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ken-jaku · 3 months

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pretty nose, pretty boy. zayne from love and deepspace

there's a huge chance my phone may have distorted the quality to make it look like he has a dorsal hump but idc! i like the idea of it sm that im gonna lie to myself!

content warnings. suggestive content (smut), pussydrunk!zayne, both fem!reader and zayne are virgins, fingering, oral via face riding, zayne has a dorsal hump, semi!public sex (at akso hospital for the plot😼). vague mentions of zayne's asphyxiation kink, brief mentions of pining, nervous/anxious reader. verbal consent (zayne strictly wants words, no hums or nods). zayne is naturally dominant in this... idk what came over me. overstimulation. cumming right after an orgasm cause "love knows no bounds" :D mention of jealousy towards rafayel. reader has doctor/patient kink? all this on the first day of dating is crazyyy shit writing, haven't published anything since 2016 and that was a 5 chapter, 300 words each, wattpad story on hanahaki💀 huge chance i might edit this again later

word count. 5.09k words

"zayne?" your words are almost like a whisper as you squirm on the couch, impatience and anxiety riddling you as you can't wait to get dinner and execute your plan of either a.) finally getting a longer kiss compared to the two-second one you had earlier or b.) getting said kiss and have him hang out for a few more minutes after he walks you to your apartment. your boyfriend of just a few hours, which still feels rather unreal, sat across the room from you, hard at work. his long, scarred fingers tap away at the keyboard before him. a soft, short hum leaves his lips in acknowledgement of you.

said hum goes, unintentionally, ignored as you couldn't stop staring at him. the way his long eyelashes gently graced his lids, his nose twitching ever so slightly to shift his glasses as he focused on the computer screen. his beauty- his very being was captivating.

you never noticed it before but his nose had a small, almost unnoticeable, dorsal hump. soon enough, your mind went where no one's should be, especially on the day you confess and start dating. you wanted to fuck his face, plain and simple. sure, it was a bit too soon to have those thoughts but, really. who cares? you cuffed a pretty man with a pretty nose- you just can't help yourself!

"are you alive over there?" your physician's monotone voice almost makes you jump, "you've been staring at me for quite a while," his voice now laced with faux concern, "i couldn't get your attention for almost a minute."

you clear your throat, smoothing out your dress as you stand up. your fingers picked at each other as you got closer to him. zayne's mind drifts briefly from the task at hand as he watches you through the corner of his eyes, taking in the long silk sundress you chose to wear. the dress hugged all the right places and was quite flattering on you. for it to be the first formal piece of attire he'd see on you- it was like a blessing.

"when are we gonna leave? our reservation's in thirty minutes." you sigh, leaning over his desk and taking a peek at his computer before ultimately resting your head on the wooden surface, staring at his hands as the unfamiliar terms and long words on the screen annoyed you to no end.

"soon, my love, and stop hurting yourself. we won't be late." he places his left hand in yours, eyes not leaving the screen before him as he holds his breath in your presence. that was the end of it. you knew him well enough to know that. your begging would only result in the same monotone voice, the only difference being the almost unnoticeable annoyance that laced his words. it made no sense to fight back. you struggle not to release another sigh, your eyes never leaving the handsome man in front of you.

well, at least he has his beauty going for him despite being strict.

your hand reaches up to his face, delicately tracing the lines of his nose, following the curve of his high nose bridge upwards with your finger. just as you barely tilt his glasses, he stops you— his large, cold hand gripping your wrist. the interaction sends shivers down your spine as his eyes stare into yours with an intensity that leaves you wanting.

zayne finally lets out a breath, "is there something on my face for you to be staring at it for so long? the more you distract me, the longer this will take." your nickname follows— the word leaving his mouth sweetly in comparison to the others.

a murmur leaves your pretty, glossy lips, having swiped your tongue over them one too many times in the past three minutes, "you just have a pretty nose..." you trail off.

your physician tilts his head, eyes never leaving your face as he reads your body language. you were nervous- that was obvious but you were also hiding something, "what do you like about it?"

your cheeks feel warm and you find yourself averting his gaze as your head leaves the desk, the area now occupied with your elbows, "you have a dorsal hump."

he hums, "that i do... is that all you like?" your breath hitches and you cross your legs.

planting your palms on the wooden surface, you quickly attempt to rise from the desk only to find yourself being pulled back into place. zayne had dragged you back to him with the same singular hand that gripped your wrist. he was enjoying this, you could tell. it was never in his nature to pry so deeply even when it pertained to him so to see him show his true colours the day you begin dating...

"zayne..."

"come here." he hoarsely whispers as he stands up, taking a step closer to you before pulling you towards him, closing the distance between you two. his hand finally lets go of your wrist, opting to place both of them at the sides of your body, resting them on the desk behind you. you feel yourself leaning further against the table as he gets closer, until eventually, you find yourself almost sitting on it. he had you trapped.

zayne sighs, his head now resting on your shoulder as you eye the way his hand moves. just barely brushing your hip, he slides his hand down from your lower arm into your palm. one thing about zayne: he frequently has dreams about you- perverted ones at that. he was never proud of them but, god, did he indulge in them whenever they came along. you'd walk around the hospital every week, clueless about how he wished to secretly take you, not in front of everyone, though- he wants it to be away from prying eyes, but never prying ears.

while roaming akso and attending to duties, he'd regularly spot you in the corner of his eye- he doesn't like to admit it but he does make an attempt to cross paths with you at least once before seeing you in his office when you come for appointments. in your little skirt, you'd bend down to receive the same drink from the same secluded vending machine- the plush of your thighs on display for him to see. the sight would always leave his throat dry as he either speaks to you, forcing himself to let go of all the lewd thoughts and have a proper conversation, or he turns around quickly, as if he'd committed a sin, only to come back to that very same area every two weeks to commit the same act.

sometimes, just as he's about to address you, he hears your friend calling out to you with a sulky demeanour. it was always that same friend named rafayel too, never anyone different. deep down, he wishes for that kid to stop clinging to you like a lost puppy, showing up at akso, begging for your attention as he claims he fell down the stairs or got a cramp in his finger. he also occupies a hospital bed from time to time by admitting himself when he really doesn't need to but that's the least of zayne's grievances with him. zayne's always dreamed of wanting everyone, especially rafayel, to know you're his. and now that you two are dating, he's one step closer to said desire.

you feel two pecks on your shoulder blade and one on your palm. he brings your hand up to cup his cheek, "tell me what else you like about my nose, (name)." his tone was more commanding than anything, seemingly laced with jealousy and annoyance- not towards you, of course- never towards you. he'd never spoken to you that way before but, god, do you like it.

you watch as his fingers graze yours softly, his eyes only ever leaving yours when he closes them, revelling in the warmth your hand brings his cold, freezing body.

"i... " you feel his knee grazing your thigh as you try to spit something out.

"you can say it. no matter how vile and vulgar your thoughts may be... i want you to say it," after reassuring you, he asks once more, "what else do you like about my nose, (name)?"

a soft gasp leaves your lips as you feel his knee push further up your dress, "say it," he whispers, his lips now grazing your ear as his hand reaches for the back of your neck.

"i love how easy it looks to ride, zayne, fuck-" your words get muffled as zayne kisses you intensely. the feeling has you dizzy as the farthest you've gotten were the pecks initiated by you earlier that day and the ones he initiated just a few minutes ago.

his other hand grips your waist tightly as he presses himself into you further, his hands now the only thing keeping you from falling back onto the table. with the way he handled you, it was like he couldn't get enough. your very scent allured him.

"is this okay?" his lips withdraw yours as he begins leaves pecks on your cheek and neck as he awaited your response.

a nod and hum left you as you stared at the windows, looking at the reflection and taking pleasure in the way he kissed your body. but he stops.

as you were about to turn to him and ask what was wrong, a strict stare was all it took. his brownish-green eyes pierced into yours in the reflection of the glass. his eyebrows raised as he waited for something from you. he wanted words. he needed to hear, through proper verbal communication, that you wanted this.

"yeah..." you sound almost breathless facing him, "yeah, i wanna do this."

a small smile reaches his lips before he kisses you again. more deeply, more lovingly. he was relishing in your very being. the girl who he'd pined for was finally his after fifteen long years.

the hand gripping your hip would soon spread around your waist as the other rested on the fabric covering your thigh—a fabric that he would push up in annoyance as he needed to feel you bare.

his thumb would involuntarily twitch, grazing and pushing at your cunt as he squeezed and rubbed the plush of your inner thigh, the cold pressure being felt through the sheer panties you wore had you shivering.

"zayne.." your impatience was getting the best of you and zayne could see it. he chuckles as he bunches your silky sundress up at your waist and hooks his long pointer and index fingers around the last piece of fabric that bars you from him- teasing him with the dampness that left it looking a deeper colour than usual.

before he can ask, you give him the confirmation he needs, raising your hips, "take it off... please?"

he obeys, a little too willingly as if his patience was also wearing thin, and a soft 'fuck' leaves his lips as he stares at your dripping cunt, the vulgar word shocks the both of you.

he can only chuckle as he eyes the dress straps that had fallen off your shoulder, "the things you do to me." ever so slowly, his cold hands push the straps further down, pulling your arms from out of it. your breasts were now on display for him as the dress slid down, grazing your sensitive nipples in the process and stopping at your diaphragm.

you look away, gnawing on your lip. it set a weird feeling in your stomach knowing he was fully dressed in his doctorly attire while you were bare, exposed for him to see- for him to examine. you feel his hand rest back on your cunt, the other hand grasping your chin to look at him. he wasn't overly rough but the hold was quite strong and decisive. every breath and movement from zayne exuded dominance.

"don't hide from me, pretty girl, you know better than that." the pet name has you shuddering, paired with the fact that he began to gently prod at your entrance with his index finger before allowing you to suck him in completely, his thumb softly touching your clit occasionally as he inspects you.

his lips find yours once more, his tongue prodding your mouth and you can't help but whine at the feeling as he slowly introduces another finger. with every touch from him, you feel your breath leaving and your hands gripping harshly at the edges of the tables, almost piercing your skin.

zayne eventually touches something. something that leaves you even wetter than before. his fingers prodded and rubbed at you- at that spongy spot in your cunt that's been begging to be touched by him for a while.

"oh, wait- fuck!" you break the kiss as an involuntary hiccup leaves you. zayne grunts in annoyance, pushing lips back onto yours in an instant- his fingers increasing in momentum as he targets that pleasurable spot.

you find yourself sliding off the edge of the table as your body trembles with every thrust. despite still gripping the table, you almost collapse onto your knees if not for the man in front of you catching you. all while holding you, zayne doesn't let up- the squelching sounds your wet entrance makes flood the room, fueling him to keep going. he was so hell-bent on making you cum one way or another.

"c'mon, be a good girl for me. do this one thing for me 'n i'll let you ride my face. c'mon pretty girl." you couldn't see his eyes anymore. his fringes covered them as he looked down at your cunt, taking in the lewd noises that followed with every thrust of his finger and the clear, wet mess that started to drip down your thighs.

you can't help but nod, "anyth-ing for you." the abuse on your cunt and the way his mouth kisses at your nipples and sternum were taking your breath away. he was touching at all the right spots at all the right times.

your head throws itself back as the increasing pressure builds up in your stomach and you can't help but hold his wrist in an attempt to try and push him off of you. zayne, still, is relentless in his actions but he does raise his head to read your expressions and listen to your mumbled, repetitive 'yes's affirming him of how badly you want it.

"gonna cum. gonna cum, please lemme cum." you repeat over and over again as your nails dig crescent moon shapes into your lover's lower arm.

zayne chuckles, his fingers continuing at the same pace, never ceasing, "you can come whenever you want to, lovely. your hand is what's pushing me away."

your eyes shut tightly as the orgasmic feeling washes over you, basking in the complete and utter loss of the control you have over your body. you feel your eyes roll into into the back of your head behind your lids and your mouth parts as broken, whiny moans leave your lips. your lover smiles as he feels your walls spasm, clamping around his fingers repeatedly, harmonious with the way your thighs shiver.

you come down from your high rather slowly and zayne lifts you up, helping you move closer to the couch while you try to get your eyes to focus and attempt to beat the fatigue washing over you.

"you said you wanted to ride me, hmm?" zayne hums, itching in anticipation unbeknownst to you. you nod a bit nervously as you try to catch your breath, watching as he sits down and brings you to him by your waist, bunching your dress at your hips in the process. your cunt was almost lined up with his mouth.

"zayne, wait. i think i'm still s-ensitive," you say between gasps as you feel his breath fanning out onto your clit.

a hum leaves his lips and he looks at his watch briefly, "i don't think we have that much time, my love. it'll feel good, i promise. but if you want, we can wait until later tonight?" he kisses your thigh. there was no way in hell you were going to 'wait until later tonight.' the ache in your cunt from the anticipation would be too much for you to handle.

"hmm, it's okay..." you shake your head as you whisper tiredly, the post-orgasm drowsiness hitting you hard. he smiles as he lays down, taking you by the hand and leading your body closer to his face. his hands reach up towards his glasses. daintily holding them by the frame, he slips them off his face to place them on the glass table to the side of you.

the sight makes you pout and zayne, being zayne, catches it.

"what? do you also like my glasses too?" he smirks, bringing your hips to lay on him. you nod as you hesitantly let yourself be guided onto his chest.

"and when you get too rough and you break them, what then?" he questions, sass lacing his tone while his eyes focus on your cunt, watching it drip all your cum all over his shirt. the fact that he said 'when' and not 'if' had your body twitching. still, annoyance riddles your body and you roll your eyes. he's always ten steps ahead of you.

“ugh.. you’re so…” you’re at a loss for words and zayne can’t help but smile at your reaction.

he grips your hips roughly pulling you up to his face, "hmm...that's enough banter for now. don't be shy. 'm gonna ease you into it. and yes...i'll be fine, i promise."

with the constant reassurance, you build up enough courage to sit on him and almost immediately does his tongue find your clit, occasionally tracing around your labia and prodding your entrance.

"ha— zayne. wait!" a high-pitched strangled moan leaves your lips and the man grunts under you as your body lifts itself off of him in shock. zayne feels his eyes almost roll into the back of his head as he briefly catches a glimpse of how your pretty, puffy cunt pulsates around absolutely nothing. as he comes to his senses, his arms quickly lock around your legs, bringing you back down and keeping you in your rightful place— on top of him.

your moans get louder and louder and soon enough zayne finds himself humming satisfyingly into you, sending vibrations all throughout. to hear your cries of pleasure just from this, alone? while you tasted so good? zayne was in his own icy wonderland.

"waited years for this pussy and it's finally mine." he mumbles deliriously, and you nod, "all your— hmpf, fuck, all yours." he was fucking insatiable, arms tightening around your thighs as he forced you to press further down onto him. tears start to well in your eyes.

at this rate, zayne's cock was harder than ever before and you, yourself, notice that as you lean back, palm accidentally pressing down onto his erection, touching on the bounds of both pain and pleasure for him. a soft moan leaves him as he takes his mouth off of you for a moment, thick cock throbbing with want.

"wait," he says between shallow gasps for air, "not yet. i just want to focus on you right now... can you let me do that?" you nod and he slaps your thigh, which quickly has your spurting out multiple 'yes's in an apologetic tone.

you feel your body lifting to which you whine, tears falling in thick globs as you unconsciously hump the air for some needed friction, your pussy once again clamping around nothing, as you assume some sort of punishment was about to begin.

zayne watches you amusingly. it was quite a pathetic sight- one he loved, don't get him wrong but the thoughts that flowed into his mind weren't nice— slapping your ass, pinching your thigh or edging you every time you forgot to properly address him, tears falling down your face as you apologize and pout, begging to be fucked. god, he could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

it was the first official day of dating, though, so he wanted to cut you some slack and slowly ease you into things.

he finally puts you back down- noticeably, a bit further up his face. his arms lock you back in place, preparing himself in case you decide to run away from him again.

if anything, he'll ease you into things by forcing you to fuck yourself one orgasm into the other on his face.

"ride my face. fuck yourself using my nose." those words have your cunt spasming as you don't hesitate to listen to him.

your body jerks slowly as you ground down on him, his tall nose repeatedly tapping and prodding at your clit. zayne doesn't hesitate to continue his past ministrations, his tongue flat against you, sliding across your folds with every thrust from you.

"z-zayne. fuck." you moan as you grip the couch's arm for dear life, your body unconsciously speeding up as you look at the boy beneath you sitting so still and pretty for you with his eye half-lidded as his mouth softly parted. and, of course, the stimulation from his nose was just not helping.

zayne was drenched, soaked with your juices and he wouldn't let up. air lessened with each breath for him but he didn't care. in fact, he pushed his head further up into you. he loved it. he loved drowning in you.

"would love to have you sit on my face more often," he murmurs to himself as he feels your fingers entangle themselves in his hair, thighs locking and trembling around his head from the vibrations. zayne pushes his head up into your cunt even further, the hump on his hose throwing you for a loop.

"zayne. zay—fuck, fuck. oh, god!" you just couldn't get his name out of your mouth. it's as if he was currently conditioning you to focus on him— to know only him in this moment. he smiles, "it's alright, you can cum, baby. no one's stopping you. get off on my nose and mouth, baby. that's it." the sounds his face created with your pussy were oh, so lewd. it filled the entire room as your physician acted like you were a cup of fresh water waiting for him after he stayed in the sahara for a little too long.

soft whimpers leave your lips as you feel yourself sobbing. the pressure building up was too intense.

"come on, give it to me." the man under you grunts as he feels his dick twitch incessantly. no matter how badly he wanted to, zayne just couldn't resist palming himself. his tongue continues to fuck you sloppily, relishing in the act as he lapped up the savoury, dripping cum from you and spit from him like a dog. all while he played with your nipples, either groping, slightly grazing, or circling them. you name it.

you feel your legs thrash as a loud moan rips from your throat before you even realize what's coming. your body can't stop shaking and all you see is white yet zayne doesn't stop eating you out, his lips now encircling your clit and as he grips your legs even stronger, forcing you to relish in the harsh suction and vibrations as he moans along with you from the sight of you before him.

you squirt all over him, short bursts leaving your cunt to shower the man under you. the shock and embarrassment don't even last long as a gasp in pleasure leaves you- zayne was still on you, eyes closed as he lapped up every last drop you had offered him. he realized you came, his dick leaking pre-cum and twitching from the fact, but never truly processed it, fucking you through your orgasm and into the next one while not taking into account your sensitivity. you had no time to catch your breath.

"h—hey. wait... zayne!" you squirm. he hums unconsciously as he digs himself further into your cunt, overstimulating you with the flicks of his tongue. it's as if he can't stop. it's as if can't hear you. or maybe he just doesn't want to hear you.

"no more! hmphf— shit!" you repeatedly tap his shoulder as you continue to shake, your hips unconsciously still grinding into his face while your upper body rocks with sensitivity, nipples harder than ever and goosebumps riddling your skin. your thighs were practically squeezing his head now.

"one more for me baby, one more. please. just one more for me." zayne murmurs as he gasps for air. he looks as if he's lost his mind. his hair is dishevelled, with some parts of his fringes sticking up while the rest just barely covers his eyes. he really looks like a pervert that came straight out of a hentai in the moment. it was quite a sight.

the longer you stare, the more he looks blurry- your vision was becoming obscured, your senses simultaneously heightening as a result while the pressure in your tummy begins to build once more.

"hng— zayne, 'm gonna cum!" you sob, voice booming throughout the entire office as you feel yourself twitch, overstimulation ravaging your body. zayne's nails dig further into your hips, breaking skin, and the sharp pain allows you to finally let go. your back arches as your orgasm engulfs you, cum squirting out of you in bursts smaller yet more powerful than earlier.

"oh fuck—" a low, cracked whine leaves your boyfriend, his neck arching as he struggles to contain himself from quivering. his body shudders as he gently kisses your cunt and thighs. a fucked out look paints his face as he tries to catch his breath, his hand softly rubbing your waist in an attempt to calm you— and himself— down as he feels unusually lightheaded.

silence follows for a bit as you come down from your high and push yourself off of your lover's face who seemed very quiet—and not the usual quiet. there was something different about the air. hesitantly, you sit on his chest.

"zayne," you whisper nervously, "are you okay?"

zayne clears his throat, blinking harshly at the ceiling with his chest still heaving as his ears and cheeks are dusted red- his pretty mouth red, swollen and glistening with you. he swallows, avoiding eye contact with you as he tries to collect himself. you've never seen him like this... so shy, so embarrassed.

the silence that follows as your question goes unanswered causes anxiety to riddle through you, "did i do something wron-" "no," he interrupts not wanting to upset you in any way, "just... a minor miscalculation."

feeling relaxed, you push yourself down further onto his waist in an attempt to lay on top of him, "a minor miscalculation? what-"

oh.

you're shocked... and flattered as you feel a deeply soaked wet spot on his pants.

"i was too distracted and forgot about resisting my orgasm," he murmurs, not making eye contact. you smile, "hmm, i can tell. but don't be embarrassed, zayne. i find it a little hot... well, very hot." you chuckle. the reassurance was nice but, truth be told, he wanted his first load with you to be inside your glistening cunt, with you begging and pleading with him to give it to you, just like in his dreams.

one side of his lip curls up slightly, "i still can't believe i orgasmed untouched. though, this is my first time so i suppose it's not unusual."

just as you're about to lay on his chest, your body jerks upwards, "wait, what? you're a virgin, too? how'd you even know to do all th-"

"human anatomy," he interrupts, "being a surgeon, your physician and your boyfriend- it's quite necessary. and though i don't watch, a common assumption would be pornography."

embarrassment riddles your face and you mentally berate yourself for asking a stupid question as he kisses you, "... and i may have read some forums." his tone was soft and wispy, almost slipping past your ears. curiosity runs through you as you look up past his head at the computer. oh, that search history needed to be investigated.

