trish.”  Furrowing your brows you let out a breath moving to lay down on the bed looking up at the ceiling in the low light while Jeonghan’s eyes still remain on what he can see of you even as you pull the covers over your body. 
“I’m not mad, I’m just worried. That was a huge jump and it’s going to be a huge disappointment later.” Jeonghan felt that same sinking feeling he had felt when talking with your father earlier. He hadn’t meant to hurt you, and to leave you with the clean up later. “Y/N…I can try to fix–” You speak over Jeonghan cutting him off causing him to smile, his teeth catching his bottom lip. 
“However, it is nice to watch Patricia not be the center of attention and get what she wants for once.” Turning on your side, you look at Jeonghan, your eyes moving across his face until he notices meeting your eyes causing him to laugh. “Then we will let you have your moment, babe.” 
Shaking your head, you tuck your chin into the covers with a half surprised sound trying to get comfortable when Jeonghan calls you another pet name. “No one is here to hear you call me babe.” A smile still on his face, Jeonghan shrugs, turning his face back towards the ceiling letting a soft breath slip from his lips. “No, but I’m just letting you get used to hearing it.” 
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The sound of the knock at the door didn’t seem real at first. You whine not wanting to wait up, turning your face into the pillow you mutter in your sleep but then hear your mother’s voice telling you that she has breakfast in bed for you and your fiancé. “Huh?” 
“I have some breakfast for you honey. Are you decent? Unlock the door and I’ll bring it in.” Panic sets in when you glance to the floor to see a still sleeping Jeonghan. Sliding out of the bed you kneel beside him and put your hand over his mouth speaking in whispers when he wakes up shocked to see you leaning over him. “My mom is here with breakfast. Get in the fucking bed!” 
Jeonghan shakes his head trying to understand what is happening but another knock and the impatience in your mother’s voice sends him into a similar panic as you get him moving. You watch him move around your bed, the pillow back in its original place, his legs under the covers while you throw the blanket over your comforter trying to make it look as if the two of you had been using it for extra warmth. 
“Mom, I’m coming!” Making sure Jeonghan was settled, you see him nod before you open the door and offer her a smile, your fingers pulling at your nightshirt similar to the night before when you had tried to hide your legs from Jeonghan. “You didn’t have to bring us breakfast. We could have come down to eat…” 
“I know honey, but it’s already after 9 and you hadn’t come down yet so I figured I would just bring it up. I assumed the two of you were up late…being young.” You grimace at her connotation causing her to laugh while she approaches the bed, her smile on full display for Jeonghan. When he leans to take the tray of food and coffee from her, your mother coos in appreciation glancing back at you happily. “I adore him, he’s such a gentleman. Do you two have plans today?” 
You start to speak, but Jeonghan is quicker with a smile on his face. “Mm yes, Y/N has promised to take me into town. Show me around a little bit, I hope you don’t mind Mrs. Y/L/N. “ Your mom laughs giddy with excitement, shaking her head with a hand on her chest. “I don’t mind at all but please Jeonghan, you are literally part of the family now. Call me Mom, I insist.” 
Jeonghan glances at you then nods, clearing his throat while moving the tray so you can sit back down on the bed next to him. “Of course…Mom. I’ll be sure to get her back well before dinner.” The two of you watch your mother fuss over you for a moment longer before she finally leaves the room shutting the door with a small squeak leaving you both in silence. 
“That was too close of a call. We can’t take that long to answer the door again…” Jeonghan nods in agreement, stabbing a fork into some scrambled eggs lifting them towards you, surprising you when he offers you the first bite of food. Watching you take the food he smiles a bit and shrugs. “You’ll just have to share your bed with your future husband.”  
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Walking around downtown in your hometown felt different this year. It always felt a little strange after being gone for a few months but this year it was like seeing it through different eyes. Jeonghan had let you point out a few stores to him, he had commented on how quant it all felt in comparison to where he had grown up and where the two of you lived now. 
Now you were sitting outside of a store, a bag at your feet and a drink in your hand while you waited for Jeonghan to finish his errand. You had an idea of what he was up to but if you thought too much about it your stomach began to feel twisted up with nerves. It wasn’t real but it was terrifying how quickly you had to begin reminding yourself of that. 
Jeonghan thanked the woman at the counter reaching out to take the small bag containing a velvet box. It had taken him far too long to decide on a ring, especially for a relationship that wasn’t real. His brain just couldn’t seem to tell his heart the same as he slipped the bag into his jacket pocket and headed out onto the sidewalk turning back up to where he had left you. 
You were breathtaking, just sitting on a bench, the sun on your skin and in your hair. Jeonghan smiled to himself watching you for just a moment longer than he probably should have while you fidgeted with your phone almost seemingly out of nerves before he felt his own phone go off in his pocket. You had obviously sent him a text message and he couldn’t blame you. He had taken so long on his task but he didn’t take his phone out instead he pushed forward simply saying your name causing you to look up with a smile spreading over your pretty face when you saw him.
“I’m really sorry, I know that took me forever. Oh you went shopping too? What did you get?” Jeonghan glanced at the larger bag on the ground next to your feet with curiosity. “Uh I’ll show you when we get back to the house…I sent you a text just a minute ago. I was just getting worried about you. I know you don’t know this area.” 
You had been worried about him, Jeonghan’s chest tightened slightly but he managed to keep a straight face putting on a slight smirk. “I found you didn’t I?” When you nod, Jeonghan sits beside you reaching for your drink, taking a sip of the coffee with a pleased sound even as you stare at him in disbelief.  
“What? What is that look for? Couples share drinks, darling.” Jeonghan watches you shake your head, your head lowering trying to hide an amused smile giving him time to take out the small bag removing the box. “Mm, Y/N?” Hearing your name you think Jeonghan wants you to take your drink back but when you go to reach for it you find a velvet box in his hand instead, making you lose not only your train of thought but also your breath. 
Sensing your panic, Jeonghan scoots closer taking your left hand a laugh under his breath. “Don’t make it a big deal. You might hate it anyway…” You doubted it very much but yet you couldn’t find the words to come up with a witty comeback while you watched him open the box. Your eyes move over the ring, a pear shaped diamond, the band containing more small diamonds that caught the sun in an almost blinding way. 
“I mean, if you really do hate it…the lady said I could exchange it within 48 hours–” Without thinking you move your left hand from his once the ring was settled in place to place your palm against Jeonghan’s cheek. Your lips brush against his gently taking his breath away this time. When it clicks what you’ve done, the apologies start under your breath but Jeonghan laughs, shaking his head. 
“Why are you sorry? Couples kiss, especially engaged ones.” All you could think was there was no one here to watch the two of you kiss. There was no reason for you to have done it but his lips were back on yours, his hand pulling you closer by the back of your neck deepening the kiss further. You feel your chest tightening knowing you should pull away and remind both of you that this wasn’t real but it felt too nice to just give into the moment. 
Jeonghan smiles against your lips when you don’t pull away. His stomach flips with excitement because though he knows he should pull away he doesn’t want to. He had found himself wanting to get closer to you before this entire trip and situation but he had never known how to approach it. He had been afraid to ruin what to him seemed like the perfect friendship. 
When Jeonghan’s tongue glides along yours for the first time, that is when your brain fires off a panic, a small whine slipping from your lips. Jeonghan sighs against your lips leaning his forehead against yours nodding. “Sorry…that was too much.” You wanted to tell him it wasn’t, that you were just afraid of what this all meant or what it could mean but instead you only nod. 
“I promised your mom we would be back in time for dinner. I need to keep that promise.” 
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You found yourself surprised how with even the weight of an expensive ring on your finger, your mother fawning over you, Jeonghan caused your nerves to calm with a single look. Dinner was much more simple with less family over though you knew that wouldn’t last in the days to come. More family would be back for dinners and holiday celebrations but you could take what calm you could get. Especially if that meant time away from your aunt and cousin. 
After dinner Jeonghan had been able to help you slip away without much trouble using his charm, something you were actually beginning to enjoy. Maybe you could get used to being around him more. No, that wasn’t a thought you needed in your mind, no matter how easy he was making this. 
Watching him from the bed you find yourself smiling to yourself before you remember the bag you had brought home from the shopping trip now sitting in the arm chair in the corner of the room. “Oh! Jeonghan, I almost forgot.” Your voice is almost unexpected, especially with how excited you sounded saying his name, Jeonghan jumps slightly laughing under his breath when he turns to watch you crawling over the bed, your shirt riding up your legs. 
Jeonghan finds himself sucking in a breath to suppress a soft groan to the image, the look of your thighs on display like this was not something he had thought he would see but he had often imagined them. “What…uh, what did you forget?” You glance over at his stuttered words, a smile on your lips when you drag the large bag on to the bed and pat next to it for him to join you. 
“I bought you a present, ya know…since I owe you for all of this.” Moving towards the bed Jeonghan takes a breath, trying to keep his eyes from your legs and instead on your face and the bag once you start to take out the art supplies making his heart melt. “You didn’t seem to bring any. You are always painting back home…I thought you might miss it while we are here. I don’t think they aren’t like fantastic , but it’s something to play with.” 
Sitting on the bed Jeonghan takes the brushes from your hands letting his fingers slip over yours making you shiver slightly. You meet his eyes briefly before clearing your throat returning to your task taking out a few different sized canvases, some tubes of paint, and pencils. “I know there are more things you use, and normally you’d choose oil but the lady at the store said for travel, gouache would be easier for little projects.” 
You really had thought about everything, Jeonghan smiled shaking his head taking a tube of the paint into his hands looking it over. “This is wonderful, babe. Thank you…seriously.” Your stomach tightens at the pet name and how it flows off his lips even with no one watching the two of you. When you reply with a meek, “You’re welcome” Jeonghan looks up with a laugh tilting his head. “Are you okay?” 
Nodding you move from your knees to pull at your nightshirt trying to cover your skin once again. “Uh yeah, no I’m fine. Just a little tired…we had a busy day.” Jeonghan’s eyes fall on your hands fussing with the front of your shirt much like your mom seemed to do with her dresses or shirt when she was lost in thought. A smile on his lips even when he nods moving to stand moving the art supplies from the bed sitting them to the side. 
“Then we should call it a night. Tomorrow is going to be another busy day, or evening I suppose. Your dad was telling me that the family is coming back over for dinner.” You nod moving under the covers, your heart beating fast while you watch Jeonghan move around the bed. His eyes catching yours and how nervous you clearly were. 
“I promise I’ll be a good boy. I’ll keep my hands to myself and everything.” You couldn’t help but to laugh at Jeonghan’s words, feeling the bed sink down very slightly under his weight. A small happy sigh leaving his lips at the difference between the floor and the hard floor hitting him like a train. “God, your bed is comfortable.” 
You feel a bit of guilt watching him turn on his side, his face nuzzling into the pillow making you smile slightly when he allows himself to get comfortable. You knew this had to be better than the floor, you couldn’t imagine how much his back must hurt with just a blanket to lay on. “I’m sorry Jeonghan.” 
A sound of tired confusion leaves his lips, Jeonghan’s eyes opening to look at you laying on your side looking at him. The sight of you like this once again taking his breath away more than he had anticipated. “Why are you sorry?” He watches you shrug slightly clearly thinking too hard with how your brows pinch together. 
“I shouldn’t have made you sleep on the floor in the first place. We are both adults, that was incredibly childish of me. I just…get more nervous around you than I probably should.” Jeonghan grins, his brow raising in curiosity. He wanted to press you and get to the bottom of why you were nervous around him but he felt like he already knew the answer, he just wished you’d say it. “Mm, well don’t be so worried about things. They say things happen for a reason right?” 
Rolling your eyes, you laugh and turn on your back causing Jeonghan to stifle his own laugh by biting his lips. God you were so pretty even in a dark room, he had you in a bed and all he wanted to do was kiss you again but he had made a promise. “Goodnight Jeonghan.” Your voice cuts through the silence and his thoughts, Jeonghan makes a sound nodding his head a soft, “Goodnight” muttered into the night. 
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Jeonghan had woken up in the bed alone, he had been a bit sad about that but he wasn’t upset about how much better his back felt. He could hear the sounds of your family downstairs but he also knew there was no rush to go down. He wanted to give you time with them alone, he owed that to you. He had been on your heels almost the entire time since the two of you had walked in the front door. 
Taking his time, Jeonghan took out the bag of art supplies you had gotten for him, unwrapping each one with extreme care. A smile on his lips while he balanced his phone on his shoulder letting it ring while he waited for Joshua Hong to pick up on the other end. It had been a few days since he had really talked to any of his other friends, including his best friend, and a lot had happened. 
“Realize there is a time difference you, asshole.” Jeonghan laughs hearing the tired voice of his best friend, shrugging while he shifts in the floor using one of the smallest canvases as a paint pallet to hold a few different colors while he balances a larger canvas against his leg. “Morning to you too, Sunshine. I need to talk to you so get your ass up, it’s not that early. You are just lazy.” 
Joshua groans, lifting his phone from his ear making a face realizing that Jeonghan was right. It was early morning but it wasn’t so early he could make too much of an argument. “I’m not lazy, I was out late having fun. You remember what that is like? Going out trying to get laid? Instead of playing boyfriend?” 
Jeonghan rolls his eyes, his focus split between the painting he was working on and the teasing coming from the phone. “I’m playing fiancé actually…” Hearing this development Joshua sits up in his bed rubbing his eyes as if that would change what he had heard. “Pardon me? Who’s fucking idea was that?” 
“Uh, mine actually. It was kind of an accident. Well not really but I’m not sure how to explain it. I was annoyed with her cousin. She’s such a bitch, trying to make Y/N feel like shit. I was tired of it so I just kinda said we were already engaged.” Jeonghan scoffed, hearing the laugh from the phone while Joshua tried to process what he had just been told. 
Adjusting the phone on his shoulder, Jeonghan lifts his hand holding the paintbrush, accidentally smearing the blue paint on his cheek. “Did you tell her that you’re in love with her too during this accidental proposal?” Joshua’s words strung but Jeonghan scoffed again, rinsing his brush out more vigorously than necessary. 
