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thehighladywrites · 3 months

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THE VANSERRA BROTHERS, NSFW ALPHABET

pairing: lucien vanserra x reader, eris vanserra x reader, azriel and rhys mentioned

summary: doing the nsfw alphabet with the vanserras!

warnings: obviously nsfw, 18+, tw: beron🤢

amara’s note: doing it for my criminally underrated babes, trust there will be more vanserra content

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Eris: If this man is not in love with you or you’re a one night stand and a random person, i don’t think there’ll be much aftercare tbh. He would not be cruel, he would just not care. If he’s in love with you he takes care of you, is very caring and has a routine he follows. Cuddles is very important when ur mated bc he is criminally touched starved

Lucien: He is nice whether he’s in love or not. I believe Lucien makes ppl fall in love with him unintentionally bc of his caring nature. But he would def clean you up and let you cuddle next to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eris: For him: his fingers, he’s super skilled with them and he knows how to really use them. They look very nice too. For his partner: Their ass bc he’s an ass slaper and i will not elaborate

Lucien: For him: his tounge/mouth. Makes people go insane. For his partner: anything he can put his hands on. He does not discriminate, he loves every part of your body and he will show it

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Eris: loves painting your face. I’ll be so real, i see him smirking down at you when he cums on your face bc now you’re marked as his, the ultimate claim

Lucien: he loooooooves coming inside. Having your warmth wrapped around his sensitive cock as he spills his cum inside is his fav thing on earth

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Eris: You’re the dirty secret. No one knows about you, and i mean NO ONE bc he knows what happened to Jesminda and he will not let it happen to you

Lucien: before you got together, he used to make up scenarios in his head with you. Dirty scenarios but also sweet ones and he will never ever admit it ever

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Eris: tbh not a lot. with beron🤢 around, he has more important things to focus on like his survival and taking over the throne. He has had sex a handful of times but he doesn’t actively seek it out bc you know, he’s trying not to die

Lucien: okay so js like eris, i think he didn’t have a lot of time to have sex while he was in autumn. when he moved to spring, it was like a college student experiencing freedom for the first time. sorry but he becomes the sluttiest sexual being in prythian after helion. i fully believe lucien has been fucking around in every court, every city, every town. I know this male has a bunch of fans around prythian who pray they run into him again

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Eris: missionary, spooning, mating press

Lucien: 69, doggy, cowgirl with his hands behind his head as he watched with a smirk (slut move)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Eris: He isn’t very goofy, more serious when he is with a one night stand but with his mate he lets loose, he has fun and is very playful. 100% mocks your moans and very gently dumbs you down.

Lucien: is a jokester through and through, he makes dirty jokes, makes you giggle and is just a fun male to bed

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Eris: he trimms, regulary and is very particular about it. he has a happy trail😫

Lucien: either clean shaved or trimmed too. might fuck around and trim a lightning bolt just for funsies

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Eris: very romantic, in the bedroom it’s just you and him alone and he will pour his entire soul out, he will lay himself bare. It was something he didn’t wanna do at first be he has grown more comfortable with intimacy. He is very touch starved so any sort of intimacy soothes him

Lucien: a loverboy. he loves the closeness of being intimate, he loves how it is a private moment between two people and he will def make it a goal to be intimate atleast once a day

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Eris: would jerk off sometimes pre mated, but with a mate, he just fucks if he’s horny and you allow it

Lucien: jacks off infront of you, mutual masturbation is his thing. he does it while he is away at missions and imagine you in his head

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Eris: mommy kink, breeding, daddy kink, orgasm control, exhibitionism

Lucien: daddy kink, overstimulation, temperature play, spanking

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Eris: He prefers to be at home, whether it's in the bedroom, shower, or living room - anywhere familiar enough to make him feel secure. It's not just for his sake, but for yours as well. Being in a familiar environment allows him to be at ease, knowing the layout of the house so he can better protect you. In this comfort zone, he can relax and take his time, making sure youre safe.

