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mockerycrow · 11 months

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Undercover II (Soap x GN!Reader)

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Summary: After being waterboarded, your body is too exhausted and injured to handle any more. Soap and you are formally introduced outside of an interrogation setting.

[WARNINGS: medical inaccuracies, military inaccuracies, angst.]

“Any dog, you put him in the corner, no matter if they’re vicious or not, they’re going to bite back.” -Mike James.

WAKING UP AFTER such harsh injuries is weird. It’s like the world keeps trying to materialize, distant voices that aren’t too definite, textures under my fingers aren’t quite recognizable yet, not being able to tell pain or pleasure from one another.. I wake up first with sensations across my body—pain, numbness, open wounds, closed wounds—cold, hot, burning, piercing. It makes me wish maybe I did die by Makarov’s hand. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to bare the burden of everything I know, everything I did to prove I was.. loyal, to that sick, sonofabitch.

I feel incredibly heavy, sandbags instead of muscles, my throat feels like I swallowed glass—that’s almost worse than the pain I feel in the rest of my body. The next thing I hear is a faint monitor, maybe two different ones? I can’t tell. My mouth is dry so when I swallow, nothing comes down my throat, but the retraction of my muscles in my neck ache nonetheless. I cough quietly and I gain just enough energy to open my eyelids. I find myself in a.. infirmary type room. I go to move my hand over my gut but metal sliding against metal hits my ears. My unfocused gaze hovers over to my hand and I see one of my hands is handcuffed to the railing of the gurney. My heart drops into my gut as I weakly pull on the handcuffs, a quiet sigh leaving my lips.

Fuck.

My free hand rests gently on top of my gut—they had to have cut me open or some shit, because this hurts like fucking hell on Earth. I feel like my goddamn intestines are about to spill out. Or maybe it’s the aftermath of Makarov’s torture hitting me.

I look down at myself and I’m changed into a fresh hospital gown, a surprisingly high quality blanket draped across my body. My free arm has an IV in my arm and in my vein in my hand, connected to a dispenser not too far away. I look up at the hooks decorated with liquid medicine—definitely a pain killer, I don’t know about the other bags, though. Can’t read from here. My hand goes my face and I feel two tubes; an oxygen tube gently hooked into my nose and a.. I think a feeding tube? My fingers go down to my jaw and I find a bandage wrapped around my neck and jaw, my eyebrows furrowing together. Jesus. Maybe he did break my jaw. Why can’t I feel it, then? I lay my head back down onto the paper pillowcase, closing my eyes for a few seconds. So, now I have to make a plan. Did they patch me because I was about to die? They know I have a lot of valuable information, so they need me alive just enough for that stuff. Makarov’s remaining warehouses, his extensive plans, everything. Do I keep my mouth shut? Yes. I have to remain loyal to my true team, not the one who’s planning ripping populations apart, desecrating entire cities—

The nearby door opens and my eyes shoot open as my heart nearly jumps out of my chest. A doctor comes in with a nurse and they pause at the sight of me being awake. I stare back at them for a moment before the doctor smiles softly at me. “You’re finally awake. That’s good, we nearly lost ya.” His accent is a thick southern-american (U.S.) one. I don’t answer—I wish I could thank them, but I have to be Zhenya. The doctor turns to the nurse and murmurs something just out of my hearing range, the nurse nodding in return and leaving the room, leaving me alone with the doctor. He begins to approach me and my heart monitor immediately begins to spike, as if I’m in danger—because I am—I have no idea who this guy is or if he plans on torturing me, too! The doctor stops in his tracks, his voice coming out as comforting and soft, “Woah there, pal. I’m not here to harm ya, just here to check your vitals. Ask you a few questions, too.”

My hands clench into weak fists as I keep my eyes on him—wait, American??—I don’t have much time to think about that as the doctor comes over to my IV machine, glancing at the numbers before looking at me with a soft, sympathetic look. “My name is Doctor Erikson. Are you in any pain?” I hesitate to answer but I give him a subtle nod, my hand resting back over my stomach. Doctor Erikson turns to the IV machine and ups the drip dosage, glancing at me. “Alright, now I have some basic questions for you, okay, hon? You were out longer than expected, so it’s just prodecure.” I answer with another nod, keeping my eyes training on Dr. Erikson. He has dark skin with tightly curled hair, put up into a neat bun. He has square glasses resting on his big, arched nose. Dr. Erikson is clean shaven, a scar resting on his cheek—looks quite old, probably from a shaving accident when he was younger. He has big, welcoming and soft brown eyes that you don’t feel like they stare into your soul. In this line of work, we need more people like him. His eyes may be soft, but you can tell he’s seen some things. I rapidly blink in order to focus; I naturally profile people when I feel.. on edge.

Dr. Erikson presses the end of his pen and the ballpoint end pops out with a click! He looks at me, a soft subtle smile remaining on his face. “What is the year?”

“2023.”

He nods and quickly checks something off—probably a box. “Who is the President of the United States?”

“Joe Biden.”

“What’s your name?”

I stare at him for a second and my heart stops for a moment before I answer with, “Zhenya. Zhenya Antonenko.”

Dr. Erikson and I stare at each other for a moment before he checks off two more boxes. He sets aside the clipboard on a counter nearby in the room. He keeps the pen and walks over, murmuring, “Keep your head still, follow the pen with your eyes only.”

Dr. Erikson begins to move the pen left and right, tracking my eye movement as I keep my eyes trained on the pen. After he doesn’t find any eye coordination discrepancies, he sets the pen down and grabs an otoscope, putting a singular use cone on the end, clicking the ‘on’ button, the end of the cone emitting light. He comes to my left side and gently puts the cone inside of my ear, checking for a few seconds. “You’ll have some visitors in a few moments, they will inform you of your medical injuries and what procedures we took.” He murmurs softer than he was before, considering how close he is my ears. My ear tingles as he removes the otoscope, coming around to the other side of the bed to check my other ear. I don’t respond. Dr. Erikson hums as he throws away the single use cone and murmurs ‘stare straight ahead’, using the little light from the otoscope to test my pupil dilation.

Fuck. I don’t want to see them again. Not now. My hand grabs the blanket, and then there’s a firm and quick knock on the door before the door swings open.

In comes fucking Laswell, Hudson, Mutton-Chops, and Mohawk.

What in God’s name is fucking going on??

Dr. Erikson puts the otoscope away and walks over to them, glancing back at me before talking. “They’re in a delicate state, physically and mentally,” He mutters, probably thinking I can’t hear. He isn’t good at being quiet with military dudes. His own people though, sure. “Be sure to play nice.” Hudson immediately approaches my bedside and I can’t help the hot and stinging tears that threaten to spill from my tear ducts—his soothing voice instantaneously makes my worries die down for a good 10 minutes. “You’re okay now, [Name]. The mission is over. You’re in good hands.”

I choke on a sob; of relief? Of devastation? Of need? Of grief? I don’t know.

I lift my handcuffed hand ever so slightly, my voice wobbly, “Why?”

“It’s a safety precaution,” Laswell says gently, approaching the bedside that Hudson is on. Mutton-Chops and Mohawk stay by the door, quietly eyeing me. I catch Mohawk’s eyes and I can’t read his emotion which makes me feel on edge; I turn back to my familiar faces. “S.. Safety precaution?” I question, glancing between them. They give each other a look—a look of pity—before Hudson speaks up. “You’ve.. been through a lot, [Name]. More than I can imagine. Until we have you go through a psychological evaluation, we’re keeping the cuffs on you.”

Oh. So like a caged animal.

My shoulders sink and I glance at the handcuffs, joy mixing with dread. “I know it’s hard, but we’re having Soap stay with you until we can have that psychologist come for you.” Laswell murmurs, gently grabbing my hand and squeezing it? avoiding the IV and it’s tape. I nod as I glance over at the men. “What kind of name is Soap?” I mutter, earning a snort from Mutton-Chops. Hudson looks at me worriedly, his wrinkles-in-the-corner-of-his-eyes kind of worried. I look back up at Hudson and look between him and Laswell a few times, biting the inside of my cheek. “Everything?” I ask. They don’t even need more than that to know what I’m talking about. “Everything.” He confirms with a nod. I take a deep breath—which I immediately regret because now it feels like my guts are trying to spill out again owowowowow—and I must wince because Laswell grabs a pillow from a nearby table and puts it on my abdomen. “Here, hold the pillow with soft pressure. It helps that weird feeling with your stitches. Learned it from the field.” She comments, her eyes scanning me like a worried mother. I nod as a thank you and use my free arm, applying pressure across my abdomen—gentle, mind you. Oddly enough, it brings me some level of relief. “We’ve provided Soap with a recorder so we can record your statement and stories, so you don’t have to repeat everything over and over.”

I nod silently—my throat feels like shit and I have no energy to speak, so might as well save what I do have for the statements..

Hudson clears his throat and glances at Laswell, then back at me, “Laswell and I have to go for a bit, since the operation has been revealed, we have a lot of shit to do.” He says with an unsatisfied tone; like he wants to stay by my side. My heart warms a bit from that— Hudson has always taken care of his team, made me feel like I belong. I crave for him to stay near me but I bite my lip, —and then quickly releasing it from the hold my teeth had on it because I one-hundred-percent forgot that my lip was injured—and shake my head. “Go,” I start. “It’s not like I’ll be going anywhere, right?” I attempt to make a joke, and Hudson tries to offer a stale chuckle—one he only does if someone got seriously injured.. It must be bad—and he squeezes my hand gently.

They murmur me their goodbyes, taking their leave, pushing the door open and walking out. Mutton-Chops follows them close behind.

That leaves me alone with Mohawk—“So you must be Soap, then.” I state as the man starts to approach my beside, his boots thumping against the infirmary floor. He offers a boyish grin that fits him quite well and he nods, grabbing a chair and easily pulling it kind of near the bed, but not too close. The distance suggests distrust, caution. Which is understandable because he did take place in my brief torture part two..

Like a wild animal, again.

“The one and only,” He chimes, his fingers fiddling with the recorder. Soap leans back in the chair, his eyes studying me for a second. “Doc said someone should give ya th’rundown of what happened, eh?”

I nod, my fingers absentmindedly playing with the pillowcase of the pillow across my stomach. Soap hums and tilts his head, his expression turning ever so slightly sad. “You had internal bleedin’ n’ broken ribs; one of which nearly pierced ye lung. Your jaw is fractured on yer right side, they had t’put a screw in. Your stabs wounds were pretty ‘typical’ by the doc’s standards, but they did have to open you up and repair th’abdominal wall. He said you’re lucky you didn’t lose any organs.”

Lucky.

That fucking word. “I’m lucky?” I bark out with disbelief. I know I am, but that phrase makes me so angry.

I look back at Soap whose lips are pursed together; he’s sitting up from my slight outburst which makes me look back down at my lap. Soap doesn’t say anything for a moment, the faint beeps of the monitors filling that empty space. When he does speak, he switches on the recorder. “This is Sergeant John MacTavish, Callsign Soap interviewing…” He trails off, holding the recorder out between himself so it can pick up his voice, as well as mine. I take a deep breath and let it go. “[Name] [Last Name].” Soap offers a mood lifting grin as he repeats his name back to me and murmuring the date. His lip curls just enough to show some of his gums by his right canine tooth, ever so slightly. I can’t help but wonder for a moment why he suddenly is so friendly, but I already know the answer to that. When you’re in this line of work, there are friends and there are foes. There are no frenemies in this game. You are either on their side or against it. Something I can relate to.

“What division are in, and your mission?” He has a professional tone for the sake of the recording. I don’t even know this guy it seems so unlike him that it makes me wanna roll my eyes into the back of my head until they get stuck there. “I’m a sergeant of Task Force Eclipse. My Captain is Tyler Hudson, and my teammate, besides my captain is Trinity Wilson, code-name Lake. My other teammate Sasha Miranov, code-name Coal, is KIA. Richard Jensen, code-name Tendril, had committed treason and had joined the very cause I’ve been fighting against. He’s also KIA.” I pause as my heart aches. “My mission began a few years ago, I was a special ops soldier that worked with the CIA, being placed wherever I was needed. Station Chief Kate Laswell called me into a special conference room where I was met with my future colleagues…”

I pause in the doorway as my eyes scan several different unfamiliar faces, sweeping the room on instinct. I spot Laswell, General Shepherd, and an old friend, Tyler Hudson standing in front of the round table where the three strangers are sitting. “Come in,” Laswell beckons, holding a thick, vanilla folder between her fingertips. The confusion is shared between amongst me and three strangers—I shut the door behind me. Laswell leans over the table and presses a button and the glass walls of the conference room become foggy and soundproof. “Sir.” I greet General Shepherd with a kind and professional tone, taking the seat closest to Laswell. He nods towards me, his hands folded neatly in front of him. His brow is pushed forward like something is troubling him; isn’t surprising, considering his position. Laswell holds up the folder as she begins to speak. “You must be wondering why I have called you all here today. You’re here because between Captain Hudson, General Shepherd and I, you four are the best for this job. You have not been given any details up until now because this quite possibly might be the most confidential mission you will ever work on in your time of service.”

Laswell places the folder down and motions to the person furthest from me. “Everyone, this is Richard Jensen. He will be joining us from MI6, along with—the girl who is next to him—Trinity Wilson. Then there is Sasha Miranov and [Name] [Last Name] from our very own CIA.” We look between each other wearily because Laswell still hasn’t said the nature of this mission, and General Shepherd hasn’t said a word at all this entire time. We give each other silent head nods because there will be time to get acquainted later. I put my hand on the table and fingers tap nervously against the glass top. Laswell steps out of the way of the wall with both Captain Hudson and General Shepherd. Hudson hands her a small remote which she murmurs a thank you, turning to said wall. It prompts all of us to look in the same direction and she presses a button and a projector projects a light box with a symbol of a moon and sun in the middle, hints of CIA and MI6 logos as well. She looks back at us, letting out another sigh laced with stress. “Today, you are no longer with your old units. You are now in Task Force Eclipse, lead by Captain Tyler Hudson; curtesy of CIA.” My eyebrows raise for a second because of the anticipation in my bones, in my veins. Working with Hudson?

She presses another button and pops up Richard Jensen’s face and basic information; his name, his age, blood type, occupation, whatever. “Also starting today, you are no longer yourselves,” Laswell presses another button and Jensen’s information fades into Russian, quickly translating back to English. My lips part in surprise as Laswell opens the vanilla folder, going around the table, passing out different documents to everyone. “Starting today, you are living as new people, from either Russia or Ukraine. You lived and grew up in these areas and share the same ideals as our enemy—who you will be working closely with.” No fucking way. There’s absolutely no fucking way—

“We have entrusted you five to work this undercover op, to weasel your way into Makarov’s organization and take information to relay it back to us. Is that clear?” Shepherd’s tone is rough, rude, and authoritative as always. He’s leaning his hand on the table, looking between all of us. I keep glancing between my documents, briefly glancing over the information before looking back up at him. “Sir, no offense, our mission is to.. be terrorists?” Trinity speaks up, her accent cutting through the air like a knife. Her tone shows she’s absolutely baffled, traced with incredulousness. “Yes. You will have to be prepared to commit acts you never would otherwise.” He responds, holding back his snappy response from her own. I look down at my paper and see my new name, my new age—very close to my actual one—my new backstory, fuck, even passports and other official documents are displayed with my new name. “You will have to work close with the group, even find your way under Makarov’s wing. We will set up times and dates for you to relay important information back to your Captain, and to me.” Laswell’s voice is a bit quieter in volume as the heavy mood sets in the room. I tense as I borderline feel everything just.. sink. “You all have worked undercover ops before, and you all have done incredibly well. This is why we trust you with this task.”

It was no secret the CIA and MI6 trusted some of the wrong people, and some of the right people.

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Valentine's Don't

Part 2

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 8.1K

Synopsis: After your magical Valentine's date it seems as though Mr. Perfect ghosted you.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! I am sooooo sorry this took me so long. My ADHD has been kicking my ASS! I hope the fact that it's long makes up for it! If you enjoy reading give it a reblog, like, comment, hit me up in the ask box whatever I love talking to you guys. As per usual warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI, cussing/strong language, oral (m&f recieving), unprotected piv intercourse (please use condoms), rough sex (kind of), cream pie, cum play (a little), mc is turned on by the idea of him coming in her (if that's a warning?) I think that's it but if I ever miss anything please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap.

Just because you expected it didn’t make it hurt less. It had been two weeks since you’d gone on the most perfect Valentine’s date with Chris, and he hadn’t called or texted you. The voice in your head, the loud harsh one, started immediately and told you what you had feared all along, it was a pity date. The first few days when it would echo in your head you could drown it out with busy work or music. You told yourself to be patient it had only been a day or two or three. After the first week it got louder and by week two it was screaming and laughing at you.

During those two weeks there were plenty of times your finger had hovered over Chris’ number debating on calling or texting him first, but you couldn’t make yourself. You couldn’t be the one to call first, surely asking him out for Valentine’s seemed desperate enough, making the first call or text when he said he would, you just couldn’t do it. Finally, you came to the conclusion that he was just a nice guy that gave you exactly what you’d asked for, a nice date with a cute guy for Valentine’s Day. He hadn’t even been obligated to do that let alone follow up, but after kissing and exchanging numbers you’d had a little hope of seeing him again.

After two weeks of waiting and sulking your friend, who dragged you out the last time, talked you into drinks at the bar. You had agreed, not really thinking. Anything to get Chris and Valentine’s Day off your mind. You both frequented the bar often on weekends and karaoke nights. You’d gone there hundreds of times and not seen Chris, so the thought of possibly bumping into him there hadn’t even crossed your mind. You and your friend were a few drinks in talking about your work weeks when you noticed the band setting up to play. Your eyes scanned over the men hooking up instruments and then you saw Chris’ friend Changbin.

Just as a realization was sinking into your brain you caught sight of Chris helping them. He finished hooking up a sound board and stood, stretching, a flash of skin showing when his shirt lifted, you could see a peek of his abs and the prominent line of his adonis belt. Your friend noticed you looking and glanced over following your line of sight.