“I’m not in love with her, it was a crush…and I’m helping a friend. Don’t make this something awkward.” Hearing the sounds of painting, something Joshua was very accustomed to being friends with Jeonghan for so long, he raised a brow leaning forward on his bed. “Okay, did you take painting things with you on this trip? Because that is lame as fuck. Spend time with your girlfriend, I’m sorry your fiancée. And two, sure friends travel across the country to help each other and propose on accident all the time.” 
When yet another scoff slips from his mouth, Jeonghan sits up looking at his works thus far before dipping into the yellow paint making a face at Joshua’s words. “No, I didn't travel with painting supplies. Y/N bought me some yesterday, when I was buying her a ring actually. As for traveling across the country, all that bullshit you just said, I’d do it for you so yes for friends, I’d do a lot.” 
Joshua laughs in disbelief hearing that Jeonghan had bought you a ring but his words make his laugh fall short. “Ugh, I’d rather you didn’t. You seem perfectly happy in your relationship Hannie.” The cutesy version of Jeonghan’s name coming out of Joshua’s mouth like a taunt. “Are you that jealous, Shua? Did you want me to propose to you by accident first?” 
Jeonghan laughs hearing Joshua’s complaints about how stupid he is and how he’s stuck his foot in it this time. “Yeah…I fucking know, but I’ll figure it out. Honestly it’s not bad, I…nevermind.” Joshua smirks a bit when Jeonghan stops himself from admitting anything though he wasn’t an idiot. He had known for a long time how Jeonghan felt about you even if Jeonghan himself was too afraid to admit it. 
“Right, well you two enjoy the honeymoon and call me later.” Jeonghan wanted to come back with some witty comeback, something to make Joshua eat his words but the sound of the door opening behind him caused him to stop. “Uh yeah we will and I’ll do that. See ya.” 
You smile seeing Jeonghan sitting in the middle of the floor, paint on his cheeks, nose, and neck. It made you happy to see him using the supplies because you knew how important it was to him. Jeonghan watches your eyes move over him and then the painting, the sound of the door closing behind you when you step further into the room. 
“It’s so pretty Jeonghan. I was afraid I hadn’t gotten you enough colors to really make anything. I should have known you could make pretty much anything look good.” Jeonghan grins a bit shyly at your attention especially after his conversation with Joshua. You watch as he scratches the back of his neck only managing to smear more paint on to his skin causing you to laugh. 
“Jeonghan, baby…you have paint all over you.” Raising a brow, Jeonghan feels his cheeks burn hearing you call him a pet name for the first time. Even if you were using it to tease him slightly. Leaning down you use your fingers to push at the paint on his cheek, your eyes meeting his making you shy now. The look of adoration in his eyes before he lifts his brush pushing it against your jaw playfully. 
“Now you do too.” Jeonghan watches you gasp softly the feeling of the cold paint on your skin, he drags the brush along your neck raising his brow when you don’t pull away automatically. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat when Jeonghan puts the brush to the side reaching up to smear the paint along your skin with his thumb, a small laugh on his lips. 
“I really want to kiss you.” Your hand slides to his forearm, your fingers pressing against his skin making Jeonghan take a breath, his eyes moving across your face landing on your lips when you finally speak. “No one is here to see it.” You watch a smile spread across his face, Jeonghan shakes his head leaning up to close the space speaking against your lips. “I know.” 
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Your mother seemed to notice a difference between you and Jeonghan. How he would reach out to hold your hand, lean over to kiss your cheek more often, and mostly how you couldn’t stop looking at him. She hadn’t doubted your affection for the man before but now it was so clear to see that she had to keep herself from staring at the two of you the entire dinner. 
On the other side of the table, Patricia had only shown up with her mother. Liam had been called away on business, which seemed to be a usual occurrence for him. You had to admit you felt bad for her though at the moment you couldn’t find yourself caring that much especially when she was still doing her best to try to ruin your “moment”. 
“The ring is cute, a bit small. The clarity seems a bit lackluster. You know Liam went to New York to get mine…” Jeonghan laughs softly against your shoulder before pressing a kiss to it. You can hear him barely mutter, “this bitch is getting on my last nerve” before he glances over to your cousin with a sigh. “New York you say? That’s fascinating, Trish.” 
She watches as Jeonghan slides his hand delicately along yours, the ring catching the light, nothing wrong with it at all, in fact if put beside hers there was much left to be desired in comparison. Jeonghan had clearly put thought into your ring, not only to make sure it was nice but also about how it would look on your finger. “Not to brag but there’s nothing but clarity to this ring. It’s a French cut pavé diamond, 4.28 carats to be exact, vvs clarity grade. What did you say yours was again?” 
Having not expected Jeonghan to have all the details of your ring and for it to be that nice, Patricia simply mutters her first name trying to remind him not to shorten it once again but Jeonghan smiles leaning to kiss your cheek again. “Anyway, the most important thing is how beautiful it looks on Y/N. I just wanted something that could come close to matching how stunning she is.” 
You hear Patricia scoff then her mother’s hushed voice telling her to calm down. Your eyes finding your mother’s amused glance before she lowers her own trying not to laugh. Jeonghan grins against your hair muttering his apologies for taking it too far only to feel you shake your head. “Don’t apologize. I’ve never seen her crumble so fast. She’s furious. Thank you for letting me feel like I’m special for once.” 
Jeonghan’s smile fades slightly, lifting his hand to brush his knuckles against your cheek. All he could think was how much of a shame it was that you had to only feel that now. “I’ll try to make sure you feel like this more often, darling.”  
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You listened to the sound of the shower running from the bed, a book on your lap though you hadn’t read a single word. Your eyes looking over the diamond on your hand remembering all that Jeonghan had said about it and you the past few days. All that had happened the past few days. It felt like a whirlwind and as if you had been watching a movie. Like you were watching your life from the outside in. 
Furrowing your brows, you sigh leaning your head back against the headboard not really noticing the sound of the shower cutting off or the sound of the door creaking open. Jeonghan watches you, shorts low on his hips, his chest still damp, a towel in his hand lifting it to his blonde hair to push it through catching some falling droplets. 
You once again were taking away his breath by doing nothing. You had said you were going to read after your own shower. He hadn’t wanted to disturb you, give you some time to yourself, but now here you were, the book on your lap, but you were running your fingertips over your ring. It made Jeonghan’s chest tighten, his heart beat faster. 
Jeonghan tosses the towel gently into the hamper, his eyes finding his now dried painting, a woman draped across a bed, she looked suspiciously like you but you hadn’t commented on it. His lips turned up in a slight smile when you made a sound of acknowledgement realizing he was in the room with you once again. 
Your eyes travel over his bare back, the light from the lamps catching some stray water he hadn’t caught with his towel that made you want to run your hands over his skin to push it away, but you didn’t dare move or speak. Jeonghan turned back towards the bed, his eyes much less shy than they had been before when it came to you in this room. 
He let them skirt over your leg on the outside of the comforter, up to the nightgown you had chosen to wear tonight instead of an old loose shirt. A smile pushing up at the corner of his lips when he walked around the bed crawling on to it to take the book off your lap closing it even when you start to complain. “You weren’t even reading it.” 
“I might have been…besides, why did you take it?” You were asking silly questions and you both knew that. Jeonghan’s hand slides along your side causing your brows to furrow, your body instinctively sliding down in the bed slightly. “Jeonghan…we can’t. This isn’t real, it will ruin our friendship.” 
Jeonghan furrows his brows, shaking his head, he would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do. Stopping, his hand resting over your hips, Jeonghan glances up letting his nose brush against your, his wet hair dripping still on to your skin. “We can but if you don’t want this, just say it. I’m tired of pretending. You say it isn’t real?” 
A whine escapes your lips, your hips lifting towards him, your hand gripping his forearm as if you are trying to keep him from moving from you. His words biting into you, his lips hovering centimeters from yours for the taking. When you press your lips to his, Jeonghan takes that as his signal to continue, his leg moving between yours while his tongue slips into your mouth with a small groan. 
You barely realize you are whining when Jeonghan pulls back, a smile on his lips while he shakes his head. “It feels pretty fucking real to me baby.” You didn’t speak because you weren’t sure you could trust yourself not to give away too much. The feeling of how you should run is so present and yet all you could do was pull him back to your waiting mouth. 
Jeonghan hisses against your lips when you lift your hips brushing your leg against his now hard cock pressing against his shorts. His forehead resting against yours, Jeonghan’s hand drags your nightgown upwards exposing more of your skin to him. His eyes follow his hand only for him to groan your name when he sees some of the lace on your skin that he had teased you about at the beginning of the trip. 
“God you are so fucking pretty. Can I take this off?” You nod, your eyes closed tightly, almost afraid to look at Jeonghan. You feel his mouth against your neck causing you to moan his name while his hands pull at the silk, his thumbs grazing your soft skin. Jeonghan only leans back when he has to pull the gown over your head causing him to gasp out a groan seeing you like this for the first time. 
When you whimper out his name in a soft moan feeling the air on your breast, your nipples hardening, Jeonghan smirks slightly leaning you back on the bed. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me…please?” You arch your back pushing your breast towards his touch, his slender fingers tracing your nipples until you finally do open your eyes meeting his waiting gaze. “I’m gonna love you if you’ll let me.” 
His words cause your skin to burn, Jeonghan can feel how warm you become, your thighs closing around his leg making him smile. “Please?” One word, a soft beg slipping out of your lips is almost enough to drive Jeonghan crazy. He wasn’t sure he’d ever make you beg, no matter how pretty you sounded doing it. He wanted to give you everything. 
The feeling of your fingers running through his damp hair, the tug of the ring causes Jeonghan to groan, his lips pressing to the top of your chest before he works his way lower. His eyes glancing up at you at every small sound falling from your lips. When his tongue laps around your nipple, you lift your hand to bite at the meat of your thumb, a groan from his mouth causing a vibration to radiate through your skin. 
Jeonghan lifts his head to take a breath, shaking his head to the sight in front of him. The way your chest was rising and falling, the way your lips looked around your hand. Your eyes had closed again but Jeonghan knew you could feel where he was and where he was going. You whine out when you feel his mouth near your belly button, his fingers twisting the band of your panties around them slowly working them down your hips. 
It had been so long since you had been with anyone, and even longer since anyone had taken the time to really appreciate you like Jeonghan was. His soft lips brushing over every inch of your stomach and hips while he helped you lift your hips, pulling the lace along your legs. You open your eyes again when you feel him sit up, hearing him groan and mutter under his breath. 
Jeonghan runs his hand over his mouth, dropping your panties behind him with the other. “I know I wanted to see you in the lace but this is so much better. Holy fuck, baby…” You start to speak though you aren’t sure what you were even going to say when you feel Jeonghan’s hand run along your inner thigh towards your center. 
You were so wet, Jeonghan could see that but he had to feel it, taste you. Watching Jeonghan move on the bed, you whine at the loss of him but it’s quickly replaced with wonder while you watch him take off his shorts allowing you to see him for the first time. Jeonghan watches you swallow hard, a bit of pride taking over him. While he knew he wasn’t the biggest in the world, he didn’t have any reason to complain. 
Watching him run his hand over his cock, you slowly let your eyes move back to his finding him watching you so intently. Jeonghan moves towards the chair where his jeans lay discarded to take out his wallet and a single condom making you laugh for the first time in a while. “Hey, it’s not funny. I’m just prepared…” 
Jeonghan tosses the silver square onto the bed near you before he is moving back towards you himself. You reach out to touch him, your hands running over his shoulders causing Jeonghan to shiver, a smile on his lips when they press to skin once again. Feeling his fingers brush between your legs, you gasp in slight surprise arching off the bed. “Are you okay?” 
Nodding you meet Jeonghan’s eyes, a smile on your lips, his fingers resting against your thigh just to make sure. “I..yeah, it’s just been a long time and I am nervous.” Jeonghan smiles, nodding in understanding. His lips meet yours gently so he can mutter against them between kisses. “I’ve got you. I’d never hurt you, you just tell me if you want me to stop or if you really like something.” 
Jeonghan’s lips claim yours even while you nod, his fingers creating a v to rub along your wet folds separating them causing you to pull back from the kiss leaning your head back. Given access to your neck, he doesn’t waste the opportunity to explore your skin there, his tongue gliding along your skin up to your ear while his middle finger circles your entrance. 
When Jeonghan feels your nails press into his skin, he takes that as you having had enough of his teasing, you moan so sweetly to the feeling of his finger pushing into you that his cock twitches. Your brain is on fire with feeling overwhelmed and aroused when Jeonghan’s shaft rubs against your thigh, his pre-cum smearing across your skin you can’t help but to reach between your bodies to wrap your fingers around him letting him slowly thrust into your hand. 
With a choke groan against your throat, Jeonghan brows furrow tightly to your touch. The way your soft hand feels around his cock, if it were possible to be any harder he was sure he would have been in that moment. Your warm breath against the side of his head, Jeonghan has to reach to take your hand from him afraid you will cause him to cum too soon. “Too good baby, fuck. Scoot down in bed for me?” 
You nod and Jeonghan slides back helping you to move further down into the bed, his hands sliding along your legs to push them apart so he can slide between them. “God there is so much I want to do with you.” His words cause you to shiver, his hair beginning to air dry tickling your skin while he works kisses back down your body. Jeonghan’s right hand moving to pull your calf onto his shoulder, his eyes meeting you once more before you feel his tongue run along your slit. 
“Fuck, Jeonghan…” The words were so soft, a whine on your breath, Jeonghan felt like his head was floating hearing you whining for him. The taste of you on his tongue driving him to push his face in closer to you using his free hand to separate your folds giving him access to your clit. When his lips wrap around it, a tiny bit of pressure as he sucks, you squirm trying to close your thighs but find it impossible without squeezing his head between your legs. 