Lucien: risky places, anywhere and everywhere. throne room, rhysands library, the spring gardens, behind ritas, on top of his kitchen table, just everywhere

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Eris: you having an attitude is a one way ticket to getting some dick. eris loves when you banter and he loves how feisty you get when you’re arguing with him. It’s a massive turn on seeing you all worked up. he’s a little shit so he provokes you to get you more worked up

Lucien: he loves seeing you all bruised up and tired after sex, it makes him go crazy knowing it’s him doing it to you. Just you covered in his marks is enough to get him going. Fucking loves it when other ppl see it, Rhys mentioned it once and Lucien’s head damn near couldn’t fit through the door bc it so fucking big

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Eris: humiliation. he knows first hand how it feels to be humiliated by someone who is supposed to be a loved one, so he will never ever do anything that will make you sad. also anything that hurts you physically such as knife play, extreme spanking and hardcore bdsm is a massive no. he wants to bring you pleasure not pain.

Lucien: he will absolutely not share you with anyone, it’s a massive no bc he wants any intimacy ti remain between you. He couldn’t live knowing someone looked at you as you came or experienced pleasure. it’s for him and him only

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Eris: lovessss receiving. there’s just something about your mouth wrapped around his cock that drives him to the edge of insanity. He loves making eye contact with you when you blow him, and if you keep it, he’ll nut within seconds. The visual of you on your knees makes him lose it, and he’ll cum right on your face, usually without warning. He apologizes right after though. he’s also very good at giving too, trust me this man is good

Lucien: EATER EATER EATER EATERRR, holy fuck this male eats good. he eats like he’s starving, i’m talking messy, spitting, licking, sucking. ugh he’s a munch

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Eris: depends on your mood, if you guys are hot and bothered then he will be a bit more rough. Otherwise he takes his time, worshipping every inch of you.

Lucien: he’s a slow sensual one and it drives you crazy bc no matter how needy you are, he will drag it out bc he loves seeing the desperation on your face. He also wants to savor the moment

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Eris: views them as a challenge, he likes to see just how quickly he can make both you and him cum in a short span of time. It’s not his preference but he still thinks it’s fun

Lucien: loves quickies bc he will do it everywhere, and i mean everywhere as long as no one gets to see your pretty face. will happily take you to a closet, someones bedroom, a basement, behind a rock js anywhere really

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Eris: down to experiment with anything as long as it isn’t hurtful to you

Lucien: his limits are your limits. he’s down to try anything at least once and if it doesn’t work out then it doesn’t work out

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Eris: he’s a high fae, bro has unlimited stamina but he’ll go as long as you want

Lucien: until you’re tired, just like eris, he’s high fae so he doesn’t get tired

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Eris: didn’t own any toys before you. he uses them primarily on you. would be open to the idea if you wanted to experiment. he likes using those couple toys where ur both get stimulation

Lucien: Has used and will use almost every toy known. Loves using them on you and watching you use them. mutual masturbation goes crazy tbh.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Eris: he’s a slutty one ngl he likes to tease just as much as he likes to be teased. he’ll do it accordingly tho bc he doesn’t like wanna deprive you of pleasure. he’s very unfair when ur being mouthy tho

Lucien: : It’s ridiculous with the amount that he likes to tease. He builds you up with his mouth, bringing you just dangling at the edge before pulling away. can be very VERY unfair but just like eris, he always satisfies you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Eris: okay so i fully believe he isn’t loud in the beginning bc he’s reserved. so like the first few times you have sex, he holds back and when you tell him to relax and to enjoy himself he let’s go. He’s a moaner and a groaner. Eris will let out the prettiest sounds when he’s close, murmuring curse words under his breath and talking about how good you feel around him.