“Holy shit! That new guy with the band is fucking HOT!" Your friend exclaimed, causing you to jump in your seat and a few heads to turn, one of which was Chris. When he looked over in your direction your eyes met almost instantly. His went wide and you closed yours tightly, shaking your head as you spun in your barstool to leave. Your friend grabbed your arm to stop you

“Hey sorry didn’t mean to embarrass you...” You tried to tell her it wasn’t her fault, you tried to pull away but before you could there stood Chris in front of you. You looked down at the floor.

“Oh hello I’m...” Your friend attempted to greet him. Chris smiled, politely nodding and then turned to you as you still inspected the quality of the stitching on your boots.

“y/n... I am so SO...” Your friend was more than a little surprised to discover that you two knew each other. You turned to leave again. The last thing you needed was to hear a pitiful sorry to pair with the obvious charity date he’d taken you on. If Chris wasn’t desperately trying to catch up and apologize he’d be impressed by your ability to quickly cut through the crowd. Your friend was a few steps behind him trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. Chris finally got within arm's reach of you and gently grabbed your shoulder. You whipped around quickly and it caught him off guard.

“What Chris?!” He felt terrible, you were clearly very upset, rightfully so.

“Was it not enough getting me to open up and be vulnerable, kissing me and then ghosting me? We absolutely need to have this awkward interaction as well?” He was speechless for a moment.

“It’s fine Chris it was Valentine’s Day so, you know, I should have expected it, it’s always Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?” Chris’ heart ached hearing you say that. He stopped you speaking more forcefully when you tried to leave for the third time.

“Wait PLEASE just hear me out and if you want to leave and never speak to me again after I swear, I’ll leave you alone.” You crossed your arms in front of you.

“You have until the band starts and then I’m leaving.” He nodded in agreement.

“Deal!” He went to grab your hand to lead you to a table so you both could sit and talk but you pulled your hand away.

“Don’t.” He shook his head again. You and your friend both followed him over to the table where you and Chris slid into opposite sides of the booth. You turned to your friend.

“Will you give me just a minute? I’ll meet you to head out right after I’m done here.” She nodded and decided it was a good opportunity for her to get a fresh drink. She excused herself and headed back over by the bar to give you a little privacy but still keep an eye on you in case you needed her. The guy was cute but he’d obviously hurt you which put him on your friend’s shit list. Back at the booth you were a bit calmer but the tension could still be cut with a knife.

“y/n I’m so sorry.” You couldn’t look him in the eye, you watched your hands as you picked at your cuticles.

“From the bottom of my heart I was not trying to ghost you.” You scoffed and managed to glance at him and roll your eyes before looking back at your hands.

“Seriously! I swear I would never lead you on and then not call, I wouldn’t.”

“So then why didn’t you?” The odds of you liking this answer weren’t very good but you still wanted an explanation.

“The day after our date me and my mates in the band here went bungee jumping. I wasn’t thinking, my phone it was in my pocket and when the cord pulled at the end of my jump it went flying out into the river below.” You finally fully looked up at him with the most incredulous look on your face. Chris understood it sounded like bullshit but it was true.

“Really! You can ask any of the guys, I was so distraught right after I lost it, they were teasing me. Look.” He slid his phone across the table showing you that it was in fact a brand new phone from the one you had typed your number into on Valentine’s Day.

“I had to get a new phone; I usually update my contacts to the cloud but it had only been the day before so yours wasn’t saved yet. I swear I wanted to see you again, I want to see you again. I’ve been coming to the bar to help the guys set up almost every night they’re here hoping to bump into you. I thought it would be creepy if I showed up at your place, especially since you hadn’t called or text.” You nodded in understanding and looked down at your hands again. Chris took a chance; he reached out and covered your hands with his own. You looked up and he had a sad look on his face.

“Why didn’t you ever call?” He asked sincerely. You were upset he hadn’t called so you must have wanted to see him again, but if that was the case how come you had never called or texted him either. His new phone was the same number, but he’d never heard from you.

“I dunno. I didn’t want to seem clingy or any more desperate than I already did when I asked you out.” Chris’ brows creased.

“Desperate? No, no I thought the way you approached me was so confident. My first impression of you was you were so funny and...well...” He looked at his own hands as they held yours.

“sexy.” He said shyly.

“I’ve missed you making me laugh, I’ve missed hearing yours, and I'd be lying if I said I didn’t miss kissing you too.” He squeezed your hands gently and you finally held his gaze. He had the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen.

“Please y/n, give me another chance?” He chewed at his bottom lip as he waited for your answer. You moved your hands out of his grasp and he frowned a little until he saw you grabbing his phone off the table and typing your number into it.

“If you lose this one skydiving that’s it.” Chris laughed and nodded, taking the phone back from you.

“I’m gonna head out with my friend. I’ll talk to you.” His smile beamed.

“You will. Promise!” You went and met your friend back over at the bar. You walked up by her and ordered a drink. She looked at you waiting. You really hoped she would just drop it and not ask questions but that was not in your friend’s nature to do. The bartender handed you your drink, you paid and quietly nodded thanking her.

“What in the fresh hell was all that about?” You sighed heavily, took a sip of your fresh drink and started at the beginning glancing over at Chris and his friends from time to time. Stealing looks at his profile, his strong jaw and nose, the dimples that appeared when he laughed with one of his buddies, his pouty lips that you had tasted.

“You bitch why didn’t you tell me!?” She smiled as she playfully smacked your shoulder.

“Because it was crazy and I didn’t think he’d actually show up.” She shook her head.

“Yea but he did and seems like he made quite an impression on you.” You took another sip of your drink and shrugged your shoulders. Even after his explanation, you didn’t expect much. You refused to get your hopes up just to have them dashed again.

“He also didn’t call me. I don’t know, I guess we’ll see.” You told your friend as you finished your drink.

“Let’s go home.” And see you did, because true to his word, Chris texted you the very next day. When you saw his name flash across your screen you couldn’t ignore your heart fluttering. He actually texted? You took a deep breath and opened the thread.

Chris- Hey 😊

You- Oh hey Chris

Chris- Do you have any dinner plans tonight?

You- Uh well no I don’t

Chris- I know a really good Vietnamese place, best pho ever! Would you maybe want to go with me and take a walk by the canal?

You still weren’t sure; you were hesitant to say yes. Your fingers hovered over your keyboard as you considered how to answer him. He had asked for a second chance and you had agreed, what was the point if you were only going to turn him down and not actually give him a second chance, especially when he was clearly trying.

You- okay what time?

Chris- I'll pick you up at 6:30?

You- see you then

Chris- can't wait 😊

As soon as plans were made butterflies decided to flock to your stomach. You hurried and got busy with some work around the house to occupy yourself so you didn’t panic the whole time. About an hour before Chris was supposed to be there you took a shower and got ready. You had decided since you were going on a walk after dinner to just wear jeans, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. It was nothing fancy, you didn’t even bother putting make-up on really, some mascara and lip balm, and left your air-dried hair down. You started second guessing your choice of clothes the closer and closer it got to time. When Chris finally knocked on your door you were relieved to see he was also wearing jeans and a hoodie, along with a baseball hat turned backwards that stray curls turned up around the edge of.

“Hey wow, you look great.” He smiled and leaned in kissing your cheek, gently grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

“Oh... thanks, I didn’t really do much.” Chris shook his head.

“You don’t need to, you’re beautiful.” You could feel your face burning and hoped Chris didn’t notice. You did what you always did when you were nervous.

“Thank you. You look like a sexy grim reaper.” Chris laughed.

“You think I’m sexy?” You pulled your door closed and turned around speechless.

“Uh well, I mean...” He leaned in and kissed your cheek again.

“I’m just teasing, come on let's get some food.” You let out a deep breath laughing and headed to the car. On the way to the restaurant, you couldn’t help but notice Chris was being very handsy. Not in an inappropriate or uncomfortable way just if he could have a hand on you, he did. On your back as you walked to the car, gently holding your arm as you got in, his hand through most of the drive sat comfortably on your knee.

Once you got to the restaurant you were seated quickly, you placed your orders then you and Chris both talked while you waited. He showed you the pictures on his friend’s Instagram of their bungee jumping adventure including one of him looking over the rail of the bridge. The caption below said ‘Chris ready to jump without the cord after losing his phone’ You laughed a little and then saw the top comments on the photo.

Chrispy97- I give a shit about the phone it was the number on it that was important!

HanjiQuokka- We know you lost your girlfriend’s number, you whined about it for an hour.

Darkbinnie- and every day since

Chrispy97- 1. Fuck you both I didn’t whine 2. You’d have been whining too if you had met her.

Your cheeks started to feel warm and Chris closed his phone quickly, his ears turning a bright shade of red when he realized you had seen his comments. Luckily for him your food was arriving at the table. A perfect distraction. It looked and smelled delicious. Sitting in front of you were two steaming hot bowls of noodles, fresh herbs, limes, bean sprouts, and a variety of sauces. You both started adding your choice of ingredients to your bowls and then just kind of started talking about your day as if it was the most normal thing, as if you did it every day. About halfway through your ginormous bowl of soup you tapped out.

“If I eat anymore I’m gonna have to be rolled out of here in a wagon.” You didn’t think there was anything you liked hearing more than Chris’ laugh. You especially liked it when his laugh made his dimples appear and his eyes scrunch up and the unexpected little squeak that he made every time.

“I’d have to agree, I think I’ve hit my limit. I’ll go pay and we’ll head down to the canal if you’re still up for it.” You shook your head, a walk after that meal was needed. If you got in his car right now, you’d fall into a coma.

“I’m just gonna run to the bathroom quickly.” He nodded.

“I’ll meet you out front.” Chris headed up to the register and you to the bathroom. You washed your hands and popped a mint in your mouth, then reapplied your lip balm and gave yourself a once over to make sure you weren’t wearing food in your teeth or on your clothes. After the all clear you headed out to meet Chris and headed down to the trail by the canal.

The sun had gone down while the two of you ate and it had turned into a pretty beautiful night. You could see lots of stars and the moon was bright. Your sweatshirt was the perfect choice since it had gotten just a little cooler outside. Chris had grabbed your hand and held it pretty early on into the walk, his fingers laced through yours and squeezed and he continued walking as if it were nothing. Chris told you a little about when he was a dancer, he talked about his family and dog, his job and why he chose it over dancing in the long run. You stuck to telling him surface level stuff at first but Chris was good at pulling your layers away, peeling the onion that was your walls built up for protection and you really started to open up a bit to him.

After your walk Chris drove you home. You both were sitting in his car in front of your place. You had talked through dinner and the walk and you still were chatting and laughing.

“You look really beautiful tonight.” Chris said out of the blue once both of your laughter had died down. You could feel yourself blushing. You shook your head at him.

“I’m just in a sweatshirt Chris, it’s really nothing special.” His hand came up and brushed the hair on your shoulder back as he looked into your eyes deeply.

“Your clothes have nothing to do with it at all. God look at those eyes...” He admired aloud and you were definitely flushed and flustered as he leaned in closer.

“And lips...” Chris closed the space between you and softly pressed his lips to yours. Your hands rested on his shoulders and slid up his neck until your fingers thread through the curls at his nape. You tilted your head and deepened the kiss as Chris cupped your cheek and nibbled at your bottom lip. You sighed and melted against him as his tongue teased and entered your mouth. You had never liked kissing someone as much as you liked kissing Chris. His lips were so soft, his kiss was slow and deep and made you a little lightheaded. You had been making out in his car for a good minute before you finally broke for a full breath of air, your foreheads pressed together as you both caught your breath. You wanted more.

“Um, do... uh... do you want to come inside?” You were surprised to hear it come from your own mouth and Chris looked to be equally surprised. His expression quickly morphed into one of endearment. His thumb softly grazed your cheek back and forth as he took a deep stabilizing breath.

“I would love that y/n I would, but I think we should wait.” He pushed some stray hair out of your eyes. Your face fell as well as your hands away from him and into your lap. You wrung your hands that were suddenly the only thing you were interested in looking at. You felt so stupid suggesting it, you’d only been on two dates, why did that come out of your mouth. The voice was back telling you way to blow it. Chris saw the look on your face and the immediate change in your mood, he quickly jumped into damage control.

“Hey believe me, I WANT to, okay? I really REALLY do but I also really like you and I want to give this a real chance, give us a real chance. Okay?” You swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head.

“Come on I’ll walk you up.” When you got up to your door Chris pulled you close to him by your hips and made you look into his eyes.

“I’ll text you tomorrow, okay?” You shook your head and looked down again, still feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Okay Chris.” He tilted your chin up, leaned in, and kissed you but he could tell something was still off.

“I don’t like leaving you upset.” You shook your head.

“I’m not upset Chris...” He was going to interrupt but you stopped him.

“I’m not upset, I shouldn’t have suggested you coming in so soon and I’m just kind of... embarrassed.” Chris cringed.

“I’m sor...” Now you interrupted.

“Please don’t be sorry, you were the one thinking clearly. You want to take things slow and I agree we should. I understand and respect that so please don’t apologize for it.” Chris nodded and this time you leaned in and kissed him. It was soft, just plump lips pressed together.

“Goodnight Chris.” You whispered against his lips.

“Goodnight y/n.”

At around eight am the next day your text notification went off. You had never grabbed your phone so quickly. It was Chris, of course it was Chris, telling you good morning, hoping you had a good day. From that point on you and him text good morning and good night every day. Even if it was a super busy day and you didn’t get to talk, you both still texted your good morning and good night. You had been on a few more dates as well.

Texting and talking to Chris was effortless and you wondered how that was possible. When you were together you tried to listen but felt like all you did was stare at him he was so beautiful. He did have this uncanny ability to get you to open up though. Maybe because he seemed so genuine, he was never putting on a front or trying to be someone he wasn’t. He was just Chris, ex dancer, foodie, and all-around good human being. As you got to know all these things about Chris, and him about you, you both felt something surmounting.

The sexual tension between the two of you was building each time you saw each other. Lips and hands roamed the other, lingered longer. There was one heated make out session on your couch when you’d had a movie night. You were straddling Chris, his hands traveled up your shirt, you thought he was going to grab your breasts but they came to rest on your waist and his warm hands gently rubbed against your skin before trailing down. Two of his fingers toyed with the waist band of your pants, he gently ran them along the sensitive skin but they moved no further than that. Chris’ phone going off at full volume burst the little bubble the two of you were in that night.

This particular night Chris had made all the plans down to the dress he bought for you. A dress... not typically something you would wear, but he had asked you to humor him, so you did. The dress was the only thing you had any idea about, he left you in the dark with the rest of his plan. The dress was beautiful, made with a flowy soft fabric cut tea length. The top had capped sleeves and buttoned up the front with a scoop neck. Since it was so soft and modest you felt very comfortable in it even though it wasn’t your usual choice in attire. When Chris got there you saw that he was wearing a black short sleeved button up shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks, his signature curls a little more kempt than usual. His shirt unbuttoned one or two lower than normal giving you a good glimpse of the lines of his firm chest. Chris whistled and took your hand holding it up for you to do a little twirl.

“Damn baby girl. You’re stunning.” You did your twirl, your skirt twirling with you and gave him a curtsy when he complimented you.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You pulled the front of his shirt open and peeked down, Chris swatted you away laughing, his ears turning red.

“Hey hey hey.” You both laughed.

“I was just curious.” He side eyed you with a smirk.

“Come on we’re gonna be a little late.” You were about to ask just what you were going to be late to but before you could Chris’ hand was at your back ushering you to his car. It wasn’t long before you were pulling up to what looked like an abandoned building. Chris led you up a set of stairs, down a hall and then through a door into a brightly lit room. When your eyes got adjusted you realized you were in a dance studio with six other nicely dressed people. You stopped in your tracks making Chris stop too. Your eyes were big and you looked nervous.

You looked nervous because you were. Your Valentine’s date had been the one and only time you had ever really danced. There were only three other couples, it was a small group, small enough for everyone to see you mess up and look like and idi... before your internal monolog got going Chris turned to you.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing serious we’re just having fun. The steps don’t matter. Just follow me and feel the music, I’ll do the rest. Trust me okay? Do you trust me?” He squeezed your hand and you felt a little better, still nervous but able to function. You nodded.

“I trust you Chris.” He winked, making you crack a smile then led you over to the group. It turns out they were all friends of his from his dancing days which made you feel a little better and more nervous at the same time. You knew they would be nice but it didn’t mean you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of them. One of the girls who’s dress was far more risqué than yours came up by you and Chris alone smiling. Chris was already rolling his eyes.

“Heyyy Chris.” He waved half-heartedly.

“Hey Cher.” She looked at him and then at you and Chris let out a huff of breath.

“Cher this is y/n, y/n this is Cher, she’s...” She cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

“His ex.” Chris rolled his eyes again and you were suddenly feeling very intimidated. This girl was gorgeous, and she had danced with and kissed Chris too, probably more. You felt a little queasy. Chris looked over at you and you looked pale. He squeezed your hand.

“You okay?” You quickly snapped out of your tailspin of thoughts and shook your head. Chris walked you over away from the group to get some air. He said that you were just waiting for one more person to start, which confused you because that would make it an odd number of people, then Chris explained.

“It’s Minho he’ll be the... instructor for the night.” One of the other guys back in the group groaned.

“Oh god don’t let him hear you call him that, we’ll never hear the end of it and he’ll be Instructor Minho the rest of our lives.” Everyone laughed. Someone from behind the group spoke, halting the last of the chuckling.

“I will now and forever be known as Instructor Minho.” Everyone groaned as you rejoined the group and the same guy from before nudged Chris.

“Way to go Christopher.” Everyone laughed again and greeted the last member of the nights group.

“Alright everyone, get your partner and take your positions.” Chris grabbed your hand and led you to one side of the dance floor and you didn’t miss Cher’s eyes following your every movement. Chris held your hands facing you.

“Remember Valentine’s Day?” You shook your head and Chris put his hands on your hips. You followed his lead and put your hands on his shoulders just like you’d done when you were dancing on Valentine’s Day. Then Minho called out.

“Okay we’ll start with the waltz.” Chris grabbed one of your hands and threaded his fingers through as Minho walked over and pressed play on the radio. You were nervously looking around trying to spot Cher and see if she was still staring and then Chris pulled you closer.