"don't even think about it. i have a computer for work and another for personal use." he rolls his eyes.

gently, he lifts you from his waist and places you onto the couch just as he rises from it. he begins unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt, wiping your cum residue from off his face onto the sleeves, "relax a bit. you need to come down from your high. we shouldn't miss the reservation if we leave in a minute... or three."

"wait, what about your work?"

zayne stops untying his tie to look at you. his head tilts and his eyebrow raises in the most comical way possible as if to say 'you can't be serious right now.'

"okay, fair. and.. your clothes? do you have an extra pair?" the moment you close your mouth you see zayne open a large closet filled with various button-ups and dress pants for varying occasions. as you take a closer look, you notice that they're organized by gradient and paired. not a single piece of clothing was out of place.

it was your turn to give him 'the look' as you scanned the closet before pointing at a paired outfit, a black turtleneck with matching dress pants. looking in that direction, zayne nods, taking the clothes from out the storage unit and undressing himself.

you feel your cheeks warm as you catch a glimpse of his bare back. you have yet to see him undressed and, to be honest, you don't want it to be now considering the two of you had plans after dinner. the sooner you fix your clothes the faster that time will arrive so that's what you do.

looking away, you notice something is missing- your panties. you quietly search for your underwear and it's nowhere to be seen. you scan the concrete floor and the velvet couches before directing your attention to the akso employee, only to catch him pushing sheer material into his pocket in silence just as you were about to query the fabric's whereabouts.

the two of you make eye contact once more. his face holds no emotion but he does turn around rather quickly, blush blooming at his ears once again as he looks at his computer before closing it and gathering the rest of his belongings.

note(s)💀. no one can come for me about the dorsal hump cause i found someone that happens to think the same thoughts as me! also i just finished day 2 of the valentine event??? zayne may have a sensitive neck ??? or am i just delusional??? + fav zayne edit if u care😼 also if i forgot something in the warnings plz dont hesitate to tell me! + i would love constructive crisitism just be nice abeg.

#i need some rum after this #and a nap #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #love and deepspace smut #l&ds #love & deepspace #lads #love & deepsace x reader #love and deepspace zayne #l&ds smut #l&ds x reader #l&ds zayne #lads zayne #zayne x mc #zayne smut

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coco-loco-nut · 1 month

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We Can’t Be Friends

Pairing: George Russel x Reader

Summary: George’s girlfriend, a former child actor, is not well liked by the public

TW: mentions of alcohol and drug abuse, implied child exploitation

A/n: going off of the more popular interpretation of the song (ari vs the public)

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You just finished filming a short interview in a docuseries with some of your former colleagues, those who fell into the same trap and downfall as you did. You prefer not to air everything out, but you knew your statement would support the others.

The industry basically forced you into a drug and alcohol addiction, one that you thankfully beat, but you went from someone who was once loved to someone hated, just from how the media spun your name.

You met George at a hospital event -you now work as a biochemist and bioengineer- and he immediately recognized his childhood crush. You dated for a year before feeling strong enough to go public, but ever since he posted a very cute picture of you, the hate has started again.

“I’ll make a statement asking them to leave you alone,” George offers but you shake your head no. He hates seeing you upset, but both of you didn’t expect the backlash on you.

“They won’t understand, they could never even try. They will never know what it was like to grow up like that, even the docuseries won’t help,” you start to dismiss the thought.

“We can’t do nothing,” he tries to reason, wanting to protect you.

“I don’t want to tiptoe around the public, but I don’t want to hide, either way I’m feeding this fire,” you groan, running your hand through your hair as you pace the room. You had to call off of work today, the entrance to your townhome being blocked by paparazzi.

“The story is gonna die, and we’ll be alright,” George stands up and pulls you into a hug. In your mind you picture the public liking you again, waiting for their love again.

A few days later, George drags you out of the house for lunch, you had only been leaving for work. The two of you step out, a reporter immediately coming up to you. You ignore the first few, sitting in your silence.

“It’s just me and you, Baby girl,” George whispers to you, supporting you however you choose to respond.

“Y/n, is it true that you have been in and out of rehab for the past year? You are in and out of hospitals,” one reporter, who always hounds you, asks causing you to whirl around. You don’t want to argue, but you don’t want to bite, so you choose a confusing answer.

“You’ve got me misunderstood, but at least I look this good,” you smirk, watching their face scrunch in confusion, gripping their paper and pen, before continuing your walk.

The next day a clip of one of your short interviews drops, taken while you were in college, as a trailer for the docuseries release the following week.

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I don’t like how this industry painted me, but I’m still here hanging, just not what they made me. It’s almost like a daydream sometimes, finally leaving that world. I feel so seen, I am everything that I defined myself as, not all that the industry made me be. My truth and I may always sit in silence, but one day I hope I am brave enough to say it out loud. For now, it’s only me on the road after recovery, but maybe that’s all I need.

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buzzfeed.com/uk

A list of every child actor we need to apologize to after watching “Drugged: The Truth Behind the Lives of Child Actors”

1. Y/n Y/l/n

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“Are you sure you want to go out there?” George asks, looking at the crowds of journalists. You nod, tired of being silent and waiting for things to be better, not caring about feeding the fire anymore.

“Let’s go,” you release a shaky breath, stepping out behind your boyfriend as he walks you to work.

“Y/n! Anything to comment regarding the documentary that’s been released and the allegations made by your former colleagues?” A journalist asks, the rest hoarding, pens at the ready.

“Actually, I do. You owe us an apology. Villainizing children who needed someone like you to expose how awful our working conditions were, that’s sick and cruel. You wrote lies about us, and instead of apologizing, you want to ask us for statements and exploit our names more? You’re sick. We can’t be friends,” you chem them out before continuing on your way to work. A part of you will always wait for their love, but you are tired of waiting for them to like you.

“You’re a badass. I hope they will see you are the biochemist and bioengineer, not the child actor. You’ve come so far and I’m so proud,” George says once your breathing steadies from the adrenaline.

“Thank you, Georgie,” a small part of you wants to flip them off behind you, just like you would’ve done ten years ago, but you don’t, finally moving forward.

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moremaybank · 10 months

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UR BEST FRIEND — s.c

pairing sarah cameron x fem!reader

summary sarah's dating john b, but also happens to be in love with you; john b's best friend. (based on the song "ur best friend" by kiana ledé feat. kehlani)

warnings oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering, choking, spitting, scissoring, language, cheating (sarah on john b — oops), kinda toxic and a lil angsty with a fluffy ending

author's note the "ur" is intentional! song linked here ♡︎ please listen to it, it's one of my faves of all time and you def won't regret it

sarah masterlist

we ain’t felt like us in a minute

whole damn time i knew i shouldn’t have did it

might’ve got too excited, i’ll admit it

almost called your name when he was in it

Sarah finds that she can’t cum unless she pictures that it’s you who’s making her do so. It’s not like the sex with John B is bad. It isn’t. It’s a shame what she’s doing to him, convincing him that she’s head over heels and insatiable when it comes to the love and touches he provides her with as if she doesn’t feel those very things for his best friend. But she can’t bear to hurt him. She cares about him deeply, and there is a connection there.

Still, ever since you came around and intertwined your life with hers deeper than she’s ever imagined, she’s been missing that spark with her boyfriend. The spark that makes her knees weak and makes her stomach do flips. The spark that ignites a flutter in her core, that makes her soak through her panties in anticipation of the pleasure that will soon fill every molecule of her being.

The spark that only lights because of you.

She opens her eyes, and she’s almost disappointed when her eyes land on John B’s and not yours. Your soft skin isn’t pressing against hers. Your kiss-swollen lips aren’t the ones melting into her own like silk. The moans of ecstasy aren’t emitting from your sweet mouth.

All Sarah wants is you, and she has you. But not right now, and not in the way she truly longs for.

ooh, it’s wrong, but you make me feel right

textin’ your phone while right beside him

wish it was anyone besides him

It’s date night for Sarah and John B, the two of them on the couch in the chateau as they watch a movie.

Sarah scrolls mindlessly through her phone, her feet propped on John B’s lap while he dozes off. The main characters in the movie are slowly becoming intimate, their kisses growing deeper and sloppier as they begin to remove each other’s clothing and profess their love in a toe-curling fashion.

Sarah’s thighs squeeze together as she tries to quell the ache but also provide a small sense of friction to her throbbing clit. She’s crazy. John B’s right there. She could take care of things right now, and find her release with the help of her boyfriend. But she isn’t thinking about him.

She’s thinking about you.

She whips out her phone once more, opening her messages and clicking on your shared chat.

i miss you :(( please tell me you get off work soon

Her eyes flit up to the top left corner of her screen, noticing that the time is now nine o’clock on the dot. Once her eyes return to your messages, she sees that you’re typing. Anticipation and excitement roll through her as she awaits your response.

just finished baby. meet me at mine in a half hour?

Sarah grins as she types out her response.

you can bet on it <3

i was with my man last night

and i just realized what i felt that night wasn’t wrong

thought about you in the whole car ride, like

i hate that you ain’t your best friend (x2)

“God, I missed you,” you mumble against Sarah’s wet lips.

The minute she stepped inside your house, you pulled her in for a kiss and wouldn’t dare let her go until you got a little fill of what you’d been waiting all day for. Then, before you both knew it, you were piled into your shower with your naked bodies pressed together as one.

Your lips trail down her neck as your hands move to massage her breasts. You pinch her nipples and she sighs as she leans against the wall. Her back arches and she pushes herself further into your hold.

“I missed you more. Haven’t even gotten off properly since the last time I was with you.”

“Yeah?” You ask, leaving more open-mouthed kisses on her skin while you slowly sink to your knees. “I can fix that for you if you’d like.”

She nods, her eyes screwing shut when she feels your thumb swipe over her clit ever so lightly. “Yes. Yes, please.”

You grin, “So pretty when you beg for me, baby.”

Your hand hooks under the back of her knee and you pull her leg over your shoulder, opening her core up to you. Your hands then move to cup her ass, and you force her cunt onto your tongue. Her hips buck when your tongue graces through her folds, licking and sucking at anywhere you can reach. You flick stripes onto her, taking your time and teasing her as you ghost around her most sensitive bud. You can taste her arousal as it seeps out of her more and more, and you savour it as if you’ll never get another chance to do so.

“You taste so good,” you murmur. You slip a finger into her slowly, pulling back to watch her face contort in pleasure. “You’re so tight too. Barely giving my finger a chance to move, baby.”

Returning your mouth to her, you trace the outline of her clit and feel her buck her hips into you when you start to suck on it. You pull away to speak as you add another finger. They hook up into her g-spot, curling and probing it as your eyes lock with hers.

“That’s it. Ride my face. Use me just how you like,” you encourage, sticking your tongue back out for her use. Her hands slip into your hair as she obeys you, holding your head in place and riding your tongue with need.

Her moans grow louder, and you shake your head back and forth when her motions falter, helping her reach her high. Your face is practically buried in her when you flick her clit just right and press the special spot inside her simultaneously, causing her to fall apart. She releases your head, twisting and pulling at her nipples as she rides out her orgasm. She shivers, nearly losing her balance if it weren’t for your hold on her.

“I love watching you cum,” you speak, slowly slipping your cum-coated fingers out of her hole and rising back onto your feet. Your other hand grabs her face as you push your fingers into her mouth, letting her taste herself. “You look so pretty, like an angel.”

hey, he had the courage to step up ‘n pull up

six speed like

puttin’ so much work, just to make it work

and he’s almost perfect, and that’s why it hurts

and he calls me family, that’s what make it worse

You’d harboured feelings for Sarah long before she was even on John B’s radar. Truthfully, you didn’t think she would ever be into you, and so you never made a move. But the guilt bubbled inside you so powerfully whenever you saw the two of them together. It also didn’t help that he’d come to you for everything, especially when he was in dire need of help. You suffered through hearing about their first date, the first time they slept together, and everything in between.

You envied him. If only you’d had the courage the way he did, maybe you’d be in his position. Getting to call Sarah yours in public. Kissing the life out of her whenever you saw her, no matter who was around or watching. Being the only one who got to touch her and make her cum in the heavenly way she did so.

It isn’t fair. Lusting and pining after your best friend’s girlfriend. John B’s always been there for you, without fail, and he’s one of the most important people in your life. But you can’t help your feelings, they’re uncontrollable. And though you wanted Sarah first, you couldn’t just turn off what you felt for her in the blink of an eye.

“You good?” Kie asks as you watch John B pull Sarah into his hold, seeing the two of them giggle and beam at each other.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Why?”

“Maybe because you’re giving John B and Sarah the death stare.”

Your head snaps away, your eyes finding Kie’s immediately as you try to play it off.

“Nah, it’s not…it’s not like that. I just zoned out. I got a lot going on.”

“Whatever you say,” she hums, taking a swig of her beer.

Your eyes move back onto the couple for a few seconds, and Sarah happens to catch your eye. She gives you a saddened look, mouthing an I’m sorry to you form across the way. You nod in response, giving her a half-hearted smile before getting up to get another drink.

There was no way you could stomach the sight of them sober.

it’s wrong but i make you feel right

you textin’ my phone while right beside him

wish it was anyone besides him

“Oh my god, yes!” Sarah exclaims. “Please don’t stop. Please.”

You continue rolling your hips, rutting your clit against Sarah’s as you ride her pussy. You’re clutching onto her left leg, adorning the skin of her calf and knee with kisses. Her pleas rile you up further, and your left hand grabs her by the throat.

“Open wide for me,” you command with a stern voice, squeezing your hand slightly.

Sarah listens, always one to follow your orders. Her tongue sticks out as she stretches her mouth open for you. You lean down, spitting into it and letting your grip on her tighten as you ride her harder.

“Now swallow.”

Sarah does as you say, showing you the proof when her mouth opens up to you again.

“Such a good slut for me, hm? You’d let me do anything I wanted, wouldn’t you?” Your fingers stuff into her mouth, nearly gagging her as you begin to swivel your hips in a circle and throw your head back as the pit in your core tightens. It starts to build, tighter and tighter as you’re on the brink of your release. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

You retract your fingers from her mouth and they find purchase in her hair as you pull her head up to your chest. Sarah sticks out her tongue, slithering it against one of your nipples as her eyes lock on yours. Her hot breath against your flesh makes you shiver as it breezes over your wet bud. You cry out when you cum with Sarah right behind you as her head falls back against her pillow.

“Yes, fuck!”

You nearly collapse on top of her, your lips finding hers and capturing them in a greedy kiss. You lick into her mouth, tasting her as your chest heaves. When you pull away, her eyes are dancing with mischief.

“Wanna go again?”

Before you can respond, her phone dings, notifying you both that someone has texted her. The hand she has on your hip squeezes it in comfort as she reaches over and grabs it. Her smile fades, and your brow raises.

“Who is it?”

She gulps, “It’s John B. He…He needs me. Something went down between him and JJ.”

“Right, yeah,” you say, climbing off of her slowly. “I’ll just go then.”

“Y/N,” she speaks, her voice in a pleading tone. “You know that’s not what I want. But he’s my boyfriend. I’m supposed to be there for him.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t need you to remind me that you aren’t mine.” The bitterness seeps from your voice as you get dressed. “I’m just getting tired of being your secret.”

“Y/N, please. I’ll tell him. You just gotta give me time.”

“I have given you time! It’s been months, Sarah. And I know it isn’t easy for you, but, fuck, it’s not easy for me either. He’s my best friend.” Your movements come to a stop, and you find her eyes. “Maybe…maybe we should just end this. We both know that you won’t walk away from him, and I’m not gonna stick around and get hurt by you even more than I already have.”

Pain flashes across Sarah’s face and she gets out of bed. Her hands find your face when she reaches you, urging you to look at her again.

“Don’t. Don’t leave me.”

She pulls you in for a kiss, soft and head-spinning as her lips brush against yours. You try to resist, but you can’t help it. You melt into her and grant her access when her tongue swipes against your bottom lip.

You’re stuck. You’re in deep. Too deep.

you was with your man last night

and you just realized what you felt that night wasn’t wrong

thought me on your whole car ride, like

i hate that you ain’t your best friend (x2)

The drive home from Sarah’s is a mopey one. Void by The Neighbourhood buzzes through the speakers of your car, contributing to your sulking. Part of you wonders if she feels the same way you do. Far past hurt because you can’t be together. Envious when she sees someone else’s hands on you at a party, like she wants to rip them away from you and pull you into her own arms instead. Dying to kiss you when she catches your eye in public.

Part of you thinks that she’s just into you for the sex. That the reason she won’t leave John B is because she’s getting the best of both worlds. A relationship with someone who dotes on you without ever wavering, and great, passionate sex with someone she considers to be her current fixation.

But you can’t be more wrong.

Meanwhile, on Sarah’s ride over to John B’s, all she can think about is ending things with him. It’s horrible timing, but the longer she waits, the worse it becomes. She’s hurting badly. She wants to be with you. More than she’s ever wanted anything in her life. The way she loves you is tearing her up inside because she’ll never be able to truly bare her soul to you if she’s still in her relationship.

Another thing weighing on her mind is how close she came to losing you today. Hearing how wounded you were by the fact that she didn’t really and truly belong to you, that you’re constantly forced to watch the girl you love with your best friend. She’s always so wrapped up in her guilt toward John B that she failed to notice that the guilt and pain were taking its toll on you too.

So she has to buck up. If she doesn’t, then she’ll lose you for good.

i always knew from the beginning

the whole damn time, it’s you that i was feelin’

seems like things are better when forbidden

and that’s why i hate that

i hate that you ain’t your best friend

The next day, you’re still in a grumpy mood. You showered last night upon coming home, and you’ve been glued to your bed ever since. You roll your eyes as Jenny from Gossip Girl whines to her father Rufus about quitting school, and suddenly, you hear a knock on your front door. You let out a groan, dramatically rolling out of bed and making your way down to tell whoever’s choosing to bother you right now to fuck off. But when you open the door, you come face to face with the girl you love.

There she is, standing in the pouring rain, her clothes wholly drenched and her hair sticking to the sides of her face.

“Sarah? Come inside, you’re going to get pneumonia,” you say. Your fingers circle her wrist and you tug her into your warm home. Your hands rub her arms up and down as you try to warm her up. You can practically hear her teeth chattering as her cold body trembles. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I needed to talk to you,” she murmurs.

“And you couldn’t have called me? The roads are crazy, and this storm is supposed to be the worst one of the year.”

“I love you.”

Sarah blurts it out so fast that you think you’re dreaming.

“I— What?”

She tucks a wet clump of strands behind her ear, before grabbing both of your hands into hers. Her thumbs run over your knuckles as she searches for the courage to look at you again.

“You’re the reason I was with John B in the first place. I…I wanted to be close to you, anyway I could, because I thought that you were never going to make your move. You could never say how you felt about me, and then John B did, and I figured…this would be the only way to stay close to you. But I love you, Y/N. Not him.”

Your eyes are welling with tears, and you smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirms, her own lips curling up as she watches your eyes sparkle. “It was never him. It was always you.”

You use your intertwined hands to pull her closer. “You better kiss me, then.”

And she does.

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maximumkillshot · 6 months

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I Won't Lose You- ICLY 7.5

Warnings: Cheater POV, a lot of not nice things are said. Definitely something to think about if you are sensitive to that type of subject matter, cursing, some air of grand diosity,

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Characters: Chris, Seungmin

A/N: So a lot of people have been wondering what Chan has been thinking... Welp... You get what you wish for... even though it ain't pretty. I wanted to punch him writing it. This is after Chris gets banned from the hospital room. Since it is following him and not the reader, I decided to give it a different name, with the annotation being 7.5. Happy anger management people!

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BEFORE:

Han looked up at Bin, trying to will himself not to cry. The both of you are so sweet, so kind. He could see the weight on Bin’s shoulders, crushing him. He could see it in his head, Bin keeping everything bad from crashing on top of you, his arms outstretched, using his whole body as a shield. Han knew that if it meant keeping you safe, Bin would carry the world. That’s what separated Bin from Chris.

Both may be fond of you. Only one has ever put your safety over everything. Only one ever made you feel heard and seen. Only one ever made you laugh until you cried. Only one would take off work to take care of you when you’re sick. Only one made you understand that there is no priority above you. Only one would calm you with just a touch. Only one truly loves you with their heart and soul. That “only one” was in the bed with you right now.

Han watched, eventually just letting the tears fall as Bin held you saying, “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you, I’m sorry. I love you… I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me.”

That was the first time Changbin had ever let himself say it out loud, “I love you so much it hurts…I Can’t Lose You.”

NOW:

Chan’s POV:

I have never seen Y/N like that. A part of me wants to say that it was something that was a freak accident, that Soo and I were a freak accident. We weren’t. Y/N deserves to know that, to have it acknowledged. I want to scream that I regret it, that I want to take it all back, that I wanted to erase it all. That would be a lie.

You can’t regret something that you actually initiated. I don’t regret what I did. I wanted a release, I got a release. I wanted to feel exhilaration, I got it. What I am sorry for is getting caught. Of course I’d never say this out loud but, the truth is my marriage was a means to an end. She loves me, of course… and I love her… to an extent. I loved it when she would perk up when I came home, or be passed out on the couch, waiting for me to come home. In a lot of ways, Y/N is like a puppy. She would do all the tricks in the book to make me happy. If she was lucky, she’d get rewarded.