Lucien: mostly soft grunts, raspy moans, quiet whimpers and literally does not shut up with praise, ever. so imagine those slutty raspy moans, yeah that’s him

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Eris: Fantasy is to fuck you and have Azriel walk in because he knows he's into you and it'll show him exactly who it is that you belong to. He would actually die of happiness if it ever happened

Lucien: he loves it when you wear slutty clothes bc he gives ‘wear whatever u want i can fight’ energy and that’s so fucking hot of him. he also teaches you how to rizz. 1000% will do that scheme where you flirt with a stranger and then he comes up and acts like the jealous boyfriend

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Eris: big dick, but not uncomfy big. he didn’t think about the fact he has an impressive size until you start praising him and just keep talking about his size. he has a lean and lithe body, not super buff but he has muscles for SURE, i just know his arms are ridiculously big. his abs are very visible too

Lucien: come on guys. we all know he’s got a third leg, let’s not even start. he knows it, you know it, i know it, prythian knows it. Okay he had massive biceps, i’m talking ‘crush-someones-head-like-a-watermelon’ biceps. he has a sturdy chest and nice abs. he is a warrior, he is BUILTTTTTT

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eris: listen he loves sex, he has a high drive and all but for him it’s touch. he yearns for anyone to touch him. he doesn’t voice it until ur mates bc he views it as a weakness to be touch starved until you tell him it’s okay, undoing centuries of berons🤢 disgusting words

Lucien: he has a high sex drive, he loves you, he loves sex and combining them is top tier

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eris: after aftercare, when ur all cleaned up and toasty under the covers, he’ll let himself sleep. he will stay up as long as ur awake

Lucien: he also cleans you up but he falls asleep first. his fav place is on top of you, under the covers with his head nuzzled into your neck

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pauli-writes · 2 months

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Could I request Aventurine not so subtly demanding affection from his s/o?

warning: lots of kisses, suggestive content?

pairing: aventurine x reader

author’s note: i guess i’m the aventurine gal now. thank you for the request, i didn’t really know what to do with it at first so i hope you enjoy the direction i took (ALSO I HAVENT FINISHED THE 2.1 STORY QUEST YET DON’T SPOIL ME PLS)

“reader, can you come to my office?” was the first thing you heard once you answered your phone, not even a hello, how are you? straight away he goes about commanding you around as if he was your superior, which he technically was, but that’s not the point.

you picked up your paperwork and put the phone in between your ear and your shoulder as you wandered the lower hallways of the ipc headquarters. “what do you need?”

“you.”

“aventurine…” you replied annoyed. he had a habit of calling you during a work day for no reason, but to play around with you. it was charming at times, but most often than not was annoying since you weren’t in such a high position at the ipc that you could afford slaking off for any period of time.

“i’m bored and i happen to know you have a free schedule too.”

you held back a sarcastic remark, of course he knew your schedule, topaz probably told him. “yeah, okay, but your office is sooo high up.”

“i’ll repay you~” he said in a sing song voice, making you let out a tired sigh.

“in what?”

“whatever you want~” he answered in that same silky sweet tone, that has so many people wrapped around his finger.

“okay, i’ll be there in a minute.” it was never about his gifts, but you knew if you didn’t agree to meet him he’d never relent. and so you began you treacherous way to the elevator, that would bring you all the way to aventurine’s office. he had one of the nicer office spaces in ipc, no surprise there, but you hated making the trip from your lousy office to his fancy one.

you knocked twice (your secret signal to tell him it was you) and walked into his office and were immediately grabbed by the waist and pulled into him. “come here.”

he sat you on his lap, as he sat in his very nice office chair behind his imposing desk. he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, and started peppering your face and neck with quick kisses, making you giggle. he never lingered on one spot for too long, leaving you overwhelmed with sensations.

“what’s up with you?” you asked curiously as he readjusted his hold on you. aventurine was touchy at times, but this seemed more than that.

he only smiled, continuing to press kisses on your neck and collarbone. “just missing your company, is that a crime?”

“no-“

“good.”

he continued his assault of kisses, not that you minded of course. aventurine knew when you had enough, despite his flippant attitude, he was respectful of your boundaries and feelings. so, you let out a breath and leaned back, your head resting against his chest and savoured the feeling of his undivided attention on your.

although as you adjusted your position you spotted something on his desk. “oh, you’re heading to penacony tomorrow?”

you felt him pause for a fraction of a moment, before ignoring your question and continuing to kiss you. you sighed, turning around to face him and cupping his face in your hands. “aventurine. i asked you something.”