“Step forward when I step back and back when I step forward, I’ve got you yea?” You smiled and nodded and the music started playing. You were a little stiff at first, but Chris just looked into your eyes and led you through the dance, twirling and spinning through the steps. The way your dress moved with the dance made it clear why Chris had chosen it. Before you knew it the song ended and Minho gave out his unrequested observations. He came to you and Chris last. Cher was already smirking. Minho looked at you and you braced yourself for the same scathing review he’d given the others but the sharpness of his features softened.

“You started a little stiff but once you loosened up, towards the end it wasn’t too bad.” You let out the breath you had been holding as if this were some audition. Minho turned to Chris and his cat like eyes narrowed again.

“Stick to your day job Christopher.” They all laughed except Cher this time and Minho walked back over to the radio. You did a couple more dances, each time Minho giving his expert opinion that no one really asked for and Cher staring through you and Chris. Then came the tango. Chris leaned in.

“There’s a bit more spinning in this one, just stay loose. I won’t let you trip or fall.” You shook your head and looked into his eyes.

“I know you won’t.” Chris smiled and kissed your cheek. Your face started burning as your eyes darted around to see if any of the others had seen that, if Cher had. They all seemed to be in their own bubbles though. The music started and Chris’ hips swayed with the rhythm, yours mimicking his. You took a few steps and Chris spun you out and then back in, his body pressed against yours. Suddenly you were nose to nose sharing the same air. Chris’ hand trailed down your arm and grasped your hand bringing it up to join the other on his shoulder, your fingers threaded together around his neck as his hips moved in tandem with yours. Every move you felt more of his firm body pressing against you, his hands gripping your hips firmly and you could feel yourself starting to overheat. The music ended with you out of breath but not just from the dancing.

“Alright alright enough of this stuffy formal shit, let’s have some fun!” Minho flipped a switch and half the lights went off. He pressed something else and different colored lights started spinning around the room, when he hit the button on the radio again some r&b song started playing. Chris pulled you off towards a corner away from everyone else for a little privacy. When he faced you he pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you. You rested yours on his shoulders, your fingers twirling pieces of his curls and you both just moved together no counting, no steps just your bodies pressed together swaying. One of Chris’ hands came up and cupped your cheek, then his lips were pressed to yours and you melted. No one else in that room mattered at that point not even Cher, kissing Chris was the only thing happening, the only thing that mattered.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night.” You smiled, your foreheads pressed together. Chris adjusted a bit somehow pulling you closer and his thigh was suddenly between your legs your skirt draped over his leg. Both his hands on your hips again guiding you to move against him. You clenched at the idea of riding that strong thigh and you wonder if he felt it. When the music finally stopped you were blushing, breathless, and a little sweaty. Minho’s voice cut through the silence and you both snapped out of it.

“Is there a bathroom I can use?” You whispered. You needed to splash a little water on your face and cool down a bit. Chris shook his head and showed you where the bathrooms were just outside of the doors you’d walked through, Cher watched intently. In the bathroom you ran the cold water and dabbed a damp paper towel across your face and neck. You felt better immediately, you were getting hot from dancing and the tension between you and Chris, which always lingered, was more prevalent than ever that night. You were willing to wait as long as he wanted but it was getting harder and harder to not touch him in every way and everywhere that you wanted.

You tossed the paper towel in the trash and headed out to meet back up with Chris. You pushed the door open, walked out into the dark hall and you were met by two people. As your eyes adjusted to the dark hall you realized it was two people kissing, one of the couples must have snuck out into the hall for a little privacy.

“Oh! Sor-” You went to excuse yourself and once you could see clearly you saw Chris and Cher standing there inches apart now facing you. Your eyes went wide and you couldn’t stop the whimper that left you.

“Sorry to interrupt.” You choked out. You bowed your head and walked off with tears welling in your eyes. Chris pushed Cher off of him.

“y/n wait!” He went to go after you and Cher stopped him.

“Sabotaging my relationship isn’t going to make me get back together with you so get over it already Cher. Fuck!” Chris turned and started after you. You burst out the front door onto the street and took a deep breath of the cool night air. Tears were still streaming down your face as you looked around. That’s when you remembered Chris had driven you there and you had no idea where to go. Chris came rushing out the door just a minute or two after you. He was relieved when he found you.

“Oh thank go-” You backed away from him and he stopped. When he saw your face tear streaked, your eyes puffy and red his heart broke.

“y/n...I swear that wasn’t what you think.” You turned to walk away and Chris ran and blocked you.

“Please listen! I didn’t even know she was going to be here tonight.” You turned and started walking in the opposite direction.

“Well, whether you knew or not, clearly you have unfinished business so...” Chris ran around and blocked you again gently gripping your shoulders this time.

“She might, I don’t. The day I found out she was cheating on me I was done. She’s hoping for something that died a long time ago.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes and he continued.

“y/n you’re who I want. I was waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. Cher came out of the studio and when you walked out she threw herself on me and kissed me. I’m so sorry I never meant for any of this to happen I just wanted to plan a special date because you deserve our first night to be special.”

“Our first what?” You asked.

“I planned all of this with the hope of us spending the night together and now it’s ruined, she ruined everything.” You stood there speechless and Chris sighed.

“Come on I’ll take you home.” He walked towards his car and opened the passenger door for you. You walked over and stood in front of him.

“We don’t have to let her ruin it if we don’t want to.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him. Chris was caught off guard at first but quickly deepened the kiss. He held you and kissed you with so much passion it took your breath away. His tongue invaded your mouth and he pulled you closer, his hands roaming down your body stopping on your ass. Chris squeezed and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. He started kissing down your jaw and neck and you thread your fingers through his hair tilting your head back as he ravaged you. He finally forced himself to remove his lips from your skin, both of you panting and blushing, you chewing at your bottom lip.

“We need to get out of here before I... well... just... we should go.” Chris helped you into the car. You giggled at him as he then ran around and got in, taking off towards your house post haste. When you got home Chris walked you up to your door. You unlocked and opened it, then turned to Chris. The car ride had been filled with comfortable silence and the radio was softly playing, underneath the both of you were buzzing with anticipation though. Now you stood in front of each other in that same silence, that same tension until Chris finally broke it.

“Look I just wanna say, about Che-” He started but you kissed him cutting off what he was saying.

“You don’t have to explain. Forget her.” You kissed him again.

“Forget who...” He joked and you laughed. Chris held your face, his palms rested against your cheeks, his thumbs gently grazing your skin. Then he kissed you and backed you through your open doorway, hungrier than he’d ever kissed you before, his hands running down your body. He closed your front door by turning and pushing you against it. He was rough but gentle at the same time somehow. He lifted you and your legs wrapped around Chris’ midsection, his hands firmly gripping the back of your thighs under your bunched up skirt, holding you up as his lips left a wet trail down your neck and chest.

“God you’re so beautiful,” He whispered against your skin, his lips unwilling to part from your body.

“So beautiful.” His lips were on yours again devouring you little by little. You ran your fingers through his curls and gently tugged earning a low growl deep from his chest.

“Fuck Chris if you keep making noises like that you’re gonna end me.” He laughed and his warm breath spread across your skin. He started unbuttoning the top of your dress as he sucked a mark under your ear.

“Is this okay, tell me if I’m moving too fast...” You stopped him. He stood there wrapped in your legs, dress half open, hickey getting darker on your neck by the minute. You ran your hands down his chest, grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying across your foyer. You pulled his sleeves down and tossed his shirt aside. When you got a glimpse of his firm body unobstructed your mouth practically watered for him. You only had one request.

“Don’t stop.” Chris kissed you again as he unfastened the rest of your buttons exposing the pretty lace bra you had on underneath. The top of your breasts were spilling out of the cups. Chris pressed you more firmly against the door with his hips, his hard on pressing against your throbbing center. His hands gripped your breasts over your bra squeezing them before pulling the cups down and exposing your hard nipples. His mouth was wrapped around one and you gripped his curls with both hands as your head tilted back against the door. His mouth felt amazing, he only let go of the one nipple to suck on the other.

“Chris mmmplease...” He looked up at you, his eyes were dark and lust blown, you’d never seen him so ravenous.

“Please what baby girl, tell me what you want.” You pecked his lips softly and looked at him with big wanting eyes.

“Take me to bed Chris.” His heart swelled and he kissed you, his lips gentle, not rushed in the slightest anymore. He turned and headed towards the hall to your room, carrying you with your legs still locked around his torso. Once you were by your bed Chris put you down and as soon as your toes hit the ground you immediately pulled the shoulders of your dress down and let it pool around your feet. You stood in front of Chris in cute matching lace panties and bra. His mouth dropped and he could feel his cock straining against his briefs.

“Holy shit.” You, in a sudden burst of bold energy, reached for Chris’ fly and started to unbutton his pants. The way the lines of his firm muscles trailed into those pants made you eager to get them off and see just what they led to. When Chris’ fly was open you leaned in and kissed him as you slid your hand inside his pants and felt his length over his underwear. You gave him a gentle squeeze and felt him twitch in your hand as he groaned.

“Fuck that feels good...” You hummed and started stroking him over the fabric.

“Chris?” He made himself open his eyes and look at you while you still rubbed his cock.

“Can I suck you off?” He was surprised by your request.

“You want to?” You gave him a small nod.

“I do, I want to taste you Chris, want to make you feel good.” He got a little lightheaded just thinking about your sweet lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck okay baby girl yea, if you want to.” You got down on your knees in front of him and pulled down his pants and briefs. When his erection sprung free from its confines he grabbed it and started stroking with one hand and gently rested his other in your hair. You licked your lips to wet them and then they were on Chris’ cock and he thought he may actually malfunction. He gently gripped your hair as you took more of him into your mouth.

“Yes, so good, just a little more.” The tip of Chris’ dick hit the back of your throat and you gagged pulling off, a little string of spit following. You stroked his cock as you looked up at him.

“It’s so big! Mmm...” You took him into your mouth again and started bobbing up and down, your tongue flat pressing on the bottom of his cock. Every time the tip rubbed against your tongue he shuttered. Chris gathered your hair into a ponytail to keep it out of your face, he had to watch you as his dick disappeared into your mouth over and over while you sucked and hummed in satisfaction. He groaned.

“It feels so fucking good baby, does it taste good?” You looked up at him nodding and humming as you continued sucking and Chris honest to god thought he was going to cum.

“You’re so pretty when you look up at me like that baby girl.” He gently ran the back of his hand down your cheek as you continued looking into his eyes while you went down on him.

“So pretty. Come here beautiful.” Chris pulled you up and kissed you. His hands made quick work of your bra and panties, and he laid you back on your bed. He ran his hands up your thighs and spread your legs apart. He looked up at you and raised one of his perfectly arched eyebrows at you silently asking permission which you granted in the form of a small nod. That was all Chris needed and his face was buried between your legs eager to repay you the pleasure you had just been giving him.

“Oh my god! Chris!” He had you going zero to a hundred really quick. You clamped your thighs around his head but that only egged him on. The way he just knew where to lick what to suck when to hum, he knew what he was doing.

“Chris... I’m... FUck...” You gripped his curls and tried not to pull too hard as you came on his tongue. Waves of pleasure lapping at you as Chris did. Chris crawled up and caged you in is arms. He nuzzled against your cheek and then softly kissed it.

“You’re even prettier when you cum baby girl.” You finally were able to open your eyes and look up at him. His eyes almost sparkled as he looked down at you and it made your heart swell. You kissed him soft and sweet and he smiled as you pushed him to sit back against your headboard. You climbed in his lap and his hands instantly found your ass and squeezed.

“You’re gonna ride it?” You bit your lip and nodded. Chris squeezed your ass again pulling you forward so your pussy grazed across his cock and he could feel how soaked you were for him. Then you lined him up with your entrance and slowly started sitting on Chris’ cock. When he was buried deep inside you there was a collective gasp from the both of you.

“S-so so bii-big, feels s-so good.” Chris got himself together so that he could speak again.

“It’s big baby girl? You take it so well.” You rolled your hips feeling him rub deep inside you.

“Fuck! Do that again oh my god!” Chris moaned out and you rolled your hips again, you could feel your clit rubbing against him and Chris groaned out again. The sounds he made were so pretty, like music to your ears you rolled them again and this time Chris growled and sat up wrapping an arm around you, pushing you all the way down on his cock roughly and kissed you.

“You trying to make me cum inside you? Is that what you want baby girl?” You shook your head no but the look on your face said otherwise. You did, you wanted to feel his warmth all over in everyway. You wanted him to cum deep inside you. He wrapped your legs around him and laid you back on the bed again still buried deep inside you.

“I’ll give you my cum if you want it but there’s one thing you need to know.” He leaned down and kissed you as he gave you a deep thrust making you moan out.

“Whaaat...” He kissed you again and then whispered against your lips.

“Once I fill you up, you’re mine.” You clenched around his cock when he said that. Chris sat up and grabbed a hold of your hips for leverage. He looked down at you panting and blushing underneath him. He thrust in and out a couple of times testing the waters so to speak and then his pace quickened and he pushed harder, deeper. He licked two fingers and played with your clit as he fucked you raw.

“Chris’ it’s so big god feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” He leaned down, caging you in his arms and did just that.

“Good girl yes, fuck so pretty, taking my cock so well, you want it hard I’ll give it to you hard baby girl.” He started to rail you, your legs wrapped around him rocking into him at his rhythm, taking him whole, taking him hard.

“Let go baby let go for me.” His panting whisper of a plea in your ear sent you teetering into your second orgasm of the night and while the other was like waves this was a tsunami. It took you out entirely. All you could do was hold onto Chris solid body, wrapped around him as he continued fucking you harder chasing his own release.

“You gonna let me fill you up baby girl? Fu-fuck you’re gonna take my cum yea?” You moaned out his name still riding the high of your orgasm.

“Chris!! Fuck yes give it to me, I’m yours fuck it deep want all of you inside me.” Chris sat up and pulled his hips flush with yours burying himself to the hilt, holding you down on his cock as he came deep inside you.

“Fuck! Oh god fuck I’m coming baby.” You were coming down finally and started squirming a little still trying to find some friction.

“Aht aht baby girl be good and hold still while I give it to you.” Chris thrusted deeper as his seed got pushed further inside you. When he was spent he fell over next to you on the bed gasping for air and laughing a little, giddy from the head buzz from his orgasm. You reached over and stroked the head of his cock making him twitch from overstimulation. A bead of cum leaked from his tip and you leaned down licking it off. Chris’ whole body shuddered. He looked at you eyes slightly narrowed playfully. You ran your fingers through your slit and rubbed the cum leaking from you against your clit and then sucked your fingers.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ║ ❝𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

(A/n) ➳ Started watching Hazbin Hotel again, gotta say, it’s a good show. I was hoping to get to the next chapter sooner. I thank you guys for being patient, I seriously had a massive writer’s block.

Word Count ➳ 1.7k

Content Warnings ➳ Swearing, light sexual content, mentions of anger issues, mentions of abuse, mention of unrequited love, mentions of marriages, alcohol use, mentions of criminal investigation…

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“DON’T YOU MEAN THAT SHIT DINER?”

You let out a playful scoff, acting offended. “Well excuse you Daryl, The Golden Bite is an amazing diner!” You spoke to him over the phone.

That’s when your coworker, Annie came walking with a plate in hand that had a half eaten burger. “Still tastes like cardboard.” She sang as she headed back to the kitchen.

“Annie-”

“Still not gettin’ it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Gonna come and say it to my face?” You flinched at the loud voices coming from the kitchen, Annie was once again arguing with the cooks.

You don’t blame her, the cooks the manager hired are shit and so is the quality of the food. It’s a shock that this place hadn’t been shut down yet.

You heard Daryl laugh and the infamous sound of his motorcycle. “I still wanna live another day and get another taste, still thinkin’ of ya.”

Your face immediately became hot, you thought you would break your phone with how tight you were clutching it.

“Daryl!” You harshly whispered.

“I’m an honest man and I’m honest when I say, I wanna bend you over my bike again.”

“I’m at work!”

“That ain’t gonna stop me.”

Annie poked her head around the corner. “Oh yeah, Meredith said that the sheriff wants you. Ain’t taking anybody else.” She disappeared before you could retort.

“That’s my cue.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Judas.” You set your phone in your pocket and looked over your shoulder for a quick glance, right by the window.

Shane sat at the table, looking over the menu as if he hadn’t been here for the hundredth time. You snapped your head back at the coffee machine the second his eyes drifted away from the menu.

You were still reeling from the conversation you had with him before, the two of you hadn’t talked, texted, or called each other. He didn’t stop by whenever he was in the neighborhood, did he feel guilty?

You walked to his table with a pen and notepad in hand. “Hey, Shane, what can I get you?”

“Just the special and a large coffee, nothin’ in it.”

“I’ll get that-”

“Can you give me a minute?” Shane interrupted you.

You looked up from your notepad and lifted an eyebrow. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“Jus’ sit, I won’t be long.”

You sighed. “If I get busted, it’s gonna be on your head, Walsh. I need this job.”

Shane chuckled. “You could always become a stay at home wife.”

You scoffed, clicking your pen. “Yeah? Who the hell’s gonna deal with my bullshit?”

“Me as your husband.”

Your heart sank into your stomach. “What?” You needed to bite this in the bud, like Amy said. “Look Shane, I don’t think-”

“You say that but what ‘bout later? Down the line? What happens when the jackass becomes borin’? Or worse? Hurts you?”

You could only shake your head in disbelief, Daryl was many things. He’s wild, secretive, and could be distant at times but he would never hurt you.

“Seriously? Do you really think that low of Daryl?! You don’t even know him.”

“Do you even know him?”

“That’s-”

“Do you know where the guy lives or any idea what he does for a livin’?” Shane then grabbed your wrist to pull you closer, his hot breath hitting your face. “I know you, (Y/n). I know that you like to chase after people who ain’t good for you and you know it! He’s one of them. And I know you’re better and safer with me.”

“I don’t-!”

“Pardon me!” Annie made you both jump back, Shane releasing his tightening grip. “Are you lovebirds done arguing?”

“Annie-!”

“Because we would like you to keep the volume down or take it outside.” Annie cut you off before you could even explain. “Or you can get back to work and not lose this job.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, scurrying off to the kitchen.

Annie’s eyes turned to Shane who she glared at. “You ain’t good for her. Not even close.” She turned on her heel and followed you.

She found you in the break room, rubbing your arms and taking deep breaths. She could see it in your eyes, the slight anger.