Jeonghan grins against your pussy, groans of appreciation, muttering how fucking good you are when he presses his finger back into you, making you gasp his name. Your fingers digging into the bedding under you and his hair between your legs, pulling just enough to make him groan a bit louder. “Gonna…oh god…”
You were doing your best to stay quiet, Jeonghan didn’t know why that was turning him on even more, spurring him on to push you harder in a way. But when he knows you are about to cum for the first time, Jeonghan groans, nodding against you, adding a second finger feeling you stretch around them right before the coil snaps causing you to gasp out the most erotic sound he had ever experienced. 
Your fingers shaking against his scalp from how intense your first orgasm felt, you only loosen your grip when Jeonghan moves to slide up your body, his lips finding yours again. You moan to the taste of yourself on his lips. His hand moving to grab the condom on the bed, you only feel him part from you again for a moment so he can open it and roll it down his length before he is back between your legs. 
“You’re perfect, did you know that?” His words cause you to look away, turning your face even as you feel his hand move between your legs, the head of his cock lining up with you. Jeonghan’s free hand moves to your chin turning your face back towards him, a groan on his breath when he pushes into you, “Look at me, please, baby? I wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck you.” 
The words didn’t cause your skin to burn any less, you wanted to look away but found it impossible when you met his eyes, your lips parting in a silent moan to the feeling of his cock stretching you as he thrusts in fully. “Oh my god…” Jeonghan moves his hand to run his thumb along your bottom lip, his hips getting into a rhythm when you wrap your leg around his hip allowing him to go deeper and harder. 
“Feel so good, God…I’ve wanted this for so long. Such a fucking idiot for waiting this long.” The words are spoken on a groan, Jeonghan’s forehead resting against yours. His breath becomes shallow with each thrust and how your body pulls him back into you. “Fuck, Y/N…I love you. I should have told you that before this too.” You close your eyes, feeling tears gathering on the rim of your eyes, you weren’t sure what he wanted you to say. Especially right now, in this situation, he was just lost in the moment. 
Lifting your hand you push it against his cheek, lifting your head to meet his lips in an attempt to make him stop talking, which seems to work. Jeonghan groans into your mouth, feeling you tightening around him, your walls quivering as you get close to another orgasm just as quickly as he was approaching his own. He wanted to keep telling you how he felt because it felt like the right time but your kiss was just too sweet, the way your bodies were fitting together was too perfect. 
You whine on his lips falling back over that edge, your nails raking across his back causing him to hiss into the kiss. Jeonghan buries his face in the crook of your neck, his thrusts becoming more erratic and shallow but with one last hard, deep thrust you feel the warmth of him spilling into the condom. His hot breath causes chill bumps to spread across your skin, your fingers running through his hair at the back of his neck while he comes down from his climax. 
After a few moments, Jeonghan pulls from you and slides from the bed taking care of the condom heading into the bathroom where you hear the sound of running water. You run your hand over your face, contemplating how many mistakes you had just made. Tears finally slip from your eyes when his words echo through your head once again, “I love you. I should have told you that before.” 
“It isn’t even real.” You mutter to yourself running your hand over your face pushing the tears away. 
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Jeonghan could tell you were putting on an act with him, more so than you had before. A frown on his face when you pulled away from a kiss to your cheek even in front of your family, Jeonghan sighed, reaching to take your hand. You let him slide his fingers along yours but you avoid his gaze until he says your name and he can see the sadness in your eyes. 
“Baby, are you okay?” No one was close enough to hear the two of you speaking but it was still good out in the open to keep up the act you supposed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why Jeonghan?” You watch him furrow his brows leaning back some to look at you a bit more. “You have been acting strange since this morning. Is this about last night? Do you regret it?” 
When you look away, Jeonghan feels his heart sink slightly. You did regret it, you didn’t even have to say it. “Uh, well fuck. Okay…well I don’t. I meant everything I said.” You scoff barely meeting his eyes, how could he say that when you knew the type of person Jeonghan was. He and Joshua would go out every weekend, sometimes even more during the week to pick up girls to get laid so how was this not just another exploit for him or just the feelings of the week getting to his head. 
“No you didn’t Jeonghan, and that’s okay. I don’t blame you for that. None of this is real…one more day of this and you will be free to get your head clear of me.” You lift your hand knowing people were starting to watch you, pushing your thumb along his cheek trying to hide his disappointment. 
“It’s real, Y/N. Why do you get to say it isn’t?” Shaking your head, you knew this wasn’t the place for this conversation. You weren’t having this conversation when he was drunk on an idea. Standing you take your hand from him and put on a fake smile. “Because I’m a realist.” 
Your mom followed you when you walked away from Jeonghan as if she could sense the tension. Jeonghan stayed where he was for a few moments longer, shaking his head before heading outside to clear his head. You were wrong, you were fighting against your own feelings for some reason that Jeonghan couldn’t understand. 
He had never been this vulnerable with someone in his life. You literally had his heart in your hands and he wasn’t sure what you were going to do with it. 
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The next day the both of you had different motives. You were trying to act like you were the happy engaged woman you were supposed to be while Jeonghan had to act like he wasn’t trying to figure you out. In the bedroom you were even more distant. Barely willing to speak to him other than to discuss flight details, and how you were sorry for putting him through this. 
Jeonghan wasn’t sure how many different ways he could explain to you that there was nowhere else he would want to be. He wanted to reach inside of your head and shake your brain to make you see things for how they were and not like you were seeing them. Instead he relied on being kind and gentle with you simply reminding you that this was real and how much he cared about you. 
The day of your flight, Jeonghan watched you hug your mom and dad, his heart sad at having to leave knowing you were sad doing the same. There was so much love in the house when it was just your immediate family and he could understand why he had fallen in love with you so easily so long ago and how it had been so easy to admit it to you now. 
Leaning down to hug your mom, Jeonghan laughs at her kind goodbye and requests for him to help you keep in better touch with your family. “I will do my best. She’s pretty stubborn when she wants to be.” Your mom laughs, her eyes full of love when she meets Jeonghan’s eyes reaching up to pat his cheek. “Yes she is, you will have your hands full, dear.” That much he knew, but it’s all he wanted, that opportunity to be the person who shared that with you now. 
Getting into the car after helping you in, Jeonghan glances over to you frowning when you turn your head in order to avoid his gaze. “Y/N, can we please talk about this? We are going to be stuck on a plane for hours, you can’t just avoid talking and looking at me for 5 hours.” You could, you think to yourself but you knew you were being unfair to Jeonghan. 
Your fingers play with the ring on your finger while the car heads down the highway towards the airport, your eyes finally looking up to meet Jeonghan’s. “I’m sorry, I know I’ve been awful the past couple of days. I did warn you that what happened might hurt our friendship. You are a wonderful man…I feel like I took advantage of you this entire time.” 
Jeonghan shakes his head, starting to speak when you reach over to take his hands, placing something metal into his palm. He didn’t need to look down to know what you had put there, he felt his heart sink, tears threatening his eyes but he kept them at bay nodding. “I wanted you to keep it. You didn’t take advantage of anything and I don’t think anything hurt us. I’ve told you, this is real. It’s real for me.” 
Shaking your head you glance back out of the window while Jeonghan looks down at the diamond ring in his hand. “You just feel that way right now. You are too close to me, once you get some time away from me…you will realize we both just got a little caught up in it all.” 
He wanted to argue with you but the lump in his throat wouldn’t allow it. Instead Jeonghan remained silent, his fingers playing with the ring until the car pulled up outside of the airport. He put it into his pocket and helped the driver to take out the bags letting you take yours when you requested it. Jeonghan’s eyes fixed on yours the entire way through security and while you waited for your flight. 
He hadn’t taken the ring back out until the plane was in the air. You had fallen asleep, your head unknown to you resting against his shoulder, Jeonghan let the light from the window catch the diamond to make patterns on the seat in front of him. He felt sick with all the things he wanted to change, all the things he wanted to say. How could he make you understand? 
By the time the plane was landing, Jeonghan reached to run his hand over your cheek, waking you up gently with the ring tucked back in his pocket. You could tell something was different about him but you weren’t willing to ask, afraid you would break his resolve or your own. “Sorry…” You mutter realizing you had been leaning against Jeonghan who shrugs only offering you a smile. 
“You didn’t bother me, I’m just glad you got some rest.” He was too kind, you could still sense the sarcastic man under the layers but there was this new wall built. Nodding, you clear your throat glancing away, your thumb subconsciously playing with your ring finger, missing the feeling and weight of the ring on your hand. 
Jeonghan helped you with your bag and with making your way to the front of the airport where the two of you had agreed to part ways after the trip. Watching you closely, Jeonghan sighs when you start to speak but end up stopping yourself several times causing him to speak instead. 
“Y/N, don’t say anything until I finish. Can you do that much for me?” You nod, tears already prickling your eyes. The urge to turn and run causes your feet to ache but you manage to stay still with your eyes on Jeonghan. “You say it isn’t real, that what happened wasn’t supposed to happen. I disagree, because to me this is, or was very real. I’ve been in love with you for years but I was too stupid and prideful to say anything. I guess that’s what got me in this mess right now. So I can’t really blame you for reacting like you are.” 
Jeonghan feels his stomach turning when tears build in your eyes, he hadn’t meant to make you cry but he had to finish what he was saying. “But I can’t make you love me back, I told you’d I’d never hurt you and I’d never make you do something you didn’t want to do.” Standing your ground, even as Jeonghan moves forward you let out a small whimper when he takes your hand and you feel the cold metal in your palm. 
“I bought it for you for a reason.” Your eyes close when Jeonghan leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, you feel a slight wet feeling to his cheek when he turns to walk away. Your eyes open when the panic starts to set in, your gaze dropping to the ring in your hand feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds. 
“Wait….” Your voice is so quiet you barely hear it yourself but when you say it again and yell his name dropping your bag, Jeonghan turns around surprised to find you running towards him. His own bag hitting the ground he is ready to catch you, his arms wrapping around you, his lips meeting yours. 
Jeonghan lifts his hands running his thumbs along your cheeks between kisses trying to push away your tears whispering, “Shh, it’s okay baby…I know.” You shake your head reaching up to grab his wrists pulling his hands down, he can feel the ring back on your finger when he meets your eyes again hearing what his heart had been longing for for years. 
“It’s real for me too. I love you too. I’m sorry. It’s real…” 
Jeonghan smiles, nodding his forehead resting against yours while he tries to calm you down, his mutters echoing your own. Joshua watches from his car, leaning against the driver’s side with a sigh at the sight muttering to himself, “Bout damn time…glad I cleaned out my backseat. Told him I’d be taking them both home.” 
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Warnings | yandere!gojo, mentions of su!c!de, au where geto didn't defect and no one is dead (riko is living it up as a teacher along with haibara, and nanami is ok too), reader is referred to as "y/n" and with she/her pronouns.
Summary | Gojo thinks of you fondly, and often. Yandere ! Gojo x Female ! Reader
Y/n likes those a lot, he muses to himself when he notices an antique shop. His eyes scanning the old objects that decorated the store's front window. Bet y/n would love to come here...
Gojo Satoru didn't allow himself to dwell on the thought as he noticed Geto waiting for him down the street. The man waving his hand to Gojo.
"Yo, Satoru. What took you so long?"
"This and that," he said with a smile and a teasing tone. His head turning back slightly to gaze at the antique shop again before returning his attention to his friend, "anyway, where is everyone else? Usually I'm the late one."
"They're all already at the diner, i was just the nice one and decided to wait for you here, you dumbass."
Gojo hummed lightly, "y/n there too?"
Geto didn't miss a beat, "she couldn't make it."
Gojo sighed, "she is always canceling. Bet those higher ups are making her go on yet another hard mission."
Geto shrugged, "you know how it is, but she always makes it back," he gave Gojo a side-long look, his eyes softening slightly.
The night waned on when the two finally made it to the diner, and everyone could tell that even though Gojo was with them, he wasn't really there. His mind was elsewhere. Thinking of someone. Thinking of y/n.
The day she died was a long time ago.
She was a jujutsu sorcerer, and they all had just graduated from Jujutsu Tech. She even became a teacher, too.
No one saw it coming, though. When she died, that is. And she didn't die by some cursed spirit. In fact, she ... she killed herself. No one knows why either. She didn't leave a note, there weren't any warning signs. She was just .. here one day and gone the next.
Everyone would say the same thing.
"She was a happy person."
"She couldn't have been depressed!"
"She had so much to live for!"
By the time that everyone was done and it time to go home, Gojo found himself waving to everyone and ambling on to his home. Feet treading against the ground as he walked.
It was so hard.
It was so hard keeping himself from smiling. Everyone thinks he's in denial about your death, but they couldn't be farther from the truth.
Because guess what?
You're very much alive and being kept very safe in his home. Locked away where only he can see you.
He thought about telling Suguru, but he thought better of it. Suguru wouldn't understand, he just knows it!
"I'm home~!"
The moment he opened the door, he immediately heard the soft padding of feet coming towards him. A smile cracked upon his perfect lips as he shut the door behind him, locked it, and then held his arms out.
And y/n flung herself right into his awaiting embrace, "You're home! What took so long?!"
There was also another small detail he was keeping hidden.
The day she supposedly "killed" herself was also a day that the higher ups sent her on a tough mission. The cursed spirit that she faced against hit her head pretty hard and gave her amnesia. The only thing she could remember was Gojo, who he was, and that she was dating him. She couldn't remember her own name or where she lived, and Gojo? He saw this as a perfect opportunity.
She was his, right for the taking.
It's been a few years since then and y/n hasn't remembered anything, and honestly Gojo wouldn't have it any other way.
"Sorry, sorry. My friends were holding me up. They were so insistent on eating out tonight."
"Can't I meet your friends some day?"
"Nope~"
And he left it at that because she knew better than to push him.
"Now, did you eat already?"
"Mmhm."
"Great! Let's get ready for bed then, I've been wanting to cuddle with you all day!"
"Ok! Can we watch that new movie you got too?"