“oh, it’s nothing important,” he replied, taking your hand from his cheek and giving it a shallow kiss. “i’ll be back before you know it.”

“yeah, but-“

“no buts, only kisses.” he gave you a kiss on your nose, almost making you giggle again.

“you are going alone,” you said, trying to stay on topic, “that worries me a little.”

aventurine only laughed, waving off your concern as his hands moved up and down on your body. “i won’t be alone, the doctor will be there.”

“that does not reassure me. what if- Ow!” he had given you a small bite on your neck, cutting you off. it didn’t particularly hurt, but surprised you nonetheless.

as you stopped talking he cupped your face in his hands, making you look at him and straight into his colourful eyes. “stop worrying. don’t you trust me?”

you nodded, there was no one you trusted more in the ipc. “i do.”

“good,” he let go of your face and gave you a quick peck on your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “now how about we have lunch together? it’s my treat as always.”

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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home - hawks x reader (6.7k)

you miss him when he's not here.

cw: not sfw. reader is afab but no gendered language is used. chubby reader, insecurities mentioned. established relationship. possessive hawks. blood, injury (mild). cunnilingus, scratching, biting, multiple orgasms.

this was a commissioned work.

There are drawbacks to being a Pro Hero’s partner.

Oh, there are some positives, too - the nice things that you get sent, sometimes, in the hopes that you’ll post them on social media and the business in question will get some extra footfall from being papped on the significant other of the more popular Pro Heroes (putting aside the occasional frustration of paparazzi always tailing you, the free clothes and free tech and free gear and free meals are very nice). The fact that Keigo has a sizable fortune that he mainly uses to make sure that you and he have the best life he can provide. The swell of pride that rises in your chest when you think about him, and all of the lives he has saved, all of the people who are grateful for him.

The sunshine in Keigo’s face, too, when a small child tells him how much they look up to him - how they want to be just like him. The money that is funneled back by Keigo into charitable institutions for children. The fact that you’re doing a small part of good in the world despite your reasonably useless quirk (making flowers bloom at a touch is only useful when the flowers are not yet in season, after all - it’s a quirk that you can use maybe three months out of the year, and you’ve noticed flowers don’t seem to last any longer just because you’ve grazed them with your fingertips) by making Keigo happy, the way he deserves to be.

But there are plenty of negatives.

Those same paparazzi who sell photographs of you and Keigo to gossip magazines and comment on your appearance, your hair if it’s messy, your figure that you’re already not all that confident in. The online gossip-mongers who spend their time bemoaning how much of a better fit they’d be for a man like Keigo, if he’d just stop ‘pitying’ you enough to date you.

The nights you spend stroking Keigo’s hair as he buries his head in your neck and all of the ugliest parts of his job fall out of his mouth; the fear of being a pawn for the HPSC for the rest of his life, the things he’s asked to do that remain secret except in whispered gasps into your ear, his hands clinging to you so tightly you think about talons puncturing your skin. The long, long nights when he’s out doing hero work and you fear that he may never come back to you. The way time stretches interminably on when he says he’ll be gone for a little while and you don’t know if it will be days or weeks or months.

You wouldn’t trade anything for him. Keigo makes you feel seen and beautiful and loved and cherished in a way no other person could ever compare to. You get butterflies when he smiles at you. You cannot imagine a life in which you did not find each other, somehow.

But tonight, your bed in Keigo’s penthouse (big glass windows, so he can feel like he’s flying - a huge bed, with room for his wings) is empty and cold. You wear a too-big ‘Hawks’s Baby Bird’ nightshirt that falls down to your knees, a gag gift from one of your friends who is a member of your boyfriend’s fan club. The little cartoon depiction of him is not enough to make you feel as though he is there with you.

Tonight feels like one of those nights that might last forever.