“Need me to ask Miguel to toss that guy out?” Annie placed a hand on your shoulder.

“No, no.” You waved her off, your hands now fidgeting with your fingers. “I don’t know what that was.”

“That was a glimpse of an asshole.” Annie explained. “And a jealous one from what I heard, no ‘mout of therapy can fix that man.”

“You could never know-”

“I know ‘em (Y/n).”

“He’s probably cooled off by now.” You took one final deep breath. “I’m jus’ gonna hear what else he gotta say then I’m done, I’m out of here.”

“Workin’ or him?”

“Most likely both.”

Meredith peered into the break room. “Think she’s gonna reject him?”

Annie shook her head, her hands on her hips as she took a couple steps out the break room, seeing you sit back down with Shane. “The girl loves thrill and danger. Safety is never in her handbook.”

“Worried for ‘er?”

“I’m scared shitless.”

“Look, (Y/n) I know I ain’t your type of guy. But it could all change.” Shane explained.

“I ain’t got time for this, I ain’t got time for whatever you’re dreamin’ of. It’s all it is, a dream.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I do.” You retracted your hand when he went for it, speaking as sternly as you could without drawing the attention of customers. “And if you understand, you would stop askin’ ‘bout this guy.”

“I’ll understand when I get the chance to show you that a life with me is a safer choice than whatever you have with that guy.”

You groaned, was he really going to do this to himself? “You would rather be in a loveless marriage?”

“It ain’t gonna be loveless. What I’m askin’ you to do is to go out with me.”

“HE SAID WHAT?!” Andrea snatched the pillow that hid your frustrated expression, she threw it behind her and asked the same question again, even louder if possible.

“You heard me.” You mumbled.

You didn’t know how to feel other than uncomfortable. The lump in your throat didn’t want to leave, making you feel bothered.

“What did you say?!”

“Didn’t say anythin’, told me to think ‘bout it.”

“Dammit (Y/n)!”

“I know!” You stopped her before she could scold you. “I know I should’ve said no!”

“But you gotta admit, he’s gotta be loaded with cash.”

“...He kinda is.”

“S-Seriously?”

You nodded, you grabbed another pillow to squeeze at, trying to sooth yourself. “There would be times where Shane would pay for my expenses, like rent and water.”

“Oh he’s serious ‘bout you.”

“That’s the sad part. Even if things didn’t work out with Daryl, I don’t want Shane to be a second option jus’ ‘cause I couldn’t have Daryl or it becomes borin’. I wanna be sure that if I choose Shane, it’s gotta be true.”

You jumped at the sound of the wine bottle being popped open, you stared at Andrea as she poured you a rather large glass of wine.

“Then go see Shane.”

“Y’know I can’t-”

“See Shane and see how you feel. If nothin’ changes or worse comes to worst, you feel repulsed, then tell ‘im. You can continue to see Daryl with Shane hanging over your head.”

Andrea pushed the glass into your hands. “And what if it doesn’t? What if I end up fallin’ for him?”

“Then you could lose a man you love or a man who’s only sticking ‘round when he needs you to blow or fuck.”

“Daryl doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Then that’s worse, choosing between two guys is a fuckin’ nightmare.”

‘Im on my way’

You read the text again from Shane, silently hoping all of this was just a dream and you never heard Shane asking you out.

You shut your phone and stared into the mirror, you sighed, taking your tenth pair of earrings off. You were annoyed with yourself, how hard was it to say no? Especially to Shane?

The knocking on your door made you annoyed even more, you weren’t in the mood for a guest but it dropped when you saw Carl with Rick… Carl with Rick.

You opened your door. “Hey Rick.” Then you turn to the boy. “Carl!”

Carl quickly wrapped his arms around you, nearly knocking you down. You could never stay mad at the boy.

Rick stepped in and closed your door. “I’m callin’ in a favor.”

“Shoot.” You said, managing to get his arms off to get him a little snack.

“Lori’s mom canceled on us and I know your workin’ tomorrow. I was hopin’ if you could look after Carl after your shift. Jus’ for a couple hours.”

“It’s no problem, you know I don’t mind takin’ care of your rascal.”

“Hey!” His shout made you stick out your tongue at him playfully.

“So… What’s gotcha all dolled up? Goin’ out with that guy?”

“What guy-? How did you know I was talkin’ to someone?” Rick fumbled over his words. “Grimes.”

“Shane, he was worried ‘bout you.”

“Jeez, y’know I can take care of myself.”

“Said that last time, remember what happened?”

You rolled your eyes. “It was once.”

“Three times, three guys who broke your heart.”

“It was nothin’. They were nothin’. They jus’ broke up with me, nothin’ crazy.”

“You say that now but what if it’s different?” Rick pulled you away from Carl and whispered. “What if he has a criminal record or is involved in some deep shit?”

“I can find that out.”

“And so can I but quicker, jus’ give me a name.”

“I ain’t gonna give you shit, Grimes.” You walked back to Carl. Your smile came back as you watched Carl become happy when you let him get some more.

Rick wanted to get it out of you, but if he couldn’t get it out of you, surely Carl could.

You could never say no to him.

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w1ldthoughts · 10 months

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Please don’t say “I told you so”

a/n: This is my first work I’ve ever posted on here from a random idea in my head. Please let me know what you think and if you’d like to read more!

Warnings: Fainting, hospital visit, 911 call.

Summary: Jack has been overworking himself. Will he listen to you and slow down or will it all catch up to him?

Masterlist

It all started with a stomach ache. He chalked it up to eating breakfast too fast that morning so he could get back to rehearsing. In the last leg of his small tour he wanted to mix it up so the fans wouldn’t hear the same show as others before them. You knew something was off with him when he put his hand on his stomach for the third time in the last hour.

“You okay, babe?” You mused, trying to keep the worry out of your voice but he caught it anyway.

“Yeah I’m fine,” he kissed the side of your head. “Just gonna grab some water and a nap before the show tonight. Wanna join me?”

After nodding your head excitedly, you and Jack walked hand in hand down the tunnel where he had a car waiting to take you both back to the hotel. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was out, light snores coming out of his slightly open mouth and you felt bad for staring but—you’d never get tired of admiring your boyfriend’s beauty. Even after two years of dating.

His cheeks were a little flushed so you placed a hand on his forehead to check his temperature but he didn’t feel warm so that made it easier for you to take a power nap of your own. The tour had been so fun yet so exhausting and you weren’t even the one performing so it was impossible to even imagine how Jack was feeling. Every other night for the last week he was on stage and it was wearing him out to say the least.

You woke up feeling a lot more refreshed but the curly haired boy to your left looked paler than usual, which is saying a lot.

He took one look at your face and sighed. “Please don’t start. I know that look. We’ve got one show left and then I’ll be home to do absolutely nothing for the next month.”

“You swear?”

“Cross my heart.” He whispers with a smile.

I’ll be home to do absolutely nothing for the next month. All men do is lie.

You were so excited to get back to Louisville and actually spend some quality time with Jack but after three days of what he called “house arrest” he claimed he just needed to be at the studio to listen to some tracks that had been sent over.

“I’ll be back in an hour—two hours, tops.” He promised. Not wanting to be an unsupportive partner, you let him go.

He didn’t come home until close to 3am.

Nothing in the world sounded more appealing than pretending to be asleep and not start a fight but he really had forced your hand this time. As soon as he walked into your shared bedroom you turned on the lamp.

“Oh shit babe. You didn’t have to wait up for me. I lost track of time with the guys in the studio—”

“I’m gonna be honest, I really don’t give a fuck Jackman.” You stated blankly, trying to keep your voice even.

“Wow, full government. Okay goodnight y/n.”

“No I don’t think so.” You scoff. “I’ve been trying to keep it real cute but tour’s over. You promised you’d slow down and actually get some rest but we haven’t even been home for a week and you’re already rushing off to the studio for hours on end.

You’re literally working so hard it’s making you sick Jack. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, “so I should tell Pharrell I can’t work on the stuff he sent tomorrow because I have a headache and my stomach hurts a little bit? Yeah great idea y/n, let’s hear some more.

“My career is at its peak right now and I need to seize every fucking opportunity because everyone is coming for my spot. Yeah I gotta sacrifice some shit and go to work when I don’t feel the best but guess what? I’m a grown ass man and I will decide if I need a break or not. Can we please go to sleep now?”

“I think I’m gonna sleep in one of the guest rooms.” Your voice cracks, feeling defeated at this conversation not going the way you’d hoped. Jack’s gaze softens a bit as you grab your favorite blanket and make your way to the door. “I love you. Very much. But I’m not gonna sit here and watch you work yourself to the bone. Do what you feel like you have to but—I don’t think I wanna keep watching you wither away right in front of my eyes. It’s too much.”

He didn’t say anything else after that so you knew where he stood on the matter. The next morning you realize that he was already gone and after a rare and desperate morning run to clear your head, you felt bad. Jack was a capable adult who had been living this insane lifestyle since before you so maybe he did have it all under control. Either way you decided to be the bigger person and bring him lunch at the studio.

Urban was the first one to greet you with a smile and a hug, thanking you for saving him from potential starvation. Jack was stepping out of the booth as everyone started to dig in and the air immediately got tense.

“We’ll just take this food into the other room and let y’all settle this.” Clay mumbled with a plate in hand, eager to get out of this extremely awkward situation. He’d already had to listen to his brother complain the entire ride to the studio a few hours before, he didn’t want to hear anything more about it until everything was resolved. All he knew was that you were right and he was on your side of this whole thing.

“You two better fix this.” Neelam said, patting you on the back on her way out the door.

“Hi.” Is all you could muster up right now.

“Hi.” He bites the inside of his cheek with a hand on his abdomen. Fighting with his favorite person in the world made everything hurt more.

“I’m sorry.” You both say simultaneously. Even in the midst of a disagreement you’re still in sync.

“Jack, I was being dramatic last night. You’re an adult and you take great care of yourself and I’m sorry I’ve been on your ass about work. I just—“

“You were looking out for me, I get it. Probably could have handled it better myself.” He says, clearing his throat and patting his chest.

Furrowing your brows but not wanting to resume World War III, you opened your arms and said “come here.”

He took a step forward before he stopped, shaking his head and blinking several times like there was something in his eyes.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh huh.” He lied. “Just got a little dizzy, I’m fine.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re obviously not fine! Why don’t you just call it a day. I’ll take you home, you can lay down and—Jack?”

It was like time was moving in slow motion and it was a miracle you got there fast enough to catch his upper body and gently try to lower him to the ground. Even though he was much taller and heavier now that he was basically dead weight, you were operating on pure adrenaline and could probably lift a truck if someone asked.

“Oh my god. Somebody call 911.” You yell out, tears brimming your eyes as you checked his pulse and were met with a steady heartbeat. The only other thing you could remember from your CPR training for work a few months ago was to keep him on his back and hope that he’d be conscious soon.

Urban is the first person to rush back into the room and you’d never seen him more worried than seeing his best friend on the floor. Clay followed closely behind him and immediately knelt down next to you to get his brother to wake up, lightly shaking him and calling his name repeatedly while Neelam stood in the doorway on the phone with dispatch.

“What the hell happened?” Clay asks, shaking Jack’s shoulder again. Urban stood in the corner of the room, motionless.

“I don’t—I don’t know. We were just talking and he was fine but then he wasn’t. He—he said he was dizzy and then he just fell. I ran over to catch him but he was just…out.” Your voice trembles.

Jack’s eyes flutter open and he looks at you and Clay, his face free of any readable expression. “Why am I on the floor?”

All three of you release a collective sigh of relief, especially Urban who you swear wiped a tear from his eyes.

“Ambulance is about 5 minutes out, who’s riding with him?” Neelam asks.

The most beautiful set of blue eyes meet yours again as Urban comes over to help you gently sit him up. You feel relaxed enough to sit next to him as Clay brings him a bottle of water which Jack thanks him for.

“You passed out, babe. Like straight up collapsed to the floor.”

“That shit almost gave me a fucking heart attack bro. Don’t you ever do that shit to me again.” Urban scolds him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Jack puts his free hand on top of it and gives Urban’s hand a few pats.

Your boyfriend then leans his head on your shoulder and allows you to place a few kisses onto the side of his head.

“I’m sorry for scaring you baby. And you too, y/n.” He jokes, earning a few laughs.

Everyone decided it would be smarter to have Urban and Clay ride in the ambulance with Jack so you could drive him home afterwards in your car since he didn’t drive himself to the studio. Maggie and Brian met you in the waiting room with hugs. Clay and Urban walked in a few minutes later to announce that they’d brought Jack upstairs to run some tests.

God you felt so shitty. You knew he wasn’t feeling well and you didn’t plead your case enough for him to stay home. Now here all of you sit in the ER, hoping that there isn’t anything actually serious going on with him.

“I can practically hear you beating yourself up in your head. Stop doing it. We’ve all been around him the last week and I easily could’ve told him to slow down too. But I didn’t. You’re not alone.” Urban reassures you, occupying the plastic chair to your right.

“Yeah I know but—I’m his partner. I should’ve hid his phone or his studio keys or something.”

He laughs, letting out a deep sigh. “Jack would’ve found a way. You know his ass is stubborn.” He leans forward, putting his hands together as he shakes his head.

“Urby, you okay?”

“I’m cool. Just really hated seeing him like that.” He whispers. “He’s my family, you know? We don’t do anything or go anywhere without each other and like—I don’t even wanna think about what I would do without him.” He sniffs and you pull him in for a hug.

“Might be real dramatic for this but when I heard you yelling and saw him laying there like that? My heart just fell to my ass forreal.”

“I know. He’s gonna be okay though, we’ll make sure of it.” You chuckle.

“Good he better be. He owes me some of the finest weed in the world stressing me out like that. I need a blunt so bad right now.” All you could do with that was shake your head.

A few minutes later a nurse came in to take your group up to Jack’s private suite.

The doctor told everyone that it was stress related stomach ulcers and he’d need to take a series of antibiotics for 10 days, avoid acidic foods and bed rest for the first two days on the medication. He’d need to stay overnight to ensure that there was no adverse reaction to the meds he’d already been given but otherwise he was ready to be discharged in the morning bearing no issues. His parents thanked the doctors and you stepped out to let them have a moment with him. Then Clay and Urban went in while you texted Neelam an update.

“Sweetheart? He’s asking for you.” Maggie says with a soft smile. “I’ll come by tomorrow afternoon to check on him when he gets home to make sure he’s not getting on your nerves too much if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is. I’ll text you when we get home and you can come by anytime you know you’re more than welcome. I’m sure I’ll be needing the company anyway to drown out what I’m sure will be a lot of ‘I’m bored when can I go back to work?’”

She laughs softly at your Jack impression, wrapping you up in a warm embrace. “Thank you for always taking such good care of him.”

“Thank you for giving birth to the love of my life.” You reply, squeezing her hand as she catches up with her husband who already hugged you goodbye before he went to double check the schedule with the nurses. He didn’t outwardly show it but he was definitely worried about his firstborn. It was sweet.

You made your way into the suite and made a beeline for Jack who was perched in bed holding a cup of cranberry juice. “Well if it isn’t sleeping beauty himself.” You exclaim, parking yourself at the foot of his bed.

He snorts into his cup before putting it on the bedside table. “I see you got jokes already. You’re not funny by the way. Not even a little.”

“Tell that to the smile on your face. But seriously, how are you feeling bub?”

“Good.” He sighs, leaning his head back against the mountain of pillows. “A lot better. C’mere.”

You migrate up to his side, trying to get as close to him as possible with the wires and his IV in the way. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling so sick?”

“I didn’t think it was that bad and after last night I was being petty and I didn’t want to admit you might be right about me slowing down. Guess you were a little bit more than right cause now I got bed rest to look forward to.” He pouts.

“Poor baby.” You coo, running your fingers through his hair.

“At least I’ll have you to be my sexy nurse?” Jack states, rubbing his hands together. This man can’t be serious.

“Yes. Me and Urban.” The man next to you wipes the smile off his face immediately and opens his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. “You really scared him and he’s probably not going to let you out of his sight for the next 6 months. To be fair, you scared me too.”

“I know. I’m sorry babe. I just—I don’t know. This fame shit is so temporary and fragile, I don’t want to get complacent. Next thing I know I’m a fucking has been. That’s the last thing I want because you know I love this shit and I worked my ass off to get here.”

You turn and face him. “Jackman Thomas you are the most talented person I know. And I know you love the grind but you can also love yourself a little bit more in the process. People like Pharrell and Drake and all these people who respect you and want to work with you are there for a reason. You aren’t going anywhere, believe that. But if you work yourself as hard as you’ve been then you’ll just burn out. I love Jack Harlow the MC and performer but you? My Jackie poo? You’re the light of my life and I don’t wanna see that light go out as long as I live. I won’t let it.”

He smiles sheepishly, peppering kisses all over your face. “Thank you baby, I really needed to hear that.”

“You’re welcome. Now get some sleep. We’re in bed, let’s get to the resting part.”

“You gon milk this bed rest thing huh?”

“It’s either that or ‘I told you so.’ So you might wanna get used to it, pookie.” You give him a peck on the cheek.

“You’re so lucky I love you.”

“Oh I’m lucky? Boy if it wasn’t for me you would’ve had a knot on the side of your head the size of a grapefruit. I saved you.”

He sighs. “Maybe you’re right. You did save me. Don’t know what I’d do without you, my knight in shining armour.”

“Uh huh, you’re welcome princess. Now get some sleep cause your bed rest is going to include an entire rewatch of Empire.”

He might’ve groaned and complained but by episode two he was more into it than you were. But he would never actually admit that. It would only be another opportunity for you to say “I told you so.”

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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Hair

Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob feels disappointed when he can't do elaborate hairstyles on his daughter so you let him practice on you.

wc: 1.6k

a/n: I really love dad!bob, enjoy!

Bob loved Tuesday and Thursday mornings, his schedule alternated with yours at Top Gun allowing at least one of you to get your favorite first grader off to school. The sunlight poured into his bedroom and Bob Floyd was a master at rising with the sun. His phone’s alarm rarely went off, but his favorite alarm was the slow crawling on his bed and hushed giggles.

He stayed still with his eyes shut, as the giggles grew closer and his body began to dip to one side. “Daddy,” Amy whispered, poking his cheek with her finger. Suddenly his blue eyes opened wide and his arms escaped the blanket to pull her in for a tight bear hug.