There is an even more fucked up part of me that is relieved that she knows. Sneaking around wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was making it look like I was with the boys when I wasn’t. Y/N is so close to the boys it was a pain in the ass, all it would’ve taken was one text and right there my cover would be blown. I know that I can come back from this, though. Soo never held a candle to my wife. I just told Soo whatever she wanted to hear. I made it worth it for her to do what she wanted… what we wanted, who am I kidding, I wanted it.

Everything is still so raw, she’s not really going to leave. I know she told me when we started dating, but I know that I can prove myself to her. She is the type to really believe that everyone is good inherently. It was something that I used to every advantage, if I’m honest. I’m obviously better than Changbin. I make more, I am more level headed… obviously… I am willing to do whatever I need to make sure I get what I want. How could she want anyone else? That’s like trading in a top of the line Ferrari for a beat up 1999 Taurus. Plus, she always gives people second chances. This is all one giant hiccup.

While the rest of the boys and I filed into the elevator, I heard her voice. She was so scared, I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, it was so meek, fragile… weak. That’s really the only downside to her. She is weak. Her emotions get the better of her always. Given, what happened would make anyone go crazy, but at the end of the day, she can’t keep control over her emotions. She is the type of person to read a room and follow the tone of the room. She isn’t a trendsetter, a leader. The only reason why the boys are the way that they are is because she is hurt. Something about their “white knight” complexes. Honestly I could puke just thinking about it. While they were playing games, painting, or just practicing on vocal technique, I was ensuring their continued employment. That will never change about her though. She folds under pressure. Like a skeleton with no spine. Sometimes it was exhausting, others amusing; that’s the biggest tell as to her coming back. She has no spine without me. She needs me… just like everyone else.

Knowing the woman Y/N is I knew that for her to be this way, she had to hurt so badly. It ripped my heart out, seeing her finding comfort in another person, almost as much as knowing that I was the one to do all of it to her. It made me look so bad, to everyone. Hearing Changbin call out to Han that she was slipping, I’ve never heard a voice like that before. I’ve never heard screams like hers. I should’ve never tested her, calling our child “it”. She has been trying so hard, comforting me non-stop, that it’ll happen when it’s meant to happen, that she’ll be on top of it. To let me know in the cutest way. Nothing’s more cute than finding out on your third anniversary that your family is going to get bigger.

It hurt me saying that, calling them “it”, that was exactly why I knew it would get the job done. I needed to peel her away from Changbin without touching her, but it worked a little too well. Why was I punsihing her, punishing them? I think the answer to that is simple. I don’t want the attention on me. Which is counterintuitive, given my natural tendencies. Right now, in this moment, I don’t want to be acknowledged. The way that they see me right now threatens everything I worked for, and it looks like everyone chose their side to stand on. Me giving them more of a chance to hate me is only going to make my job down the road harder.

I think some of the boys could tell. I am royally pissed. I got caught, which for one is annoying, but for all of them to take her side? That was infuriating. I spent so long honing them, training them. I always protected them, supported them. It is infuriating to have people that you did everything for to just dismiss you. Why were’nt they comforting me? That child was mine too. Why am I not getting any condolences? Hell, when we had no money to eat, I wouldn’t eat just so the 8 could have something… anything. The days I went to bed starving, the nights I worked around the clock to give them the opportunities that they now take advantage of.

This is how they repay me? Screaming at me left and right, Changbin threatening to kill me, even Felix turned his back. I just fucked a side piece… I mean I know what that caused is on me. That I was responsible for what happened to our child. If I could feel like I was attached I am sure I would’ve been a wreck. Something that was mine being taken away does that to a person like me. One thing is for sure, I truly never wanted to hurt her. I never wanted to look bad, hurting her would do that, and so I made sure to tread lightly, my go to’s being, “I know Baby, I’m sorry,” and “What time is it? Shit Baby I’m so sorry.”

That didn’t stop me to wanting to have my own little thing. My own little secret. It was a different type of high that I didn’t know I craved… needed. It’s no doubt that Soo did feel better in bed. I could tell she knew what she was doing. Y/N had no experience before me and that did a wonder for my corruption kink, but after that… It was like pulling teeth. I had to teach her everything, so every time we we’d sleep together I had to act like I liked the fact that she’s so innocent. Which I do, but I also don’t want to have to have a health class every time I wanted to have sex. Soo wasn’t like that. She knew what she was doing. Hmmm… maybe I’ll clean up the house and finish what we started.

In the elevator, no one wanted to say anything. I didn’t want to say anything either, I didn’t want to make anything worse than it is. It’s a unique empty feeling. Y/N would look at me like I hung the moon itself. The feelings that she gave me, I was seen, heard, and loved. Constantly reassured. I can’t live without that validation. The minute I walked out of the elevator I didn’t even look back, all I said was “Take care of her. Do what I didn’t, she needs you. Call me if you need anything.” That made me feel a little better, giving them an order, felt like the last say in a way.

It was Seungmin’s voice that cut through, I heard him stop the elevator with is arm, “That was never a question, we’ve always taken care of her, don’t wait up. We all know you’re not used to being the one waiting for someone. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” My lip upticked at his comment. Mostly because I didn’t imagine Seungmin to have balls like that and another was that I didn’t have a rebuttal. I always have a rebuttal. He’s right though, I always kept her waiting, not the other way around. It always made me feel important, that she needed me to go to bed well, that she craved to feel me.Yet now I find myself willing to wait an eternity if it meant being able to hold her one more time, to have her cook for me, then to cuddle up and pass out together, all of that shit I see as a waste of time. To think I hate needing someone yet here I am, needing her.

I kept walking after I heard the elevator close. By the time I made it to the car I was trying my hardest not to collapse. My wife was in that hospital, fighting for her life, after I caused her to miscarry, a baby we have been wanting since our first anniversary. I am enraged. I’ve never felt so out of control and it’s driving me crazy. I am always in control. That is the only way that I function. It is something that I pride myself on. Now everything is out of place everyone stepped out of line. All I have to do is get them back in their rightful place… Then we can move on.

I’ve never imagined anyone else as the mother of my children, she is giving enough to focus on them while I work on my career. It’s always been Y/N. That thought was the one that made me slam my door a little too hard. She’s going to come back, she’ll be back. She will have my child, we will be happy… When everyone is in their place.

I tried to distract myself as I went home. It felt like an out of body experience, seeing myself in the rearview mirror, hating the person I saw, just for the sole fact of getting caught. It was such a rookie move. I should’ve known that there was something going on when everyone said they were out for the night. No matter how loud I made the radio, I heard noting but her screams. I wanted to blame someone, get the pain as far away from me as possible, trying to make me out to be the good one. I’m not. The only things I’m good at are music and acting. I could still see the little glances she’d give me, convincing herself that I am just busy. She is so trusting, it honestly baffles me. Just another sign that she’s weak.

I wanted to make it her fault. She shouldn’t be so naive. Seeing Soo disappearing at the same time I am? The way that I couldn’t really look her in the eye for most of last month? She should’ve told me sooner. Maybe if she did that our child would still be here. That’s not even including how I’ve had to keep Soo on a shorter leash than anyone, her face gives so much away. The first time she hung out with us I had to take her to another room and tell her to get it together because she almost started crying in front of Y/N. I know that people will say that’s not fair, What part about anything that I’ve done screamed ‘oh this is reasonable’? None. It’s been so long I’ve been doing this that I don’t even remember how all of this started. Ah I remember now.

I guess a year ago it started off with me venting to Soo. I didn’t know why we weren’t conceiving. We timed out the cycles, we did everything correctly, but still it wasn’t happening. If I told the boys I know I would look weaker for it and I didn’t want Y/N to be even more stressed about getting pregnant. Soo validated my feelings and told me that she was always there for me. That was the first mistake. I should’ve gone to Y/N. After a while it went from talking when I was aggravated to talking daily.

I looked forward to those calls so badly. It felt like a little interaction that was all mine. Making her laugh made me feel like when I used to get Y/N to laugh. The butterflies came soon after that, seeing that I got a form of attention I didn’t realize I was missing. About two months ago she told me that she was seeing me as “not just my friends husband”. That made my heart leap in my chest. I should’ve avoided her like the plague after that, I should’ve gone to my wife, but not only would that make her mad, it’d also make sneaking around harder. I did something worse.

“Good to know it’s not one sided.” I felt the words drip out of my mouth, even recounting it makes me a little excited. I turn onto my street and I heard Soo’s voice in my head, “Chris...” I knew it was wrong, I fucking knew it was, “I know. I know it’s wrong.” Then hearing her say, “What if she finds out?” with a giggle. “We’ll be discreet.”

We met up that night. I wanted to scrub myself head to toe, till my skin bled, making sure her scent was gone completely. It was so thrilling, so different, and I hated that I liked it. I liked it so much I knew I had to do it again, and soon too. Every time I came home Y/N was either passed out on the couch or in our bed. Notes left on the counter full of how much she loves me. I still remember the first one from that same night, “I know how forgetful you get in the studio, made extra of your favorite, it’s in the fridge, missed you-XOXO Y/N/N.” I looked at her form on the couch, clearly trying to stay up to see me. I ran to the bathroom to vomit, it made me anxious. I knew that I was playing with a downgraded version of my wife. If anything went wrong, I’d be left with the dollar store version of Y/N. For some reason that anxiety turned to exhiliration. The longer it went on for, the more comfortable I got of having my cake and eating it too.

She never did anything wrong. I asked for space, she gave me space. I asked for anything and she would do it in a heartbeat. She always wanted me happy and stress free. After a while I made it okay in my head by saying that she wants me to be happy and having both make me happy so it’s okay. I know better, I always knew better.

I always got up too early, that way I didn’t afford myself time to see the person that I love in one of my favorite ways to see her, happy and sleeping. The last few days I gave myself that. Feeling the guilt eat me alive, rightfully so. I felt guilty for putting all of this on the line, putting her on the line, not for her, but what losing her means to me. I’d practice my apology while she slept, “I’m so sorry, I love you.”

If it wasn’t for the boys being there, I could’ve had a better handle on her. I could’ve reiterated that practiced apology over and over. I could’ve kept the control I spent years making, which is really the most fucked up thing about all of this. I was in training for almost 10 fucking years, I finally get the perfect group of people who followed perfectly without question. Then Changbin goes ahead and goes soft for Y/N. She’s gorgeous, I know, she’s funny, and kind, but she was also making Bin step out of line a bit. Every time she was around, he would try to take point, try to be the center of attention. At first I thought that it was Bin trying to be cute. When he asked me how he could ask her out a few months after this started, I felt my stomach drop. She threatened everything I worked for. So I spewed some bullshit to make him question himself a bit more while I figured out what to do.

Some wouldn’t see this as a problem. I am not some. I only let my members have center because I permitted it. If I threw myself in the spotlight always, it would look off. So I made myself into the best, most supportive leader, the leader of the 4th generation, how can you get bigger than that? The perfect wife… Y/N. It was perfect, if I had her, not only would I have more control over Bin, but I’d also have the perfect little family one day. That was when I decided to ask her out after getting her separated enough from Bin. Which wasn’t too hard. There were some unseen snags but overall it was easy. Keeping her is going to be just as easy. When she’s healed. Then everyone will fall back in line.

I pull in to my driveway and go to the door. Once I opened up the door, Bins clothes covered in blood were there, taunting me. I walked further into the house, I looked on the mantle, the picture from our wedding hung there. I remember that day, that gorgeous day. I threw it away. That woman with the most infectious smiles, the woman who’d hold me so close during horror movies. I found myself grabbing that picture, I dragged my finger over her face. I heard her voice, “I love you”, and I collapsed on the floor, right next to the clothes, sobbing, clutching the photo. She was so perfect.

I got so mad at that point. I shouldn’t be crying, SHE ISN’T LEAVING ME. I can fix her just like I fixed everything else around me. My perfect wife, My perfect group, MINE.

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The relationship between Wanda and Vision was complicated. It seemed like they were the perfect couple, but whenever Vision had a chance to disappear, claiming it was work related. Wanda was always left alone in the house, playing with the ring on her finger as she looked out the window.

"You need to end it Wanda." Nat told her as the two met up for coffee. "It's been forever since we have hung out and you're moping around about Vision."

"I am not moping." Wanda told her before she released a shaky breath. "What am I doing wrong Nat? We are engaged to be married. Everytime I bring up a date, he shoots it down."

"End it Wanda." Nat told her.

"I love him Nat." Wanda whispered. "I don't want to give up on something that might work in the end."

"Might work," Nat emphasized. "He clearly doesn't care about you Wanda, otherwise he would be here."

Wanda knew that she was right, she was holding onto something that was bound to fail. So she decided to take her friend's advice, she started to pack her things and pack her car as Vision was at work.

"What's for dinner?" He asked as he walked inside, taking off his tie as he spotted Wanda sitting on the sofa. "Did you cook anything?" He asked her as she shook her head.

"I didn't have it in me." She told him. "Not anymore."

"What's going on?" He asked her as he moved closer, his eyes soon landing on the engagement ring on the table.

"It's over." She told him. "I am sick of sitting at home, waiting for a fiancè who is never here."

"This is ridiculous Wanda." He told her. "I am trying to get the money saved for our wedding."

"Don't bullshit me." She told him as she stood up. "You never want to organise the wedding, you keep denying any of the dates I suggest."

"Wanda, you're reading too deep into this." He scoffed as she shook her head.

"Who is she?" She asked him. "I want a name and I want to know why?"

"That's ridiculous." He laughed as she shook her head. "You are making things up in your mind Wanda, did you have one of those dreams again."

"No!" She yelled at him.

"Maybe we can order from that Thai place you like." He tried to distract her.

"Stop changing the subject." She told him. "I am leaving and we are done." As she went to leave he grabbed her arm.

"No one will love you Wanda." He growled as she got herself free from him, tears in her eyes.

"I will." She told him. "I will love myself." She wiped her eyes. "I don't need you to love me."

"You'll regret this Wanda." He yelled after her as she left the house. It was rented by the company that Vision worked for since they had left her family back in New York. Getting in her car and starting the journey back to New York.

"Wanda?" Pietro was shocked to see his twin standing outside his door.

"I need somewhere to stay and I couldn't go to Nat." She whispered as he just opened his arms for her.

"It's ok, you're always welcome here." He told her. As the days went by, Wanda had managed to get her old job back, seeing all of her old work friends again. She was happy, happier than she has been since she moved with Vision.

"I want to kill him." Pietro growled as Wanda had explained everything that had gone down with Vision, all to the last word he said to her. "I need to kill him." He growled as Wanda shook her head no.

"I don't want to worry about him anymore." She told him. "I want to live the life I lost the moment we moved to Westview."

And she did just that, months went by as she started to recognise the person in her reflection. The woman she used to be before her life revolved around him.

"Shit." A voice sounded, breaking her from her daze.

"I am so sorry." She rambled as she tried to dry their shirt. "I am so sorry. Let me buy you a new shirt."

"It's ok." They smiled at her. "I have a spare at the office."

"I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." She told them as they smiled at her.

"It's fine, really." They told her once again. "Look, I would really love to stay here and listen to your cute rambles but I have a meeting. It's extremely important but here is my card." They handed her their card. "Maybe give me a call and I would love to hear your rambles over a date." They waited for a name.

"Wanda." She told them.

"Well, I will wait for your call." They kissed her cheek before walking away as she watched them, a deep blush coating her cheeks. Looking at the card once they were no longer in her sight. She noticed the name and where they worked.

Y/N Y/L/N

CFO

Stark Industries

She was shocked to say the least, the person she had just bumped into, beat Vision at the promotion. She remembered him returning home a few weeks before they were relocated.

Vision slammed the apartment door shut as he walked in, loosening his tie as he spotted Wanda standing at the stove.

"Are you ok Vis?" She asked him as he groaned.

"Do I look ok?" He asked her bluntly. "That promotion that I have been working towards, putting in all of the extra hours and taking on a bigger workload went to someone from outside of the company!" He grabbed a beer from the fridge. "I fucking worked for Mr Stark since I left college, worked my way up through the ranks and now some good for nothing nobody has the job."

"I'm sure it may be temporary." Wanda tried as Vision slammed the bottle down before he approached her, gripping her jaw hard.

"Are you fucking stupid?" He growled as she tried to get free from his grip. "It's not fucking temporary you stupid bitch."

She had to cover the bruises for weeks after that night, seeing a different side to Vision that she feared.

She pondered for a couple of weeks before she decided to phone the number on the phone.

"Y/N Y/L/N, how may I help?" They answered professionally.

"Hi, it's Wanda." She spoke nervously as she played with the tassel on her hoodie. "The shirt stain."

"That was art." They told her excitedly. "I wore it with pride." She giggled at their playfulness. "How have you been?"

"I have been good." She told them as she sat on her bed. "Just debating on whether I should call you."

"Well, I am glad you did." They told her. "So, how does coffee sound?"

"When?" She questioned.

"Tomorrow at 1pm?" They asked her. "There's this new place that's just opened near Central Park."

"That sounds perfect." Wanda smiled as she thought about the person who has been on her mind.

"I'll see you tomorrow Wanda." They both bid their goodbyes as they hung up. Pietro stood in the doorway as she lay back, a smile on his face at seeing her happy.

"Do you want to tell me who that was?" He questioned as she shook her head.

The next morning came around, Vision hated the idea of being back in New York, but he was needed for a meeting with none other than the company CFO.

"So the Westview branch is losing profit." Y/N questioned as they looked at the presentation that Vision had planned out.

"I guess you can say that." He mumbled.

"The records show that." Y/N told him. "What's your plan to get things level for the next twelve months?"

"I guess we can make some cutbacks." He tried as Y/N looked over the files they had.

"That will help to an extent but we need a long term solution." They told him. "Look at the retiring employees, maybe early retirement since it is the veterans who earn more than the younger ones you have just hired."

"But they're better at the job, more proficient." He tried as Y/N shook their head.

"Work with the new employees, have Viv help you out with it, and start giving out early retirements." They told him, glancing at their watch. "Head back and put the plan into motion, I'll talk with Ms Potts about this situation."

"What will happen if we can't get a level of profit?" He asked as Y/N put the folders away.

"We will have no choice but to close the Westview branch." They told him, gesturing for him to leave before they started to get ready to meet Wanda.

Vision was shocked to see Wanda sat at an outside table at Loki's, a coffee in her hand as she scrolled through her social media.

"Wanda, hi." He greeted her, causing her to look up in his direction, a forced smile on her lips.

"Vision." She looked around before looking at him once more. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"I had a meeting at HQ." He told her. "So you live here again? In New York?"

"Yes." She spoke bluntly, wanting him to leave her.

"Wanda." Y/N's voice broke her and Vision from their conversation. "Vision?"

"Y/N, do you know Wanda?" He asked with a smirk as Wanda stood abruptly.

"Let's get that coffee." She told them as she led them inside the cafè, not sparing Vision a second glance. He just watched as the two linked arms as they waited at the counter.

"How is it that you know Vision?" Y/N asked Wanda as the two walked over to an empty table with their drinks.

"Well, it's complicated." She told them as they gave her a smile.

"I have got time." They told her as she smiled at them.

"He is my ex fiancè." She told them as they nodded. "When he got transferred to Westview, I went with him. Blindly."

"I think it wasn't a nice experience." They stated as they observed her.

"No." She answered. "I guess some of the people who I had met there were nice but my career was here and the schools in Westview were small, so there weren't any jobs for me. I was a stay at home fiancè and I hated it."

"I guess he didn't take it well." Y/N pointed out. "Because he looked like he could kill me for a whole other reason."

"Yeah, he hated you before we moved." Wanda told them with a smirk. "You got the job he had been working towards and he hated it."

"Well, now I am happier." They smiled as they sat back. "I have met a beautiful woman, by chance I might add, and I have learnt why one of my employees hates me."

"He was always a power hungry man." Wanda told them.

"You sound like you know from experience." They spoke as their gaze softened. "Did he ever hurt you?" They asked her as she looked at her watch.

"I have to go." She told them.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped and made you uncomfortable." They apologised.

"It's not that." She whispered as she squeezed her eyes closed. "I barely know you and you want to know more about a relationship I had with an employee"

"Well, get to know me. Ask me anything." They told her with a smile.

"What is your favourite colour?" She asked them.

"It used to be blue, but now I'm thinking green." They smirked as Wanda chuckled.

"You keep complimenting me." She stated as Y/N nodded with a wide smile.

"And I would keep complimenting you everyday that I see you." They told her as she smiled.

"I'd like that." She smiled, that was something Vision had never done since the first year of them dating.

That was the start of Wanda's happiness again, both Y/N and Wanda had multiple dates but Y/N respected her boundaries. Waiting for her to be the one to make the next move. So as they walked together to her brother's apartment, their coat wrapped around her shoulders to protect her from the bitter ice in the winter air.

"Thank you for tonight." She whispered as they stood before the building.

"Thank you for accompanying me." They smiled as they brushed her hair from her face, she closed her eyes as a sigh left her lips at the gentle touch.

"I uh, what is the purpose of these dates for you?" Wanda asked them, her eyes boring into their own. "It's always just us, and the dates are a little too romantic to be just friends."

"I want to be more than friends." They answered honestly. "But I don't want to push anything, I am willing to wait for you Wanda."

"Don't wait for me." She whispered as her hand found theirs, holding it as she entwined their fingers. "I don't want to wait either."

"So?" They asked her, confused by her words.