"Anything for you~!"
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fluentmoviequoter · 3 months
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A New Kind of Fear
Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!wife!reader
Summary: When 20 David completes a raid with narcotics, they stumble upon a stalker. The unknown suspect has been watching you, and now Deacon must find him while dealing with the fear you've grown used to.
Warnings: canon typical action/danger, reader has a stalker but doesn't know, angst, fluff
Word Count: 2.1k+ words
A/N: This premise is kind of similar to the one in Worried for You but hopefully this is okay! I really liked the stalker idea and approaching the story with a focus on Deacon and his emotions!
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Everyone told you that marrying a SWAT officer would not be easy. Deacon himself told you the same thing. But he has watched you take every bump, bruise, and bullet in stride. Of course, you worry about him, but you support him, which makes you perfect for him. He lives a dangerous life at work, so when he comes home to you, he gets a chance to relax, breathe, and be with someone who loves him no matter how many scars he has or gives. When things get tough in the field, Deacon imagines you safe at home, ready to pull him into your arms and hold him together.
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“Narcotics will be ready to come in after we clear the house,” Hondo explains. “The house has two entrances, one front and one back, so we’ll have two breach teams. Front entry has a security gate, so we’ll pull it off with Black Betty then make entry at the same time. Get the house empty so narc can do their thing. Any questions?”
“When do we leave?” Luca jokes.
The breach goes well, and there’s only one suspect in the house. Street disarms the suspect and gets him outside as the entry teams finish clearing the house.
“Left side clear,” Tan calls.
“Kitchen clear,” Luca adds.
Hondo prepares to open the last door, examining the room quickly before lowering his gun. “Deacon,” he says, far too intense for anyone’s liking.
Deacon can tell by his stiff posture and the tone of his voice that something is wrong. He’s expecting drug mules or a false wall, but those would have been far better.
With wide eyes, Deacon steps into the room with Hondo close behind him.
“Narcotics is coming in,” Luca says as he approaches the door. “Whoa.”
The room is covered in pictures. All different places, different times, different days, different angles, some close, some far, but each features the same subject. You, Deacon Kay’s wife. Thousands of pictures of you are taped to the walls of the small bedroom. What bothers Deacon the most is that he isn’t in a single picture, which means whoever held the camera knew to avoid him.
“Was he in here?” Deacon asks Street.
 “No, our guy was in the living room,” Street answers nervously.
“I’m going to kill him,” Deacon seethes.
“Deacon,” Hondo begins.
“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Hondo,” he snaps. “That is my wife all over this lunatic’s wall. He’s been within feet of her, and I didn’t know!”
Deacon’s shoulders heave as he breathes, looking around the room with his hand on his gun.
“Deacon, we’ll find this guy. But narcotics needs to get in here,” Hondo says gently.
Deacon nods, pushing between Luca and Tan to return to Black Betty. His anger dissipates with each step. Now, he’s scared. Deacon Kay is a man who has grown unfamiliar with the sensation of fear. He desperately wants to go home, to stay glued to your side while someone else hunts this guy down and puts him in a hole where he’ll never see the light of day again. But the anger flares, and he wants to be the one to lead him to the darkness. As his emotions wage war within him, Deacon has to decide to tell you or to let you keep living until it’s over.
“He’s not okay,” Street points out.
“Imagine if it was your wife,” Luca replies. “He’s mad at himself is my guess.”
“Why?” Tan asks.
“Because he didn’t know,” Hondo answers as he walks by. “But we have to find this guy before Deacon decides to go after him alone."
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Deacon makes the hard decision not to tell you. He tries to convince himself it’s so that you don’t get scared, but he is dealing with enough fear for both of you. Sitting in the locker room for privacy, Deacon dials your number and waits to hear your voice. He has to force the idea of someone watching you out of his mind.
“Hey,” you answer. “I was starting to think you’d be at work all night.”
“Uh, yeah, about that. I actually do have to stay and probably won’t be home until tomorrow. I’m sorry.”
You hum before asking, “Is everything okay?”
He wants to tell you, but he’s terrified that if you know and it makes you act different, the stalker may find out that Deacon knows and go for you.
“Everything’s fine, just working with narcotics on a difficult case.” It’s not entirely a lie, at least.
“Alright, stay safe. I love you.”
Deacon closes his eyes and pictures your face, smile, hugs, and everything he can remember about you. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’m holding you to that, Kay.”
The line beeps, and Deacon sees the room of pictures again. His anger swells, and he has to do something, or the emotions will eat him alive. He changes into gym clothes and walks to one of the punching bags. His knuckles are pink and beginning to crack after a few minutes of intense anger management. Something in him wants to cry, but he forces it down, preferring to stick with the emotion that makes revenge seem so appealing.
“Deac,” Hondo calls. “We need to talk.”
Deacon begins punching again. “Then talk,” he says between an uppercut and a cross.
“You need to go home.”
“Not happening. Not tonight.”
“She can help.”
Deacon freezes, his hands in the guarding position as he turns to face Hondo. His hands drop to his sides as he cocks his head to the right.
“What?”
“She can help,” Hondo repeats slowly.
“How? You think she knows she’s being stalked and didn’t tell me?”
 “Not like that, Deac. You need help in something that she’s an expert in.”
“Which is?” Deacon presses, his patience already worn thin.
“Dealing with fear and worry. Being scared and desperate for answers that aren’t available to you right now. She’s a cop’s wife, Deac, she understands what you’re going through more than anyone else ever could.”
“It’s not the same, Hondo.”
“She sits at home, worried that you’re never coming home, so she calls the station. And you know what they tell her? Nothing; they say they don’t have information right now. Which is exactly the situation you’re in.”
“Someone has been watching my wife and I didn’t know, Hondo. I want to kill him, but I also want to see him rot in jail. He’s been within feet of my wife, and we don’t even know what he looks like. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it won’t work.”
“I get it, you’re scared, you’re-“
“Pissed?”
Hondo raises a hand to stop Deacon. “The emotions don’t help us if you take them out here, Deac. So, if you want to do something, find something for us to do. Don’t sit here in your own anger until something worse happens.”
Deacon looks down at his bruising knuckles and nods. “You’re right. I’ll see what I can find.”
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“The entire house is barricaded. Doors, windows, vents. This was meant to be in impenetrable fortress,” Deacon says. “But it’s not. There’s a weak spot. Right here, this red spot on the blueprint is a corner that hasn’t been reinforced. As far as we know, at least.”
“So, a single pull?” someone asks.
“Technically yes. But we’re going to try to distract him and do a triple pull. If we get lucky and one of the other pulls gets us in, we’ll make entry. But the plan is to send alpha team into this pull and get our guy.”
“Weapons?”
“None confirmed, no registered guns, but we don’t know, so operate under the assumption of yes.”
As the room clears and officers prepare to complete the breach operation and bring in a suspect, Hondo stops Deacon.
“Are you up for this?”
Deacon nods as he answers, “I won’t lie, I’m still angry and I’m a little scared about what we’ll find, but I need to be there Hondo.”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. If you want to rough him up a little, I won’t see anything.”
“If I could get away with it,” Deacon says, trailing off.
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Deacon is scared, angry, anxious, and confused, but also merciful and a good SWAT officer. When the window is pulled from the wall, bringing several stud posts down, Deacon leads the team into the house, clearing each room until they reach the living room. The man kneels in the middle of the room, his hands up in surrender.
“LAPD SWAT,” Deacon announces.
“I surrender.”
An officer reads him his rights as he’s handcuffed, staring directly ahead.
“Do you know who this woman is?” Hondo asks, showing him a picture.
The man glances at Deacon, which is all the answer he needs. Deacon hoists him to his feet, pushing him into the hallway and toward the front door. He pulls to the side slightly, steering the man into a corner.
“Oh, sorry ‘bout that, let’s watch those corners on the way through,” he says.
Deacon pushes the man into the back of a cruiser, glad he’s off the street but disappointed in the lack of immediate answers.
“Leverage,” the man whispers. “He wanted leverage. We were never gonna hurt her or nothing.”
“Leverage for what?” Deacon asks, bending into the open door. “And who is we, who are you working with?”
“Working for. He’ll kill me if I tell.”
“We can protect you if you tell us what you know and tell a jury what you know.”
The man whispers a name, and Deacon nods once before closing the door.
“We got one more,” he tells Hondo.
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“It’s political?” the DA clarifies.
“We all know that gentrification mumbo jumbo was a load of absolutely nothin’ meant to butter us up before the next election.”
“And what did the images have to do with this?”
“Oh, yeah, Mrs. Kay. Pretty lady. We needed her husband on our side or it would never work.”
“How long have you been stalking her?”
“’Bout nine months. Needed lots of leverage before a big voting year like this.”
“Why so many photos?”
“Like I said, lots of leverage.”
“Were you working with anyone else?”
“We’re a two-man show.”
“Last question for now. Did you ever intend to harm the woman in the photographs?”
“Not if everything went according to plan.”
Hondo lays a hand on Deacon’s shoulder as they watch through the two-way glass.
“I need to go home,” Deacon mutters.
“Good idea, man. Take a few days if you need to. But we got him so you can both rest easy tonight.”
“Should I tell her?”
“That, brother, is up to you.”
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You hear Deacon’s car and run to the front door, opening it with a big smile. Deacon pulls you against him, hugging you tightly as he closes the door.
“I’m sorry,” he says, pulling you impossibly closer as he sits with you in his arms.
“For what?”
“Worrying you all the time. Not realizing just how many emotions are involved with seeing someone you love in danger and not having answers,” Deacon lists off.
You pull back quickly, your wide eyes searching Deacon’s deep brown ones. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”
Deacon nods, his hands wandering around your waist and back. “Someone- uh, we raided a house with narcotics yesterday and found a room full of pictures.”
“A stalker?”
“Yeah, but the pictures were of you,” Deacon adds quietly.
“Oh,” you reply, pressing your hands gently against Deacon’s shoulders. “And what happened?”
“I got so mad and scared and anxious that I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to kill the guy but I also wanted to come home and never leave your side. It was confusing and there were no answers. Hondo talked to me last night and pointed out that’s exactly what you deal with all the time.”
You nod, encouraging Deacon to continue.
“We found the guy who took the pictures and the guy he was working for. It was a political scheme to get me to back their position.”
“And they were going to hurt me if you didn’t,” you deduce.
Deacon nods, pulling you closer again.
“Deac, I know how scary it can be to not know, and how easy it is to get angry when someone hurts or threatens to hurt the people closest to you. I’m not mad at you for not coming home, but I need you to talk to me about this stuff. I love you, Deac, and I’m here for you, stalker or not.”
“Too soon,” Deacon says, chuckling despite himself.
You push your fingers through his hair and lean your forehead against his. “Did you rough him up?”
“Pushed him into a corner.”
You smile knowingly and kiss him quickly. “Thank you, Deacon.”
“I love you,” he says, gripping your waist as he tips you back to kiss you.
“I love you,” you reply, meeting him halfway.
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johnwickb1tsch · 4 months
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Constantine x Reader x Wick Imagine
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🗡️Ahhhhhhhgrgh OK SO you used to date John Constantine, but he pushed you away and broke your heart when you accidentally said the L word. You move to New York, and now you're with John Wick, who is ever so good to you, but you don't ask what he gets up to in the wee hours of the night or why he comes home with bruised knuckles. It's old hat to you, considering who you used to date. Constantine happens to know, however, that Wick is a demon half breed, and its driving him insane thinking about you with him. He found out from one of his less than savory contacts, and its been eating at him ever since.
He confronts you in Central park, where you like to go on your lunch breaks to read. "Nice, y/n. I turn my back for two seconds and you're fucking a demon." "First of all, fuck off, Constantine. Second, what the fuck are you talking about? Third, what the fuck are you doing in New York?” “Your little boyfriend’s boss Tarasov is cooking up something wicked. Something that’s going to harvest a LOT of souls for his master.” That would be Lucifer Himself, of course. You roll your eyes, even if in the very back back room of your head, you wonder if he’s telling the truth. Could John Wick be a demon? The sex was amazing, but that didn't necessarily mean he was the Devil's minion? You had noticed though, out the corner of your eye, that sometimes his pupils seemed to have a fiery glow. And sometimes, when he came home all sweaty and hadn't showered yet, you'd get a weird whiff of sulfur. You'd always shrugged it off, but... “Sure he is.” Seeing Constantine hurts like a knife between the ribs. You'd loved him so much, and he was such an asshole to you. The fact that he’s come all this way trying to warn you should not inspire this kind of warmth in your heart. “Just stay away from me, Constantine.”
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😈Of course, he doesn’t. He never told you, but you're the only woman he's ever truly loved. You’re out with John Wick when Constantine strikes, trying to deport your [apparently?] demon boyfriend. Wick gets the drop on him though, and he’s about to finish the job before he hears you scream. He sees your face and knows it will hurt you irreparably if he kills Constantine. So he lets him go, throwing him across the darkened street into a building. You leave with Wick, and he takes you home. You have so many questions, but he refuses to answer them. He kisses you goodnight before he has to go out again, a sorrow in those soulful puppy dog eyes that breaks your heart. How is it possible that he’s a demon? He’s so good to you.
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♥Little do you know, John Wick never really had a choice. He was damned for something he didn't really have control over, and working for the Devil is way better than seething in the Pit. He's good at what he does, but his heart's never really been in it. You're the best thing that's ever happened to him.
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😇👹You were never really down with all this angels and demons shit. Constantine kept you insulated from it, and to be honest you're not really even a believer. It’s kind of why these guys are attracted to you, tbh. Being around you is like a little break from their lives. You’re a good person for the most part. You go about your day and do your best not to be a total piece of shit, and usually that works out, but you don’t get caught up in the whole Heaven! and Hell! thing. Though one time when you confessed to Constantine that you don’t believe in God, he’d bitterly said, “That doesn’t mean He doesn’t believe in you, the asshole.” For someone supposedly on God's side, Constantine never seemed to like Him much.