“Good morning,” he growled playfully as he rolled her onto his chest, blowing raspberries into her neck.

“Daddy stop, it tickles!” she yelled through fits of giggles, her body becoming dead weight on his chest.

Bob laughed and tossed her to the side, letting her bounce on your side of the bed. Amy took in deep breaths in between giggles and straightened her glasses. “Hold on, hold on,” Bob groaned sleepily as he reached over to the bedside table and fetched his glasses. “I can see you better now, darlin’,” he said kindly as he rolled over, pushing her bangs back.

“Will you do my hair before school?” she asked. Bob sat up and stretched his arms above his head before running his fingers through his short blond hair.

“Of course, Ames.”

Amy gasped in excitement and grabbed his hand, tugging him towards the connecting bathroom. She got out all her little hair ties and her favorite brush that you used on her, it always made her scalp feel good when you dragged it through her hair after she showered. Bob stood behind her and gently ran the brush through her hair, apologizing every time he hit a nasty tangle. “What do you want me to do today?” he asked.

“Can you do the braids like in Black Widow? The one, the one where it’s up and twisted,” Amy rambled the details, using her hands to illustrate what she wanted. Bob’s lips slightly parted in confusion, his limited hair knowledge really put to the test as she used words he didn’t know. Bob knew the bare minimum, you were the hair wizard in the house.

“Darlin’-”

Amy’s eyes looked up at him through the reflection in the mirror, her smile dipping ever so slightly as she saw his confused expression. She loved her dad more than anything in this life, she wanted him to feel proud of himself for doing her hair. She put her idea on the back burner and faked a bright smile. “Wait wait! Can you do a french braid like Natasha’s? I’d rather have that,” she lied.

That he could do. Bob smiled softly and began to part her hair into three parts, “Of course,” he hummed.

Once he was done, Amy ran her fingers over the back of her hair, feeling every part of the braid to ensure its quality. “Thank you, daddy,” she said cheerfully, giving him a quick hug before skipping out of the room.

As soon as his daughter exited the room, Bob’s face fell, disappointment washing over him. He knew his mini-me like the back of his hand; every face, every movement, every tone of her soft voice, he knew how she was feeling. The WSO saw how her face drooped when he couldn’t do what she wanted…he felt like a shit father. He hated it more that she felt like she had to lie to him. The small storm cloud followed him all day.

You sighed in relief as you walked inside the house that evening, throwing your duffle bag on the ground and throwing the car keys into the little glass bowl by the door. You walked through your quiet home and found Amy coloring by the tv. “How was school today?” you asked softly, not wanting to scare her.

Amy turned around with a grin and jumped up off the ground, running and leaping into your arms. You caught her and pressed a kiss to her cheek, fixing her aviators that slid down her nose. “It was good, I had a spelling test… I did good.”

You smiled and kissed her cheek again, “I’m so proud of you, baby bob. Where’s your daddy?”

She looked over your shoulder and pointed at the staircase, “He’s upstairs,” she yawned. You smiled and put her back down on the ground, telling her to clean up before bedtime as you walked towards the stairs.

Bob sat at the foot of the bed, scrolling through Amy’s photos he saved on his phone. Reminiscing was something he often did when he felt like his little girl was growing up. “Bobby,” your sweet voice pulled him away from his phone, tugging on a small smile.

“How’s training?” he asked as you took a seat on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist to brace you.

“Cocky new Top Gun pilots? Typical,” you giggled as his lips ghosted over your neck. “How was your day?”

His lips paused, lingering on your soft skin as he thought about his response. It was a good day technically, he got a lot done: read that new training manual he was meaning to catch up on, cleaned the gutters, him and Amy got ice cream after school. It was fine. “It was fine,” he repeated his thoughts out loud.

There was something about this little family, they always seemed to know the other's true feelings. You’d known Bob a majority of your life, as reserved as he was, you always knew. You knew him very well. “What happened, Bobby?” you asked him plainly.

“Amy wanted me to do her hair this morning. A braid, a ponytail, those bun things she likes? Fine, but then said a whole bunch of words… I couldn’t even fathom how to do it. I disappointed her, Y/N,” he mused, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You turned your head so you could kiss his forehead, “A grim reminder that our little girl is growing up,” you sighed, your lips forming a frown. “It’s just hair.”

“I know,” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the wall. A light bulb went off in your head. “I have an idea, meet me in the living room after she’s in bed,” you told him, getting up and running your fingers through his short hair.

After the house was quiet and the lights were dim, he took one last look at her, her hair splayed on her unicorn covered pillow. He left Amy’s door cracked just in case her fear of the dark made an appearance.

Bob trotted down the stairs to find you sitting on the floor in front of the couch, your leg crossed as you scrolled through your phone. “What’s all this?” he asked as he caught sight of the small tray beside you filled with brushes, combs, bobby pins, and clear elastic bands.

“You’re going to learn how to do more than a french braid, my love,” you told him cheerfully, pointing to the tutorial paused on the television. Bob smiled kindly and took a seat behind you and chuckled when you kissed the side of his knee.

His blue eyes looked up at the television, “I’m ready.”

It felt like near heaven as Bob played with your hair, he was gentle and precise as his fingers briefly scratched your scalp. You should have done this years ago, his hands felt so good, never once tugging or pulling your hair. “How are you doing, sweetheart?” you asked.

Bob held on to a few bobby pins between his lips his eyes glued to the tv, “Fine. Pause please,” he told you. You fought back a laugh, he sounded as serious as he does in the jet. You paused the tv and grimaced as the bobby pins went into your head, keeping your braids in place.

A million pins later, Bob sighed in relief and leaned back against the plush couch, his spine thankful for the break. “It’s finished,” he told you.

You squealed and jumped up off the floor, hurrying to the mirror in the entryway. “Bobby,” you gasped, moving your head side to side. Two beautifully neat dutch braids ran down your head, intertwining at the nape of your neck “I can’t take this out now,” you marveled.

“So I did good?” he smirked. You nodded and walked back over, kissing him soundly on the lips.

“Very,” you said as you pulled away.

The next morning, Amy stood in front of the mirror waiting while she stretched out one of her hair ties. “Ready?” Bob grinned as he came in and stood behind her.

She smiled and nodded, “Yeah! Can you do a b-”

Bob grabbed the sides of her face and tilted her head backward, he kissed her forehead with a wet smack and told her, “I get to choose today.”

Amy looked at him upside down mystified—he always let her pick. She stared at him through the mirror while he did her hair, it took her a long time to realize he was doing the style she wanted from yesterday. She adjusted her glasses and smiled shyly, he went out of his way to do something for her.

“It looks like Yelena’s,” she spoke softly after he was finished, leaning forward to get a better glimpse. Bob lifted her up and put her on the counter so she could look at herself closer. She sat there for a solid five minutes, looking at her hair from every angle.

“Your mommy helped me.”

Amy stood up on the counter and fell into his awaiting arms, “Thank you, daddy,” she whispered, hugging him tightly.

Her hair was the envy of the first grade and tutorials became Bob’s best friend on the mornings he got her ready for school.

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Got You In My Head - SFK

Just before I fell asleep two nights ago, I had this idea, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. It felt so Sammy-coded, so here's my first real Sam fic!

Words: 5.2K

Summary: When the tension between you and your best friend Sam snaps, you lend each other a helping hand. Friends to lovers.

Warnings: Sexual content, masturbation, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up for the love of God), swearing, slight mention of alcohol consumption

Sam’s text didn’t end up coming through your phone until seconds before the boy was knocking at your door. Spotty service outside the city and all. Your best friend was always welcome, it wasn’t that his presence was an issue. But given your current state, a heads-up would have been to your benefit.

You see, the rapid-fire banging on your door came just as you were about to.

You jumped out of your skin at the noise, swiping down to check your notification centre.

Sammy Boy: hey, omw over to hang out, u better be home (2 minutes ago)

You groaned in frustration as you realized you would not be relieving the tension under your fingers anytime soon. In fact, you had a feeling it would only grow worse, considering the object of your frustration was the one knocking at your door. Before your daydream was so rudely interrupted, the imaginary Sam in your head was absolutely devouring you. You pulled your hand out of your sleep shorts regretfully, and retied the string as you padded towards your front door. Swinging it open, you looked at the beaming Samuel Kiszka that stood before you, holding a six pack of white claws.

“What’re you doing here, Samuel,” you questionned, not moving to let him in. He didn’t let that hinder him, pushing past you stubbornly.

“I was bored, and you never have plans on Friday nights, so here I am.” He shrugged with his back to you as he headed into the living room.

Following him in, you argued, “Has anyone ever told you you’re rude?” Flopping on the couch beside your friend, you took the can he handed you.

“Rude? No. Gorgeous? Yes.” He gave you an overly smug, suave-guy smile, and you snorted, finally cracking, and laughing. He giggled and leaned into your shoulder affectionately, kicking his sandals off under your coffee table.

“Yeah, you’re lucky you’re pretty, counteracts the charming arrogance,” you teased, shifting back and swinging your legs up over Sam’s lap. His hands settled easily over your knees, holding you in place as he cracked open his can. He took a loud gulp, swallowing with an obnoxious “ahhhh” before smacking his lips.

“You’ve hung around for this long, pretty girl, you must think I have some redeeming qualities,” Sam raised an eyebrow at you. You giggled, “Oh yeah, the way you drink like a four-year-old really makes me swoon.”

Sam snickered and reached his arm out, tickling the bottom of your bare foot in retaliation. You screeched and jerked your leg away, narrowly missing his jaw. Letting out a high-pitched laugh you swatted his hand away. “NO no! Don’t tickle, shit head!”

Sam smiled wide at your laugh. “Most people would refrain from name-calling when they want something, princess.” His hands settled back on your thighs. You snorted, “You just wanted an excuse to touch my feet, creep.”

Sam smacked a palm over his forehead. “For fucks sake, I don’t like feet,” he implored dramatically, clapping his hands in the air in front of him with each word. You tossed your head back laughing at how your little joke hit a nerve. “Whatever you say Sam, I’m not here to shame.”

An annoyed glare was shot your way. “At least I don’t have a piss kink-“ His sentence was interrupted by a throw pillow launched at his face. “I DON’T,” You yelled through laughter, sitting up and punching his shoulder. Sam joined you in laughter, unable to argue as he gasped for air.

You both slowly calmed down to occasional bursts of giggles.

Your head was back on the armrest of the couch, staring at the ceiling, catching your breath. You could feel Sam’s eyes on you, but you closed yours feigning ignorance. Then you felt Sam’s hand on your thigh start rubbing gently.

Touches like these were fairly common between you two. Though the line had never been crossed, the flirting was incessant, to the point Jake and Josh, and even Danny for cryin’ out loud had told you to get a room.

You always assumed Sam just didn’t feel that way about you, though. He never acted on it if he did, always backing down or killing the moment when any tension arose. But if you were being honest, you couldn’t say the same. Nobody could deny Sam’s attractiveness. His sharp angles and soft skin, the delicate pout of his lips and those gentle eyes. His long, shiny hair that always had pieces falling out of his messy buns. You couldn’t pinpoint when your crush on Sam started, but it had been simmering for years at this point.

Which is why when his large, warm hands slid up and down your thigh, your breath hitched. Suddenly reminded of the activities his arrival had interrupted, you became hyper-aware of the proximity of his hands to your over-heated centre.

Sam, of course, was ever observant, and picked up on the change in your breathing. He could feel your thigh tensing under his touch, and his eyes trailed up your body, landing on your face. Playing it off, you cleared your throat, and shifted slightly, taking a sip of your drink and avoiding his eyes.

You missed the small smirk that played on his lips as he too took a drink.

Sam pushed the limit, a talent of his, sliding his hand slightly higher, his pinky brushing the hem of your shorts. “So how was the shop this week?” he asked casually.

Your eyes shot to his roaming hand, swallowing subtly. “Oh, uhh… it was fine, y’know. Lots of orders right now, with all these new releases coming out,” you told him. He nodded, continuing to tease at your hem, “Sounds busy, you must be stressed?” he remarked, watching your face carefully.

“Well, yeah, definitely more wound up these da-“ an unintentional gasp interrupted you when Sam’s fingers slipped quickly up the short distance under your shorts, brushing against the crease where your thigh met your groin. Finally your eyes darted up to meet Sam’s, unable to ignore his touches anymore. Not when you knew damn well you didn’t have any panties on, and he had just felt the soft dusting of your pubic hair.

Sam’s pupils were blown wide, his soft lips parted. He looked half-stunned, in disbelief that he’d gotten this far. His eyes traveled from his fingers on your thigh to meet your stunned gaze.

Your voice was soft and hesitant when you spoke, “Sam?” He chewed absently on his lip before answering, “Yeah?”

You searched for the right words. What do you do? Should you joke, break the tension? Do you ask him what he’s doing? Should you just see where this goes?

You debated quickly, deciding to tease him right back like the little shit deserves.

Ignoring his response, you looked down where your calves rested across his lap. You bent your knee just enough to drag your leg across his crotch. You both gasped at the same time, him from the intimate touch, and you from the sudden awareness of his cock, hard and twitching where it rested down his pant leg of his sweats. Chancing a glance down, you caught the outline of his penis under the grey fabric before Sam pushed your legs off his lap suddenly, bringing his knee up to hide his groin.

While you were no longer frozen, the thickness in the air remained. Sam was hard. Your best friend was rock hard, right beside you. Hard… because of you?

You sat up, quickly resting your hand on his knee to slow him down, “Sam, h-hold on.”

His eyes met yours again, and you watched his adams apple bob. He looked almost scared, but his flushed cheeks and blown out pupils gave away the desire coursing through his veins. You flickered your gaze to his mouth, licking your lips and meeting his stare.

The tension was palpable, neither of you daring to move or break the spell, until you exhaled shakily.

Sam muttered lowly, “Y/N?”

“Yeah, Sam?”

“I’m… I won’t lie, I’m really fucking horny.” Sam blushed at his confession, searching your face for any signs of a reaction.

You bit your lip, struggling to maintain his intense eye-contact. “Me too,” you breathed.

Sam exhaled slowly, resting his hand over yours on his knee, and slowly, he lowered his knee, effectively sliding your hand up to rest mid-thigh. His erection demanded attention in the confines of his sweats, and you looked down from his eyes to take in the sight of it.

Fucking grey sweatpants, a blessing and a curse.

You muffled a quiet moan, biting your lip. Sam sat up straighter at the noise, taking a deep breath to calm down. “Can we…?” he gestured to your room down the hall. Your jaw dropped slightly at the implication.

Sam’s eyes widened, “No, no, we don’t have to, I’m sorry, I just thought we could uhh, um-” He frantically thought for the right words. You sat up straight beside him, “No, it’s fine, I-“ you started to reassure him, but he interrupted your soft words, “-masturbate together.”

You blushed bright pink, despite the rush of heat you felt growing in your shorts. Sam looked at you, gaging your reaction carefully. You bit your lip, and after a moment, nodded. “Okay,” you breathed.

Sam’s eyes widened. “Re-…really? You wanna?” he confirmed shakily.

You nodded again, a shy smirk spreading across your face. Sam smiled back, his own cheeks flushing. You took the lead and stood up, grabbing Sam’s hand, and gently pulled him up and down the hall. His eyes dipped down, roaming your body shyly. Your thin shirt left little to the imagination, nipples poking out under the white fabric. Enjoying the way Sam looked at you, you smirked, feeling your confidence returning. “Checking me out, Sammy?” you teased softly.

Sam smirked in return, “I can’t believe this is happening, you’re so hot,” he confessed. You giggled turning and pushing past the door into your bedroom. “I’d tell you the same, but it’d go right to your head,” you told him, and he smirked anyway.

You thanked your earlier self for changing the bedsheets earlier, and tidying up. You sat on the edge of your bed, pulling Sam down to sit beside you. Holding his hands in yours, you looked in his eyes shyly. “This won’t make it weird between us right?” Sam shook his head, and in a surprisingly tender move, he cupped your cheek. “I gotta be honest, I’ve liked you for a really long time,” he confessed softly, eyes trailing over your face, “You are… hilarious, sexy, smart… sexy…” he trailed off, smirking and you giggled, leaning into his touch. “This might be new for us… together, but it’s not the first time I’ve thought about it.”

You bit your lip, looking down. “Well, in the name of honesty…” Sam cocked his head curiously. “I was actually in the middle of… yknow… when you knocked.” You chuckled shyly.

Sam’s eyes widened and he breathed out softly. His hand moved over his erection, palming it slowly. “I interrupted you?” You watched his hand breathlessly, nodding. “Fuck, that’s so hot. What were you thinking about princess?” Sam breathed, touching himself with more conviction.

You swallowed hard, staring at his movements. “Thinking about what it would be like to fuck you,” you whispered hoarsely. Sam groaned at your words, head lolling forwards, his hair falling around his face. You bit your lip hard.

You pulled his arm gently, lying back on the bed and guiding him to lie beside you. You both settled on your backs, face to face. You both giggled shyly, more from nerves than anything, but lust took over when you watched Sam’s fingers slip under his waistband.

Under the cover of his pants, you watched his hidden fist wrap around his cock. A shuddery sigh escaped his parted lips, and his eyelids fluttered, gaze trained on your face. He nodded downward, silently telling you to join him. You bit your lip, sliding your hand into your shorts. Your fingers met your clit, and you swirled them around your clit slowly.

You whimpered quietly, causing a groan to rumble out of the boy beside you. His fist moved up and down his cock steadily, and he watched your hand moving under your shorts.

Lust clouded your brain, so incredibly horny for the gorgeous boy beside you. You looked up at his flushed face, his brows furrowed tightly. God, Sam was beautiful.

You whined softly, circling your clit faster. “Fuck Sammy, you’re so sexy,” you moaned breathlessly. Sam’s eyes squeezed shut for a second before training back on you. “God, babe, you are too,” he strained.

A naughty idea flashed across your mind, and you figured you’d already gone this far, why not.

Bringing your free hand up to the hem of your shirt, you slowly pulled up the fabric. Sam’s jaw dropped, watching closely. You pulled your shirt up over your breasts, exposing your chest to his hungry eyes.