"Kiss me?" She whispered as they smiled, their free hand moving to cup her cheek. Leaning in slowly until their lips met in a tender kiss, Wanda soon gripped their shirt as she pulled them closer, deepening the kiss before they pulled away.

"I will see you soon." They whispered as they opened their eyes.

"Kiss me again?" She asked as they complied, giving her a soft kiss before pulling away.

"If I keep kissing you, I won't be able to stop." They whispered as she pouted.

"Don't stop." She replied as they shook their head as their smile widened.

"I have to." They told her. "Your brother is most likely home and I would love to take you on more dates and ask you a very important question first."

"Then ask me." She told them as they chuckled lightly.

"Not right now." They caressed her cheek. "I want it to be special. Memorable, like every moment spent with you."

"Go." She told them breathlessly. "Now, or I will go against everything you have just said and take you upstairs."

"I'll see you soon dear." They kissed her forehead before watching her disappear through the doors before walking home themselves.

"How was it?" Pietro asked as Wanda walked inside, a fuzzy smile on her face.

"It was perfect." She told him as she sat beside him on the sofa. "They are perfect."

"When do I get to meet them?" He asked her as she giggled. "You have been on like a million dates, they should have met the family by now."

"Soon." She told him, he just smiled as he pulled her in for a hug.

"It's nice to see that smile on your face again." He told her. "Haven't seen that smile since we were kids."

On the next date, Y/N had decided to cook for Wanda in their apartment. They had sent her their address as they had managed to find a recipe for chicken paprikash.

"Hey." They smiled as they answered the door, receiving a kiss in return.

"Kiss the chef." Wanda smirked as she pointed at the apron.

"It was a joke gift from my assistant." They helped her take off her coat as she looked at the open plan luxury apartment.

"This is a nice place." She whispered as they hung up her coat. Smiling at her as she wandered over to the window.

"I like it here." They told her. "It's a change from my old apartment in Algonquin."

"Algonquin?" She questioned as they shrugged.

"It was home. My parents still live there, and never wanted to move." They told her as they went to stir the food on the stove.

"Is that?" She asked as she approached them.

"It is." They confirmed. "I found a recipe online during a meeting on Monday and I had to try and cook it for you." She listened as they rambled. "I remember you saying it was your favourite dish that your mom used to make."

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Thank me after you don't die of food poisoning." They told her as their eyes met hers. Wanda had felt that in that moment, the entire world had stopped moving, with the intensity they gazed at her.

"Do you want me to help with anything?" She asked as she straightened out her jumper.

"Maybe grab whatever drink you want from the rack." They told her as they started to get the bowls out, and the garlic bread from the oven.

"My brother wants to meet you." She told them as she sat opposite them.

"Really? Would I be getting the talk?" They questioned with a joke.

"Most definitely." She chuckled. "With Vision, he thought that he was a good guy, that he wouldn't hurt me."

"But he did." They stated. "In more than one way." They started to clear the plates before taking Wanda's hand and helping her stand. "Just know that, if you agree to be mine, I will protect your heart with my life. I will do everything in my power to keep that smile on your face and that sparkle in your eye."

"Yes." She whispered as she subconsciously stepped closer to them. "I want to be yours." Her hands danced along the front of their shirt as they held her hip with one hand and the other caressing her cheek. The tenderness that they had shown her made her realise that she would always be safe when she was in their arms. So they spent that night, getting to know each other deeply, their clothes strewn across the bedroom floor as Y/N kissed her passionately. Showing her all of the things she never knew she could feel.

She woke the next morning, just covered by the sheet as flashes of the night before flashed through her mind. She could smell pancakes and hear Y/N's voice as they spoke on the phone.

"Westview will have to be closed." They spoke. "We have no other option. There isn't any way we can save that branch." They sighed as they flipped the pancakes. "Offer them a transfer or redundancy. It's the only choice we have." They smiled as they spotted Wanda walk in with the shirt that she stripped from them the night before. "I'll be back on Monday and we can discuss it more. Good day Mr Smith."

"Was that?" Wanda questioned as she took a seat as Y/N hung up.

"It was Vision." They told her. "Tell me if this is too weird."

"It's weird hearing his name but I really like you." She stood up and walked towards them as they turned off the stove. "So much and I don't want this to end." She stood nose to nose with them as she bit her lip. "You have made me feel alive, more alive than I have been since the day I was born."

"Let's eat." They told her, lifting her onto the surface before she could say otherwise, kissing her with urgency before they took off the shirt. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." They whispered as they looked in her eyes. "Like you were painted by Da Vinci himself."

Wanda pulled them back into a hungry kiss, moaning as their tongue pushed past her lips, devouring her as much as they could. The breakfast soon became cold and forgotten about as they had their head between Wanda's thighs, bringing forth another mind blowing orgasm.

Wanda was nervous about Pietro meeting Y/N, cooking a simple meal as she wore Y/N's shirt with her jeans, setting the table and making sure the apartment seemed nice.

"The apartment is fine Wanda." Pietro told her as he leaned on the wall, an amused smirk on his face.

"This is shabby compared to their's P." She told him.

"If they really like you Wanda, they wouldn't care about the apartment." He told her just as the doorbell rang. Moments later, Pietro let them in, handing him a case of premium beer and a bouquet of flowers for Wanda.

"Hi, you must be Pietro." They held out their hand for him to shake.

"I am, and I have heard a lot about you." He told them with a smirk. "So, if you hurt her, I will find out and you won't like it when I do."

"I don't plan on ever hurting her." They told him honestly.

"Good." He smirked as Wanda came just in time.

"Dinner is ready." She told them as she grabbed Y/N's hand and led them to the table. They shared small conversations, Y/N heard stories from when the twins were young.

"So." Pietro questioned as Wanda left the table. "What are your intentions with my sister?"

"I just want to be there for, however she would let me." They told him honestly. "I want to keep that smile on her face and show her that she will be loved and treated like the queen she was born to be."

"Just don't hurt her, her ex fiancè did and I found her on my doorstep, crying." He told them as they nodded.

"I intend to look after her for as long as she will have me." They reassured him.

"Good." He spoke bluntly before Wanda returned with the desert.

"I kind of ruined the cake so ice cream it is." She smiled shyly as Pietro laughed and Y/N smiled endearingly at her.

"That's perfect." They smiled as she sat down beside them.

Since meeting Pietro, everything seemed to be going fine, what Wanda hadn't thought would happen would be Vision returning to New York.

"You will be manning the 11th floor." Y/N told him as he scoffed.

"I have just come from running a branch and now you expect me to take a demotion?" He asked them as they sighed.

"Look, Mr Smith, you are my employee. It was written in the new contract that you had signed when you accepted the transfer over the redundancy." Y/N told him tiredly.

"Can I take the redundancy now?" He questioned as Y/N chuckled lightly.

"You did go to University, no?" They questioned. "Because if you did, you would have understood the first question, and your inability to read over a contract is making me question your position at this company as a whole. Who knows what deals you have screwed us over with."

"Y/N." He tried as Y/N glared at him.

"You will be manning 11th, and that is final. Do I make myself clear?" They asked him.

"Crystal." He muttered before he left Y/N's office. Every time he saw their face, he wanted to punch them.

Pepper walked to Y/N's office, letting herself in and closing the door behind her.

"What can I do for you Pepper?" They asked her politely as she sat in the chair opposite them.

"The company is hosting a charity gala this month, we have managed to rent out the ballroom at the usual spot." She told them. "We need the management for each floor department to be there, as well as yourself and I."

"When is it?" They asked her as they opened up their diary.

"It is on the 27th. You can bring a plus one if you want to bring your assistant again." She told them.

"I won't be bringing Carol." They told her. "I will be bringing my girlfriend." They smiled as Pepper made herself comfortable.

"Girlfriend? When did this happen?" She asked with a wide smile. They told her everything from the moment they met Wanda to now, especially with it nearing 8 months since they have been dating. "You sound like you're in love."

"I am." They told her. "I can't explain why I feel like this but she makes me want to be a better person. When I'm around her, it's easy, just being me and not CFO of Stark Industries." Y/N told her.

"You should tell her." She stated as Y/N shook their head.

"It's too soon." They told her.

"Love doesn't have a time frame." She told them. "And I can't wait to meet the lucky lady."

Y/N was a nervous wreck after that talk with Pepper, they were sitting on the sofa with Wanda as her favorite show was on. Her head on their shoulder as she held their hand.

"Are you ok?" She asked as she noticed their stiff posture. "You seem tense."

"I love you." They blurted out before removing themselves from the sofa. "I'm sorry, I never planned to say it like this. Tell you even." Wanda watched as they rambled, her heart beating rapidly. "I wanted to make the moment special. I just."

"Any moment spent with you is special." She told them as she stood before them, her finger placed upon their lips. "And I am falling for you too. I can't explain it because it happened fast and I have wanted to tell you for a while now. I love you Y/N." They pulled her in for a tender kiss, smiling against her lips as the kiss broke.

"Do you have any plans on the 27th?" They asked her.

"No. Why?" She questioned.

"The company is throwing the annual charity gala and I was wondering if you would be my date?" They asked her.

"I would love to." She told them before kissing them once more before pulling them onto the sofa. Little did they know that things from this moment would be more challenging.

The moment Vision saw the two walk in the room arm in arm, he was fast to get another drink. He hated seeing the person who got the job he wanted have his girl. It was when he spotted Y/N being dragged away to talk to a client, leaving Wanda alone at the bar.

"They just left you here?" He smirked as he approached her.

"Why are you here Vision?" She asked him.

"Do you know, their assistant is usually the one they bring here." He sneered as Wanda scoffed.

"Leave me alone." She told him as she tried to leave, before he gripped her arm.

"Do you really think they love you?" He taunted. "No one will love you Wanda, no one but me."

"You never really loved me." She told him. "You only cared about yourself."

"You're making a huge mistake." He spat at her.

"Please get your hands off my girlfriend." Y/N spoke up as they stood behind Vision.

"Is she really your girlfriend or is she keeping you warm for the next whore." He taunted as Y/N's hand removed Wanda from his grasp.

"You know, if we weren't at a business event, I would take you outside and kick your ass for thinking you could put your hands on a woman, let alone my girlfriend." They told him. "But right now, I can make your life a living hell. I can make sure you won't find another job in New York again. I have the power to do just that so I suggest you leave Wanda alone. You will not look at her. Talk to her or even touch her because if you do, I will make sure you won't be breathing the same air as her. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." He snarled before walking away, Y/N was fast to check her arm.

"Are you ok?" They asked her, and she just kissed them passionately.

"That was hot." She whispered as Y/N laughed at her. "But yeah, I'm ok." The rest of the night went by swimmingly, Vision seemed to stay away from Wanda until he had an idea.

Pietro groaned when he saw Vision enter the bar, wanting to kick his ass. He crossed his arms as his sister's ex sat on the stool opposite him.

"Why are you here?" Pietro asked him bluntly.

"Can't I get a drink in this fine establishment?" Vision taunted as Pietro just got him a beer.

"Why are you here?" He asked again as Vision took a long sip.

"Y/N is hurting Wanda." He told him.

"What?" He questioned.

"I've seen it, they held her arm extremely hard earlier. It will most likely bruise and let's not forget about Carol." Vision fought back the smirk on his face.

"Carol?" Pietro questioned.

"Yeah, she's Y/N's assistant, extremely close. I have walked by their office and heard noises before." He told him. "You know, sex noises."

"So you're telling me that Y/N is hurting my sister and cheating on her." He stated as Vision nodded.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you." Vision finished his beer and put the money down before leaving an angry Pietro behind, feeling extremely triumphant about himself.

"I had fun tonight." Wanda told Y/N as they held hands, walking through the streets.

"So did I." They answered before pausing their steps, observing her bruising arm. "Does that hurt?" They asked her as she shook her head no. "This isn't the first time he has hurt you, is it?"

"No." She told them, barely above a whisper. "He wasn't always like that though, when we first got together he was sweet and gentle but then something changed in him as time went on." The two sat on a bench as Y/N wrapped their jacket around her shoulders. "He was overworking himself, forgetting dates and then he would try and buy my forgiveness with flowers and jewelry. Before we got engaged, I thought the man I fell in love with was coming back to me, and then after the engagement it got worse. The first time he hit me was when I never came home from work before him. I went out with my work friends so his dinner wasn't ready for him. He slapped me across the face."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." They assured her as she nodded.

"I know." She answered as she looked into their gentle eyes. "I just feel safe with you."

"You will always be safe with me." They told her, lips about to touch as they heard Pietro's angry voice.

"Pietro?" Wanda questioned as he threw a punch at Y/N's jaw.

"You make me sick." He growled as Y/N held their jaw.

"What is going on?" Wanda asked as Pietro threw another punch.

"They hurt you. They have been hurting you." He told her. "I know everything Wanda, the bruises on your arms. The sex with the assistant."

"What?" She whispered as Y/N looked at Pietro.

"I would never hurt Wanda." Y/N told him as they stood up. "I would never cheat on her either. That's just not who I am."

"What about the sex noises in the office?" He questioned as both Y/N and Wanda went beetroot. "And Carol wasn't at her desk."

"That would be us." Wanda admitted. "They send her on a long lunch while we have our time."

"But the bruises?" He questioned pointing to her arm.

"How do you know?" She asked him.

"Vision, he came by the bar just." He told her. "I'm sorry Y/N, when he said that you were hurting her and cheating on her I just went."

"I know." They nodded as they held their jaw. "I would have done the same had I been in your position."

"It doesn't excuse my behaviour." He told them.

"It's ok." They straightened up. "I will deal with Vision myself." They told the two of them. "I'll see you soon my dear." They kissed her cheek as they left her with Pietro.

"So, who gave you the bruises?" He asked her as they walked home together. She told him everything, from the first moment he first laid hands on her as Y/N spent all night at the office. Finding a way to get Vision out of New York.

"You wanted to see me?" Vision spoke as he entered the office, his eyes widening as he spotted Pepper sat in Y/N's chair.

"I have asked Pepper to be here because right now, it is taking everything in me to remain professional." They told him as they turned to face him. "After the bruises you left on my girlfriend's arm last night and trying to ruin my relationship with her by spreading lies to her brother has shown me that you no longer belong here." They told him. "So, I have a proposition for you, you can either take the transfer to our Dubai branch or you can tender your resignation. Effect of immediately"

"So which will it be?" Pepper questioned.

"Mr Stark won't stand for this." Vision spat at the two of them. "We are friends."

"When was the last time you and Mr Stark hung out?" Pepper questioned. "A college party that my husband no longer remembers. Besides, he saw how you treated Ms Maximoff last night, he saw it all and he wanted you fired, arrested too."

"This is just a whole misunderstanding." Vision laughed as both Pepper and Y/N remained serious.

"I'm afraid it is past the whole misunderstanding phase." Y/N told him. "You have hated seeing me with your ex fiancèe because you still think you have some moronic claim over her."

"I love her." He told them as Y/N chuckled.

"You don't love her." They told him. "You love the idea of having a stay at home wife who would cater to your every need. Someone to make you feel good whenever you desire in however way you want. That's not love, that's narcissistic misogyny." His shoulders deflated knowing he had lost this fight. "You have 24hrs to decide Mr Smith. If you are a moment late, I will start the process for assault charges."

Vision left the office with a huff as Pepper smiled up at Y/N.

"Are you ok?" She asked them.

"Yeah." They nodded. "I'll be even better when he is out of Wanda's life. Thank you for helping me."

"It's no problem, now go home and rest." She told them which they did, already finding Wanda in their apartment, preparing a dinner for when they finished.

"What are you doing here?" The two asked at the same time.

"I figured you would be hungry after work." She told them.

"Pepper sent me home since I was working on our problem all night." They told her.

"Did you sort it out?" She asked them.

"We will find out tomorrow at 9am." They told her. "Or he will be getting charged for assault, the amount of witnesses there was from the moment he punched me, twice."

"You wouldn't?" She smirked as they nodded, wrapping their arms around her waist.

"I would do anything for you Ms Maximoff." They told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and holding her close.

The moment Vision had took the job in Dubai, Wanda felt as though she could breathe freely, live freely as she moved her things into Y/N's apartment.

"You can decorate the place however you want to." They told her as she shook her head.

"Maybe some pictures to decorate the walls and units maybe." She told them as she pulled out a polaroid camera, taking a picture of the two as Y/N kissed her cheek.

"I guess we will have some memories to make then." They told her. "Like maybe a holiday, next week in Scotland."

"What about work?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"Already sorted." They told her with a cheeky smile. "I spoke with Natasha about putting a holiday for you and that this was a surprise." She kissed their lips fervently, her heart full as she realised that this was the life she had craved. A love so pure that she never had to question it, whether she deserved it or not.

The trip to Scotland felt like a dream for her, the stolen moments and kisses she would share with Y/N as they explored the country. It wasn't until they were standing in the fields, surrounding Edinburgh that she turned to find Y/N on one knee.

"What are you doing?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"Wanda, meeting you by chance was the best moment in my life. But I never knew that at that moment I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Loving you how you deserved to be loved. Showing you how you should be treated and cared for, and I want to do that for the rest of my life because with each passing day, my love for you only grows. So will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" They asked her as she only nodded with a shaky yes. Once the ring was on her finger, she pulled them in for a hard kiss. The two pulled away with smiles on their faces.

"I love you so much." She whispered as they pecked her lips once more.

"I love you so much more." They took her hand as they walked back to the hotel together. Ready to start on the adventure their future holds together.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

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ellabsprincess · 1 year

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movie date (abbyxreader)

@oatmilkchaii hi hi baby you wanted something filthy so here you go <3 hope you like it!!

this may or may not be inspired by a nsfw audio that has been rotting my brain the entire day, like i need abby to rail me immediately

anywaysss

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut, fluff, modern au, dom!abby, sub!reader, reader is girly and wears a skirt, abby is kinda rich in this, they fuck in an empty movie theatre, abby has a FAT strap, fingering, cunnilingus, pet names (baby, princess), use of a vibrator, abby is a tease, manhandling

"surprise!" abby lifted her hands that had been covering your eyes to reveal a movie theatre before you. "i rented the whole theatre, so we have the entire place to ourselves" she leaned in and spoke directly in your ear as she finished her sentence, making her intentions clear.

you played innocent, pretending not to hear the seductive tone in her voice. "oh my god abby! this is amazing!"

"and the best part is, we're watching your favorite movie" abby said with a soft smile.

"baby! this is the best date ever!" you threw your arms around her neck in a tight hug, her hands finding your hips. pulling your head from her shoulder, your lips met in a grateful kiss. you loved kissing abby, as her lips always tasted like cherry and she smelled like pine, and combined with the softness of her lips, it was pure heaven every time.

"c'mon, let's get to our seats!"

with her hand on your lower back, she guided you to the back row of the theatre, where popcorn as well as your favorite drinks and candies were already waiting for you.

you giggled as you sat down, ecstatic over the date and the pure thoughtfulness and kindness of your girlfriend. abby loved grand gestures and expensive dates, and she managed to make each one so personal and intimate.

after a few minutes of enjoying the snacks and chatting with abby, the lights dimmed, and your favorite movie began to play on the screen. you had seen this movie dozens of times, but it never seemed to bore you. it wasn't abby's favorite movie necessarily, but she loved it because of how happy it made you and how cute you looked mouthing along to the lines you knew by heart.

as the movie was playing, abby's hand slowly made its way to your thigh, bunching up the skirt material to lay her hand on your bare skin. her fingers that were big yet surprisingly soft began to massage the meat of your thigh, making you shiver. abby noticed the change in your body language, and smirked as she glanced over at you.

as her hand began to inch higher and higher to the place where you needed her most, she leaned in and whispered in your ear. "i brought a vibe and your favorite strap if you wanted to fuck around a bit baby."

"fuck yes please abby," you nearly moaned in response.

"good girl."

reaching into her bag that she always carried with her everywhere (since she could never have her pretty girlfriend worry about carrying anything), she pulled out a small vibe, one you recognized as being remote controlled. it was her favorite to use on you, of course.

leaning over and kissing up your neck, her hand wandered up your skirt and to your panties, which she pulled aside before placing the vibe right on your throbbing clit.

kissing your cheek as she turned to grab her phone, you waited in anticipation. as soon as she opened the app and turned the vibe on, you started letting out quiet moans.

"shh, just focus on the movie baby," she said with a devilish look in her eyes.

she was downright cruel with the vibe settings. one second it would be on the lowest setting, making you want to beg her for more, and the next it would be pulsing at the highest setting, edging you closer to a release. as your moans got louder and you began to grind your hips in search of your impending orgasm, the vibrations stopped.

"no no abby, i was so close!"

"aww baby, you know i only let my pretty girl cum on my mouth or on my cock. that was just to warm you up, you should've known better," abby said with faux pity in her voice.

she gave you a sweet kiss before reaching down and taking the vibrator out of your panties. her fingers swipe through your folds, causing you to whine.

"fuck baby you're soaked, do you think my mouth would make you feel better?"

you nodded quickly, causing abby to chuckle.

"okay, just relax and watch the movie," she said, as she got out of her seat and kneeled before you. your legs spread on instinct, and abby reached up under your skirt to pull your soaked panties down your legs.

the cool air hitting your soaked folds make you squirm, but you were quickly relieved as abby's warm tongue licked a stripe from your hole to your clit.

"oh abby fuck oh my god."

abby's lips found their way around your puffy clit, and she sucked lightly, causing you to buck up into her mouth. her strong hands found your hips, pinning you to the seat beneath you.