You roll over in the bed uncomfortably, legs tangling in cool sheets that you wish were warmed by your partner. The space seems to stretch on for an eternity without Keigo’s wings there for you to good-naturedly grouse about as he laughs and pulls you in even closer.

You think not hearing anything might be the worst.

You know what he does is important, you know that he doesn’t always tell you where he’s going because he’s worried about you - you know that being shrouded in secrecy is better for both of you. But not knowing where he is or who he’s with or what he’s doing makes all kinds of worrying scenarios play out in your head as you wonder if you’ll ever see him again, or if the last time you kissed him on the cheek and told him to be careful (and he looked at you with all of the love in the world lighting his gold eyes, his gaze saying far more than his easy laugh and his promise he would come back) would be the last time.

Ugh. You flop onto your back and stare up at the ceiling.

Maybe you should try making yourself a hot drink; distract yourself from the thoughts swirling around your mind and the loneliness that’s eating at your edges. That sounds nice. You swing your legs over the side of the comically oversized mattress, the soft hem of your nightshirt riding high on your thighs - and then you hear a familiar sound, and your heart feels like it swells to double its size in your chest.

You quickly walk from the bedroom into the lounge, following the sound of beating wings and displaced air and something clinking against glass. There, on the balcony outside, stands Keigo - still in his hero costume, red wings in the process of being tucked behind him, keys tinkling in his hand.

Through the window, he catches sight of you - and his smile is so wide it could split his face in two, eyes crinkling at the edges. He fumbles even quicker with the keys, eager to get inside and back to you - and you walk across the room, your feet warm on the cold tiled floor, to meet him.

Up close, you can see that the night has not been kind to him.

Despite the smile that lights up his eyes and transforms his face, there are grazes all over his face; a rip in his hero costume at the sleeve, where he’s bleeding a little. His wings seem fine, but high on the left wing the feathers are bent out of shape and uneven as if he narrowly avoided trapping it somewhere. Your stomach drops somewhere in the region of your feet - and then, Keigo is through the window and it’s clinking closed behind him and you are embraced by all of him, all red feathers and fur jacket and arms wrapping so tightly around you that you can barely breathe.

“Keigo,” your voice comes out in a choked squeak. “Keigo, you’re hurt--!”

“I’m so glad to see you,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, his normally light tone heavy with emotion. “I missed you so so much. I . . . I thought I might not see you ever again--”

His gloved hands cling to your generous hips, squishing into the soft flesh there, dragging you against him. He noses against your neck, breathing in your scent, as if he’s trying to reassure himself that you’re real and true and there.

“Let me look at your injuries--” You try to say, but Keigo instead pulls you into a searing kiss that makes your knees feel weak. Despite his relatively small stature - compared to most other Pros, anyway - he trains long and hard, and he pulls you into him as if you weigh nothing at all, the softness of your curves and pudge not presenting the smallest of problems. His mouth is hot and beseeching against yours; this is a kiss that says ‘I am alive, and I thought I wouldn’t be’. Fear is still rolling hot through your stomach, but it’s hard not to melt into him when he knows every spot of your mouth and every nerve of your lips as well as he knows his own. His teeth nip needily at your lower lip and you open your mouth for him - let his tongue mark you out as his, sliding across that spot behind your front teeth that makes you full-body shiver in his arms.

It doesn’t seem to matter to him that the two of you are in full view of the windows (not that any paparazzi would be fool enough to try and photograph from here, after the last time) - all that matters is that the two of you are entwined, that Keigo is there and you are there. His hands slide down your hips to knead at the soft globes of your ass, a motion that’s meant to be teasing but instead simply feels desperate.

You break apart from him with a gasp, your heart beating frantically against your ribcage.

“Keigo,” you say, hoping you sound more sure of yourself than you feel. “I need to clean your w-wounds.”

He looks at you all half-lidded and wanting, his mouth swollen from the kiss - actually, you don’t think his gaze has strayed from you once since he first laid eyes on you.

“I needed to kiss you,” he says to you, and he cracks a small smile that doesn’t quite mask the wildness in his eyes. “I needed to remember exactly what you were like. Remind myself you were mine, birdie.”