“Jesus Christ,” Sam breathed, his fist moving faster in his pants, his eyes absolutely glued to your tits. “Fuck-“ He bucked into his hand involuntarily, eyes fluttering but desperate to keep them open. You moaned, loving the feeling of his eyes all over you like this.

“Your tits are so perfect, princess,” he whined, hair increasingly disheveled on the pillow. You panted, still rubbing your clit steadily. “Yeah, you like that Sammy?” you cooed seductively. He groaned loudly at your words, nodding quickly.

“Touch ‘em then,” you dared him softly, feeling brave. His eyes flew wide open, unsure if he heard you right. You blushed, but nodded in confirmation. Sam extended his free hand, hesitantly cupping your breast. He whimpered under his breath, squeezing softly, then swiping his thumb across your nipple. You gasped and moaned, feeling incredibly naughty, letting your best friend touch your tits, the thought surprisingly getting you even more desperate.

You looked down at the action in Sam’s pants, biting your lip. Sam followed your gaze, looking back up at you darkly. “You wanna see?” he smirked. You looked into his eyes and nodded hungrily. His devilish smirk widened and he lifted his hips off the bed. He hooked his thumbs into the band of his sweats and pushed them down to his knees, kicking them off. Once he settled back down, you dared to look down.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him. He was longer than you imagined, perfectly girthy and achingly hard. His fingers curled around his cock once more, watching your face as he brought his hand up his length, putting on a show for you. Your breathing picked up, soft whimpers leaving your lips. Sam’s fist jerked lazily over his cock and he let out soft little gasps and grunts. “Love the way you watch me,” he muttered.

“I like the view,” you whispered back. He smirked at you through his lust induced haze. “Yeah? Like what you see?” He squeezed his cock, face twitching with a sigh. You whimpered, “Yeah, I really like your cock,” you stared at it as you spoke. Sam groaned, encouraging you to continue. “It’s so big, Sammy. So pretty,” you moaned, fingers flying over your clit now.

Sam’s jaw hung open, growling ferally. He slowed his movements, calming himself down to prolong his pleasure. “Can you take off your shorts?” he asked hopefully.

You blushed and smiled shyly. “Yeah, fair’s fair,” you giggled breathlessly. You untied the bow holding your shorts up, and pushed them down, kicking them off. You layed back down, scooting a little closer to Sam so your side was pressed against his. You hooked your leg over his, letting your knees fall open. Sam leaned up on his elbow to get a better view of your pussy. Under his chin, you could see his jaw drop in pleasure, his fist pumping himself quickly. You resumed flicking your fingers across your clit, wet noises now echoing from your soaked lips. His chest heaved as he stared at your centre, spread wide open for him.

Sam whimpered, “Fuck…” His head fell back and he let go of his cock suddenly. His hand moved over your bodies to rest on your upper thigh. He made eye contact with you before asking, “Please princess, can I touch your pussy?”

You felt faint with desperation, nodding enthusiastically. “God, yes, Sam. Wanted to feel those bass fingers for ages.” You gave him a mischievous smirk, knowing he

Sam wasted no time, rolling on his side. In this position, his cock pressed against your thigh, a delicious feeling you memorized for later. His fingers came over and immediately dipped between your soaking wet lips. You both moaned simultaneously, Sam’s fingers rubbing up and down your slit, slipping effortlessly between your folds with obscene wet sounds. You arched into his touch, sighing with a high-pitched whine.

Sam’s eyebrows tightly knit together. “Fuck, you’re so soft and wet… pretty pink little pussy, so fucking soaked for me,” he praised. Sam slipped his middle and ring finger into your entrance, immediately pumping in and out. You groaned loudly, bucking your hips to fuck back against his hand, feeling his perfectly curled fingers dragging across that perfect spot with every thrust. You hadn’t bet on your best friend being so vocal, but his filthy words fanned the fire burning in you.

“Oh fuck Sam, yes, god, just like that, mmmmm,” your eyes fell shut, feeling your orgasm simmering under the surface.

Before you could protest, Sam’s fingers slipped out of you and he crawled over your body, laying between your legs. You barely opened your mouth before he latched his lips on your clit. You cried out, his tongue lapping up your slit lazily, his hooded eyes fluttering up to meet your gaze. He stared into your eyes as he licked and sucked at your pussy, his fingers returning to slip inside. They pumped in and out, matching the pace of his tongue. You stared down at the beautiful boy between your legs, adrenaline pounding your heart. The moment was surreal, all this time you’d imagined exactly this in the middle of the night, desperately craving relief, and now Sam, your Sammy was eating you out with a passion matching your own, staring into your eyes.

Your jaw hung open, brows tightly knit as you panted and whimpered. “Sammy… so close,” you whined, grinding against his face. Sam grumbled drunkenly against your pussy, “Cum for me, princess,” before diving back in. He flicked his tongue rapidly over your clit and then with another, final suck, you were hurtling over the edge. Crying out hoarsely, you rode against his face, working yourself through it as Sam moaned into you.

Your thighs finally gave out, collapsing back onto the bed. Sam gasped for air, lifting himself up off his elbows and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and licking your juices off his fingers. You watched hungrily. He knelt at your feet, panting softly, staring at you in awe. “You taste so good,” he whispered, almost to himself. You smiled lazily up at him, “holy shit,” you giggled breathlessly, no other words coming to you.

A huge smile spread across Sam’s face, “Yeah? S’good?” he asked eagerly, the boyish charm you loved peeking through. You bit your lip, nodding, and you fisted the collar of his shirt, tugging him down over top of you. He laughed, catching himself and leaning his face over yours.

When your eyes met, there was a surge of electricity between you, like the world froze for a moment. Just the two of you existed in this little world, nothing mattered to you except Sammy. Wordlessly, you both crashed your lips together simultaneously, finally kissing each other with all the pent up emotion from years of tension. Nothing had ever felt more right to you, nothing could ever be more perfect than Sam’s warm soft lips molding to yours. Your heart pounded in your ears like a middle schooler, but Sam’s kiss felt like your first in this moment.

He moved his hand up and tenderly cupped your face, deepening the kiss. You moaned quietly, your hands slipping up under the hem of his shirt, which for some godforsaken reason was still on. Running your hands over his smooth, lean chest, Sam ran his tongue along your lip, silently asking for entrance. You happily obliged, meeting his tongue with yours. The makeout was getting sloppier and more desperate, and you finally parted with a gasp of air. Your eyes fluttered open at the same time, and you both giggled softly. Sam’s cheeks tinted pink, and he whispered, “Please tell me this isn’t a one-time thing, I can’t go without kissing you now that I know what it’s like.” His puppy-dog eyes pleaded with you and you leaned up to kiss him softly again.

“It’s you and me, now, Sammy. Always,” you whispered against his lips. Sam’s stretched into a huge smile and he kissed you again desperately. You pulled away just long enough to pull his shirt over his head before you reconnected. Hands roamed across bodies, mouths working together. Sam slid the hand on your cheek down to your breast, squeezing gently with a soft moan of desire.

You remembered that he had yet to get off, and you smirked against his lips. Sam pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, mirroring your mischievous smile. “What?” he pried.

Your hand slid down his chest further, across his abdomen, thoroughly enjoying the way his breath hitched at your descent. Your fingers raked across his pubic area and wrapped lightly around the base of Sam’s cock, achingly hard and hot in your hand. Sam shuddered, his breath picking up as he watched you. You stroked him a few times, getting used to the feel of him in your hand, Sam’s jaw clenching. He growled lowly as you sped up your movements. You watched his face in wonder, holding his pleasure in your hand, literally. “Fuck,” he breathed softly.

You spread your legs a little wider, running the tip of his cock through your folds just to watch his reaction. Sam’s brows knit tight together, his eyes fluttering shut with a feral sounding moan. His head fell forward, giving you access to whisper in his ear.

“I want you to fuck me, but first I wanna suck your pretty cock.”

Every muscle in Sam’s body stiffened, and his face shot up to look at you in disbelief. You smiled innocently. “Will you let me? Please Sammy?” you cooed, twirling his hair around your finger with your free hand.

Sam looked like you just gave him a puppy for Christmas. He nodded eagerly, rolling beside you to flop on his back and looking over at you with a giddy smile. You giggled at his enthusiasm, leaning over him to kiss him again. As your lips worked against his, you ran your hand down his front lovingly. He sighed softly at your touch, a rush of butterflies swirling in your stomach at the sound. You kissed down his sharp jawline, Sam’s head lolling to the side, and lazily kissed down his neck. Shifting up on your knees to crawl down the bed, you kissed his tummy with a smile, then his hip bone, and then a gentle trail down his thighs. He squirmed under your attention, a dopey grin on his face as he watched. You switched, kissing up his other thigh, your cheek brushing the delicate skin of his balls. Sam whined quietly, biting his lip hard. You eyed his cock, lying against his stomach. It twitched, precum pooling on Sam’s stomach.

You leaned down, flattening your tongue and licking slowly up his length. Sam groaned, tensing to keep still. Smirking at his reaction, you did it again, this time picking him up and taking his tip into your mouth. His jaw fell open and his hand reached down to brush your hair out of the way, bunching it in his fist gently. You hummed into him, swirling your tongue around the head experimentally. “Shit- agh,” he hissed. You looked up at him innocently, taking more of his length in your mouth, gently pumping the rest. Sam’s head fell back with a groan. “Princess, I’m gonna cum too soon, can I fuck you now?” He begged.

You giggled, mouth still full of him, making his hips buck slightly. Pulling off him, you let a drop of spit fall on his cock, coating him and stroking him languidly. Sam whined desperately, “Please, please stop, I wanna be inside you!”

His words flooded your core, and you let go of him and crawled up to straddle his waist. He gripped your hips, dragging your sopping wet core over his length deliciously. You both moaned, and too impatient to wait any longer, you grabbed him and lined him up with your entrance, sinking down on his cock.

Sam’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of you, the perfect stretch of him bringing forth a shuddery whimper. “Yes, aaaagh,” he groaned. You started rolling your hips, riding him steadily. His hands squeezed at your ass, his head tossed back.

“So good, Sammy, you feel so fucking good,” you panted, gripping his shoulders.

Sam looked up at you, brows furrowed. “You’re so fucking tight, so wet and warm,” he thrusted up into you meeting your hips. “Fucking made for my cock,” he growled through gritted teeth.

You cried out, riding him faster, feeling your orgasm brewing already. “Wanna feel you cum in me,” you begged him, “make me yours, Sammy, I’m all yours.”

Sam looked like he felt faint, but he wrapped his arms around you and effortlessly rolled you onto your back without slipping out. You gasped, and he started pounding into you relentlessly.

“That’s right. All… fucking… mine…” he thrusted with each word, his cock diving deep with obscene wet slapping sounds.

You couldn’t form words, simply moaning way too loud and arching your back.

Sam grabbed your right leg, bending it up and placing it over his shoulder, diving deeper into you. He let out a hoarse yell, fucking into you harder and faster.

With a scream of his name, you came hard, white hot pleasure searing through your body. Faintly, you heard Sam letting go, hips faltering as he shot spurt after spurt of his cum into you. When your vision cleared, you looked down at him, eyes widening at the dripping wet mess coating his lower half and your sheets. Sam looked equally dumbfounded, slipping out of you slowly. He sat back on his ankles as both of you caught your breath. “That’s so fucking hot, princess,” he breathed, astounded.

You chuckled, “I-I’ve never… that’s never happened,” you panted.

Sam’s face contorted into the biggest shit-eating grin you’d ever seen on him, and that was saying something. You rolled your eyes and giggled, pulling him down with you as you flopped back on the bed. “Shut up,” you smirked.

“I didn’t say a thing-“ “You were thinking it” You both giggled, high off the endorphins. You snuggled into Sam’s side, nestling your head in the crook of his neck and kissing his sweaty skin tenderly. His arms wrapped around you snugly, like they were meant to be there.

You hummed contentedly. “Well, we can add that to the list of things we’re great at together,” you joked softly.

Sam snickered, running his fingers through your hair gently. “Oh yeah, we’d win awards,” he agreed. You couldn’t stop the huge smile on your face as you breathed in his familiar scent, your hand lazily running across his chest. Sam felt it in his neck, smiling wide in return as he looked at the ceiling. “What’re you thinking?”

You bit your lip, nuzzling further into his neck. “Thinkin’ about how much I love you, Sammy.”

Under your fingers, you felt his heart beating faster, and it made you smile impossibly wider. You felt his lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head, and he softly told you, “Love you more, baby.”

You did a happy little wiggle against his side, and he giggled softly. “You’re so cute,” he sighed.

You lifted your face from his neck and crinkled your nose at him. “You’re cute.”

Sam pecked your lips, “nope, you.” You faux-glared at him, “YOU Samuel!”

He shrugged dismissively, “We can do this all day, but the fact remains, that you are the cutest girl in the entire universe, and I am so… so fucking lucky,” He looked at you, the silly banter turning serious. Your eyes softened as you looked into his.

“I feel so lucky too,” you whispered. “Fallin’ in love with my best friend, and all.”

Sam leaned his forehead against yours, his hand snaking into your hair to hold you close, his other arm wrapping around your middle securely. “God I’m so glad you were dumb enough to fall in love with me too,” he smiled.

You giggled softly and leaned in to kiss him deeply. You kissed for a while, and then you pulled back, giggling as he chased your lips. “Jake and Josh are gonna lose it,” you grinned.

Sam laughed, “I mean, yeah, but I wasn’t thinking about those idiots right now.” You cocked your head playfully. “Oh? And what were you thinking about, pray tell?”

Sam smiled mischievously. “How I made you squirt the first time we had sex,” he admitted.

You rolled your eyes with a groan. “Boys,” you sighed, shaking your head.

Sam laughed. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Sort of.”

You snorted as Sam leaned close to you again, brushing his nose against yours. “I was mostly thinking about how much I adore you, and how you’re my best friend, and how it’s probably not appropriate to call you that after the mind-blowing sex…” You giggled, making him smile wider. “So I was also thinking about… how I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend.” He said shyly.

Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, and you let out a breathless giggle. “Go ahead then,” you smiled.

Sam laughed lightly. “Not letting me off the hook, should have expected it.”

He sat up then, facing you as he knelt. He took your hands in his sweetly, and he brought them up, kissing the back of each hand, holding eye-contact as he did. You bit your lip, smiling wide.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked softly, cocking his head and looking at you with that heart-stopping smile of his.

You nodded quickly. “I’d be honoured, Sammy,” you answered, pulling him into a kiss.

He melted into your touch, humming softly in contentment. Everything this boy did made your heart flutter.

You weren’t sure when you’d ever been this happy. Everything had fallen into place, exactly the way it was always meant to. With Sam by your side.

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fluff #greta van smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fluff #samuel francis kiszka #sammy kiszka #sam kiskza #sammy gvf #sam gvf

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 11 months

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Notice Me (Kaeya, Ayato, Tartaglia)

The alternative title to this is “Notice Me, Senpai”, in which three of our favorite little shits try and get your attention. I may do another one for twisted wonderland, Maybe.

Reader is part of the adventurer’s guild.

Genre: Fluff

Fem!Reader, very few third person pronouns used

Asks and Requests are OPEN

Kaeya

Let’s be honest, he has his work cut out for him

His first tactic is to lay the flirting on heavy. Which doesn’t work very well. You just think he’s being extra obnoxious or trying to get you to do some of the tedious jobs for him and so, you just ignore it

Cue several days of drinking with Rosaria while he wonders what he’s doing wrong. Eventually she smacks him over the head with the obvious and he gets down to thinking about how to win your attention and maybe score a date in the process

It takes him awhile. He never thought he’d actually be dating someone. His secrets make it less than feasible, but you’re a special case. And special cases take special effort

He ends up going to Lisa for advice. Of everyone in Mondstadt, he figured she’d be the best help. She ropes him into enabling her laziness for a few weeks only to hit him with some super simple advice, “quit hinting and say it to her face, you idiot. Flowers are good too”

He doesn’t show it, but in his mind he makes a funny face. Directness? Upfrontness? Honesty? Kaeya? I love him, but he’s a roundabout kind of person. Never the less, he really, really wants to to notice him, so he listens.

He gets Flora to for up a rather large bouquet of flowers (he may have looked up flower symbolism just to make sure he gets the point across) before having Katheryn direct you to his office for a “specially requested commission”

When you get there he presents you with the bouquet and a well-rehearsed confession that he still manages to stumble over

He’s the happiest knight ever when you agree to go on a date with him

Ayato

He goes the secret admirer route, at least to start with

Sweet letters, flowers, he’s rich and he uses it to his advantage lol

When he has the time, he’s always offering to help you with your commissions in one way or another or just as often having Katheryn giving you special commissions that involve helping Thoma and thus reporting back to him

You get teased a lot about your secret admirer, Everyone in the guild has their own theories. One of the most popular ones is that it’s Thoma trying to court you from a far

Anyone Ayato falls for is bound to be intelligent, so you’re quick to dismiss that idea. Instead, you’re pretty sure it’s his boss that’s behind it all. The flowers are too nice and the paper too expensive. The beautiful handwriting doesn’t match Thoma’-- you know full well that Kamisato Ayato enjoys calligraphy, not to mention the sheer number of times you’ve stood in his office recently. It wasn’t the hardest connection to make.

After you took a peak at the paper on his desk, unsurprised to find that the penmanship matched perfectly--almost perfectly, he seems to have put extra effort into the letters he sends you--you spent some time thinking about what to do about this information

In the end you decide to let things continue as they have been

You’re familiar enough with him to know that he has a sense of mischief and enjoys having the upper hand. Letting him continue to think that he has it, while starting to think of how you’re going to use the information seems like a fun idea

He doesn’t know it, but you turn it into a game. One where you have the advantage

After several weeks of basking in the attention--and knowing he doesn't know you know--you request to see Ayaka, who you’ve also come to know fairly well

At your behest, Ayaka starts to leave flowers on Ayato’s desk. One here, one there. These are of a far lesser quality than the ones he sends but so sue you, you’re not a pretty rich boy, thank you very much

It doesn’t take long for him to catch on. That kind of subtle affection and communication isn’t Ayaka’s style, Thoma keeps a very professional relationship (and is directly involved in helping Ayato woo you), and no one else would dare do something like that. Seriously.