"quit squirming and watch your movie, princess."

you obeyed her commands, letting out soft moans and gasps as she sucked and licked your pussy, and finally returning your gaze to the movie. it was difficult to keep your eyes steady, as the way abby's tongue was now fucking in and out of you rapidly was making you want to roll your eyes into your head. as abby was satisfied with your obedience, she rewarded you by removing one hand from your hip to find your dripping hole.

her warm mouth returned to your clit as her fingers circled her pussy before she plunged them in, finding your sweet spot immediately. you could almost no longer hear the movie over the wet squelching of your pussy as abby's fingers fucked in an out of you repeatedly and her tongue flicked over your clit. you were so close, and abby knew, the sounds coming from your pussy were indication enough.

"come on baby, just cum for me, that's it,"

your moans were affecting abby as well, as she felt herself soaking her boxers. what finally sent you over the edge was her moaning on your clit, so overwhelmed from her own arousal and the sweet taste of you. you came with a high-pitched whine, soaking your girlfriend's face.

"that's my good girl," abby said, her mouth leaving you. "god you're so fucking sexy and you taste so fucking good." abby was clearly pussy-drunk as she rose to her feet to capture your lips in a bruising kiss.

she sat back down in her chair, taking a moment to catch her breath and clean off her face and fingers.

after you both had recovered, you rose from your chair to sit yourself over her wide, muscular thighs.

"you said something about packing your strap?"

"yes i did baby," abby said with a coy smile as she grabbed your hand and directed it towards her crotch, where you could feel that she was already wearing her strap.

you helped her unzip her pants, pulling her strap out. just as you were about to sink down, she stops you.

"no baby, i want you to finish your movie. turn around."

shivers flow down your spine as you reposition yourself so your back is to abby in her lap, and you can now see your movie once again.

"good fucking girl. you ready for me?"

"i'm always ready for you, abs"

"that's fucking right," abby praises as she slides her strap through your folds before letting you sink down onto her girthy cock.

the strap is your favorite because its so wide and it reaches you so deep, and god, does abby know how to use it.

she starts off slow, just gently moving your hips up and down, but once she knows you've adjusted, she's an animal. she's fucking up into you so good that your eyes are watering and you can't think about anything except her.

it feels so good, you feel nothing but bliss. she's reaching that beautiful, deep spot inside you, and her pace is almost overwhelming. the way her strong hands manhandle you so easily makes you feel so powerless yet so safe, unable to do anything except take her strap.

abby's pace is making the base of her strap grind against her clit so deliciously, and she's desperate for your as well as her own release. she's needy and almost delirious in your ear.

"so fucking good baby"

"you were made for me princess"

"i love this pretty pussy so much, god you're making me feel so good"

her hips begin to stutter, and you know she's near her orgasm.

"cum for me baby, that's it," she's gasping in your ear as she comes in her pants from the stimulation, and you follow soon after her, gushing on her strap.

you're both out of breath, and you can feel your thighs shaking. slowly, you life yourself off of abby's strap, whining softly at the empty feeling, before turning around to face your girlfriend again. she's got a huge fucking grin plastered on her face from her orgasm and the fact that her pants are now clearly soaked from your orgasm. she sits up and removes her strap and its harness, placing it in her bag, before motioning for you to sit back in her lap.

"i love you so much, princess" she says, peppering light kisses all over your face.

"i love you more baby" you blush, relaxing into her chest.

you just listen to the rest of the movie, having seen it enough times to not care to actually watch the ending. right before the credits roll, you drag yourself up from abby's embrace to make yourself at least somewhat presentable. abby notices your shaky legs and laughs to herself before standing up and helping you put your panties back on and fixing your skirt.

her pants are still clearly soaked, so the both of you make a dash out of the building once the movie is done, hoping no one notices both of your inappropriate states.

finally reaching abby's car, you both get in before bursting out into laughter.

"wow, we need to fuck in public more often," abby says between gasps for air.

"yeah, we really do."

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x fem reader #smut

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liliansun · 10 months

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🎧 : grab your headphones as we wait for the release of speak now (polaroid version). each track will have its own story to tell, musical notes ranging from heartbreak and first loves. don’t be fooled by the sweet title tracks of each song, not every story with a happy ending always starts out on the right note.

summary : you and your friends are trying to survive day by day at your school’s university NEOU. somewhere along your final two years, each of you finds your own love story that turns your reality upside and has you questioning if relationships in college is actually worth it. although you each have your own story to tell, you all hold onto the one thing you have in common and that’s each other.

featured songwriters: nct dream’s haechan, jaemin, jeno, mark and renjun with supporting vocals from jisung and chenle

original songwriters: joy, mal, neowa, sal and y/n

genre : university au, college au, young adult romance, swearing, mentions of lying, non-graphic mentions of violence, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, heartbreak, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, lots of crying, mentions of alcohol. slight mentions of adult themes but not in detail

send in an ask to be added to the preorder for each song or whichever track calls out to you most or comment down below

ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU : HAECHAN’S VERSION

pre order : completed

release date : 07 | 16 | 23

summary : college was enough to deal with, barely passing classes and struggling to keep up with what was going on in each was a daily struggle. not having time to catch someone’s eye was fine with you, that was until you met him. there was something about him that was enchanting, so you went out to find him, hoping you kept him up the same way he did you.

OUR LAST KISS : JAEMIN’S VERSION

pre order : completed

release date : 10 | 11 | 23

summary : he was cute, he knew how to poke at her soft spots and he knew what to say to make her laugh, but mal wasn’t like any other girl. she knew his type and she knew they’d never get past messing around in the night and forgetting about it during the day. so why is he always on her mind, even after he left? guess that last kiss he gave left more of an impact on her then he thought it did.

I SEE SPARK’S FLY : JENO’S VERSION

pre order : ongoing

release date : 11 | 25 | 23

summary : jeno was the calm before the storm, never letting his his smile ever turn sour. his touch was the warmth she never knew she needed and when his eyes turned into little crescents, sal thanked the moon that night for giving him such features that resembled. all things seemed fine, until she realized she yearned for that same smile too many have seen. scared, she runs from the feelings that knock on her door, unbeknownst that he was waiting for her to answer him.

taglist : @dinonuguaegi @shwizhies @jaylaxies @dearlyminhyung @cutesince2000 @minkyuncutie @haechansbbg @luv4jeno @haechology @velvet-side @sseramine @tywritesstuff @sunflowerbebe07 @i6renj @e-forgettable @myhaechan @nyukyujs @naids4luv @daegalfangirl

I GO BACK TO DECEMBER : MARK’S VERSION

pre order : unreleased

release date : tbd

summary : graduation was something mark had been looking forward to since the day he started university, but he didn’t expect how hard it would be once he met joy. she was his sunlight, brightening his day each time they passed by each other. now that he’s been set off into the real world, joy has to face the struggles of dating someone you just don’t see all the time anymore.

taglist : @dinonuguaegi @shwizhies @jaylaxies @dearlyminhyung @cutesince2000 @minkyuncutie @haechansbbg @luv4jeno @haechology @velvet-side @17ha @naids4luv

FOOLISH ONE : RENJUN’S VERSION

pre order : unreleased

release date : tbd

summary : renjun silently sat back, watching all of his closest friends spark relationships between each other. left wondering if there was anyone out there for him, neowa tries her best to show him how long she had been waiting for his attention to fall on her. but one can only wait for so long before the heart grows tired of hoping and renjun comes to realize it all too late.

taglist : @dinonuguaegi @shwizhies @jaylaxies @dearlyminhyung @cutesince2000 @minkyuncutie @haechansbbg @luv4jeno @haechology @iraa567 @velvet-side @miniature-tragedy @naids4luv

a/n: i tagged hyucks taglist for the ones who want to know about the spin-offs

©︎𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍., 2023

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hibiscuswrites · 2 months

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If you have the time, could I please request a HC/would include of Ray accidentally dialing the wrong number and it ends up being his future SO? Like maybe he’s in jail and they start talking by accident and it’s a super slow process but they begin to trust each other and end up meeting/falling in love? 🌺

This idea fucked. me. up.

He was just trying to call his boy

Blow off some steam

Shoot the shit before his time ran out and he had to go back to his cell

He was scratching at the paint on the phone while he waited, hearing the line click and expecting to hear the deep voice of his friend

But instead its a much softer voice

One he's never heard before

"Hello?"

And his brows knit because who the fuck is this?

He doesn't have to wonder long though

"Uh, hi. Ray was it? Yeah uh, you have the wrong number. Sorry. I didn't want to hang up before the call connected so you wouldn't waste your time calling again and again. Not sure who you're trying to reach but...this isn't them."

Your laugh is awkward yet...endearing

Soft and light

Such a contrast to what he hears in here

Not to mention, he hasn't had a woman laugh in his ear in quite some time

Even if it's through this shitty phone

He chuckles himself and leans against the wall

"Yeah, I guess not. Tony could never sound so beautiful."

You laugh again and Ray smiles on instinct at the sound

Shocked that you haven't hung up yet

You knew he was an inmate

The collect call always tells you ahead of time

So that meant you stayed on the call and accepted anyway

Just like you said, so he wouldn't waste his call time

And the thought is so selfless that he doesn't wanna hang up

He expects you to though

So he lies

"Well, they don't really let us call another number once we dial. We only get the five minutes with one number. If they don't pick up or we get cut off, tough shit. So maybe we could talk for the next...four minutes and 20 seconds?"

It's a shot in the dark and he's 100% expecting the line to click

"Oh, well...ok. Not sure what you want to talk about, stranger."

You laugh again and so does he

"What's your name?"

The silence stretches for a bit and Ray winces, feeling like he fucked it up

"Nevermind, it's all good. I'll call you Sunshine, since that's how your voice sounds."

He knows it is ridiculous

Spitting game to a girl he doesn't know and will never speak to again, but it's enough to pass the time

Your laugh is sweet like honey when it passes through the receiver and even though he has no idea what you look like, he can almost see you roll your eyes

"Smooth talker, I see."

"I try."

The rest of the call goes by the same, him flirting gently and you laughing until the automated voice signals that the call is going to end in 30 seconds

And against his better judgment, he calls again the next day

And you pick up again

The days pass like that, his light flirting and you entertaining him

He asks what you ate today and you tell him in elaborate detail to where he can almost taste it

Asks what the weather is like and your words are so vivid, it paints the picture for him to where he feels like he can see through your eyes

He longs and yearns for your voice and talks

Soon enough, you've been talking every day, him getting your name and stopping with the flirting once he realizes that he's actually into you

And the days turn into weeks

Weeks into months

You send him a picture of yourself, praying that doing so isn't a mistake

And he sends you one back of himself

You write letters to each other

Video calls when he can

He has another inmate paint a portrait of you and sends it as a gift

And before either of you realize, his release date is coming up

He extends the offer to see if you'd be willing to meet him, and even though he wants to, he wouldn't be hurt or offended if you refused

Proud and understanding of your apprehension

So he offers to meet in a crowded public place if you're willing and you are

Both of you sporting each other under the bright sun in the local farmers market

Your eyes brighter than he ever could've imagined

Your smile enough to make his heart feel like a puddle of warm butter

He stands before you and stuffs his hands into his pockets, itching to touch you but not daring to

"Hi, Sunshine."

And the twinkle in your eye as you gaze at him is enough to convince him that punching the number in wrong that day was the best mistake he's ever made

"Hi, Stranger."

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Ray Merrimen taglist @effie365

#🌺 anon #headcannons #ray merrimen #den of thieves #ray merrimen x reader #pablo schreiber

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btsmosphere · 2 months

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Supercharged | JJK (Teaser)

Get hyped!!!!!! Posting date chapter 1: 14th April

Chapter 1 is now here!

🗲summary:

It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens?

🗲pairing: jungkook x f!reader 🗲teaser word count: 365 🗲full fic wc: you do nOt want to know (79k...) 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers, superheroes/villains au, found family (imagine a mafia au with superpowers) 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: in the teaser: none, just some tension. general fic warnings: violence with superpowers, weapons, swearing, arguing, injury, past trauma, mentions of death

>Updates every week!!

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a/n: guys. it's TIIIIIME!!! how many years have you heard me talk about how I was working on a superpowered jungkook story?? I started this thing four years ago so I can't believe the moment's finally come! it's been a long ride, and most of those four years was spent not writing this, but I just couldn't stay away either! I really wanted to tell this story, and now here it is and I am so happy to be able to share it💜 Let me know in a reblog, comment or ask if you want to join my taglist for this series! Over the next week before chapter 1 is released, check back as I introduce our characters👀I'm so excited for you to meet them!

As a smile was just blooming on your face, it was halted by Namjoon's next words.

“But. You aren’t ready just yet. I want you out there with us, so I’m willing to send you out sooner than I have with others before. These are unusual times, and you have to understand this will be more dangerous than I normally send rookies to. There’s work to do, with your powers, but also…

“As much as I appreciate your trust in us, I know it doesn’t extend fully. I need my team to be able to trust each other. Every single one.”

Fixing you with a hard stare to accompany his last words, he was effective in making you shrink in your seat. You knew exactly who he was talking about.

And that person was waiting for you right outside.

On leaving the office, you found Jungkook leaning up against the wall. Jin and Namjoon had hung back, leaving you alone as you emerged, and you instantly rolled your eyes. Determined not to be deterred, you kept walking down the corridor, trying to fix your eyes ahead – firmly away from the infuriating man that watched your approach.

“Scared yet?” his smirk bled through his words. You were almost upon him at this point, and he pushed away from the wall, blocking the way with his black-clad body.

Eyes flicking up to him, unimpressed, you tapped your foot.

“Why would I be scared?”

One corner of his mouth curved up, looking you in the eye as he leaned a little closer.

“We aren’t heroes, honey.”

“Thanks for spelling that out, Jungkook,” you drawled, making to step past him.

His laughter followed you while you started walking away.

“Need help packing?” he called.

“Hey, Jungkook,” Jin’s stern voice joined him, “no need. She’s not going anywhere.”

Jungkook’s silence spoke volumes.

Glancing back as you reached the end of the corridor, you were met with the livid expression that seemed so familiar. Jungkook’s eyes bulged with shock. You were sure that Jin’s hand on his shoulder was all that was holding him back.

Making the most of his eyes on you, you flashed a serene smile and walked away.

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matty-bear · 3 months

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X. A Little Push [N.S]

type: chapter ten of The Influencer series

pairing: nick sturniolo x male!oc

warnings: sfw, tooth-rotting fluff

summary: which matt and chris manage to persuade nick into talking to finn about coming clean with their relationship to the fans.

notes: i really thought this would be the last chapter help . but alas this calls for a next chapter 😞 chapter 11 will be the last chapter of this series so be ready ! like i said before, there will still be more nick and finn content ^^ don’t be shy to send in requests about them <3 anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter and happy reading !!

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It has been about two and a half months since Finn and Nick first got together. They’ve (surprisingly) managed to stay under the radar and keep their relationship a secret for a good amount of time. However, both boys had many conversations as to when they would come clean about their relationship with their fans. They knew that both of their fan bases were aware that something was going on between the two considering how much they post each other (whether it be selfies, appearances in posts or vlogs, or just being seen together in public) but, their fans weren’t completely sure if they were together dating wise.

Some fans were certain that they were together and complimented them on how lowkey they were and others simply thought they were just close friends. The whole incident of them first being seen together awoken great chaos between the two fan bases however Nick and Finn quickly shut down the riot that ensued. (both boys made a similar post on their stories commenting about the situation and ended up laughing about it because they practically lied to their entire fanbase) Even after this mishap was resolved, the fans continued to be a little suspicious of the closeness of the two boys.

As Nick and Finn inched closer to the three-month mark of their relationship, the want of coming out to the fans grew stronger. Both of them wanted to be as open as possible with their relationship and be able to post risky (not in that context) photos on social media to brag about them being together.

Since both boys were rather indecisive and often backed out of posting an announcement about their relationship, Matt and Chris ended up taking the initiative of urging them to come out to the public. The two brothers were plenty aware of how Nick and Finn wanted to come clean about their relationship, however, they were also aware of how anxious they were about it. Matt and Chris knew it wouldn't be long until the two gave in coming out but they knew they had to give them a little push.

PRESENT

It’s currently 3 AM and the triplets barely arrived back to their house after filming a car video. Finn, having already been at their place since early that morning, impatiently waited for the three boys to return ever since they left. The moment the male hears the front door opening, he springs up from Nick's bed and rushes out of his boyfriend’s room to greet the three boys entering their house. The moment the three boys step foot upstairs, Finn immediately runs to Nick and engulfs him in a large hug. The younger, not expecting the sudden collision, stumbles back and hits the wall behind him with a small ‘oof.’

“Well, hello to you too.” Nick chuckles, his arms immediately wrapping around the taller’s torso.

“I missed you.” Finn mumbles, his speech muffled by his face being dug into the crook of Nick’s neck. The latter giggles at the tingly feeling and leans back a little to get a better look at his boyfriend.

“I was only gone for two hours.”

“Two hours too many.”

“You wouldn't be missing him every time we go to film if you joined us,” Chris says, projecting his voice as he enters the kitchen and opens the fridge. Finn momentarily releases himself from Nick’s grasp to look over at the youngest triplet who takes a can of Pepsi from the fridge. Sensing that someone is staring at him, Chris lifts his head as he shuts the fridge and immediately locks eyes with Finn. “Hey, I’m just saying. I'm sure the fans would love to have more Finn and Nick content.”

Finn hums softly and returns to tightly hugging Nick. “I don't know..” The male says, his voice trailing off slightly as he glances over at his boyfriend.

“I honestly think that bringing Finn in for a car video or even a podcast would be a great way of announcing your relationship,” Matt adds, taking a glance over at the couple still standing by the staircase before heading to the living room. “Feel like it'd be better than making a post.”

Nick and Finn collectively grow quiet at Matt’s suggestion and exchange a look before the older of the two brings them both to the living room. After being lightly shoved down onto the sofa, Finn sits next to Nick and immediately goes to lie down on his lap. As he continuously buries his face in Nick’s thigh, the latter giggles softly at his boyfriend's shenanigans and sets a hand in his hair.

“I swear you're like a puppy sometimes,” Nick says as he begins to card his hand through Finn’s bright, blueberry colored locks. The taller simply hums and instinctively leans into Nick’s hand, craving the loving touch of his boyfriend. Nick rolls his eyes and chuckles at the male’s action before he speaks up again, “Exhibit A.”

“Oh shut it.” Finn mumbles, a small smile forming on his lips as his eyes close.

“Finn, hate to ruin your want of being a tough and cool guy but you give off major golden retriever vibes. Especially when you're around Nick. He should honestly edit a fucking tail and ears on you when you guys film a vlog together.” Chris states, making his presence known as he joins the three males in the living room.

Finn immediately perks his head up at the brunette’s statement, his eyes following the male as he takes a seat next to Matt on the sofa. “Are you serious?”

Chris takes a quick sip out of the Pepsi in his hand before he replies, “Dead serious. You might as well dye your hair blonde to lock in the look.”

“Wait, why does that sound really tempting..” Finn mumbles, his eyes shifting up to meet Nick who rolls his eyes.

“You need to give your hair a break, you just re-dyed it. Let her breathe.” Nick says as he takes a single piece of Finn’s hair in between his fingers.

“Fine, fine.” Finn grumbles with a heavy sigh. As he lays back down on Nick’s thigh and gets comfortable, he takes his boyfriend's hand, which is still playing with a piece of his hair, and sets it on his head. “Can you continue, please?”

“Continue what?” As Nick sends Finn a teasing smile, the latter sighs heavily and drapes an arm over his face. Nick knew that Finn didn't enjoy verbally asking for affection and that he often opted to using body language to tell Nick what he wanted. Knowing this fact, the redhead often teased his boyfriend when he wanted affection and enjoyed seeing the flustered and semi-annoyed expression that painted his features every time he made him ask for affection.

“Nick…” Finn says, dragging out the said male's name as he moves his arm down to see his boyfriend better.

“Finn…” Nick mimics the older, his teasing smile not faltering, even after his boyfriend whines and turns around to lay on his side. “Don’t be so hard-headed, baby. All you gotta do is tell me what you want and I’ll happily give it to you.”

“I’m not asking for it, Nick.”

“Then you're not getting whatever you want.”

As Nick leans back against the sofa and pulls his phone out of his pocket, Finn quickly turns around to lay on his back, a hurtful expression clear on his face as he looks up at his boyfriend. “My love, please~” Finn whines as he reaches up to grab Nick’s arm. The latter, feeling that his boyfriend is continuously tugging on his sleeve, sighs faintly and removes his phone from his face to look down at his pouting boyfriend.

“Why are you pouting?” Nick asks as he covers Finn’s face with a single hand. The latter huffs when his vision turns black and ponders for a moment before he licks Nick’s palm. The latter screams at the uncomforting touch and immediately removes his hand from Finn’s face. “FINN!” The redhead shouts, his jaw-dropping as he looks down at his boyfriend who's smiling widely at him.

“What did he do?” Matt asks, his head whipping around to look over at the two males on the other sofa.

“He licked me!” The sound of Chris laughing loudly can be heard the moment that statement escapes Nick’s lips and Matt joins the younger by giggling softly and covering his mouth with his hand to muffle the sound. Nick rolls his eyes at his two younger brothers before averting his focus back on Finn who's struggling to hold back his laughter. “Are you seriously laughing?”