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🔥You follow Wick one night, desperate to know if Constantine was right. You get caught, because you are just human, and Tarasov decides you’ll make a perfect little sacrifice for the profane ritual they’re setting up. Constantine, of course, was following you. Before the knife can fall MAYEM ensues. SO MANY Demons get their asses deported, but you almost die anyway. In the end, Wick pulls a Selfless Act saving you, and he gets turned into a halfbreed angel instead.
😡Constantine is so fucking pissed off about this.
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🤷‍♀️You love them both and have no idea how you’re going to choose.
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agoodficforchii · 1 year
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M’lady
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Pairing: Alhaitham, Ayato, Diluc, Kazuha, Tighnari x Reader (Separately)
Summary: Cute little things they would do that are (extremely) romantic
Word Count: For all - 727, Around 120-180 for each
Warnings/Extra Notes: None (lmk if there's any!!)
Al Haitham:
See the thing is, I don’t think he’d be big on PDA so anything he does is lowkey
I feel like he would be the type to do small gestures like the sidewalk rule
(IF ANYONE DOES THAT TO ME I WOULD DROP ON ONE KNEE AND PROPOSE-)
It was one of the rarer days you got to spend with the scribe, deciding to venture out into the markets. The streets of Sumeru were always busy and it was easy to get lost. But since you were with Al Haitham that would now be impossible. He’d always pull you away from larger crowds and wait until a stall is less crowded. He’d also always have an eye on you and his hand was always ready to whisk you away. Like just now, when someone bumped into you and Alhaitham immediately pulled you to his side while throwing a glare at the person. After that he would position himself so he would be on the receiving end of any harm. 
“You should be more careful, you know?” him after calling you an idiot in his mind
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Ayato:
HE’S SUCH A TEASE
Look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn’t get on one knee and kiss the back of your hand. 
A cool breeze flew past you while you were waiting outside the Kamisato Estate. Just like any other day you were waiting for the head of the Kamisato Clan. And just like any other day Ayato walked up to you with a charming smile on his handsome face. Ayato believed you were nothing short of perfection and so he treated you like royalty. Taking your hand in his, he got on his knee and placed a gentle kiss on the back.
“How was your day my love?” he asked looking up at you smirking
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Diluc:
I can see him having drinks ready for both of you whenever he’s working at the tavern 
He knows you’ll visit him so he just has them ready
It was finally night in Mondstat, the time when you would clock out from your job and Diluc would clock into his. Like clockwork, you would visit him every night after your shift. Opening the door to the tavern you caught a glimpse of a familiar redhead behind the counter. Smiling, you approach the seat right in front of the man and patiently wait for him to turn towards you. After a short while Diluc turns around and faces you with two drinks in hand,
“Hello darling,” he’d say with a slight smile while handing you your drink.
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Kazuha:
He would write you poems!!
Yk how he sits on the arrow shooter thing on the Alcor? Yeah he would sit there at night and think about how amazing you are.
And then write you poems!
It was a calm and peaceful night. The perfect night to sit outside and enjoy the fresh air, especially if you’re on the Alcor. Kazuha was sitting out and thinking. Thinking about what? Why about you of course! About how pretty you look under the moonlight, how your sweet voice could calm anyone down, how anyone would fall in love with you if they met you. Unbeknownst to him, you had silently sat down next to him. You yourself were also thinking. About Kazuha of course! Finally, you let out a small chuckle to which Kazuha quickly snaps his head towards. His once wide eyes now turned to a soft stare once they landed on you. 
“Come here, I want to share a poem with you.” he would say, slightly dragging you towards him.
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Tighnari:
He’d give flowers nicknames after you
Like instead of calling a rose a rose he’d call it [Name] because he thinks you’re as pretty as a flower
Something cheesy like that.
He’d also give you a bunch of flowers whenever
You were out on a stroll in Gandharva Ville when you decided you’d drop by and visit Tighnari. Walking up to the small building you proceeded to knock twice before walking in. Tighnari immediately perked up at the sound and turned his attention towards you. Noticing it was you, he picked up a Qingxin flower on his desk and met you halfway. 
“What are you doing here? Did something happen?” he’d ask, tilting his head slightly while presenting the flower.
NOTE: I haven’t slept in days. But I wanted to get this out before I passed out sooo Also I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to pick out a flower to use in Tighnaris part like. I ended up with Qingxin because 1) I like xiao and 2) I googled it (which took way too long.) and it apparently means purity/pure heart/gentleness and I think Tighnari would think of you like that (or something similar). Also fluff because the angst hurt me <33
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sporesgalaxy · 2 months
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I know this is something u were probably asked before but as the guy that has a good relationship with art....how do you do that??? I mean I get that this question is vague but how do you not care if it looks bad? Do you just?? Keep on going till it looks like you want it to look? Despite the agonies? You seem like you enjoy talking abt this thats why im asking, dont feel the need to answer if u dont wanna
hmmmm. You know, I don't think about the agonies much these days. But it's not that I don't care. I guess I've become a freak who sees beauty in the agonies, sorta? It's kind of complicated! I will do my best to explain!
First of all, I know that I have the unfair advantage of having no ambition. I don't have a goal for my art besides making art when I feel like it. That makes it easy to be less judgemental-- I remember having a rockier relationship to my own art during the time when I thought I would make it my career.
This is why I like talking about my perspective, though!! I think it's important to try not to let yourself be consumed by self-criticism as an artist, even if self-criticism is necessary for you, and hopefully my carefree way of looking at things can help balance things out haha.
Anyways, ambition or not-- and I know how this sounds but bear with me-- art doesn't ever look bad.
(Barring ethically harmful art, ugh, I don't want to get into ethics so just-- surely you know what I mean!!!)
Art gets a lot less stressful if you can tell yourself that no art is bad, and remember the reasoning behind that until you really believe it. It isn't a fast process, but it's very worth the work.
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The truth is that art either looks how you want it to look, or it looks different from the way you want it to look, but both are ultimately neutral. You CAN make art that looks different from what you wanted, that you still feel pleased with.
When art looks different from how you wanted, the gut reaction you have is often to call it bad or get frustrated. And of course it's frustrating! Maybe you feel it's not as effective at communicating something as you'd hoped, or you feel it's not as visually impactful as you imagined...but it's important to remember those things are only your perception. Not an objective fact. And art is a two-way street! A communication between creator and observer! And communication is really weird and complicated.
Other people's perception of your work won't ever be exactly the same as yours. Sometimes this is desireable and sometimes it isn't! Maybe your art will communicate the thing better to someone than anything they've ever seen-- even if a more effective version could theoretically exist, the "imperfect" version that actually exists and communicates is all that matters to the observer. Or, maybe a feature that turned out exactly how you wanted it to will fly completely over an observer's head, and not have the effect you wanted at all. A lot of the time, you'll never even know.
An artist can NEVER fully control an observer's perspective, so at a certain point you have to live with what you have. You already do this, to some degree, if you have ever EVER decided to stop working on a piece of art and share it. You can always keep adding to something. You can always keep editing. But sometimes, you stop. And perfection doesn't exist, so when you stop it must be because the art is good enough for now. And nothing about "good enough" is objective!
And is that really so bad? Surely people who grow fruit understand that a fruit which is smaller than they imagined can still feed somebody-- that at the very least it will feed bugs and microorganisms and be useful as fertilizer to grow more apples. Your art still means something, still accomplishes something, is still worth making whether it turns out how you imagined or not.
A lot of art is learning when to quit and move on. As a habitual perfectionist, this was something I had to learn early, to stop myself from erasing holes into every piece of paper I drew on.
There's this rule I was taught in middle school drama class: if you fuck up, act like you didn't fuck up. The audience doesn't have your script memorized, so odds are they won't have any idea you fucked up unless you tell them. Other art works the same way. No one knows what you wanted to make but you. And more importantly, a "perfect" version of your art doesn't exist (no "perfect" version of anyone's art exists, or ever will).
The version you made exists, so you have to find what's worth loving about that version. You have found what's worth loving in the imperfect art of others many times. Many observers will treat your art the same way you treat others' art. Why not treat your own art that way, too?
It sounds really REALLY corny, but I try not to think of this as embracing "mistakes." I think of it as celebrating coincidences.
I really really like coincidences. I like that every circumstance wasn't guaranteed to happen, that everything comes down to chance. I think all the little random things are beautiful because they turned out however they did, and not any of the millions of other ways things might have turned out. It's a coincidence that my genes expressed the way they did. It's a coincidence that my parents met in college. It's a coincidence that my oldest friend and I both got to middle school early every day, and stayed close even when we didn't share any classes.
Art is full of coincidences! I try to draw a straight line. The line does not turn out straight, because of the way my hand is shaped and the way my muscles contracted, because my body is not exactly like anyone else's in the world. No one else would have drawn that slightly not-straight line just exactly how I did. It's mine, and it's crookedness is what makes my art mine. Okay, maybe it's a little too crooked for what I want this time-- I'll erase it and draw a new crooked line at a bit of a different angle. There we go, I like that! Now it's my beautiful, irreplaceable crooked line! And the ghost of its predecessor guides the eye just so, and no one else's two crooked lines would guide your eye the same way, only mine! Isn't that nice on its own? Just to have made something that can't ever be replicated? To have made something no one else has ever made before?
You can also apply this in a bit less dreamy and more practical ways, I promise haha.
For example...I've never been a canvas flipper, as a digital character artist. I don't mirror my canvases to see if they still look preportional to me from either direction. I also don't usually draw visual novel character sprites that need to look good mirrored in either direction to serve their function, so it's never been a practical concern of mine.
I consider many kinds of distortion on a character I've drawn to be a good part of the visual flow of the image. Like a smear frame in animation, distoriton in the right places can make character art look dynamic and energized because it can lead the eye through a certain visual flow over the form of the character. If I were to flip the canvas, that eye-leading effect might hit differently because my American eye is used to reading from left to right-- perhaps it doesn't feel as "smooth" going in the opposite direction. This doesn't mean I need to change the distortion necessarily, it just means I prefer not to flip the canvas.
Often, these distortions aren't intentional. They're a coincidence of how my muscles move as I draw, and the areas my left-to-right American eyeballs instinctively pay more attention to. But the effect is still desireable to me. So, happy coincidence!
I think...that's the best I've got for now? Feel free to ask for clarification. I hope it's not total nonsense!
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Charles Leclerc x Male reader
"Is it worth it?"
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I'm slowly trying to get back to writing so updates might have like days gap in between or maybe a week, depends on my mood really, but I will try to write as often as I used to. It's just author's block is a bitch.
Prolly gonna be one of those typical angst stories but eh, angst was what I wanted when writing this.
I will be opening my requests for a bit maybe I might get some interesting stuff.
Warning: mentions of sex but no actual sex or maybe a few lines referencing it(?) Idk really
Here I am standing all alone in the pouring rain on the streets of monaco, I country I once was delighted to call home. Walking around aimlessly I can't help but think back to the events that lead to this ending and letting the tears slide down my rosy cheeks. I think back to the times I once was in his arms as how she is now, how he would tell me how much he loved me and hold me tight while cuddling on the couch, slowly falling asleep to a movie we both don't really care about.
We lay on the couch my face buried in his chest, his hand on my waist holding me tight the other playing with my hair.
"Charles, will you ever find someone better than me?"
I ask letting my insecurity take over for a moment.
"Mon cour, tell me, how can I find something better than perfection?" He says with a chuckle while he pull my hair softly so I am now forced to look up at him.
"You're unbelievable." I say while my cheeks turn a shade of pink. "I guess I'm just afraid that you will one day get tired of me, or see someone better than me, I'm just afraid that the last 4 years of my life with would just go down the drain like it meant nothing." I continue now having teary eyes and burying my face back in chest wetting his shirt a bit.
"Don't ever think that, I will never leave you, you have been the best thing to happen to me. I have not woken up a single day for the past 4 years without wondering why you chose me, why you noticed me?" He says now sitting us both up with me on his lap and his hands now I my cheeks wiping the stray tears that are still falling down.
I look at his face, watery eyes meeting mine.
"Don't ever think that you are someone not worth keeping, I love you and I promise to be with you forever."
I sit down on the wet pavement, my tears not stopping yet. Not being able to holdback the sadness, I pat my pockets feeling for my phone and wallet before realizing I left them at his apartment along with the groceries I just bought.
"Charles?" I say loudly, not hearing a reply I try again.
"Charles?" I say a bit louder.
I decide to get comfortable first, hanging my jacket on the coat rack, removing my shoes and putting on my crocs. As walk to our bedroom I hear grunting, I walked slower trying to concentrate on the noise until I heard a feminine voice.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, chaaarles aahh, fuck you're so biiig."
"I know, now just keep quiet so I can hear if he's back yet." I hear charles say breathily with a few grunts in between.
Hearing him grunting in pleasure and the moaning woman broke me, I knew it was only a matter of time. That one day he would find someone better, and I guess today was the day, or atleast the day I found out. With my mind plagued with the thoughts of them together, naked, having sex, I ran out of the apartment trying to be quiet but on my way to the door I bumped into a picture frame hearing the glass shatter. I looked at the frame through blurry eyes, kneeling down to pick it up and looking at what the photo was, it was me and charles standing on a balcony at sunset, his arm wrapped around my waist, my head on his shoulder our backs towards the sun with smiles on our face.
"I think I heard something break outside." I heard charles' voice say still breathing heavily.
I put the now broken picture frame faced down on the coffee table. Running towards the door, I grabbed my jacket from the rack and put it on. I left the apartment having a feeling I forgot something.
"Even after all these years I'm still so gullible, not being able to see through those empty promises and guilty smiles." I chuckled to myself pulling my legs close to my chest and placing my head on my knees.
"I knew it was only a matter of time, I wanted to atleast savour the fleeting moments I had with him, I knew something was up when he started staying out late more often. I should've known, I SHOULD'VE FUCKING KNOWN LOVE IS NOT SOMETHING I DESERVE." I scream the last parts now looking at the sky laughing loudly to myself. As I feel the cold rain pour on my face with my eyes closed I relapse back to a time when I feel down I would always run to him, and he would make my problems go away.