At that point, he decides to end the game

Like Kaeya, he choses a private sort of place, only he has class about it

He sends you another anonymous letter, inviting you to the estate at midnight on a full moon. (Moonlight rendezvous? Super romantic, definitely private, totally awesome)

Of course, knowing the game that is being played, you’re happy to go

When you meet him you don’t even bother acting surprised (though the full dinner, candles and all, wasn’t totally expected). Instead you happily sit and eat with him, dropping the formality that you usually use when dealing with him

It’s the first of many games between you, this time the result is certainly a win for both of you

Tartaglia

uhhhh

I think he takes a three pronged attack method when it comes to catching your attention

The first is some fairly subtle flirting. Just because his preferred method of diplomacy involves fighting to the death, doesn’t mean he can’t smooth talk when he feels like it

And he feels like it. He thinks you’re pretty and likes to make sure you know it. It’s a huge confidence boost for you

It definitely makes you suspicious because unlike a certain Mondstadt cryo user, hard-core flirting is not his default.

Second, instead of offering deadly bouts of violence he decides to train you up. You’re not the most proficient swordsman, specializing in less violent commissions (Baizhu bubu pharmacy loves you very much)

“I want her to be my girl and I want to make sure she can protect herself”

Also, it gives him a valid excuse to touch you without being pervy. Any other time, he keeps his hands to himself, but when training you, if he has to adjust an arm or shift your form, well, that’s just part of training (uh huh, sure.)

His third method of catching your attention is showing off his martial skills

He loves showing you how strong he his, how fast he is, and how many different weapons he can use

Honestly, he’s so obvious about all of it that it only takes you a couple months to catch on and confront him about it

He doesn’t bother denying it and instead takes the initiative to ask you out

It turns out you liked the flirting, the little touches, and found his showing off to be amusing, so you happily accepted

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almost-a-class-act · 4 months

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For @mutantmanifesto - I hope you weren't kidding about liking the zombie AU! Happy birthday my friend, here's some NSFW luztoye.

Joe hears him coming up the stairs long before he reaches the doorway to their bedroom. He thinks George does it on purpose, these days - makes enough noise that Joe has plenty of forewarning. He doesn't exactly know why, but he guesses it has something to do with his own propensity for being on his own since the bite.

You won't be alone in a second, those footsteps say. Put your sad shit away.

Which is uncharitable, probably. (Definitely.) But the thought fits itself into place anyway and won't be dislodged.

"Hey." George pushes open the mostly-closed door and spots Joe sitting on the bed. He'd been doing the physio the Doc had told him to try, but it's exhausting and frustrating and sometimes he doesn't have it in him to finish.

Sometimes he sits by himself, not bored or upset or anything else, just - foggy. Just gazing into space. George never knows what to do with that, so Joe pretends he hasn't been doing it.

"Hey," he replies. "Just finishing my stretching."

George purposefully closes the door behind him and ambles closer, overly casual. "How's that going?"

"It's fine."

"Fine, huh." It's a game they play at this point, Joe saying nothing that matters and George playing along. Joe knows it's destroying them. He can't tell if George does, too. Neither of them do anything about it, and the game continues. "That's good. You, uh. Want to come down to dinner?"

Joe shakes his head. "I'll come get something later." When there's no one around.

George regards him for a moment. He never used to hang back like this. Joe wishes he would cut it out, but you can't call out someone else's reaction unless you want them to call out yours. "Can we talk for a second?"

Joe takes a breath. "About what?"

George has one of those faces not cut out for this kind of conversation. Joe keeps expecting him to smile, even when it doesn't make sense. "Kind of feel like we hit a wall, Joe."

Joe eyes him, and then drops his gaze to the bedspread. "Yeah."

"I know it's not me," George says. "At least, I think it's not me - that you're sick of me, I mean." He hesitates. "You can tell me if I'm wildly misinterpreting and you want me to fuck off."

"It's not you," Joe grinds out.

"Yeah, good. That's good." There's the smile Joe had been expecting. There's more relief in it than he'd like there to be. "I thought maybe... I don't know. Maybe it's stupid. But I thought we could try something."

Joe doesn't know what that means, but he has an inkling of where it's going. "George."

"I know you don't want me to touch you." The words sting, even though there's nothing unkind in George's tone. Joe hadn't articulated as much to himself, but the dread that rose up every time George reached for him over the past little while is familiar, a bitter taste in the back of his throat.

"Not just you," he rasps, which is pitifully not enough, but he needs George to know that it's not him specifically that makes Joe nauseous at the idea of someone learning his body the way it is now.

"Well, I figured you didn't have a line-up of compact but incredibly charming radio techs coming by while I wasn't here," George says, with that crinkle of laughter at the corner of his eyes that is one of Joe's favourite things in the world.

He thinks about reaching for him, but can't make himself do it. "Thought I'd handle something like this better than I am," he admits.

"I don't think any of us know how we'd handle weapons-grade terrible shit happening to us until it happens," George tells him. "Can you imagine me? I'd be insufferable. A hundred and sixty jokes a minute, at least."

"You think you could double it?" Joe asks. "Without losing quality?"

George looks so deeply pleased that Joe had joked with him that it cracks him open a little, makes him easier to read - makes the exhaustion more plain on his face. "If I'm lucky, we'll never find out."

Joe hesitates. He doesn't want to do ask the question, but he also knows that there's nothing to be gained by kicking the can down the road. He can't guarantee that things will get better in a week, or two weeks, or a month, and he's never been someone who avoids the difficult things. "What's your something that you want to try?"

"I thought..." George sniffs, wrinkling his nose. There's that over-casualness again. "Would you just want to watch?"

Joe freezes. "Watch?" he echoes. The back of his neck feels hot.

"Yeah. You know..." The two of them are very different in some ways, but very alike in others. George looks uncomfortable to be saying this, and Joe recognizes that he would probably rather chew his arm off than get through the words. The fact that he's doing it anyway means he thinks it's important. "It's been almost three weeks since we sprung you from the hospital, and it's been pretty quiet on the intimacy front."

It's been dead silent, actually. Joe lets him hold his hand sometimes, but they inevitably wake up on the far side of the bed from each other. Joe's not even sure they've kissed since he woke up from his surgery, if that's what you'd call the butchery the Doc had had to figure out on the fly to save his life.

"I..." He swallows. Fuck me. He's not a coward. Neither of them are. If George is putting the effort in, so can he. "Yeah. That might be - okay."

George's shoulders go heavy with relief. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Joe has never just watched before, and he's not about to ask whether George has ever jerked off for an audience. He figures maybe it's better if they both pretend that they know what they're doing, so he reaches behind him to readjust the pillow and eases himself back to sit against the headboard, in that tentative way he does everything now that his leg fucking kills if he so much as jogs it.

George watches him get settled, something a little hungry in his eyes, and then slowly climbs to his feet. There's no preamble, no putting on a show as he unbuttons his jeans, unzips, and pushes them down. Joe's glad for that; the unbearable awkwardness in being the person having a show put on for them aside, in this situation where this is happening because Joe can't participate, not because either of them specifically thought this would be hot, he doesn't want it to feel fake, like a performance.

"There are a lot of lights on here," George jokes, sitting back down on the edge of the bed in just his underwear now.

"I don't remember you getting stage fright," Joe returns.

George grins. "You're right. I changed my mind. Get me a spotlight."

Joe doesn't laugh. "Take your shirt off," he suggests.

George gets that hungry look again so fast that Joe realizes it's been there since earlier, lurking behind the other things. He reaches behind his head and hauls that t-shirt off in one motion, tossing it onto the bed behind him.

Joe has seen him get undressed for bed in the past few weeks, of course, but this is not that, and the way Joe looks at him seems to give George the spur-on he needs to palm himself lightly through his boxers. Joe doesn't say anything, both of them zeroed in on George's hand, and the latter doesn't hesitate, pushing it under his waistband.

The outline in his underwear, the movement that takes shape beneath, makes it clear when he has his fingers wrapped around himself in the way he likes. Joe's throat goes dry at that soft sound George makes, almost pained, like it's been a little while.

"Let me see," he murmurs.

"Yeah?" George's hand is already moving smoothly, rhythmically, under that dark fabric, Joe's eyes on it and George's eyes on him. When he tugs his waistband down a little with his other hand so that he can pull himself free, Joe swallows at the way he's already half-hard, those fingers wrapped so securely around himself, specific and practiced, from all the years he's done this alone, all the times he had figured out how to get himself off as efficiently as possible.

"You want to help me out?" George asks, nodding at the drawer next to the bed, and Joe leans over without taking his eyes off him. He tosses the lube, and George knocks it down with his free hand, fetching it up off the duvet and flipping it open in one motion. He lets go of himself long enough to squirt a haphazard amount into his palm, and then he's slicking himself down, that hand twisting slowly.

"You look good," Joe manages, almost on a delay; he'd been so focused that it almost surprises him to hear his own voice. He adjusts himself a little awkwardly - this a problem he probably should have foreseen, but he's gotten himself accustomed to not feeling much of anything lately - and George is good enough not to mention it.

"I got good at doing this quick, out there," George says, bracing himself back on one palm so that Joe can see better, fixing those eyes on his face as if to make sure he's watching.

As if Joe could look anywhere else.

"Not like this," Joe remarks.

"Nope." George smooths his thumb over the head of his cock, making his own voice falter for just a second. "Sort of forgot I could take my time."

"You ever do anything else?" Joe asks.

"What, like finger myself?" George asks it like it won't make Joe's hands twitch, and he smiles slowly when it does. "Maybe once or twice. Not as good as someone else doing it for you, though."

If Joe could touch him without George touching him, he would. It makes him curl his fingers into fists in his lap.

"I want to," he rasps.

"I know." George's pace has picked up a little, his eyes gone darker.

"I wish..." He swallows around it, that ache of want that he can't act on.

"Tell me."

It hangs in the air between them, until Joe makes himself speak.

"I want you like that first time."

George ducks his head with a quiet fuck. "Yeah," he murmurs. "That was a good one."

It hadn't taken long - in fact, it had been the night George had come to the compound for the first time, after Joe had found him in the mall. Both of them were starved for it; Joe had had him up against the wall the moment they were alone, George urging him on with a grin and that big mouth of his.

"You wanted it so damn bad," Joe murmurs, and George has to sit up a little straighter, renewing his grip on himself.

"Not just me."

"Nah, not just you." Joe watches him sweep at precum with his thumb, dragging it down the shaft. He can't help but grind his own hand down onto himself through his jeans, trying to get enough friction to feel relief.

"I did fuckin' want it, though." George sounds less steady than before. "The second I saw you. Tall, dark, and built like you could put me through a wall. My favourite."

"Like I couldn't tell."

George spares him a glance, mischievous. "I would've let you fuck me in that RadioShack if I hadn't come too far to get my brain eaten over some good-looking stranger who didn't shoot me on sight."

"Only you would talk about brain eating right now," Joe mutters, prompting George to grin and then squeeze his eyes shut as his own hand briefly loses rhythm. He picks it back up, faster than before.

"Hey, Joe?" The tendons in his forearm stand out, and he's focused down on himself now; Joe takes advantage of it, to watch without being watched, to let himself want.

"Yeah, gorgeous."

"God. No fucking fair." George almost chokes it out. "You know how much I like that."

Joe does know, as it happens. "What were you going to tell me?"

George doesn't say anything for a moment, the only sound the movement of his hand. "Say it again," he manages at last, like he's straining to coordinate his thoughts. "That you want me like that first time."

"I want you like every time," Joe says hoarsely. "God, George. I always want you."

George gasps, a seam of sound in the bottom of it, and then he comes. His body curves around his hand, and he ignores the splash up his stomach and chest, maybe doesn't even notice, tugging himself through it.

When it's over, he gently unwraps his fingers and leans back, bracing himself on his elbows, still breathing too fast. Joe hesitates, and then reaches out.

George looks at his hand, then up at his face. "You want me to...?"

"No," Joe says. He's not ready for that yet. "I just - come here."

George nods, sitting up and tucking himself back into his underwear before he reaches for his shirt.

"Here," Joe says, and George passes it to him, crawling obligingly up to kneel next to him so that Joe can wipe him clean. When it's done, George sits against the headboard next to him, and Joe takes his hand.

The silence is much, much easier than before.

George glances his way. "That okay?"

Joe nods. "I - yeah."

George tightens his grip for a moment, warm. "Okay."

Joe is so damn grateful they're good at first times.

#band of brothers #fanfiction #roaroftheninth #luztoye

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anxietysslave · 7 months

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Can I request dangerous fellows with fem!R!reader

R is from warm bodies

R has a romantic, withdrawn personality. He imagines the world as it once was, and likes to picture the lives his fellow Dead once lived. His thoughts are deep and ironic, but because he is Dead, he has trouble expressing himself. He wants to be more than a simple-minded zombie, but only manages to fulfill his desire when he meets Julie, a strong and witty living girl. He quickly becomes protective of her. His feelings eventually transform into love.

Despite R's status as a zombie, he exhibits many human qualities through his behavior, and actions. R seems to have an active love for music, and is rather intelligent. He enjoys collecting vinyl music tracks because of their superior quality, which indicates he may or might have been an audiophile (someone who loves high definition sound/music). R's residence in the aircraft give many clues to his character traits. Of all, however, his kindness, caring, and protectiveness seem to be his most defining qualities as he is able to rise above his viscous tenancies as a zombie.

I took this from the wiki page

If you read this I want to say THANK YOU

I am so happy you requested this- I've watched Warm Bodies before, and I love R- He's a sweetheart- He is the best

F/N: Female Name Backstory: You were roaming the streets of the city, when you run into an... Interesting group of survivors XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX You were walking through the desolate city, once full of life.. You had no idea how you were able to even stand, let alone control your actions.. You remembered very vividly the zombie that had attacked you, and the god awful pain you had felt. Then, it felt like you were in some dream of darkness... You couldn't move, couldn't see, nothing. And out of nowhere... You awoke. To what you were now. A brain eating zombie. Although the thought of eating brains still disgusted you, and you really had no plans to try and eat brains...

Suddenly, you heard a loud crash from an old store around the corner. Could someone possibly be alive? Or could it be a zombie like you? You couldn't help yourself as you started to walk to that direction. If it was a human, how would you approach them? Wouldn't they kill you? Well... Truthfully, you didn't care. The chance of finding an alive human who could perhaps help you get out of this state was an overwhelming thought... You had to find out, and that was final.

HAILEY: As you approached the store, a young girl came running down the sidewalk and knocked you over. You groaned in pain, and as you looked down.. You saw a girl starring at you in fear. You tilted your head. "How... You alive?" Your voice sounded so raspy... It sounded like you hadn't spoken in so long. Hailey was too stunned to speak... She fell back, looking at you in shock.

"W-What?... H-How are you speaking...?" She whispered. "D-Don't know... Woke up like this..." Your language was very broken, but it was hard to form sentences. You were doing the best you could. You watched as Hailey stumbled back. "W-Why aren't you attacking me??" She inquired fearfully.

"F-Friend. Not food." You shook your head. "Brains, very disgusting." You added on. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Hey! Hailey what ar-HOLY SHIT!" Zion exclaimed. He got his weapon ready to attack you. You flinched away, expecting to be hit, but the hit never came... You slowly looked up to see Hailey was covering you.

"W-Wait! This zombie's different!" Hailey exclaimed. "What do you mean different!? They're all the same!" Zion exclaimed. "J-Just hear me out... Please.. I-I'll prove it to you, okay??" Hailey inquired. Zion sighed, but nodded. "Fine. But if you're wrong... I am killing this... Monster right here and now." Zion threatened.

Your eyebrows furrowed. "M-Monster? I-I'm monster?" Your voice cracked as you looked down. Zion's eyes filled with shock. Hailey turned towards you, and kneeled in front of you. "C-Can y-you please tell us your name?" She inquired softly. "M-My name? F-F/N..." You spoke quietly.

"See? She can speak just like us... She told me the thought of eating brains disgust her." Hailey explained as she stood up. "She could just be saying that to have a better to chance to eat your brains!" Zion exclaimed. "That's very unlikely. All zombies do not talk, nor do they get mentally hurt." Lawrence's voice rang out.

You looked over, and tilted your head. "M-More survivors?" You inquired curiously. "Yes. There's more of us." Lawrence nodded. "H-Hey! Why would you tell her that!? Now it's more food for her!" Eugene exclaimed. "How can you guys all trust this... Monster?" Scarlett interfered.

"How did you end up in this position??" Harry inquired as he kneeled in front of you. You flinched away slightly, not liking all the attention. "M-Mother... Zombie. Infected me." You struggled to speak. "Guys, come o-on.. Let's not ask her so many questions..." Hailey spoke up. She kneeled in front of you.

"It's okay... I-I'm sorry they asked you so many qu-questions..." Hailey stuttered nervously. You tilted your head. "W-Why... Care about me?" You spoke up. "Y-You were forced into this predicament.. I believe you don't want to harm any of u-us, and are just stuck like this..." She whispered.

"I-I can't even imagine what you're going through..." She added on softly. Your eyes widened in surprise as you stared at her. You found her... Very pretty. She was being so kind to you, despite what you were... She was clearly very shy, and yet, here she was defending you...

"T-Thank...You." You managed to get out. "Well... If she isn't going to eat us, she could help us get supplies. No zombies have interest in her." Sue suddenly spoke up. "Hm. You make a good point..." Lawrence mumbled. "Alright. Get up. We're heading back." Lawrence decided. "W-What!? We can't just bring a ZOMBIE with us!" Zion exclaimed. "You do not question my authority. She could be a great asset." Lawrence pointed out as he started to walk. "C-Come on. Let's go." Hailey gently grabbed your hand, and gave you a shy smile. "O-Okay..." Maybe things wouldn't be so bad for you Afterall...

ETHAN: You were walking over to the shop, when you noticed a bag of chips fall in front of you. You tilted your head, as you picked them up. You felt someone staring at you, so you looked up. Your eyes widened as you noticed a male standing before you. His eyes were wide, and he was gripping the baseball bat tight in his hands.

You held the chips out. "You... Seemed... Drop this." You spoke brokenly. He didn't say anything, staring at you in shock. "No... Harm. I mean... No harm..." You managed to get out as you continued to hold the chips out for him to grab. He continued to stare for a moment, before hesitantly grabbing the bag of chips.