As Nick narrows his eyes at Finn, the latter shakes his head. The moment he goes to open his mouth to reply, a stream of giggles escapes his slightly parted lips. The male quickly plops a hand over his mouth to muffle his faint laughter as Nick continues to glare down at him. “You know what…” The moment Nick goes to latch his hands onto Finn’s sides, the older lets out a squeal-laugh and rolls off his lap. The taller plops down onto the floor with a soft grunt and scrambles up to his feet as his boyfriend gets up from his spot on the sofa.

Finn wastes no time in running out of the living room the second he regains his footing. At the sight of his boyfriend sprinting off, Nick immediately runs after him, both of his arms extending in front of him in hopes of grabbing the older male.

“WAIT! I’m sorry!” Finn exclaims, anxious giggles spilling from his lips as he takes a sharp turn to enter the kitchen.

“Bull shit! I could practically hear you thinking about licking me before you did it!” Nick yells. Seconds before he's able to grab onto the back of Finn’s hoodie, the latter uses the rest of his energy to dash back to the living room. He immediately heads towards Matt and Chris who have been watching the scene in front of them unfold with small smiles and jumps behind them. As Finn begins to hide behind Matt, Nick walks up to the three boys on the sofa, a look of amusement clear on his face as he looks down at them.

“Are you serious?” Nick asks, a single eyebrow-raising.

“Yes.” Finn replies flatly. “You have to get through these two to get to me.” Nick rolls his eyes as Finn latches onto Matt’s shoulders and ducks his head behind his back.

“Matt, move.”

“No can do. Sorry.” Matt shrugs his shoulders and reaches an arm back to grab Finn.

Nick sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment before looking over at the youngest triplet. “Chris?”

“What?” The brunette asks, a blank expression clear on his face as he looks up at the older.

“Can you move so I can get Finn please?”

“Oh. No.”

“You know what, fine.” Nick huffs faintly and walks up to Chris, who watches his every move with narrowed eyes. “I'm giving you one chance to get up before I rock your shit.”

“The fuck you mean rock my shit? you can’t- AH!” Chris gets cut off by Nick latching onto his sides and digging his fingers into the fabric of the shirt he’s wearing. The brunette immediately bursts into soft laughter and slides down the sofa, followed by both his hands reaching out to grab Nick's wrists. “BRO! NICK!” The moment Chris plops down onto the floor, Nick stops tormenting the male and looks over at Matt.

“Don’t touch me.” The male states, a single hand raising as he moves back a little.

“Move and I won't touch you.” At Nick’s firm statement, Matt looks back at Finn and sends him an apologetic look before moving over.

“Okay, this isn’t even fair.” Finn frowns as he moves closer to Matt and clings onto one of his arms. “Chris I love you but you gotta check your sensitivity, man.”

“Sorry,” Chris mumbles, letting out a small sigh as he hugs his torso and leans against the front of the sofa.

“Finn, I love you but you gotta let me go or Nick's gonna get my ass,” Matt says, turning around and grabbing both of the older’s wrists to prevent him from grabbing him. Finn's frown deepens at Matt’s statement and allows him to move back a little more on the sofa before he turns his attention to Nick who's already begun to walk up to him,

“Wait! I have a proposition!” Finn exclaims, trying to reason with his boyfriend as he frantically waves his hands in front of him.

Nick sighs slightly and crosses his arms over his chest. “And that is?”

“Come here and I’ll tell you.” At the sight of Finn beckoning the redhead to come closer to him with a single finger, Matt’s jaw slacks and he quickly gets off the sofa and backs up away from the two.

“You guys are fucking disgusting, I hope you know that.” Matt grumbles as he plugs both of his ears with his pointer fingers.

“Are you thinking dirty, Matt?” Finn asks, leaning over to the side of Nick so he can get a better look at the brunette standing across the room, an uncomfortable expression clear on his face.

“Who’s thinking dirty?” Chris asks, his head picking up as he quickly looks between the three boys in the room.

“Matt.” Nick replies, pointing a single finger at the mentioned male.

“Not my fault Finn is making this whole ordeal suspicious as hell. Kid is refusing to tell Nick his ‘proposition’ out loud. Tell me that’s not suspicious!” Matt defends, removing a single finger from his ear to point at Finn who’s slightly smiling.

“God, what’s this proposition? You gonna suck his-“

“NUH-UH!” Nick shouts, immediately clamping a hand over the younger’s mouth before he gets the chance to finish his sentence. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

Chris quickly raises both his arms in defense and waits for Nick to remove his hand before he pouts. “Okay, but I wanna hear the proposition. Unless it’s dirty…”

“It’s not dirty!” Finn exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air as he falls back against the sofa cushion.

“Then say it!” Matt exclaims with a small huff.

“I can’t, nick gets embarrassed over this stuff.”

“So it is about-“

“CHRIS!” Nick swiftly bends down and lands a harsh pinch on the brunette’s side, earning a high-pitched scream from the male as he flinches away.

“Okay, fucking Mr. Pinchy.” Chris grumbles as he caresses his now throbbing side.

“Can you just tell me please?” Nick asks, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips as he turns to face his boyfriend who’s now sprawled out on the sofa.

“Yeah, come here.” Finn replies, extending a single hand out in front of him. Nick immediately takes his hand and walks closer to the taller and crouches down in front of him. “Closer, you idiot.” Nick rolls his eyes and leans in closer, however, Finn shakes his head slightly and grabs the base of the redhead’s neck to pull him in. The quick action draws a small surprised shout from Nick as his chin plops down on Finn’s shoulder.

“No need to be so aggressive.” Nick mumbles, a frown overtaking his lips as he gazes up at his boyfriend. Finn simply rolls his eyes and sits up a little, causing Nick to fall off his shoulder before he leans in towards his boyfriend’s ear. As he whispers something to the male, the younger begins to giggle softly and smashes his ear against his shoulder the moment he stops whispering.

“Did you get what I said?”

“Yeah. Shit just felt really weird.” Finn chuckles as Nick begins to rub his ear against his shoulder.

“What did he tell you?” Chris asks, his voice soft and holding a sense of innocence as he gently tugs on Nick’s pant leg. The older quickly whips his head around at the faint touch and looks down at his brother who’s gazing up at him like a child.

“It’s none of your business.” Nick replies as he crosses his arms over his chest. The male manages to catch Chris gasping dramatically and bring a hand up to his chest before he turns back to Finn. “Tonight?”

Finn hums faintly as he nods. “The first part has to be done before you get it though.” Nick rolls his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips, before he takes a seat on the sofa next to Finn’s head. His boyfriend wastes no time in setting his head in his lap, his face smushing in between his thighs with a content exhale.

Nick allows Finn to get comfortable for a while longer before he begins to card his hand through his hair. The male in his lap hums happily and lands a quick peck on Nick’s clothed thigh before subconsciously leaning into the touch of his boyfriend. After endearingly gazing down at his boyfriend, Nick picks his head up and locks eyes with Matt who’s still standing across the room with a single finger in his right ear and gazing down at the floor.

“Are you going to stand there all night or sit your ass down?” Nick asks, a single eyebrow raising as he sends a look toward the male.

“Sorry just thinking.” Matt mumbles, blinking hardly a few times to get back to the present before shuffling back to the sofa. As the male seats himself down on one of the cushions, Chris gets up off the floor and joins him by sitting right next to him.

“About what?” Nick furrows his eyebrows together as he looks over at Matt. The latter forces his lips together in thought and looks down at his nails for a moment before turning over to the older.

“About how you and Finn need to come out to the fans already. Like no offense but you two have been talking about doing it for like what... two weeks now?” Matt diverts the last question to Chris who started eavesdropping halfway into the conversation. The brunette gazes off into the distance to think before he faintly nods his head in agreement. “Why are you two so hesitant? I know you guys want to tell everyone but why do you keep backing out?”

It was now Nick's turn to force his lips into a straight line and grow quiet. Matt was right. Him and Finn have been backing out of this whole situation for quite some time now. As the redhead begins to nibble on his bottom lip, he gazes down at his boyfriend who’s still tucked in his thigh.

He goes to tap the boy to get his attention and chime into the conversation but decides not to when he catches his shallow breathing and soft snores. Realizing that he has no choice but to answer Matt by himself, Nick picks his head up and looks over at his two brothers who are intently looking over at him.

“I don’t know…” Nick starts, dragging out the last syllable as he sighs faintly. “I guess we’re just scared to see how people will react. It’s not like we won’t be able to handle any hate we get, which we both know we’ll get because we’re two fucking gay men, but social media is just a really scary place, you know? People always have to shit on couples, famous or not, because they have nothing else to do. I know- well I hope the fans will be supportive but there is a part of me or rather both of us that believes that some people won’t be.”

“Nick, seeing how both of your fan bases are eating up the content of the two of you, I highly doubt that they’ll send hate when y'all come out. Most of them already know that you guys are dating for crying out loud! I mean, they don’t know they’re right but we know they are. And if people do decide to send unnecessary hate to the two of you, just know that they’re fucking stupid people who don’t have a life.” Chris says, shrugging slightly as he leans back against the sofa.

“Chris!” Matt exclaims, hitting the younger’s shoulder the moment the last sentence registers in his head. The brunette simply raises his hands in defense before Matt adds to the conversation, “Chris is right though. People already have a hunch that you two are together and I’m sure they won’t be surprised when you guys come out. Just do it and get it over with. I know you have numerous stay-at-home dates on your vlog camera that you’ve been wanting to post so you can finally post them after you guys come out and have more space to film more content with the both of you. As I said before, I say do the announcement in a car video or a podcast rather than making a single post about it. If you do it in a car video, you can sneak some photos of you and Finn in our photo dump and even post more on your personal account. It’s all your call but I really do think that the two of you should come out to everyone.”

Nick grows quiet for a moment and shifts his focus back down to Finn who’s still in a deep slumber in his lap. He slowly removes his hand from his boyfriend’s hair to rest his palm on his cheek. As he begins to delicately caress the male’s soft skin, his mind begins to spin about what Matt and Chris told him.

They do have a point… Him and Finn need to stop being scared of their fan bases and come clean about their relationship. They were bound to get some hate, that’s a known fact, but they’ll deal with it one way or another.

Besides, he really wants to post more couple-y content with Finn. Not even couple-y stuff he just wants to post and film more content with Finn in general!

“Alright.” Nick says with a soft sigh. When he lifts his head to focus his gaze on Matt and Chris, he’s immediately greeted with the two of them smiling widely at him. Nick shakes his head as Chris begins to shake Matt’s shoulder out of excitement and waits for the younger male to be done before he continues, “I'll talk to Finn about it in the morning. I think ima take him to bed.”

“Alright. Update us when you guys talk about it please.” Matt says, gaining a small head nod from the older who begins to gently shake his boyfriend’s shoulder. After a few moments, a small whine slips out of Finn’s lips before he turns around to lie on his other side and buries his face into Nick’s stomach.

“Baby, come on. let's go to bed, I know you’re tired.” Nick whispers as he cards his hand through Finn’s hair a few times.

“ ‘m not tired.” Finn mumbles, his words slurring together due to his tiredness.

“You fucking liar. Get up, come on.” Finn whines again when Nick gently pats his thigh.

“Carry me.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“So serious.”

A heavy exhale escapes Nick's lips as he rubs a hand over his face. “Fine. I still need you to sit up though.” Finn grumbles a response before pushing himself up into a sitting position. Nick lightly pushes the male off his leg to stand up before he takes a moment to stretch out his sore limbs.

After he’s composed, he turns to Finn and can’t help but chuckle when he sees the male leaning against the back cushion of the sofa, his eyes shut and steady breaths leaving his slightly parted lips. “You guys see what I have to deal with?” Nick asks, pointing a single finger at Finn as he looks over at Matt and Chris.

“We see. You chose to date him though so I don’t wanna hear you complain.” Matt replies, a small laugh escaping him as he glances over at Finn.

Nick simply rolls his eyes at the brunette's reply before he turns to face his sleeping boyfriend. In one swift movement, he picks the male up and holds him firmly against his chest, a single arm coming underneath his ass to keep him up. As Nick adjusts his hold on Finn, the latter wastes no time in wrapping his arms around the redhead’s neck, followed by his legs wrapping around his waist.

“You’re lucky you’re light. I would've immediately said no to carrying you.” Nick mumbles with a soft huff.

“Would you really?” Finn mumbles, his eyes drifting shut once more as he tucks his head in the crook of Nick’s neck.

“No, I lied.” As Finn giggles softly, Nick tells Matt and Chris goodnight before he starts to make his way up to his bedroom. As he climbs up the steps, he jumps a few times to ensure that he doesn’t drop Finn and to keep his firm hold on him. Once Nick gets up the stairs, he sighs softly and passes the dark and empty podcast studio before arriving at his bedroom door. He proceeds to struggle to open the door for a few moments however he manages to get it open with the help of Finn.

“Thank you, baby.” Finn simply hums in response, too tired to verbally reply, and returns to his spot on Nick’s shoulder as the male enters his bedroom. Before the redhead goes to set his boyfriend down on the bed, he stops in the middle of the room and looks down at him. “Hun?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to do your skincare before you go to bed or do you just wanna go to sleep?”

“I wanna go to sleep. I can do it in the morning, missing one night won’t hurt me.”

“Alright, let’s get you in bed.” Finn hums again, this time a lot quieter, as Nick makes his way to the bed. He carefully removes his boyfriend’s limbs from his body before he lays him down. “Do you wanna change or are you fine with what you have on right now?”

“I'm fine, just come lay down, hurry up. Taking too long.” Nick shakes his head with a soft chuckle at Finn’s impatience and quickly slips his sweatshirt off, leaving him in his plain white t-shirt. After folding and setting the clothing item on the nearby nightstand, Nick finally slips into bed. The moment he goes to pull the blanket over his body, Finn hooks an arm around his torso and pulls him flush against him. The sudden action draws a startled sound from Nick before he relaxes against his boyfriend’s hold, a small smile creeping onto his lips as he pushes his back further against the male’s front half.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about the proposition I made,” Finn says, his voice soft and low as he securely wraps his arms around Nick to spoon the male. The redhead simply hums in response and tilts his head back to look back at his boyfriend. After peering down at him, Finn raises a single eyebrow at Nick and asks, “What is it?”

“Kiss please.” Finn playfully rolls his eyes before bending down and placing his lips on Nick’s. The latter hums contently before the taller pulls back and focuses on bringing the redhead as close as he can to his chest. Once the male is fully against his body, he quickly reaches for the blanket and pulls it over the both of them. After adjusting the large item so they’re both comfortably under it, Finn rests his chin on top of Nick's head and slips a hand up his shirt to absentmindedly trace circles on his side. At the sound of Nick humming, Finn smiles softly and lands a quick peck on the younger’s cheek.

“Goodnight my love,” Finn says as he returns to rest his head atop nicks.

“Goodnight,” Nick mumbles, his response barely audible as he begins to drift off to sleep. It didn’t take very long until both boys fell asleep, the faint sound of their snores being the only audible thing in the room as they slept soundly.

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 6 months

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Will you do romantic headcanons about Nod?

Romantic Nod Headcannons pt 1

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Reader: Female Reader

Notes: I got you, homie.

Warnings: swearing, mad dadd finn, crazy bullshit

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I feel like Childhood Friends to Lovers is very Nod.

You know he sees you as "one of the bros" first, not...kissable.

Thats on the surface at least, deep down though: and even barely pass the surface he's always known he's liked you.

He's very much been in love with you since he was young.

He's literally been through it all with you and you been through it all with him.

He knows no matter which direction either of you go; you'll always have his back.

So, it worried him: maybe he was wrong, yet it was too late, he was already waiting for you outside of work.

And when he seen you: he's never froze in front of you, and he was as stiff as a log.

Didn't help that Finn was behind you either.

*cough* your father *cough*

He just ends up quickly leaving, leaving you confused.

For sure screaming fuck in his head as he runs away.

His emotions kind of just blurted out at you.

after all you had been chasing him for three days and wasn't ready to give up on him just yet.

So, when you actually finally caught him by climbing through his room's window and managing to block all exits, he has nowhere to run.

He'll try and throw you off calling you "a creep" but that shit doesn't work; he's always climbing through your window calls it his "Special personal door to annoy you."

Basically, have to fight the answer out of him.

"You're avoiding me!"

"I am not! I'm. I'm just busy!" He argued, trying to get pass her.

"You are too!" Y/n snapped

"Am not!"

"Just tell me why!

"Why does it matter anyways!"

"Because it's hurting my feelings, Nod! What did I do!? Did I say something!? Do something!?"

He could only stare at you.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you-"

"no, No don't apologize-"

He had to cough it up now; he couldn't hurt you.

God it was so hard for him to get out; which was weird; Nod was usually pretty open to you.

Through every long pause and hard too seek out word he watched you listen with intent.

Finally, annoyed with himself he coughed it up, fully confident in his words.

"I'm in love with you," Nod told; "I've been in love with you."

It was a sigh of relief, his shoulders finally able to slack, and the air held in his chest released with his sigh.

"Nod-"

"Just, " He interrupted; causing Y/n to pause, "Just. Please- I can't help it, you do this thing! With your hair! and then it's with the eyes, and then it's- it's the way you just- It's you! you can't blame me!"

"Nod-" Y/n stopped him; hand coming to hold his bicep in a comforting notion, "Nod look at me,"

From his hand, Y/n's hand going from his bicep to his hand, "I have always loved you."

Worry slipped from the world, watching you hold his hand tightly, with a smile on your face.

He was quick to pick you up, and swing you around, you could only laugh happily as he gave you a long hard kiss on the cheek, holding your face firmly within his hands.

"You've gotta be mine," He said with excitement, she could only laugh, "Well- please be mine."

"I would love to,"

Now, as much as he knew, he wanted to just kiss you straight up on the lips he didn't.

But you did and he swears he's on cloud-nine.

He is on cloud nine actually- all day, every time he sees you.

And when you have to leave because you told your dad you'd be back before dark he's determined to take you home; but as much as we all love Finn; he's a bit more protective of you in the dating world.

Nod respects you wanting to please your dad, and he'll let you ease your dad into the idea of you dating.

"I'll see you tomorrow,"

"I don't train tomorrow,"

"Me neither, I wanna take you somewhere, I know you'll like it,"

Nod certainly never changed; he loved you, partners or not,

You agreed and he said he'd get you as soon as he could in the morning.

You rushed home quickly, you're late for dinner.

It was your father who was standing waiting for you at the door.

"Dad-"

"Don't."

Y/n was silent, "I told you to be back before dark, and it's been dark."

"I'm sorry, I rushed home as quick as I could," she apologized.

Finn could only sigh, "Where were you,"

"With Nod..."

"Well stop it,"

"What!?" Y/n asked as Finn started to walk away, "Wait that's not fair!"

She chased him into the kitchen; "Stop chasing after a boy that you can do better than." Finn ordered.

"That's not what's happening-"

"No? So, he just runs from you!? Once best friends reduced to avoidance?" Finn defended, "Bees don't explain to flies why honey is better than shit,"

"That's unfair! -"

"Enough!" Finn ordered, stopping her from speaking any further; "Clean up for dinner. Your grandmother and aunts are here,"

You only ran; Finn couldn't help but look back and hear the running of the steps up the stairs and then the slamming door above.

From then on, your relationship with your father becomes strained.

Nod realizes somethings wrong when he comes in through your window and you're lying on top your bed.

"Hey,"

"Hi."

Just the way you respond, you sound upset.

He knows you'll talk about it when you want; and carefully climbs over you to lay besides you, wiping what he thought were fresh tears away from your cheek but to realize they've been dried to your face.

He has to cheer you up; he's trying to pull you out of bed despite your protest; he sits you up and looking through your clothes to find you something comfortable.

"Come on, let's get out of here,"

"Nod, I don't want to,"

He kneeled between your legs, his hand in yours; looking up at you and asking what's wrong as he kisses your hand.

You leave it at a bad argument with your father, and he listens to ask much as you'll give him.

Luckily, he gets you out the room; hummingbird waiting.

And just like that he took off with you in front of him, his arms around you and guiding the bird along.

"Just what you'll need I promise."

he took you as high as he could into the trees, the highest tree he knew about, and landed his bird.

"Come on this way-"

Holding his hand he led you through a hole: once a home to a bird, and threw to the other side.

"And its suppose to rain today," Nod commented, "your favorite."

The branch was balding at the end, yet had leaves up top for some protection, leaving a nice view.

And he even set a little picnic out for the both of you.

Second kiss? Scored.

He's litterally planned out the whole thing.

He'll play little card games he brought up, eat with you, kiss you + a little making out

But thing that really reels you in, makes you fall so deep in love is the dancing.

He'll dance with you up on that tree branch, spin you, and dip you. Twirl you for as long as you want.

Sure, you lose track of time, but you could care less as you sit with him snuggled up.

Eventually, he'll take you home, dropping you off at your window.

He'll wanna say goodbye with a kiss, which turns into two, two to three.

He just rather not leave. And lay with you some more.

But you rather not have Finn take his head off.

Finally he truly says goodbye and leaves, you making your way back inside.

Sneaking around your father is routine now. The "Im going to bed early" and "Oh well they asked me in early" works for a while.

And in those hours, you're with Nod: dancing and kissing the hours away

He likes to train with you when you guys can

Strong = Hot in his mind

And damn are you strong

Sure at some point it goes from actually training to rolling around and laughing with one another

Always split before Finn shows up

Would really like to be public about the relationship you know go like: "Oh, this is the love of my life. Let me tell you all about her-"

But tbh he's even nervous; he sees how Finn glares at him

Tbh you hurt my child I hurt you is very Finn, especially when its someone so close

For your month anniversary, Nod surpised you with a handmade card and lunch left on your desk.