"Mon cour, what's wrong? I'm in the middle of something at the moment." He says through the phone sounding a bit annoyed.
"Ow uhm sorry, I just ah- nevermind, goodluck today." I say, my voice cracking up a bit, hoping he didn't hear it, as I immidiately end the call. But a few seconds later he called me, doubting whether I should answer it or not, until the call went to voicemail. He immidiately called again this time I pick it up.
"Come on, amour, tell me, what's wrong? I always have time for you." He says with concern replacing annoyance.
"It's nothing really, just the anxiety hitting."
"Sorry I can't be there right now, babe, just caught up with work right now. But I'm almost done, so I might be there in say 30 minutes? Then we can cuddle on the bed and put on a movie?"
"O-okay, thanks, I'll be waiting, bye and goodluck." I say now with a smile.
"Okay, ciao amour." He says before hanging up.
True to his word, he arrived 30 minutes later, with my favourite snacks in hand.
"Ciao." He said as he saw me laying on the hotel bed wrapped in a blanket.
"Ciao." I say with a huge smile on my face spotting my favourite snacks.
"Sorry about earlier, bebe, was just busy at the track." He says with a sympathetic smile.
"It's okay, work is more important anyway, but what matters now is that you're here." I say unwrapping the blanket around me and making my way towards him. As I reach him a give him a kiss and reaching for the snackbag.
"I'm just gonna have a quick shower and change then we can start, sound good?" He says smiling widely before booping my nose and making his way towards the shower.
"Yea, sounds good."
As I sob on the sidewalk I hear a voice call my name immidiately knowing who it was.
"Y/n? Y/n! Bebe what's wrong? I heard something break in the living room and saw your phone and wallet on the kitchen counter along with the groceries." He says concerned, but now that I look at him properly, it looked fake, a look that you would give to a person you don't care about.
"Ow it's just nothing, I just needed to clear my mind." I say feigning a smile, luckily he bought it.
"Let's go back, you'll catch a cold." He says with a small laugh as he takes my hand pulling me up and giving me a hug.
'He still smells of sex.' I thought to myself.
"Okay." I say walking with him hand in hand back to our or rather his apartment.
I felt disgusted, did he even notice? Does he even know that I now know? Does he even care? Is he ignoring it hoping it would all blow over? Is it even worth it at this point? Is pretending a game I can play? Is keeping everything in, worth it to keep him? Is he even worth it anymore?
I look at him once more, seeing him still with a smile.
'Am I the reason for that smile or was she?'
Been a while but eh, creative juice not in me rn. Hope you enjoyed? Requests are open for a bit send something you want written or idk, peace ✌️.
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nptnewr · 2 years
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Window Repair ~ Adrian Chase x Reader
A/N ~ Some Adrian full to finish out the night! | tagging @andillwriteyouatragedy​ because nikki is always motivating me!! | hope you like this @acupnoodle​
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Summary: Adrian Chase has a significant other...however, his friends don’t believe him? Except for when he gets hurt, calls you, and is dragged into your house via window!
Warnings: Mentions of violence | 11th Street Kids being Mean to Adrian
Word Count: 1.2K
“That’s a total lie, Vig. I call bullshit!” Chris claps his hands.
“I’m not fucking lying! Why would I lie about having a partner?” Adrian throws his hands up in the air. 
“I don’t know, you are weird like that. You probably just want me to be proud of you. Which I am not, because that would just mean you are tied down to one person for the rest of your life. Sounds boring.” Chris picks up his phone and begins scrolling.
“Well, maybe I do want to spend the rest of my life with them.” Adrian mumbles. 
“I think it’s cute!” Leota smiles. “However, I don’t it’s real. If you do find someone though Adrian, you should let us meet them.” 
“But-”
“Will you three finish putting shit in the van?” Harcourt cuts Adrian off, pushing past the group. 
Adrian had been telling the 11th street kids about his partner for a few months. This issue with that was the fact that none of them believe him. Sure he had shown them pictures of you, but surely Adrian couldn’t be dating you, right? I mean look at you! 
No matter how many times Adrian had tried to convince the crew, they just refused to believe him. Eventually, they just let Adrian keep ‘believing’ he was dating someone as perfect as you.
“Are you still on that whole, I date Y/N thing? It’s getting annoying. Not like anything else you do isn’t annoying.” John rolls his eyes as he packs the van.
“Whatever.” Adrian climbs into the van. “I just don’t get why you guys don’t believe me.”
“Because Adrian, you are you, and the person you keep showing us is five billion times out of your league.” Chris laughs as he straps in. 
“I agree, but somehow they date me.” Adrian shrugs his shoulders with a smile.
“Nice flex bro.” John scoffs.
The team was going after a group of gang members who were trying to sell some alien tech to a shady company. Waller had informed the group that the gang members had tech that was far more advanced than standard weapons. However, the team never seemed to care.
Harcourt had tried to get the team to work together and not get their heads blown off. Then, Chris had decided to throw a bomb in their direction as soon as they got there. That was when chaos had begun and there was nothing to do other than to go in guns blazing. 
John was directing the team from the van while Leota and Harcourt were shooting a few men from afar. Vigilante and Peacemaker were the two in the middle of the action shooting and stabbing people left and right. 
It was like a dance the two had figured out. A way to swiftly eliminate targets before they even knew what hit them. Before long the gang was taken down and the two heroes were able to bring the alien tech back to the van. 
Vigilante was about to get into the van when a loud shot rang out. The two men had missed someone. Peacemaker quickly made work of the man and pulled Vigilante, who was now bleeding from his torso, into the van. 
“Drive!” Chris screamed as he threw his helmet across the van. 
“I’m -shit- alright. I just need to get back home.” Adrian tried to sit up but yelled in agony. 
“You are not alright Adrian, you got fucking shot!” Harcourt yelled as she moved to sit down beside him.
The team, except for John who was driving, watched as Harcourt looked over Vigilante's wound.
“It looks like the bullet went straight through. It’s close to where your organs are though Adrian. You have to be looked at.” 
“No!” Everyone jolted at his outburst. “Sorry. I just, I had promised Y/N I was going to be home tonight.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You are still on about your fake partner right now?!” Leota yelled.
“Will you just -fuck- take my phone and call them for me. Their contact is in there.” Adrian coughs up a bit of blood worrying everyone.
“Fuck. Fine, just hold on.” Harcourt rummages around for his phone. 
She unlocks the phone after Chris tells Harcourt his birthday and she scrolls until she finds your name.
You were having a peaceful night watching some reruns when your phone rang. Picking it up you saw it was Adrian and smiled. Your ID of him was one where his glasses were askew and he looked like a fucking idiot. Your fucking idiot.
“Hey babe, are you almost home?” You ask.
Harcourt almost chokes on air when she hears that. She quickly puts the phone on speaker, not believing what she's hearing.
“I-uh…so this isn’t Adrian. My name is Emilia Harcourt.” Emilia looks up at the team in shock. 
“What? Harcourt? Is Adrian okay? Is he hurt? Shit. I knew he shouldn’t have gone out as Vigilante tonight..” You begin to ramble.
“I’m fine babe! Nothing a little TLC won’t fix.” Adrian cheekily grins while coughing up more blood.
“Fuck. You got shot again didn’t you?” You sigh. 
“Maybe.” Adrian sighs.
“Well, Emilia, could you bring him home? I am a certified nurse, so I should be able to take care of him.” 
“Yeah, uh, yep.” Harcourt nods, still in shock. 
“Love you Adrian, please be safe.” You end the call quickly to grab supplies.
“Holy shit! You weren’t lying!” Chris pats Adrian on the shoulder earning a grunt from the man.
By the time the team arrived at your house, Adrian was barely conscious. Chris had to carry him practically bridal style to your home. You had texted the team to go through the side window, which was right by the woods. Harcourt was thankful that Adrian had a smart partner who knew how to not be suspicious around others.
Chris had peeled open the window and tried his best to maneuver Adrian’s half-awake self into the house. This turned out to be a horrible idea as Adrian had been face-planted into your newly furnished wood floor. 
Slowly one by one everyone slid into the house other than Leota who had decided to just take the fucking door like a normal human. It wasn’t like she was in a costume, why did it matter anyway?
After the team made it inside, you had rushed over to the window and helped carry Adrian into the living room.
“Just set him down on the couch.” You commanded.
Chris had laid Adrian down and winced as the man groaned in agony.
“I know baby, it will be over soon.” You shushed your boyfriend.
“I can’t do this! Adrian has a partner! And their hot!” John begins to yell.
“Can you not yell? Also, yes I am Adrian’s partner. Did he not tell you about me?” You begin to get self-conscious as you put gloves on your hands.
“No, he did. We honestly just didn’t believe him. I mean he’s-” Leota gestures to Adrian.
“Adrian. I get it, but he’s kind.” You smile.
“Awww, are you guys talking about me?” Adrian smiles.
“No, shut up.” You tease. 
“You first.”
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— HATE LOVE
synopsis ; have you ever hated love? Who knew that the man you loved so deeply, hated the fact that he ever loved you. How would you feel?
scenario ; this is a "pinagtagpo pero hindi tinadhana" setting translation: you met but not destined. Even if Sukuna stopped visiting in the flower shop, having to encounter each other every time in different places only says it's a small world.
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"I hate that I love you this much, when you can't even love me the way that I do. I hate myself for holding onto you, my love..."
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type ; drabble
include/s ; ryoumen sukuna
pairing/s ; yakuza character x fl! reader
genre ; romance, angst and a hint of sad depressed corn
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I still remember my memories from my past life, I still remember her in that life. "Sukuna, promise me that you'll find me in our next life." she said those words like the sweetest thing I could ever taste. I love her. More than anything in this world. So I promised to find her, in the process I get to meet her grandparents. They would always tell stories about her, just by listening to them it seemed to me that she has the best times of her life despite that she is alone living in their hometown. And I reflected on it, how much of a life we had back in our last life.
And it wasn't much, we met at a very weird scenario we weren't that perfect at all, but I remembered how I took for granted your feelings before without knowing that she would only have so little time to spare living, I felt like an idiot pushing her away back then. I wasted my time arguing, hating, ignoring her when I could've just stayed by her side and spent more time. I didn't want to see her die in front of me, so I broke our promise. I didn't look for her specifically but just knowing about her was enough until one day I saw her. The old lady who was managing the flower shop is in the hospital she said, I never actually imagined myself being able to hear her voice, to see her up close and to even catch a scent of her. (I missed her so much...) looking into her eyes, it seemed to be that her memories of the past didn't actually come to her, she is just a mere granddaughter who manages her grandmother's shop.
That is why I decided to stay away from her, to avoid getting myself in a deep hole again, I didn't want to see her suffering slowly dying again in my arms. But faith and destiny wouldn't leave me be, wherever I go I see her. At town and even random streets. But I didn't mind it at all. "Mr. Yakuza, I've been seeing you a lot from here now! I'm kinda getting used to it!" she cheerfully says it out loud without being embarrassed. But you felt happy despite all of it. "Well, you should stop stalking me. Who's the Yakuza now?" I can't stop myself when I am with her, I just can't ignore her, I crave for her. Even though this is wrong, he just couldn't stop this spilling feeling of euphoria, time flies when you're having fun they say and it's true, it didn't take long enough when she finally confessed to him.
"Sukuna, I like you. Spending time like this with you feels natural, it's as if I already know you from the very beginning...why is that?" hearing those words knocked him back to reality, history repeats itself as they say. Sukuna realizes that getting close to you only puts you in danger, having to repeat losing you the second time Sukuna cannot take that risk at all. Now his only option is to push you away, to keep things in control, to take it all back. "No, I'm sorry but I don't feel the same way as you do..." words like this left a sour taste on Sukuna's tongue, even though he didn't mean to say any of those things he still did for her sake. "I hate being with you like this, I am sorry that I don't feel the same way as you do. I hope that...you'd find someone...good enough..." Sukuna feels lost right now, just the sight of her face slowly coming into tears breaks him. It breaks him to see you like this.
But if it's for your sake, he would do anything even if he has to push you away from him. He would do anything, if history repeats itself. That is why he chose to make you hate him so that it would be easy for you to leave him, without any regrets. "I hate you...Sukuna, is my love for you not enough? Am I not enough?" tears soon shed and chests aching. "I hate that I love you this much, when you can't even love me the way that I do. I hate myself for holding onto you, my love..." but of course he can't say that now, can't he. Now, Sukuna is standing alone watching the woman he once loved disappear right from his very eyes, again.
"I would never want to see you slowly die in my arms again, I'll hate love until the very end for not letting us to be together in this life...maybe in another life..."
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a/n ; I was frowning typing these pieces. I hate it I think I am not gonna sleep well for tonight. 11:41 pm.
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hinny-canons · 8 months
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@corneliaavenue-ao3 ‘s Several Sunlit Daylights
Reputation: King Of My Heart
Another victory for the Holyhead Harpies! Everyone was celebrating in the pub and it couldn’t get louder. Ginny was so happy she was the one who scored the winning goal and she could tell how proud Harry was of her too. He gushed about her to anyone who would listen.
They had just gotten married a few weeks ago and Ginny couldn’t be happier.
Ron was also there celebrating with Hermione by his side. Ginny smiled at them as she made her way to Harry who was sitting on a stool by the pub.
He saw her and smiled. “Hey, Gin,” he said as he pulled her closer by her waist.
“Having fun?” She leaned in.
“Of course, I am! You won the game and I am so proud of you.” Ginny grinned before she kissed him.
“Thank you! You wanna dance?”
“Only for you.”
She led him to the dance floor where everyone else and there was Hermione.
“Hey, Ginny! Congratulations!” Hermione hugged her.
“Thanks, Hermione,” Ginny laughed.