"...Thanks." He thanked quietly. You looked over him, and noticed how he was having a hard time carrying all the supplies. You looked around, and noticed a bag. You gently grabbed it, and held it out for him. "Here... Help carry things." You suggested. He hesitantly grabbed that too, and put the supplies in there.

"How are you able to talk...?" He inquired softly. "Don't know. Woke up this." you admitted as you stood up. "Do you remember your name?" He inquired curiously. "Mhm. F/N." You clarified. "Well... Thanks I suppose... I have no idea how you came to be sentient, but... I suppose that's partially a good thing..." He mumbled.

You shook your head. "Not good thing. Alone." You admitted. "You're alone...?" He questioned softly. You nodded. "Mother turned me." You explained. "Don't want this. Want human again." You tried to explain. His eyes widened. "You want to be human again?" He inquired. You nodded again.

"Don't want people scared of me. Want live normally. Friends. More." You explained. He stood there for a moment, seeming to think about what he should do next... "Alright... This whole situation is new... I... Are you interested in eating brains or...?" He inquired. You shook your head as your pale face scrunched up.

"No. Nasty." You admitted. He stared at you again. "I don't know why I feel bad for you... How about we... Take you to Lawrence, and decide our next plan of action. You'll be okay." He suggested. Your eyes widened. "You... Do that for me?" You inquired curiously. He nodded. "I would. You're innocent." He explained. You couldn't help but feel happy... Did he really want to help you? Why though? It couldn't be just because you were innocent... Either way, you felt yourself swoon over him.. He was being so... Kind. "Okay." You nodded. You decided that you had nothing to lose, so you set on your journey with him to find these other survivors... Maybe you could make it out of this...

SCARLET:

You noticed a girl who was on the ground struggling to escape the grasp of another zombie. "G-Get off me! Help! Help! Please! I don't want to die!" She cried out. You felt pity for the women, and angry at this zombie... How dare this zombie try and eat her brains!? You charged at the zombie, grabbing it by the head and slamming it's head into the ground until it was nothing more but little pieces of rotten flesh, and a rotten brain. You looked over at the girl, who was staring at you fearfully and in shock.

"W-What??... Hey! You don't come closer to me!" She exclaimed as you took a step near her. You stopped. "Are... Hurt?" You inquired. Her eyes went wider. "W-What?" She stuttered nervously. "Are... You... Hurt?" You managed to get out. "N-No! What gave you that idea?!" She screeched.

You looked down at her bleeding leg, and yours eyes widened. "B-Bleeding. You bleeding!" You exclaimed. You looked around frantically before noticing a first aid kit. Your clumsy hands struggled to grab it, but once you did you rushed over to her. "Get away, freak!" She exclaimed as she pushed you away.

You looked at her in shock and hurt. "I... Wanted help you..." You whispered. "Not kill... No eat brains. Brains disgusting." You tried to explain. "I want human again... Not zombie... I don't like this..." You whispered as you looked down sadly. She was silent for a moment. "Fine... Fix up my wound. But if you try and harm me, I swear I will kill you... Got it?!" She exclaimed.

You perked up, and nodded. "Of course. I help!" You spent the next few minutes struggling to help her, but you managed to get the wound in better condition. "I do good?" You inquired. "Mmm... You could've done better. But I suppose your a bit... Brain dead." She sighed.

"Do you have a name? I'd rather call you something other than zombie... Unless you don't remember..." She grumbled. "I remember! I f/N!" You exclaimed. You seemed to be in a better mood... "Will you help get me human?? Or not alone??" You inquired. "Ugh! Try and speak better, please!? I can't understand gibberish!" She explained.

"O-Oh.. Sorry..." You apologized softly. "Can... You help me turn human? Or at.. L-Least not leave alone?" You inquired. "I don't want be here. Please." You begged softly. She looked at you. "You don't want to be alone anymore?? Or be a zombie?" She inquired in shock. You nodded. "I hate... This. Awful way life." You explained. She sighed. "Well... Since you saved me, I suppose I could help you..." She decided as she stood up. You smiled happily as you got up. You hugged her, which caused her to yelp in shock. "T-Thank... You! Thank you!" You managed to get through.

ZION: You noticed a guy struggling to run away. You pulled him into a nearby abandoned building, and covered his mouth. You winced slightly as you felt him try and kick you. "S-Sh... Other zombies.. Eat you if not quiet. Hide out." You tried to explain. He froze in shock, and ended up staying still as the brainless zombies moved past. You let him go.

"Sorry... I save you.." You apologized. "W-What the fuck!? How are you speaking right now!?" He spoke loudly. You winced at the loudness. "T-Too loud... Ears hurt." You spoke softly. He sighed. "I'm sorry... I just... I don't understand this... Why would you save me? Don't you just want my brains?" He inquired curiously.

You shook your head. "No. Brains nasty." You explained. His eyes widened. "W-Wait.. Let me get this straight. You find... Brains gross??" He inquired. "You nodded. "Thought of eating them... Makes me sick." You explained. "Well... Thank you. I suppose..." He mumbled. "I have to go meet up with the ot-" He started.

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head rapidly. "W-Wait! No leave! Please! I can't alone!" You exclaimed fearfully. "What?? I don't understand that!" He exclaimed in frustration. "Please... I can't... Be alone again!" You begged as your eyes managed to tear up... "I-I do anything you need! Just don't me alone! Please!" You begged quickly.

He stared at you for a moment. "...You know you risk my friends killing you if you come with me, right?" He inquired. You nodded rapidly. "I-I know! But... I rather die than alone!" You exclaimed. He sighed in frustration. "Why am I always the one who ends up in these weird situations..?" He grumbled to himself.

"Alright. First, tell me your name. You can't just be called zombie." He decided. "F-F/N." You explained. "Okay... Uh... I'm Zion." He introduced. "Now, how in the hell did you turn into... This?" He inquired as he looked you up at down. "Mother turned me." You whispered. "I hate zombie. I hate being monster." You added on. "Okay, I see... Uhm... Well.. I suppose I can... Let you come with me. Just on the condition that you help me find food on the way.. We're low as is." He sighed. "And don't think I won't hesitate to kill you if you fuck up! You got it??" He exclaimed. You nodded rapidly. "Yes! Understand!" You nodded quickly. "I do anything to stay with people!" You decided. "We'll need to work on your English too..." He mumbled. EUGENE: "WHAT THE HELL!?" A sudden voice boomed. You jumped, and looked over to see an orange haired male staring at you. You yelped in pain as he tossed something at you, knocking you to the ground. "O-Ow... Hurt... Why?" You whispered sadly as you looked at him. "I not monster..." She added on softly.

"No want your brains... Want to be human again.." She whispered. "What... Why the hell can you talk!? Why are you..." He continued to stare at you with wide eyes. "Shit, what do I do!?" He started to pace. "Should I kill, or.. Dammit..." He stopped to look at you. "That's it... I'll just... Kill you." He grabbed his weapon.

Your eyes went wide as you backed away. "P-Please! No! I good! I good! I get food, I get supplies, just no kill!" You begged pitifully. He stopped. "...You'll get food for us?" He inquired. You nodded rapdily. "I do it! Just... No kill.. I don't want die for good... I want out of this curse.." You whispered.

He sighed. "Fine. You go get some food from that store over there. If you can do that, I'll think about it." He decided. You looked where he was pointing, and saw a bunch of zombies crowding it. You nodded quickly as you got up. "Understood!" You rushed over there, and managed to get past all the zombies.

You felt butterflies in your undead stomach. Could this be your chance to find someone to stay with?? Not be alone anymore? You had no idea what to think... What if he still killed you?... No, you could prove it! He was hesitant to give you a chance, sure. But if you did this.. He may like you more!

You grabbed as many supplies as your undead hands could carry, before pushing through all the zombies. You got to Eugene, and held out the supplies. "Here!" You exclaimed. His eyes went wide as he saw the nice snacks and supplies you got. He hesitantly took them, looking over them. "Well.. I guess I can make an expectation..." He mumbled. "Be grateful I'm in a good mood!" He exclaimed. "Come with me. We need to get more supplies on our way back. Do good, and I'll get Lawrence to allow you to stay with us. Got it?" He offered. You nodded rapidly. "Yes! Get it! Let go!" You decided as you followed this kind man. You were so happy to finally find someone nice to you... This was a nice change.

HARRY: You approached slowly, noticing a white haired male siting outside a store. His face was clenched up in pain as he held his head. You felt worried for the man, and hesitantly walked up. "Excuse... Me." You spoke softly. His pained eyes looked up, and widened. He tried to scramble back, but all that resulted in way a yelp of pain. You put your hands up.

"N-No! I mean no harm! Don't hurt yourself!" You exclaimed in worry. "I want help! Let me know how I help!" You exclaimed. His eyes looked frantically over you, but stopped after a moment. "...You want... To help me? Am I dreaming?" He spoke softly. You shook your head. "No. Not dreaming. I'm here... I think." You admitted.

"I don't harm you. No harm to anyone." You explained. "You in pain. How can help?" You inquired. He stared at you for a moment more. "...Could you... Find me some pain medication?" He inquired. You nodded quickly. "Drug store corner. I be back! Be careful!" You exclaimed as you turned away.

You limped to the nearby pharmacy, where zombies were everywhere. You got inside, and looked frantically. You found many different pain medications, so you got them all. You left the drug store, and quickly limped back to Harry. You held the medication out. "Here. Found. Water too." You held out water after he took the bottle of pain medication.

He looked so surprised. But he didn't seem to dwell on the strangeness of this whole situation, so he quickly took some pain medication and downed the water bottle. He leaned his head back. "Scared of me?" You inquired nervously. He shook his head, which caused you to feel surprised.

You smiled softly, as you limped over to him. You gently started to massage his scalp, which caused him to look at you in shock. "S-Sorry.. Try to help." You apologized as you got ready to pull your hand away. He gently grabbed it. "No... It's okay. Please continue.." He spoke softly.

He gave you a very gentle smile, which caused you to feel butterflies. You nodded as you gently massaged his scalp. After a few minutes of silence, he looked up at you again. "Thank you Ms...?" He inquired. "I... Don't remember name." You looked down sadly. "Y-You don't?... I see..." He spoke softly.

"How about... I call you F/N?" He suggested. You seemed surprised. "I-I like that." You nodded. He gave you another soft smile. "Thank you.. For helping me. I have no idea how you can talk, but it seems like you don't know either... So thank you again." He smiled. "You have no interest in brains, do you?" He inquired. You shook your head. "No. Brains gross." You explained. "Well... That's good." He continued to look at you in awe. "You know what? Let's go meet with the others. You showed me compassion, and I want to do the same." He decided. Your eyes widened, but you felt happy. Was this your chance to be around such a kind man..? And, why did it feel like your heart was beating rapidly? Your heart was gone... Maybe.. It was because you were mistaking the feeling of love for it. Either way, you were going with him.

SUE: You didn't see anyone, so you walked into another store. You saw a pretty girl with glasses looking through the coffee section. You tilted your head, wondering what she was looking for. "Dammit.. Where did I drop it?" She mumbled to herself. You looked down and noticed a coffee container on the ground near you feet.

You gently reached down, and picked it up. "Looking this?" You spoke curiously as you held it out for her. She looked confused, as she looked at you. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't seme freaked out, which intrigued you. "Oh my... I never expected to run into a zombie who could speak." She admitted.

"I... Not expect to speak either. Not expect to turn zombie, or control body." You explained. She took the coffee container. "Well, I suppose that makes two of us now." She stated. "Say, what brought you over here?" She inquired. "Heard bang. Thought it humans." You explained. She rose an eyebrow.

"And why are you looking for humans? To eat their brain?" She inquired. You shook your head rapidly. "N-No! Of course not! I not want to be alone." You explained. "I figured sound meant humans, humans meant friends, or death." You explained. "Well, I suppose you're right with that one." She admitted.

"Say, what's your name?" She inquired. "F/N." You responded. "F/N? Well that's a pretty name." She complimented. Your eyes widened. "P-Pretty? Thank you." You thanked softly. "What your name?" You tilted your head. "I'm Sue." She responded. "Y-You pretty name too." You complimented. She smiled.

"Thank you." She walked over to you. "You know, I like you. You have many possibilities, as you could help us get supplies. Zombies wouldn't attack you." She pointed out. "What do you say you come back with me to the base? It may be hard to convince the others to let you in, but it's worth a shot. Afterall, you could be quite useful to us, and you could not be alone in return. How does that sound?" She inquired. Your eyes brightened. "R-Really? Yes!" You nodded rapidly. She chuckled, as she took your hand gently. "Then let's head back." She stated as she started walking with you. You felt so excited to maybe start a new life... A better life. JAY: You rushed past the zombies, and noticed a guy trying to escape zombies grasp. He was crying, and looked terrified. You looked around frantically, and noticed a bat. You picked it up, and started to smash the zombies heads around you. You showed them no mercy, and when you were done, none were left.

You looked over at the man, who was staring at you in fear. "Escape. Lots of noise. Zombies follow." You explained as you grabbed his hand. He shook it off. "Get off me! I don't want to die b-by a monster!" He exclaimed. your eyes filled with hurt, as you looked down. "Sorry... I get going now... Good luck..." You spoke sadly as you turned away.

"W-Wait! No! Please don't leave me! i don't know how to f-fight I-I.. I can't turn into one of them! i don't want to die!" He cried softly. You stopped walking, and turned towards him. "Then trust me." You explained.

You heard the hisses of other zombies approaching, so you picked up Jay easily, and carried him out of the store. He yelped out in surprise, but didn't protest. You ran through the destroyed streets till you made it far enough away. You gently sat him down. "You good?" You inquired as you looked at his pale face.

He moved away from you as he started to throw up. Your eyes widened, and you gently walked over. "H-How I help!?" You exclaimed in a worried tone. He looked back at you in surprise, fear, and confusion. "W-Why do you care about helping me s-so much? Aren't you a zombie?" Stuttered. "Yes. I zombie. But protect humans is my goal." You explained. "They friend, not food." You added on. "H-How... How are you thinking like this? No other zombie has thought like this??" He inquired. You shrugged. "No idea. Woke up like this, here we are now." You explained. "You need help getting back to your base? I help!" You exclaimed. He stared at you for a moment, and sighed. "Fine... But I don't trust you yet, so don't push my buttons!" He huffed out as he started to walk. You smiled. "Understood!" You exclaimed.

JUDY: You heard sobs coming from the store, so you rushed inside to see a girl struggling to fight back. You looked down the street, and saw a women and a man running away.. You felt anger as you realized they ditched this girl, but you had no time to pay attention. You ripped the zombies away, and killed them quickly.

You looked at the girl. "You okay??" You inquired in a worried tone as you rushed over to her. You kneeled near her, and gently grabbed her hand, looking over for injuries. She just stared at you in shock, not being able to comprehend what just happened... "Y-You... You saved me...?" She whispered.

You looked up at her. "Did, yes." You nodded. "Friends ditch you?" You inquired softly. She looked down, as she nodded. "Y-Yeah.. I can't believe they did that to me..." She whispered as her eyes teared up. You felt so angry at these friends, but had to hold back. You stared at her for a moment, trying to decide what to do, before you gasped in shock as she hugged you tightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!" She cried softly. You stayed still for a moment, as you were confused to why she was hugging you. You smiled softly as you hugged her back. "No... Problem. Help humans, my goal." You explained. "Don't wanna be alone anymore... Scary, sad, confusing..." You whispered.

She broke apart from the hug and looked at you. "I see... Well, I suppose... I can tag along with you. We can find a good base, and we can help each other out of this!" She exclaimed as she smiled. "What do you say??" She inquired. Your eyes brightened. "Yes! Please! I like that!" You exclaimed. She hugged you again.

"What's your name, by the way?" She questioned. "I... No remember. Blank memory..." You admitted. "Oh... Poor thing..." She whispered as she broke apart, cupping your pale face. "Until we figure it out... I'll call you... F/N!" She exclaimed. Your eyes widened. "F-F/N? I like..." You nodded happily. "What's first step??" You questioned. "I do anything help!" You added on. She smiled again as she stood up, helping you up. "Let's go get some supplies, then we set out for a new base! We don't need anyone!" She decided. You smiled, as you nodded. "Okay! Let's do!" You followed her around the store. It was a crappy situation of what happened to this nice women, but... At least something good came from it.

LAWRENCE: You tried to rush over, but gasped as you bumped into someone. "Sorry..." You spoke softly. You heard a familiar gasp. "F-F/N...?" He whispered. You looked up, and saw a familiar guy. But you couldn't remember where you saw him. "I-I know you?" You inquired. He nodded quickly.

"We were classmates. You gave me your umbrella on a rainy day..." He whispered. You tilted your head, as you racked your brain to try and remember. "I-I sorry... Memory shot, cloudy mostly..." You whispered. A slightly sad look crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced with a reassuring one.

"It's alright... I'll help you get your memory back. I just... Can't believe I couldn't protect you before this happened." He sighed. "Who turned you?" He inquired. "My... Mother.." You admitted. He sighed. "Of course it had to be someone close to you... This world is cruel, but I promise I will protect you now, alright?" He reassured as he gently cupped your cheek.

You flinched slightly, not expecting the touch. "Hey, it's alright. Let's get you back to the base, and I will do everything in my power to take care of you, and help you turn back into a human." He reassured. Your eyes brightened. "Y-You'll help me turn human again!? Yes! please!" You spoke happily.

You nodded quickly, excited. "Of course. You're special to me. And, I even have a few... People that could give up their brains for you." He spoke as a smirk formed. You felt a bit uneasy as he offered this with no hesitation. "Oh.. No... I eat no brains." You explained as you shook your head. "I want be human, eat brain won't turn me human." You explained.

"But... Thank you for offer." You thanked. He chuckled. "I suppose that's expected... You've always been so kind, and even now you're being kind." He smiled. "Come, let's get you back. I need to get you back before the other survivors return. They cannot know I'm taking you back, or else they'll throw a hissy fit..." He sighed. You tilted your head. "Where you take me?" You inquired. "Well... Let's just say, I cleaned out a basement of some old school, and you'll be perfectly safe there." He smirked. A bit of a dark look in his eyes. It kind of scared you, but you figured this was the only chance at feeling better... So you nodded. "O-Okay. Trust you." You explained as you followed him. Was this... The right choice?

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