Finn had walked you in that day...ouch.

"Who's it from?" Finn questioned.

"Ooh. Didn't leave a name.." Y/n laughed nervously, "Admirers, cookoo am I right? haha..."

Admirer? Admirer his ass

Hes gonna track that bitch so hard.

Oh nods fucked.

Luckily you and Nod sneak around it: quite a bit at that too.

Finn's first suspicion is when you come back from felid work; a run in with boggins to collect medicinal herbs for your healer mentor.

Nod was pushing past crowded medics and helping soliders to get to you before Finn could.

Just the way he looked at you, and you looked at him, the way Nod checked over you, and was quick to take over as your crutch.

He was surpised when he over heard Nod instructing younger healers what to do with you, Finn couldn't help but get it more and more

"Where's my dad!"

"It's okay. It's okay, he's coming. he's coming - just take a deep breath -"

A needle going through flesh with no numbing of any kind after adrenaline wore off was....wow.

"I can't! I can't no! No no! Nod! Please!-"

"Hey! Look at me! Look at me!" Nod called, his upper body hunched over and across Y/n's, blocking what was happening below and holding her down, "I've got you! Alright? Look at me. I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, okay?"

They were able to seal the wound

Unlike Nod they wouldn't let Finn in, and only when Y/n was brought out to make room for the next soilder was he allowed to see her.

"Dad!-"

"Baby girl!" He was quick to hug her, holding her head to his chest and holding her tight, "I was so worried."

Finn pulled away, stroking her hair down and looking over her face: "you're, okay? What happened!? Are you okay?"

You didn't even bother to answer before hugging him tightly, he hugging back.

He only took you home quickly; glancing back at Nod fairly quickly before returning to you

and your father babied you, even though mostly all you wanted from him was his lap to lay your head on.

Which he was glad to provide, fingers brushing through your baby hairs.

Family comes to visit you.

And with them is Ronin after all he's your fathers best friend, and because Nod lives with him he came too

"I was so worried." Finn told Ronin.

"I know." He answered.

The two stood in the kitchen, "I don't want her going on the field again."

Ronin was silent as a cup of tea was handed to him.

"You'll hurt her." Ronin answered, "Not allowing her back on the feild."

"Hurt her or the Leafman army?" Finn snapped, "She almost lost her life, Ronin!"

"Finn-"

"Her life, Ronin! This is my daughter!"

Y/n stayed curled up in the blanket, hearing the argueing from the other room.

"You okay?" Nod asked, he sat on the floor beside the couch, chin resting on the cushion.

"Yeah..." y/n answered.

"You'll look pretty badass with that scar." Nod commented, causing her to smile softly, but it soon faded.

"I guess we're not dancing for a while now..."

"We can do other things." Nod told.

"Like what?"

Nod chuckled, "Like what? Well... we can still talk to each other. We can still joke and tickle each other... we can kiss each other still..."

Y/n was silent.

"I know you liked the dancing a lot." Nod commented, "I did too. We'll do it again. Dont worry."

"You know... my dad used to dance with me." Y/n commented.

"Who's a better partner? Me or him?" Nod asked, causing her to laugh.

"Im not answering that." Y/n commented.

"Oh, it must be me then." Nod spoke.

Y/n chuckled softly, Nod rubbing a thumb over her cheek; "i know I couldn't ever have a better dance partner.

"I love you." Y/n told him, he smiling softly.

"I love you too."

She leaned over, kissing him softly, and he kissed her back. He raised from his bottom to his knees, allowing her to lay back as they kissed. He only pulled away for a moment to repeat the three words; I love you, before returning to kissing her softly.

Nod usually liked it when hands ran through his hair, especially hers. But the hand that raked through his hair quickly pulled him off Y/n.

"What the hell is your problem!"

"Finn!-" Ronin tried to argued.

"Dad stop!-"

"You think you can just play with my daughters feelings and then take advantage of her!" Finn snapped.

Nod was stuck on the floor on his side.

"Get out of my house!"

"Sir-"

"I said get out of my house!"

"Dad!" Y/n argued getting up, catching the couch corner to keep her up.

"Nod get up." Ronin ordered pulling him to his feet, "Come on-"

"Daddy please! Just stop!" Y/n pleaded hand on his arm, "Please he's not hurting me!"

"Y/n-"

"I said get out!" Finn shouted: "I'll fucking kill you if you touch her again!"

"Daddy Please!" Y/n begged.

Ronin pulled Nod out the living room and house. Finn and Y/n arguing in the background.

"Whats your problem!" Y/n shouted.

"Problem?! My problem!?" Finn argued, "He's kissing on you after he's played with your feelings!"

"He loves me!"

"He doesn't love you!" Finn argued, "Playing with your feelings and then hes all the sudden ontop of you?!"

"How do you know!-"

"I'm your father! I know better and you listen to me! Do you understand that!" Finn shouted back.

"And what!? End up sad and alone like you?! Chasing after a man that'll never love me!" Y/n argued, tears streaming down her face, "You are not Me, and Nod is not Ronin!"

It grew quiet between the two, and Y/n, despite her injury, was quick to move, leaving the living room and up into her room.

Finn well...he was in complete shock.

Mouth ran dry and all

It took him a moment to even get his brain working again.

He leaved you alone for the night. Its the best choice.

And despite it all.

Nod still comes to see you.

Knocked on your windowseal and everything and kinda lets himself in.

"Look Im sure your the last person you wanna see right now-"

But your hugging him quicker than you should be able to with your knee.

"I don't wanna be here, Nod..."

"I know. It'll get better." Nod told her, kissing her head and rubbing her back, "But with your leg, you're safe here. Just for now, okay?"

Y/n nodded, Nod smiled, "That's a brave girl." He wipped her tears away.

"Im sorry for the way he treated you."

"He's scared to lose you, is all."

"Still-"

"Hey really its okay." Nod reassured her, "and hey, look at the bright side. We don't have to hide anything. And when those injuries are healed, we can go screw around again. On the tree tops. Just us."

Y/n hugged him tighter, "Thank you Nod."

"Anytime."

He stays with you for a while longer

Relaxing with you laying on your bed. He just wanted to make sure you were sleeping.

And when you did fall asleep, he personally pulled the covers over you and kissed your temple.

Little did you know Nod had gotten up early the next moring and knocked on your door.

Your dad answered: exhausted, and dry of tears.

Caffine couldnt save him today.

"I told you not to come back-"

"Just. Hear me out -"

"No -" Finn argued, closing the door.

"Just!" Nod stopped him with a foot between the door and the frame, "Look I really. Really love your daughter. Like. Really... love her."

Finn stopped: "okay and?"

"She's everything to me. Like she's everything to you - so I thought we should get along."

"You played with her. You just dont seem to get that -"

"I never meant to hurt her she knows that -"

"You did, though- why is it so hard for you to understand-ignoring her then touching her - please class a act -"

"I didn't understand! She went from being my best friend to being in love with her! I didn't get it!"

"And if you don't love her? You have an empty hole, You're filling with her - get it straight Nod- Your using her!-"

"I want to marry her!" Nod snapped.

Finn was in a silent shock, "How... how long?"

"A long time now..." Nod commented: "Just please! I want-"

"How long!"

"Almost three seasons now."

"Leave my house."

"Finn, please -"

"I said Leave."

#x reader #x female reader #female reader #epic 2013 #fanfic #epic 2013 x reader #epic 2013 fanfic #nod x reader #ronin epic #epic finn #epic nod

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kllingdaddy · 5 months

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Relief - Emily Prentiss x Reader (smut)

Hi guys, this is actually my first character x reader oneshot/fic EVER so that's cool. I've never really liked Y/N nor liked writing Y/N fics but I've come to realize that there are little to NO SUB EMILY PRENTISS SMUT FICS ON HERE so obviously i had to change that. idk if ill be writing another one of these, i was really just trying this writing style out, but if one of u guys send me a request i maybe might write it! (just an fyi i only write sub emily so)

Warnings: smut, 18+, dom/sub, dom reader, sub emily, reader g!p (reader has a dick), slight mommy kink, edging, rough sex, oral sex, fingering...i think that's all?

Since the day you met Emily Prentiss, you knew she liked to be dominated.

The truth shone in her eyes. Just because she was a confident agent didn't mean she was a top. Maybe she liked to pretend she was a top, but in the end she wanted someone to take charge, someone to show her where her place really was. And in this case, her place was in your office, on her knees.

The woman had been a pure brat today, flirting with another agent right in front of you even though you two are dating and have been for about four months now. She was the kind of bottom that liked to test the waters and see how far she could go without getting caught. She liked to play with fire, and you liked to show her how it felt to get burned.

"Y/N, please." Emily had been begging for release for the past ten minutes, but you were ignoring her, focusing on the paperwork at your desk. You could hear the soft buzzing sounding from between her legs and you smiled to yourself. A small vibrator was shoved up her cunt, and you warned her that if she were to come without permission she would receive a punishment way worse than this.

You read through your files even though you didn't have to; they could certainly wait until tomorrow, you just liked to listen to Emily whine and whimper. She was a sight when she was desperate. Flushed cheeks, little pants leaving her lips, her dripping cunt probably making a mess on the floor. She had never looked more beautiful.

"Please, please Y/N, let me come, I'll be good," she promised, sounding more desperate with each passing second. "I'm sorry, baby, I'll be a good girl, please—"

You finally stopped what you were doing and turned to face her, adopting a sympathetic expression that was clearly fake. "Oh, you'll be a good girl, princess?"

Emily nodded frantically, biting her lip to repress a moan.

"Oh, well..." You walked over to her and bent down, taking her jaw in your hand and forcing her to look you in the eye. "You should've thought about that before you flirted with that guy. You're lucky I don't edge you for a month for pulling that little stunt, baby girl."

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, and arousal stirred within you when you watched a tear roll down her cheek. "I just wanted..." she swallowed, embarrassed of what she was going to say next.

"Oh I know what you wanted, baby," you said, releasing her jaw. "You wanted my attention, hm? Like the fucking whore you are? Wanted mommy's attention all on you instead of the work we had to do."

Emily whined and rubbed her thighs together. You knew how much it turned Emily on when you called yourself "mommy", so this was only going to frustrate her more.

"Such a fucking brat," you hissed. "You're lucky I don't go out and kill that guy for leering at you like you were a meal. I thought you knew better than to purposely make mommy jealous. I guess you're no longer my good girl, huh?"

"No mommy, I'm your good girl. Please." She looked up at you with huge doe eyes, wet with tears. "I'll never do it again. I only want you. Please?"

You mockingly pouted at her. "Aw, baby. You're so desperate, aren't you? What do you want? Tell mommy."

"To come. I want to come. Please let me come." She was on the verge of sobs now, and you only smirked.

"Okay baby...I'll let you come." Emily perked up, but you raised a finger quickly. "If you manage to make me come in one minute, I'll let you come. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes, mommy."

"But if you don't make me come...well." You shrugged. "I'm going to fuck your mouth and cunt until I do, and you're not going to be allowed to come once."

"I'll make you come, I will." She seemed determined, and you smiled lovingly down at her.

You unbuttoned your slacks and pushed them to the floor along with your boxers, your hard cock already leaking with pre-cum. Seeing Emily whine so prettily had made you beyond hard.

Emily stared at your cock with wide eyes, as if she'd never seen it before. You smirked and nudged it against her lips. "Open up, baby."

She dropped her jaw and stuck her tongue out like a good girl.

You slipped your cock into her mouth and she immediately got to work, running her talented tongue along the base of it, effortlessly tearing a groan from your throat. You had received a lot of head in your life, but no blow-jobs compared to the ones Emily gave. She was so enthusiastic with her mouth, always more than eager to please.

"Oh, fuck, princess. That's it, good fucking girl." Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her hot, wet mouth. She continued to lick and suck, and within the thirty second mark you were already feeling your orgasm build up. "F-Fuck, Jesus, you're gonna make me come. You're gonna make me come so hard in your mouth, baby. And you're gonna drink it all like a—fuck—good girl."

With ten seconds to spare, you came in her mouth, shooting your load all the way down her throat. Your body nearly crumbled afterwards, and seeing Emily lick the remnants of you off her lips only made your jelly legs worse.

"I made you come," she grinned, lazily pumping you in her hand. "It's my turn now."

You shot her a warning glare. "Do I have to remind you who's in charge here?" It was a rhetorical question so of course, she didn't answer. You slipped your hands between her legs and retrieved the vibrator, still buzzing and soaked with her slick.

She sagged in relief as you pulled it out of her. Her scent was so heavy and thick that it filled the office completely, making your cock instantly hard again. It felt like a crime to smell her and not taste her, so you mischievously held her gaze as you licked a long stripe up the vibrator that had just been nestled inside of her.

Her pupils were so blown, all you could see was pitch black. You gave the vibrator another slow lick and moaned at the taste of her. "You taste divine, princess."

"Fuck," she whimpered, already grinding the air, desperately searching for relief in any form. You let a laugh slip and hauled her up, and within seconds you had her bent over your desk, your fingers finding solace in her hair and tightening, pressing her face hard against the surface of the desk.

You swiped a finger through her dripping folds, humming happily. "You're so fucking wet for mommy, baby. Is this all for me?"

Emily whimpered, trying to nod against the desk. "Yes, it's all for you. Need you so bad."

You just hummed again. "Your cunt is so pretty and soft. I bet it's tight, too. Your cunt is always so tight. Should I use my fingers to check?"

"Fingers, tongue, cock, anything, just please touch me," she begged.

"Your wish is my command, princess." You slowly slid two fingers inside of her, producing a loud gasp from her lips. She arched into you and you added another finger without issue. "My god, baby, you're so easy to slide into. So fucking soaked. I'll be able to slide my cock in with no problem."

"Please, need you now. Fuck me, Y/N."

You yanked her head back to kiss her harshly, then released her, taking hold of your cock and sliding it in without warning. She gasped loudly as you grunted, the feeling too good for words. Emily always felt amazing, but she seemed to feel even moreso every time they fucked.

You thrusted into her, making her cry out and you were beyond grateful that the building was empty aside from you two. Although judging by all of Emily's other kinds, you wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to be fucked during work hours just to experience the thrill of it. It was one of the many things you loved about her.

"You feel so good, pretty girl," you moaned, pulling out and thrusting into her again. "Like you were made for me. I can feel you clenching my cock. You gonna come, baby?"

"Yes. Yes, fuck, gonna come."

"You can come, baby."

You brushed her hair off her neck and started peppering the pale skin with kisses, hearing her breathing become more labored with each thrust. You were sucking particularly hard on her neck when she came, practically sinking into your arms from the intensity of it.

"You did so good, princess," you murmured into her ear, holding her body close as she came down from her high. "I'm proud of you for holding it."

"Jesus Christ," she sighed, resting her head back against your shoulder. "I'm tired."

You chuckled and kissed her cheek lovingly. "I bet you are. Let's get you home and into bed, yeah?"

You gathered your things and helped her get cleaned up before guiding her out of your office and towards the elevator. She looked like she'd just received the best fucking of her life, and if it wasn't so late and the team were here, they would have a field day.

"Oh, and princess?"

Emily looked at you as you both entered the elevator. "Yeah baby?"

You abruptly grabbed her chin and stamped a hard kiss to her lips, murmuring, "don't ever flirt with someone who isn't me again."

She blinked and swallowed, hard. "Yes ma'am."

#emily prentiss smut #emily prentiss #criminal minds #emily prentiss oneshot #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss and reader #emily prentiss fanfiction

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cuttergauthier · 1 year

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Fixing My Broken Heart

female Hughes reader x Trevor Zegras

Would you guys like for this to be a regular AU?

Warning: against, fluff, cursing

word count: 3.1k

let me know what you guys think🤍

I’ve always been close with my brothers, even when Quinn and Jack left to play in the NHL. Everyone thought I would either follow Jack to Jersey for University or that I would stay home in Michigan and spend more time with my baby brother once he was out of high school.

Unlike my brothers I play volleyball. I used to play both hockey and volleyball. I got offered a scholarship to play hockey at University of Michigan. I ended up getting offered a scholarship at University of California to play volleyball, which is why I think my family thought I would choose to stay and play hockey in Michigan.

I loved playing both sports in high school and honestly it was a hard decision to make, but I though playing volleyball in California was better for me, and a plus side Ucla was only a few minutes from the beach, which means I could get a tan all year round.

I still play hockey during the summers sometimes for fun with my brothers and their friends.

Volleyball means a lot to me and a lot of people though I was making the wrong choice when I decided to play volleyball instead of hockey, since my whole family plays hockey. Thankfully my family and friends supported me, I can’t thank them enough. My parents visit me as much as they can to see me play. Along with Jack and Quinn, they come and see me play if I have a game the same days they are in Anaheim and if they have time.

Trevor and I never got along, then I moved to California, and so did he when he started playing for the ducks. Since he didn’t know anyone in the beginning we started to hang out, we got close and after a while we started dating. I never told my family, the only one who knew was Alex when he first moved to LA we couldn’t keep it from him, since we hung out with him a lot, then recently we started arguing a lot, it was like we just went back to the beginning, and he ended up breaking up with me. I was hurt, but he’s my twins best friend so I can’t tell my brothers.

Now I just finished my junior year, and I was arriving back in Michigan to spend time with my family for the summer.

……………

The plane just landed in Michigan, and I knew my mom was waiting for me so she could bring me to my brothers lake house. I grabbed my luggage and tried to find my mom, I finally saw her standing and ran over to her and give her a big hug.

“Oh honey, I’m so happy that you’re back home” She said squeezing me tight.

“I’m happy to be home mom” I said before releasing the hug and smiling at her.

“Let’s get you to your brothers they’ve missed you” she said smiling.

My mom led the way to the car. I placed my suitcase in the trunk before sitting in the passenger’s seat.

“I can’t believe they bought a big lake house” I told my mom chuckling. She started laughing.

Well you know your Jack and Quinn, especially Jack, the both of you have always been able to convince anyone to do things.” She said smiling

“It’s a twin thing” I said smirking.

“Oh, it has to be, because Quinn and Luke aren’t” she said chuckling.

“No, they definitely aren’t”

The rest of the drive was spent catching up with my mom, she’s my best friend, I tell her everything, the good and bad.

About 35 minutes later, my mom put the car in parked. There’s about 5 cars in the driveway.

“Who’s already here?” I asked my mom.

“Alex, Cole, Brendan, Dylan, Trevor and I think Matt.” She replied I nodded

“are they all staying here?” I asked hopping I have a room and I don’t have to go live back with my parents while my brother are all staying at the Lake house with our friends.

“Don’t worry Y/n, the first thing Jack and Quinn asked when they bought the house was for me to decorate your bedroom, they also gave you the master so you have a big closet and your own bathroom” she said smiling, making my eyes widened

“What?” I asked surprised, I know my brother’s love me, but I didn’t inspect them to do that. My mom chuckled

“They love you Y/n and they wanted you to live here with them, but they also know that living in a house with boys can be chaotic and they wanted to make sure you were going to be comfortable” my mom said. I nodded happily.

“Now come on, I didn’t tell them exactly what time you were arriving so you could surprise them, so let’s go” my mom said making me chuckle. We went and got my suitcase out of the trunk and made our way to the door we knew the door was going to be unlock even if its only 10h30 in the morning since they usually go to the gym early.

Once we opened the door I heard people talking in the kitchen, so I left my suitcase at the door while my mom and I made our way to the kitchen. I peaked my head and saw everyone was there. I jumped in with my arms up.

“HONEY I’M HOME” I screamed making all the guys jump.

“I think I’m having a heart attack” Cole said with his hand over his heart

“I’m so happy you’re home” Jack said running over to hug me.

“Me too, I missed my twin.” I said smiling

“um, what about us” Luke said pointing to himself and Quinn.

“Get over here” I said mentioning for them to join our hug.

They both made their way over smiling.

“Even though you almost gave me a heart attack, I’m joining the hug” Cole said before joining. The rest of the guys followed soon after except for Trevor.

The boys and I talked to my mom for a few minutes before she left.

“Come on let’s get you to your room” Jack said grabbing my suitcase and going up the stairs.

Once he opened the door and we stepped in the room I was in awe.

“Mom did a really good job decorating.” I said.

“Yeah she did” Jack said smiling.

“I’ll let you get settled in, then I’ll show you around”

“Hey jack” I said when he was about to leave.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you” I said smiling.

“Anything for my twin” he said before leaving the room.

I started unpacking my clothes and putting them in the closet.

“Come in” I said

“Hey just came to chat, if that’s okay?” Quinn asked as he stepped in my room.

“You know I always love our gossiping sessions” I said smiling

“pefect, so what’s new” he said when he laid down on my bed, while I continued to unpack.

“Nothing since the last time we talked.” I said smiling

“Oh really? So what happened to that guy you were dating?” he asked curiously. Quinn Isn’t as protective as Jack is, so I tell him everything, he never judges me.

“umm… it didn’t work out” I said softly, Quinn looked at me sadly, Quinn knew I was dating someone, I just never told him it was Trevor.

“I’m sorry sis, I know you liked him”

“It’s fine, it’s over now. It’s his loss.” I said

“You got that right” he said making me laugh.

“So what about you, did my older brother finally find himself a girlfriend?” I asked

“Nope, I’m good right now, the canucks didn’t really have a great season, so I’m trying to focus more on hockey next season so no time for a girlfriend” he said. I shock my head.

“doesn’t mean you can’t have a girlfriend Quinn” I said. He just shrugged.

We continued to talk until I finished unpacking them we went and joined the rest of the boys outside.

“how’s volleyball” Alex asked me.