They started dancing and Harry took Ginny’s hand. He twirled her around and Ginny laughed. She pulled him close to her and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you, Harry,” she whispered to him.
“For what?”
“For being so supportive and proud of me.”
It was true. Harry was always cheering her on and being her cheerleader. He also talked about her to everyone and truly was her biggest fan, as he likes to say.
Harry smiled at her sweetly. She loved his smile.
They continued dancing and Ginny was having so much fun. She kept close to Harry the whole night and couldn’t help but notice that he seemed extra touchy today. She wasn’t complaining of course, she liked it. She just wondered why.
“I know you’re touchy, but when did it get this much?” She teased him as they sitting at the pub.
“Do you want me to stop?” He said suddenly.
“No! Just asking if there’s any reason.”
He smirked at her. “Maybe you’re just so beautiful, I have to make sure you’re real.”
Ginny blushed, trying not to break out into a smile. “Really?”
“Mhm,” he said cheekily. “Hold on, I just have to check again.” He leaned in and kissed her slowly and Ginny felt like she was on the clouds.
He hummed. “Definitely real.” She laughed and put her head on his shoulder.
All at once, she realized he was everything she’d ever wanted.
“King of my heart, you are,” she said to him.
Harry laughed. “I’m honoured.”
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Late in the night, after the party, Harry and Ginny decided to take a walk down the streets. It was a quiet and the city was asleep. I’m Harry’s mind, it was perfect.
“We should do this more often. Just walking in the night,” Harry said. Their fingers were intertwined.
“That’s nice,” Ginny agreed. “Remember when we used to just walk around the Burrow at night in the summer?”
Harry chuckled. “I do. It always started or ended in a broom race.”
Ginny chuckled, nodding. “And I always initiated it.”
“Well, I was basically head over heels in love with you at the time and couldn’t say no to you.” She stopped and looked at him.
“Oh, darling, you still can’t.” Harry laughed before Ginny leaned up and kissed. It was like he was in bliss. The taste of her lips in Harry’s idea of luxury.
“Oi!” Someone suddenly shouted out. Harry and Ginny jumped apart and saw that a man had yelled. He was wearing a Magpies jersey.
“Ugh, that’s the Magpies Chaser,” Ginny muttered to Harry before turning to the Chaser.
“What do you want?”
“Just wanted to let you know that this isn’t the end! I’ll bet you!”
Ginny scoffed. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Have a nice night!” She smiled at him. Harry was rather amazed at her fake politeness.
“It’s on, Weasley!”
“It’s Potter now, get it right if you wanna hate!” With that she took Harry’s hand and they went off.
Harry's mind was still processing what she said to him. He still couldn’t believe she was Ginny Potter now, it was insane.
Ginny turned to him and saw he was looking at her wonderstruck. “What’s wrong?”
“Queen of my heart, you are,” he whispered.
Ginny cupped his cheeks with her hands. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
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focusedarrow · 2 years
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The Perfect Weekend
pairing: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x fem!Mitchell!reader
Word count: 3.6k
Warning: swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos
Summary: Reader is Maverick’s little sister. Goose and her have been in a secret relationship for a while and finally get a weekend to themselves. What happens when Maverick returns early.
A/N: This is my first fic to post. I’ve been wanting to write one for a long time but never did out of being so nervous over it. This just hit me and I felt like I just had to write it and give it a try. I hope I got Goose’s character right, I feel like I did. And I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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The Perfect Weekend
Being the little sister of a hot shot navy pilot wasn’t always easy. Everyone assumed you were just like him, but you couldn’t be more opposite. Where he was cocky and confident you were humble and shy. He was adventures and took so many risks that you had lost count of how many times he either almost died or got into so much trouble he wished he had died.
You on the other hand never took risks and always played it safe. Maverick did that enough for the both of you. That’s why you never considered becoming a pilot. You took a very different route and became a teacher. You taught PreK on the base that Mav works at. It was a great job and you got to be close to your brother which was a plus. Its only the two of you left so you have to stick together.
You shared an apartment with another teacher near the base while Maverick shared a small house a little further away with his best friend Goose. You had known Goose almost as long as Mav has. He was almost an extension of your brother, where one was so was the other.
They got into so much trouble together and you had to put up with so much from those two. But you wouldn’t change it for anything, it brought you to where you were now.
You liked Goose for so long but never thought you had a chance with him. Why would he look at someone like you when he could have any girl he wanted. But here you were six months into y’alls secret relationship. Goose and you had decided to keep it from Maverick, you wanted to make sure you two were established without Mav interfering in it and causing trouble. Plus, neither of you knew how he would react. Maverick was very overprotective of you and never wanted any navy guy near you, he always said they were trouble. He said he knew they were no good for you because he was one.
So, for the last six months you both snuck around not letting anyone know about it. It was becoming increasingly difficult and you two barely had any time alone. So, when Mav informed y’all he was going out of town for the weekend you both couldn’t wait.
It was going to be the perfect weekend. Maverick was out of town till late Sunday evening which meant Goose and you had the house all to yourselves. No need to sneak around and hide, you both could just be a normal couple without fear of your big brother finding out.
Mav left Friday night, so you and Goose have been in relationship bliss since then. Of course, you rushed right over after you got the call that he was gone. It didn’t take long as you had your bag packed and ready to go since Wednesday. This was the first time since Goose and you had gotten together that you didn’t have to be on guard with every touch and look. Y’all could just be free with no worries, to say that you were excited was an understatement.
When you arrived that night, well you could imagine what happened. As soon as you came through the door Goose was on you in a second. Bag dropped and clothes thrown all down the hallway to his room. Y’all spent the entire night wrapped in each other and as loud as you two wanted to be.
Saturday Goose had planned a day out. He took you to a street market and you browsed all the booths hand in hand. After that y’all went to a nice lunch at a small café. Then he took you to the Air and Space Museum and as you walked through it Goose would tell you everything about each aircraft you saw. With each different one his eyes brightened with excitement, a wide grin spread across his face, it was like he just lite up talking about it. It was so endearing, and it made your heart flutter with how much you care for this man. He was showing you what he loved about his career and you were seeing a side of him you knew not many got to see. You would cherish these moments forever.
It was late afternoon once you were done at the museum. Deciding a nice stroll on the beach would be a wonderful way to end the day you two headed that way. As you reached the edge of the sand you both took off your socks and shoes, rolled up your pants a little and started your journey.
After walking hands interlocked together Goose pulled you over to set down in between his open legs, his arms wrapped around you as y’all watched the sun begin to set. Setting with Goose, your toes in the sand, embraced in his strong arms you felt more at peace than you ever had. He felt so safe and like home, you never wanted that feeling to end.
You knew in that moment that you were hopelessly in love with your brother’s best friend. Only problem was that you did not know if he felt the same way. Well let’s be honest, that wasn’t the only problem. You did have your big brother that was overprotective of you and you had no idea how he would react to you and Goose being together. But that was a problem for another day, right now all you cared about was enjoying this moment and the man behind you.
On the way back to Goose’s you picked up some takeout from a local burger joint. When you arrived back at the house you took the food to the living room while Goose went to get plates from the kitchen coming back with everything that you usually used. As you were putting the food on the plates, he turned on the tv. “What do you want to watch” he asked. “I don’t know, what movies do you have?” you answered without looking up at him too focused on what you were doing. Goose walked over to their movie collection, “well we have goonies, back to the future, breakfast club, to name a few.” “I guess breakfast club sounds good” you said. “Of course, I should have known” he mumbled. “Hey!” you looked up at him sharply, “it’s a good movie and I like it.” He puts his hands up in surrender, “no judgement here babe, if its what you want its what you get” he said as he put the VHS in the player.
He walked around the coffee table to the couch and set right next to you getting ready to dig into the delicious burger in front of him. Goose reached over and picked up the bottle of ketchup handing it to you “here doll.” You took it from him amazed that he already knew what you needed before even having to ask. You two ate and then settled back on the couch. Goose wrapped his arm around you pulling you into his side.
The movie wasn’t even half over before Goose started to stroke the back of your neck lightly. This was always something he did before he started kissing you. You looked over at him and found him already staring at you. His eyes intense with want as he leaned down and kissed you slowly. The kiss started to heat up and hands were now roaming all over each other’s bodies.
The movie long forgotten he started kissing down your jaw line and neck. “Goose” you said breathlessly “take me to bed or lose me forever.” Raising his head and looking into your eyes “yes ma’am” he said as he got up and extended you his hand and started to slowly walk to his room, still holding your hand you trailing behind him. When y’all made it to his room he shut the door behind y’all.
That night was different then others. It was slow, there was no rushing or anything. Like y’all were memorizing each other, it was so intimate. The only way to define what was happening was that you two were making love to each other.
You woke up Sunday morning and turned over to an empty spot beside you. Concerned you set up quickly but soon relaxed as the smell of bacon reached your nose. You got up, threw on a pair of Goose’s boxers and the big sleep shirt you brought in your bag. Even though this was the first time this weekend you had worn it.
Walking down the hall you could hear music playing softly and the site you were meant with as you reached the kitchen had your heart bursting with love. Goose was at the stove, a pan of bacon and sausage on one burner and eggs on the other. He was wearing some cut off jean shorts and the shirt he cut the sleeves off of that he usually wears to workout in. He was singing with the music and dancing around while he cooked. You could not help the stupid smile that overtook your face as you watched him.
It was at the moment you wish you didn’t have to hide y’alls relationship anymore. You could really get used to this. Goose did this little shimmy that was the cutest thing you ever saw, and it caused you to chuckle.
Goose turned around at the sound and saw you leaning on the door frame, arms crossed with a beaming smile, and you just took his breath away. God how he wished every Sunday could be this way, he wanted to wake up every morning with you in his arms. He just had to figure out how to tell Mav that he was in love with his little sister. First, he had to find out if you felt the same way. He hoped and prayed that you did cause if you didn’t, he knew his heart would be shattered.
“Morning hun” Goose said smiling at you then turning back around to finish the eggs. You walked up behind him wrapping your arms around his middle careful not to bump the pan. “Morning babe, this all smells delicious” you said kissing his shoulder from behind.
“Hope you’re hungry cause I might have gone a little overboard” glancing back at you “but after last night I know I needed a hearty breakfast” he said with a wink.
You laughed while releasing him, going to get two plates for him to put the food on. You set them beside the stove and he slide a good helping of eggs on each plate, then he put the bacon and sausage on them next. As you were getting the orange juice out of the fridge he placed the plates on the small round table that sat in the kitchen and then moved to get the silverware. You two moved in sync with each other finishing getting everything set as if y’all have done this every morning. When all was set and ready Goose turned to you and took you in his arms kissing your lips with a soft peck.
“Thank you for making breakfast” you said smiling at him.
“Anything for you hun, but I got to say right now I’m a little hungry for something else.” Goose looked you up and down “you look good enough to eat” he said as he tightened his hold on you.
“Goose” you giggled as he started to kiss your neck “it will get cold.”
Goose whined a little “you know I like my dessert before my meal sometimes” he grabbed your ass, ran his hand down the back of your thigh pulling your leg up a little. “And my favorite dessert is not on that plate right now, but it could be on the table real quick.” He spun you around and backed you into the table, the edge hitting the bottom of your butt.
Goose’s mouth was everywhere causing you to have a challenging time with coherent thoughts. “Babe, you worked so hard on all this” you said breathlessly “we don’t want it to go to waste.”
Goose pulled his head back up to look down at you, noses touching, and you could feel his breath on your lips. “that’s not the only thing that is hard” he pushed his pelvis forward into you and you could feel him through his shorts causing you to let out a low moan. He knew he had you then and he crashed his lips to yours hungrily.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!”
A loud boasting voice caused you and Goose to jump and spin your heads to the kitchen doorway. To both y’alls horror there stood Maverick fuming, his bag dropped on the floor at his feet and a look on his face that could kill.
Goose released you lighting fast and moved behind you knowing he had to hide his hard on from Mav. You righted yourself quickly looking at your brother in shock, this definitely was not the way you wanted him to find out.
Maverick was stunned, when he decided to come home early, he never expected to be greeted with the sight of his best friend all over his little sister. And about to do something to her Mav never wanted to think of any guy doing to you. This was the first time Mav had ever wanted to beat the shit out of Goose and if either of you did not start explaining soon, he just might.
You were the first to speak, “what are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming home till tonight.”
“Well excuse me but I do live here, and it doesn't matter when I decide to come home. You still haven’t answered my original question. What is going on here?!” Maverick says tightly gesturing to the two of you.
Pointing to the table with the plates, Goose says innocently “breakfast.”
You turn to him “really!” Goose looks at you confused “what” he shrugs.
You roll your eyes and turn back to Mav bracing for what’s next to come.
Maverick crosses his arms over his chest. “Breakfast? Cause from what I saw and heard” he points at the food, “that was not what he was about to eat” he finished with raised brows looking at you two.
“Ummm………” you open and close your mouth like a fish out of water not knowing what to say. But of course, Goose just has to open his big mouth and make it worse. “Well, you know what they say about breakfast, it is the most important meal of the day” he grinned goofily.
You dropped your head shaking it for a moment. When you looked up at Maverick you could tell by the look on his face that he was not amused by that one bit.
“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Mav shouted as he advanced on Goose.
Goose’s eyes widened and he grabbed your arms from behind you to keep you between them. Surely, he wouldn’t attack him if you could possibly get hurt. “Mav come on, I’m your best friend.”
“EXACTLY!! You are my best friend, and you are screwing my little sister behind my back.” Mav’s face was beat red while he screamed at Goose.
“Hey” you yelled pulling out of Goose’s grasp putting your hands on Maverick’s chest to keep him back. “Lets all calm down so we can talk about this.”
“How long?” Maverick yelled. You and Goose looked at each other. “HOW LONG??” Goose squared his shoulders and looked Mav in the eyes “six months.”
If Maverick was not mad before he certainly was now. “Six months, SIX MONTHS! You have been fucking her and lying to me for six months.” At that moment I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.