“it’s going well, I can’t wait for senior year”

“Think they’ll make you captain?” Cole asked

“No idea”

“They’d be idiots not to make you captain” Jack said

“Yeah, yeah” I shrugged them off.

“well you’re going to be the first one to graduate, since none of your brothers are going to finish college” Matt said

“HEY” all my brothers yelled.

“He’s not wrong” I said smirking.

“You might end up failing your last year and not graduating” trevor said smirking. Jack slapped the back of his head.

“and this is why I can’t stand you” I snapped.

“the feelings mutual” he replied

I just rolled my eyes.

No one felt like cooking diner, so the boys decided to order pizza. When it started to get dark out we all went and sat by a fire, and drank a few drinks before we all made our ways to bed. I did my nighttime routine and got into bed. after about an hour I still couldn’t sleep so I made my way downstairs to the kitchen to make myself a glass of tea hoping it will help me fall asleep.

I wasn’t paying attention while I was making my tea, when I turned around I saw Trevor sitting on a stool looking at me, it scared so I jumped back putting my hand on my chest.

“Dammit Trevor, you scared the shit out of me”

“Sorry” He said innocently, I just rolled my eyes.

“Why are you up?” I asked him

“Couldn’t sleep, you?”

“Same, I though some tea might help” I said, he just nodded before going on his phone.

“Are you going to be an ass to me all summer?” I ask

“Maybe” He said shrugging.

I rolled my eyes.

“I hate you” I replied

“Not what you said when we were dating” he said smirking

“You’re lucky I never told any of my brothers about us, and that Alex actually kept our secret” I said shaking my head and made my way to my room, so I didn’t have to deal with him any longer. I can’t believe I fell in love with that guy.

I turned on Netflix and drank my tea, once I was done with my tea I tried to fall asleep.

………….

The next morning when I woke up I took a shower and got ready for the day, once I was done I texted my mom to see if she wanted to go out with me for breakfast and she agreed. I made my way downstairs hoping one of my brother’s would let me borrow one of their cars since mine is in California.

Jack and Quinn were sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

“Hey, can I borrow one of the cars? I’m going to go out for breakfast with mom” I asked. Jack nodded handing me his keys.

“Thank you, I love you both and I’ll see you later” I said before leaving.

Once I picked up my mom and we made It to the restaurants my mom could tell something was wrong since I was quiet the whole drive.

“What’s wrong Y/n” she asked curiously

“What? Nothings wrong” I lied.

“You’re my daughter I can tell when somethings wrong”

I sighed

“I didn’t get much sleep last night” I said

“Why is that?”

“I just couldn’t sleep” I said, she gave me a look that said really.

“Fine it’s Trevor again, he’s an ass, for some reason I thought It might be different this summer but it’s not.” I said.

“did something happen in Anaheim? I know you guys were more civil than before” she said softly. Which made my eyes water. Am I really about to cry over him?

“Honey, what happened” my mom asked worried.

“A lot… we ended up getting close, and then we started dating, he was amazing but then before the season ended… he just became a jerk again and ended up breaking up with me. I don’t know what I did wrong mom.” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek. My mom reached over the table and grabbed my hand.

“Oh honey, it’s not your fault. Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked me softly.

I shrugged “I didn’t want the risk Jack to find out, the only one I told was Alex because he lives in LA and I knew he’d never tell Jack if I asked him to” I said

“Do you think maybe he broke up with you because you were both going to be here this summer and so jack wouldn’t find out?” she asked

“I don’t know… but mom I love him… I just wish he’d feel the same way” I said

“I’ll I can say, is if it’s meant to be it will all work out. Maybe try and talk to him, maybe you can figure out why he broke up with you in the first place.” She said and I nodded

“Yeah” I said

We ordered breakfast and continued talking about our plans for the summer. Once we were done I dropped my mom at home before making my way to the Lake house.

When I got in the house everyone was awake, they were all in the kitchen except for Alex who was sitting in the living room watching tv.

“hey, where were you?” Alex asked when I sat down next to him on the couch.

“went for breakfast with my mom”

He nodded.

“Are you really not going to tell Jack about what happened between you and Trev” he whispered.

“No, Jack would kill him”

“Exactly, I want to kill him, I’ll help” he said looking at me like I’m crazy.

“Please don’t say anything… I want to try and talk to Trev, ask why he did it” I said

“Fine, you’re lucky I love you” he said hugging, making me chuckle.

I spent the rest of the day with the boys. It was now Midnight and everyone went up to their room except for Trevor and I.

“What’s up with you? You barely talked today” Trevor said.

“Nothing” I said annoyed, why does he suddenly care about me.

“You know what never mind, why do I even try to be nice?” he scoffed making his way out of the room.

I just stood there with my eyes watering, when suddenly Quinn came down the stairs and saw me. He looked at me worried.

“What’s wrong?” He asked coming over to me.

“Nothing” I said on the verge of tears.

“Come with me” He said grabbing my hand and dragged me outside on the patio.

We sat down on the outdoor couch. And I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Now do you want to tell me what’s been bothering you, you’ve been off all day?” he asked worriedly

“Quinn I’m fine”

“No you’re not, I literally just came down the stairs to see you almost start to cry… I walked pass Trevor when I came down, did he say something?” he asked. As soon as he mentioned Trevor I started to cry. Quinn hugged me tighter.

“Shhh… it’s okay let it out”

“I’m an idiot” I said

“What no, Y/n what did Trevor say? I know he can be an ass to you but he never made you cry before, so what happened?”

“I can’t tell you”

“You can either tell me or I go ask Trevor myself… or better yet I get Jack” Once he Mentioned Jack I looked at him scared.

“No you can’t say anything to Jack.”

“Then start talking, I just want to know what happened sis” he said caringly

“Trevor was… he was the guy I told you about” I said. His eyes widened

“I’m sorry… what?” he asked confused.

“When he first got to Anaheim we became close, after a while we started dating… he was amazing Quinn, he was honestly the best boyfriend ever… but then right before the season ended he broke up with me… he never even gave me a reason why then I get here and he’s a jerk to me again, and then earlier he suddenly asked what was wrong and I said nothing… because… well I wasn’t about to tell him that I’m still heartbroken over him and that I still love him… he said and I quote ‘You know what never mind, why do I even try to be nice’” I confessed. I could tell he was shocked.

“I’m sorry sis, I really wish I could tell you what to do, but I don’t”

“I know just… promise me you won’t tell anyone? Please.” I begged.

“I promise, just know you can talk to me if you need to okay” he said and I nodded.

Little did I know Trevor was standing at the door and he heard the whole conversation. When I looked at Quinn, he was looking angrily at something behind me, I turned around to see Trevor.

“Can we talk?” Trevor asked me.

I nodded

“I’ll leave you guys to talk, but Trevor, you better not hurt her, or I will tell Jack” Quinn threatened before going inside.

Trevor sat at the same place Quinn was sitting and just looked at the lake.

“Did you really want to talk or are you just going to sit there and stare at the late?” I snapped.

He sighed before looking at me sadly.

“I’m sorry about everything… I never wanted to hurt you, I just… I was scared about what would Jack say if he ever found out we were dating… so I just called it off before we came here. Thinking everything would be okay… but it’s not… I hurt you and that’s the one thing I never wanted to do… I love you to Y/n, more than you’ll ever know.” He said sofly before linking our hands together.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that from the start… it could have fixed both of our broken hearts”

“I was scared… I’d love for us to try this again, we could tell everyone, and if Jack tries to kill me, well at least I’ll die happy” he said smiling softly. I chuckled.

“Jack loves you to much to kill you, the most he’ll do is punch you” I joked making him laugh.

“I love you Y/n” he said looking at me

“I love you too Trev” I said smiling.

He leaned in and kissed me. Our lips moved in sync. When we pulled away we were both smiling and breathing heavy.

“ABOUT DAM TIME” Alex yelled making us turn around to see all the boys watching us, including Jack.

“Jack…” I started but he cut me off.

“Don’t as long as you’re happy, I’m happy but Trevor if you hurt her, we won’t be friends anymore, understood?” Jack told us, making us nod

“Perfect, now I need details” Cole said making everyone laugh.

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 8

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

My appetite had betrayed me. I tried to enjoy being on a formal date with Dr. Miller, if that's what it was. I knew I should have been more grateful. I was. I was flattered that he wanted to take me out properly. No, not flattered. Honored. My mind, however, had fallen victim to the honeymoon phase - an element so excitingly unfamiliar and barely explored.

“You want to get out of here,” he said matter-of-factly, cutting through the last piece of steak on his plate.

“I love it here,” I said honestly, toying with a sliced potato and glancing at the fire a few feet away.

“You've barely touched your chicken.” Dr. Miller motioned with the knife. He then forked the last bite from his plate and extended an arm across the table. “Maybe the steak is more up your alley.”

I leaned forward and let him serve me the bite of meat. My teeth grazed over the metal fork and I saw him watching the movements of my lips as I pulled it completely into my mouth.

“Mmm..” came his one syllable response as if he was the one enjoying it. I echoed the noise and drew my hand across my lips as I began to chew.

“How is it?” He asked.

I smirked when his Adam's Apple rose and fell in his throat as I took a small sip from my wine glass. “Delicious.”

Dr. Miller winked and I made the bold move to snake my foot just a few inches up the leg of his pants. The expression on his face suddenly changed and he swallowed hard again.

“You're going to get us kicked out of here,” he growled quietly. “I have a difficult time controlling myself.. especially around you.”

His tone was playful but I could see that he was serious about the lack of control thing. A part of me wanted to push his limits; to see just how much he could take.

“Well, so much for taking my napkin off my lap.” His eyebrows lifted with playful accusation and I couldn't help but giggle.

“I'm sorry.”

“You're fuckin’ gunna be.” He drank down the rest of his bourbon like a shooter and smacked his lips, waving down the waitress as he did. “Check please.”

The two words made me weak in the knees. What was to come next? I couldn't wait. Since meeting Dr. Miller my life felt like one giant wild ride; and I couldn't get enough.

When I offered to pay he laughed and kept the check to himself before leading the two of us out of the little restaurant. It was then that it dawned on me that it might have come across as rude for not eating much of the meal he had bought for me.

The Mercedes quickly came into view on the street and I sighed. “I'm sorry I didn't eat. It's just-” Dr. Miller cut me off, pulling me to him with the force of ten men and our lips connected in a hard, needy kiss. It left me breathless when he finally released me.

My eyes were still closed and I felt his hand on my face. When they reopened he was still there in close proximity. Our noses almost touched and his touch was so soft - a drastic contrast to the red hot kiss he had just initiated.

“Don't apologize for not eating when you're not hungry,” Dr. Miller instructed and then added, “Get in the car.”

I couldn't move from the spot until he made the separation first. I craved his touch, his comfort, his closeness. I craved his praise, his lips, his demands..

The ride back to his house left me constantly adjusting in my seat. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to touch him. With every turn onto a new street I knew we were closer but I didn't know how close.. until we pulled up to a set of steel gates at the dead end of an uninhabited back road.

Dr. Miller rolled his car to a halt and turned to look at me in the darkness. “I'll be right back.”

I nodded and watched as he vacated the vehicle. Every horrific scene from the horror movies I’d seen over the years played in my head like some fanmade TikTok or YouTube video. Doubt began its rapid descent into my brain as I sat there alone in the dark.

I barely know him. Is this his house? Where are we? Could he be dangerous? He said I would be sorry. Did I completely misread what he meant by that?

A loud, heavy clunk made me jump and my already-surging adrenaline went into overdrive. Dr. Miller reentered the car and closed the door. His presence simultaneously made me feel safer and more uneasy.

“Is, uh.. is this your house?”

“Yes.” He motioned to where the headlights illuminated the gates as they had begun to ease open. “I just had to unlock the gate.”

I gave a nod. It didn't give way to the angst that had suddenly made my body feel tense and every other part of me feel vulnerable. No one I had ever known personally had steel gates blocking the entrance to their house. Dr. Miller's suddenly strained posture contributed to the subtle glance I made over my shoulder.

The gates closed behind us, much to my dismay. I didn't even know where we were. If there was an emergency of some kind I didn't even know how I would begin my getaway.

What are you branding him as? You were ready to marry the guy ten minutes ago.

My own erratic ways of thinking had me worried. Nothing about my actions were rational and here I was breaking every single rule in the history of lectures given to women.

Strange man. Check. Telling no one where you would be. Check. Middle of nowhere. Check.

I glanced down at my cell phone, partially expecting there to be no service but I was pleased to see that I had full bars and plenty of battery.

“You enjoy your privacy huh?” I asked with a nervous laugh as we drove slowly up a windy driveway. It felt like we were climbing a mountain.

Dr. Miller laughed. “That I do.” He glanced in my direction now and looked me up-and-down. “The code to get out is 2003.”

“Oh..” I toyed with the hair on the side of my head. “Umm.. okay.” Did I look that tense?

The short ride to the top felt like a twelve-second panic attack. When the oversized dwelling came into view, however, my jaw dropped. “This is your house?” I couldn't hide my state of astonishment.

The house was made of stone and had two stories with a third, smaller level that sat at the very top. An unattached garage sat tucked away under a collection of tall oaks and maples. Everything about the property was extravagant.

Dr. Miller gave a modest nod and used a clicker from the visor to lift one of the oversized garage doors. My eyes drank it all in. His garage was nicer than my house.. and probably comparable in size.

There were two flatscreens on the left and right walls, a bar, a loft that went to places I could only imagine, not to mention two other lavish cars and an oversized truck.

What did he do to get all this money? I knew salaries for professors weren't at all adding up to what the estate was worth - not even close.

Inheritance?

When Dr. Miller killed the engine I raised my eyebrows at him. “Are you.. are you Batman or something?” There was a nervousness in my voice and in my attempt at a laugh.

He smirked but didn't say anything and exited the vehicle. “Come on.”

I took a deep breath and exited the Mercedes with one, swift movement as if I was ‘ripping off the band-aid’, so to speak. My eyes danced over the lavish nature of the garage’s interior though Dr. Miller's hand quickly found mine as he towed me out into the darkness.

The questions I had were piling up in my head, though as a new one entered it was as if another disappeared. By the time we reached the front steps my mind was blank.

There was no turning back when the heavy, oversized door swung open, making way to a magnificent interior; again, the type of thing you would see in a magazine. I was waiting to turn the corner and find a waterfall full of money with models sitting around sipping champagne.

“I can take your coat,” he offered, extending an arm as we stood by a coat rack a step inside the front door. With a fine click seemed to echo off the walls we were left alone inside.

“Thanks.” I slipped my arms out of the jacket and those same warm, fuzzy feelings finally returned when his hands grazed my shoulders. My imagination had temporarily taken the fun out of my fantasy evening.

Enjoy it, I instructed myself, stop thinking so negatively! I then quietly added, and dark.

Dr. Miller shrugged out of his own coat and took me by the hand. “Not to be cliche but do you enjoy champagne?”

I nodded. “We have Asti at every family holiday party.”

He turned and gave a genuine smile as we entered the kitchen. It was up to par with the rest of the house. “What are your family gatherings like?”

The question made me feel more at ease. It was light; genuine.

“Umm..” I grinned as he carefully removed a bottle of champagne from the stainless steel refrigerator and then reached for a pair of glasses from a cabinet above. “It's very low key most of the time.. well, all of the time. We usually have appetizers, a drink or two.. then the main course. There's lots of laughing and bringing up old, embarrassing memories.”

I could feel myself beaming as I spoke of my family. “Then there's usually dessert and coffee.. a night cap and some type of card game or board game.”

Dr. Miller popped the champagne and smiled again. “Sounds nice.” It was a simple reply but I could tell he was being honest.

“It is,” I agreed. “I just wish we got to see each other more, ya know?”

He nodded. “I do.”

“Do you live alone?”

“I do,” he repeated.

I watched the bubbly beverage fill the glasses, nearly to the brim, and could tell he wasn't going to elaborate. Maybe there was nothing to elaborate on.

“Thank you.” I accepted the glass and was pleased when he towed the bottle to a cozy living room. The lights were dim. A fireplace sat waiting to be lit in front of an oversized, espresso sofa. The only thing that separated the two was an industrial, wooden coffee table. It felt.. romantic.

Dr. Miller set the bottle and his glass down on the coffee table, sliding a coaster in front of me. I sat down on the very edge of the couch as he got the fire started.

When he turned he let out a chuckle and reached for his glass before slinking in beside me. “You can get more comfortable than that,” he motioned to my stiffened posture as he sat all the way back on the couch. One foot rested on his knee and his arm extended across the back of the couch.

I took the most subtle deep breath that I could manage and leaned all the way back, feeling his forearm against my shoulder blades.

Dr. Miller raised his glass. “What do you want to toast to?”

I was speechless. All of my feelings for him had returned in full force. If it was even possible, he looked even better in the dim light with the fire’s dancing flames casting shadows on his face. I couldn't think of anything.

Cat got your tongue? I taunted myself in my mind.

“How about to.. trust.” He suggested when I didn't respond. It was a rather serious, abstract request; but I thought it was rather fitting.

“To trust.” There wasn't a thing he said I could disagree with.

Our glasses touched with a gentle clank and neither of us looked away from the other as we indulged in our first sip of the Dom Pérignon Rosé.

The evening felt far more romantic than the encounter within the university classroom’s walls. Still, the images, the sounds, the physical nature of that night were still fresh in my mind as we sat so close together in the firelight.

“Tell me about yourself.” Dr. Miller encouraged. He sipped from his glass again and held my gaze.

I couldn't keep a wide smile from my face as I turned more directly toward him. “What do you want to know?”

“Anything,” he went on, “What's important to you? What do you like to do?”

“My family.” That was an easy one, “I have a brother and a sister. I'm close with my parents. I have a nice circle of friends. A good job.” When he continued to stare at me as if waiting for more I fished through my brain for more, “I enjoy watching sports. I.. “ I gave a shrug and his dimples made home on his face again as he freed me with a smile.

“Does your family live nearby?”

“About an hour away. My brother is still living at home. He graduates from Ithaca this year. My sister is a cop.”

“No shit.” He huffed a laugh.

“No shit.” I nodded. “I got out of a ticket two years ago thanks to her.”

“Wow.” Dr. Miller scratched the bridge of his nose and glanced at the fire before our eyes found one another's again.

“What about your family?” I sipped on my champagne and waited eagerly for his response.

“Father was a welder. My mother worked in a tile factory and as a lunch monitor some days.” He shrugged. “And I have an older sister.”

Welder and a lunch monitor. Well, I thought I could rule out inheritance with regard to the miniature castle we were sitting in. His response, however, made me feel at ease; like at least our families were on the same playing field.

“What's your sister’s name?” I asked.

“Carol.” He gave a fleeting smile.

I smiled back. “Are you close with her?”

“I am.” Dr. Miller continued to smile. He then nodded his head just slightly. “Why did you agree to come here tonight?”

“So I could spend more time alone with you.” The sentence rolled off my tongue with above-average speed and grace - at least for me. I thought the one-sentence synopsis covered the book that was going through my mind of all the reasons I was sitting there beside him.

Goosebumps traveled down my extremities when Dr. Miller's fingertips came in contact with my shoulder while he enjoyed more of his champagne. “My first impressions are usually correct. And if I'm going with my best judgment, I'd say you and I could really have a good thing.”

That same heat filled my cheeks. Adrenaline and dopamine shot an eight-ball of warmth through my veins and I was certain I was glowing. “I do too.”

“Well, alright then.” The swig of champagne he took went down easily and he set it back down on the coffee table.

I did the same. Our hands were empty; bodies close. Could I touch him now?

“What did you think of the other night?” Dr. Miller asked.

My cheeks couldn't blush any harder than they already were. In that sense I felt camouflaged. “I was hoping something like that would happen,” I confessed. “And then when Trevor showed up-”

His laugh suddenly cut me off and I smiled wide. I was sure I knew of Dr. Miller's thoughts of Trevor, though he didn't elaborate after the hearty bout of laughter.

“I wouldn't mind doing something like that again,”I added. He appeared amused by the timid way that left my mouth from the Cheshire-cat like grin that was plastered across his face.

His eyes traveled the length of my body as I sat comfortably beside him on the sofa. I acted quickly when his hand snaked up from my shoulder to my face and his thumb danced on my lips.

This was like the beginning of every Dr. Miller-infused fantasy I’d had as of late. I accepted the tip of his thumb into my mouth and swirled my tongue in slow, calculated patterns.

My eyes focused on his and I was pleased to see that intense, eager look on his face. Everything about the man oozed sex. I wanted to rip my clothes off and jump on top of him - or rather have him do the first part for me.

“At dinner you told me I'd be sorry,” I muttered silently, partially hoping he hadn't heard me. It wasn't in my nature to be straightforward and I certainly didn't view myself as sexy. Still, I wanted to entice him. I wanted to draw out every intense, deep, dark part of him to unleash onto me.

Dr. Miller's four fingers tightened around my jaw and his thumb popped out from between my lips. It was quickly replaced by his own lips that mine welcomed to embrace like an old friend.

The fireworks returned. My body felt hot; all senses went numb except for touch. A bomb could have exploded outside and I wouldn't have heard it.

I let a moan out into his mouth, less embarrassed this time. There was no sense in holding back. We both knew what we did to the other. We both knew what we wanted. The feelings, the understanding, the primal need.. it was all a mutual concoction of lust.

When he pulled away I felt needy; I craved more. It was like just a nibble of my favorite candy. My entire oral cavity felt deserted; betrayed.

“We should take this someplace else.”

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