“Look man, I love her, I am in love with her. This is not just some random fling.” Goose all but shouted.
You whip around to face Goose shocked “you love me??”
Maverick watches on skeptically.
Goose looks at you his features soften “well yeah, did I not mention that before”
You swallow “no you didn’t”
“Well….” Goose reaches his hand out to you and you willing take it, he pulls you gently into his arms. “Let me make it clear now so you know for sure, I love you baby” he says with a sweet grin while staring into your eyes lovingly.
You smile your most radiant smile with tears in your eyes looking right into Goose’s eyes “I love you too.”
You two are so wrapped up in each other that y’all forgot for a moment that Mav has been standing there the whole time watching. Maverick clears his throat.
Y’all look over at him and release each other but stay connected by holding hands. “Mav this is not how we wanted you to find out about us” you gently say to your brother.
Maverick looks at you “why didn’t you tell me” he says looking hurt.
“I didn’t know how you would take it. He’s your best friend and I never meant for it to happen, but it did. I’m sorry for keeping it from you” you said hoping he would understand.
Mav nods at you and looks at Goose “and you”
“She’s your little sister and I know how protective you are of her. I mean I’ve seen what you have done to other guys she dated. I didn’t want to lose you man, you’re like a brother to me. But I can’t help how I feel about her” Goose looked at you then back at Maverick.
Maverick closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, he looks at the two of you, both so nervous and waiting. He knows that his next words could make or break the three of you. He loves you of course, you are his sister, and he only wants you to be happy. Then there’s Goose, he doesn’t even want to think about a time when he’s not in his life. So, there is only one option, and he hopes and prays it all works out. Mav sighs “all I got to say is that if you hurt her” he points to Goose “I will kick your ass.”
“I will never hurt her, I promise. She means everything to me.” Goose says looking at you. You smile up at him and then turn to your brother walking over to him engulfing Mav into a tight hug. “Thank you” you whisper into his ear.
Mav holds you just as tight “as long as you’re happy and he treats you right.” Letting go you look at him with a smile “he does, and I’ve never been happier.” “Good” he says as he kisses your forehead.
You return into Goose’s arms as he shakes Mav’s hand. “Now don’t think there won’t be ground rules” Maverick points at the two of you “cause even though I’m allowing this it doesn’t mean I want to see or hear any of it, you understand!” he says seriously.
“Yeah of course” you say.
“Ok but what are my limits here” Goose asks causing you to close your eyes and shake your head. Mav gives him a look “use your best judgement and common sense.”
“Ok but that doesn’t really help. So can I hold her hand?” he asks. “Of course” Mav says.
“Ok ok, can I put my arm around her?” Goose demonstrates.
“Yes” Maverick rolls his eyes.
“Can I kiss her on the lips” he asks now.
“Seriously dude?! Regular PDA but not extreme like what I walked in on” Maverick says a little frustrated.
Goose nods “sure, sure I got that. So now what about what you might hear.”
“Goose” you say warningly looking at him.
Looking down at you “What? I need to know this information” he looks back to Mav who is standing there impatiently. “So, I can call her nice sweet endearments right” Mav nods “good, but am I allowed to make her scream my name” he finishes.
“GOOSE!” you holler at him as you hit him in the stomach.
Maverick’s jaw tenses “you know the answer to that.”
“Yeah, of course. So only when you’re not here” he nods.
Maverick flips Goose off and walks out of the kitchen picking up his bag on the way out. Goose laughs and looks at you seeing a not so amused look on your face “what?”
“Seriously he just found out, seems to be somewhat ok with it and you are going to push it like that” you say folding your arms in front of you.
“Oh, come on admit it, that was a little funny” he gestures toward where Mav just left, smiling at you. You grin “maybe” he brightens at that “I said maybe” you point at him.
You then turn to the plates on the table “damn now it’s all cold.”
Goose pulls you into his arms “I know how to warm it up.”
“Really, after all that you’re still in the mood” you say grabbing onto his biceps.
“Hun, I’m always in the mood when it comes to you. Plus, I was planning on eating you first anyways” he says starting to kiss your neck. You slap his arm “Goose, do you not remember Mav’s rules he just told us.”
“Yeah, ok but one he can’t see us right now” he says while trailing kisses all up and down your neck and jaw line. “Unless he’s hiding” he picks his head up looking around frantically “he is a small dude, he could be anywhere.”
That caused you to laugh out loud and wrap your arms around his neck.
“And two I’ll buy him some ear plugs” he says with a grin as he starts kissing you again your food all but forgotten and your laughs quickly turn to moans.
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live4lust01 · 2 months
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sex, tied up, gagging, head(male recieving), dirty talk, swearing, confession, mouth fucking, idk
Chris sturniolo
Everyone sat cross legged on floors or leaned against sofas as we had a game of cards going. The soft glow of the lamp settled a soft, happy mood across the room as it were me, alahna, Nate, Chris, Matt and nick.
Our hair dripped water over the blankets draped over our knees and shoulders. Today felt like the official first day of summer. The sun had shone loud and bright and the streets had been filled with families and children enjoying the activities summer embraces. It was currently 11pm and dark outside. I put down four kings.
"that's a fucking bluff, alahna just put down four kings." Chris shouted.
"yeah? you sure you wanna call bluff on me?" I asked raising my eyebrows and laughing.
"I'm calling bluff." The confidence almost palpable in his voice. Alahna sat giggling next to me, knowing what the turnout would be and not for a minute did Chris decide against his desicion.
"nice one loser" I say showing him the four kings I put down and watching his face drops in disbelief as everyone else laughs.
"but she just-"
"she bluffed, stupid. I've practically won the game now" i laughed as I only had six cards left.
"That was alot of confidence for someone who's came last every round so far" Matt giggles through his words.
"shut up Matt, I haven't seen you win a round yet idiot" Chris retorted annoyed, picking up almost a full deck off the table now.
We kept playing until the round ended, Nate won since he didn't talk much and had little cards left. I excused myself for a bathroom break but headed outside instead to sit on the beach chairs near the pool. From here it was a beautiful view of the distant beach and the green, scenic beauties of the surrounding nature. The summer air was still and warm . I inhaled deeply and let out a breath as I looked upwards. The white specks of stars looked like diamonds littered across a black canvas.
I like to be on my own for a while after i spend alot of time around people, even the ones I love. My social battery runs out quick but today this wasn't the reason of my dissapearance.
Ive been thinking of Chris alot and our relationship, we're great friends and he does alot for me. Small gestures that melt my heart into a pool of pure love, I've definitely fallen for him. He usually dismisses himself to join me when I've been gone for a while and I love that. My social battery never runs out when it's me and him alone.
I decided today would be the day I tell him. I'm hoping it won't ruin anything since I have the odd feeling he may like me back.
"long bathroom break huh?" His voice, suddenly I'm nervous about being alone with him and what I might confess. Chris sits on the beach chair next to me as he also looks up with me. He's wearing just shorts and his v lines exposed a little. Don't stare I tell myself before looking at his face. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" He mutters, talking about the stars.
"Chris. I wanna tell you something." I blurt out before I can stop myself and change my mind. I stare at him, he has such perfect soft features yet the sharpest, bluest eyes I've ever seen. I breathe deep. Why am I doing this?
"tell me something." Was the response.
"uhm" there's no point in saying nothing, the truth always comes out and i should get it over with. "I think, I kinda of like you"
"i like you too, you're super cool" he says smiling.
"no, I mean... Im attracted to you." My heart, I hear it race. Was this rejection?
Our eyes suddenly meet and I immediately look away naturally intimidated, however it happened to be towards his exposed v line. Chris sits up straight, legs of the side of the beach chair as he looks at me with an intense gaze I feel sear my cheeks. I regret my desicion.
"you know, I was just thinking you look as beautiful as the stars tonight even though you're beautiful every night." My heart stops for a few seconds. I remain silent not knowing what to say but I look up to his face, a smirk playing on his lips. I folded immediately.
"you like what you see?" He stands up (noticing my stare) and stands Infront of me, his waist inches away from my face. He tilts my head up with his index and we look at eachother. "You know, somewhere down the line I caught feelings for you too but I didn't wanna ruin anything. I didn't think you'd feel the same and I couldn't get you out of my head. You were infecting my everyday life but I didn't mind getting sick. I thought of you constantly, your beauty, your laugh, your eyes... Your body" his voice raspy at the last words, waiting for a reaction.
He doesn't get one. My body is pushes back with his gentle hands, laying me down. He spreads my legs open then places his body inbetween. He leans down slowly, waiting for my refusal but I don't resist his lips engulfing mine. He kisses me with such passion as his hands grab my face, my body molds with his as his kiss turns from passion to lust and I feel his growing bulge grind of my body.
"I've wanted you for so long" I say breathless. Chris looks at me before touching the bottom of my bikini top.
"you have no idea how much I've thought about you naked, is this okay?" His eyebrows raise in question and when I nod yes he gently lifts it off me, exposing my chest then immediately taking off his swimming trunks and boxers. I rid of my shorts and rest of my bikini. I check him out without shame, the way his hair fall into his eyes messily, his arms skinny yet slightly muscular, his light abs, his v line and how it dips down...
He stands Infront of me and bends his down to look at me with that smirk, churning my stomach.
"youre just as beautiful as I imagined you to be"
He pumps himself a few times with his precum before...
"open your mouth for me, baby". I do as he says. I feel him rest his tip on my tongue as I look up with lust filled eyes. I circle my tongue around his tip for a slight moan as he puts his hand on the back of my head.
"first time?" He asks. I nod, grabbing his thighs.
"don't let that hold you back though, fuck me like it's your last time." I say taking my mouth off him to respond before pushing myself down him entirely. I look to his eyes. The way his hair curtains them a little. So blue, so light, yet so sharp and demanding. They look intimidating. His lips part, moaning as my lips touch his base. I begin moving up and down him, letting him slide down my throat fully.
"fuck baby, yeah that's it" he says, leaning his head back. I pace the way I suck him, getting faster. My licking the side of his dick everytime I move away from him makes him push my head further onto him. I start using my hands, moving them up and down, matching the pace of my mouth. I feel him hit of the back of my throat, my eyes watering slightly but I keep going, occasionally licking and circling his tip. I run one hand down his abs, feeling their shape. My hands run down to his thigh when Chris' hand massages the back of my head, keeping me pushed close around him. I feel his stomach tighten as my hand rest there.
One of his hands wrap around my neck as the other keeps it's position. Chris pauses my movements as he begins his own. Fast and rough. Grunting he uses my mouth to pleasure himself at his will as he keeps a fast pace hitting the back of my throat repeatedly.
"mhhhh" he's about to orgasm. I pull myself out his grip and he moans dissapointment.
I take a deep breathe. "I'm not letting the fun be over that quick, Chris. Sit down." I say in a low, strong voice as i standing up. More cum drips onto the concrete floor and Chris questioningly looks at me as he lies down. I straddle his hips as I stroke his dick a few times underneath myself, him pushing into my hand. Resting my hands onto his chest I lower myself.
"wait" Chris interrupts. I stop. I look up at him.
"you sure you wanna do this? You've never did this before." How thoughtful.
"you're asking me this after you've fucked my mouth and are centimetres away from having the best sex of your lifetime?" I ask smirking, circling his tip around my hole teasing him.
"mhhh, understood baby, was just asking but do what you must" he says leaning his head back, hands on my waist and thrusting himself up. I take him fully at once sitting down, his pelvis pressed against my thighs. We both let out moans of satisfaction.
"fuckkkk, baby you feel so good" he says as I feel his firm hands holding me down on him. This was definitely gonna leave bruises. I Begin moving up and down as his hands tighten their deadly drip and he moans, being so deep inside me. His eyes widen as if he remembered something.
"no condom?" He asks breathlessly.
"you ask the wrong questions at the wrong times. No risk no fun though" I keep bouncing on him as I giggle.
"mhhhh" was his response. I run my hands over his chest and biceps as I keep a fast pace, squeezing myself around him. I throw my head back moaning everytime Chris tip hits my spot. I circle my hips and keep moving as Chris keeps his string of moans going.
"you sure this your first time baby? You fuck me so good" he says mouth open.
"mhm. I thought it would be more painful" I say before he flips us over, Chris now on top of me.
"you like pain?"
"don't stop, keep going" I say helplessly. Chris pulls himself out. "Chris please. I don't want you to stop you feel so fucking good. I need you" my legs open wide, being needy.
"you're so needy, baby. wait a little and Ill have have your legs shaking so bad you can't walk for a week. I'm gonna fuck you brainless." He says in a deep whisper.he leans between my open legs and grabs my hands. He ties them together above my head with my bikini top.
He picks both my legs up, placing them on his shoulders. Without warning, I feel him slam inside me, not giving me time to adjust again before picking up his hard thrusts again. My legs shake, my back arches. Chris interlocks one hand with mine and the other rests next to my waist. He's so rough.
"Chris" I moan out arching more, letting him hit deeper.
"shhhh, we don't want the others to know you as the desperate, begging slut I know you as." He says his thrusts slamming into me fully as my tits bounce in rhythm with the movement of my body. He stares without shame. My eyes rolling back unable to handle it. He gags me with his boxers.
"you feel amazing baby, a while longer I'm almost there." His sweet whispers fill my ears. I feel myself reaching an orgasm. My moans get stifled by Chris boxers. I feel his hand supporting himself push against my lower stomach and I let myself go all over him earning a grunt. We stare into each others eyes. His were needy, deep with love yet still looked like blue flames burning with uncontrollable lust.
Chris pulls himself out and strokes his dick as he cums all over my stomach and tits. I watch as he releases and wait for him to take his boxers out my mouth.
I'm panting hard, taking in as much air as I can. Chris opens my legs with his hands on me knees and bends down to kiss me, keeping eye contact.
"how's that for a first time"
"wether were together or not, this is definitely happening again, alot."
Chris laughs at my comment. He unties me and squished my cheeks, kissing my lips. Put your clothes back on, we still have company inside.
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