“The kiss could have waited,” you say, exhaling in a way that’s part laugh and part exhaustion. “You’re hurt.”

One gloved hand raises to your face; his thumb strokes over your cheek. The smile on his face is so sad and so wanting that it makes you ache.

“I could never wait to kiss you,” he says. “Not a second longer than I have to.”

You tug gently on his sleeve; there’s dirt all over the tan fabric. You wonder what happened to him on this mission, but you don’t ask - Keigo never wants you to have to worry about things. He keeps you as safe as he can - makes sure you can work from home, insists that if he can’t go shopping with you groceries are delivered . . . on another person, it might be suffocating. But on Keigo . . .

He hasn’t told you much about his life pre-Wing Hero: Hawks. Still, he has told you more than almost anybody else in the whole world knows, and you understand why he clings to the vestiges of a home he’s managed to build around himself. It’s hard not to be flattered that he considers you home - and you, in return, feel exactly the same way about him.

“Come on,” you say to him, a little more forcefully this time, and you give him a gentle smile so he doesn’t feel like he’s worrying you too much. “Let me clean these scratches and get your uniform off, and I promise you can kiss me as much as you like for as long as you like.”

He lets out a soft laugh but lets himself be tugged across the room anyway.

“My uniform off?” He asks, lightly teasing, the edge of desperation slowly ebbing away now that he is with you and knows you are safe. “Why, birdie, you’ve only gotta ask! Little forward, but I’m not gonna complain--”

You roll your eyes at him, but laugh all the same, as the two of you enter the kitchen and you bully him lovingly into taking a seat on one of the stools by the long breakfast bar. You reach up onto your toes to reach the first-aid kit kept in one of the high kitchen cupboards, feeling the hem of your shirt rise up to reveal the thin red satin underwear you wore to bed--

“Are those Hawks brand, too?” Keigo asks. You can’t see him, but you can just imagine the shit-eating grin that’s painted itself over his face. “Look, I know you want me to stay still whilst you tend lovingly to me, but you’re making this really difficult--”

“Shh,” you tell him, turning around with the little metal tin tucked beneath your arm. “You’re just trying to get out of the antiseptic swabbing, aren’t you?”

It takes you by surprise how quickly he’s shed his garments. You suppose that speed is his greatest asset, but still - you’d heard only a little rustling, and yet Keigo is suddenly sat behind you totally shirtless with his uniform discarded on the stool beside him. You can see almost all of him; the lean muscles of his pectorals, dotted with old scars - the corded forearms, the surprisingly strong hands . . .

You’re grateful to see that the wounds and scratches are only surface-level. They’ll need cleaning and bandaging up a little, but that’s all - he’s not at risk of any infections, doesn’t need to go see any healers or hospital workers. You’re glad - you don’t want him to be out of your sight for any longer than he has to be now that you finally have him back for a while.

You cough as you rifle through the medical kit for anti-bacterial wipes, feeling your face heat up at his proximity and his nakedness. Keigo laughs softly, angling his body closer to you.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” he says to you, his voice low and soft. “C’mon. See something you like?”

“Could you stop flirting for one second?” You ask him, as you wipe over one of the nasty grazes on his arm - you don’t think you could look into those golden eyes right now without falling into them like molten pools. “I need to get this cleaned up.”

“You’d be flirting if the prettiest thing in the whole world was touching your naked body,” Keigo says to you, reasonably; and he laughs again when you fumble with the bandage you’re trying to affix to the spot in question. “C’mon. You’re even wearing my merch! How’m I supposed to just sit here and let you look after me when I’m thinking about pinning you to the breakfast bar and having my wicked way with you, huh?”

“Have your wicked way with me when I’m done,” you tell him, and now you have no choice but to turn your hand to the grazes on his cheek - and looking at Keigo’s pretty face takes your breath away in the same way it always does. His eyes are liquid gold, burning you as you gently wipe the blood from his sharp cheekbones. At the touch of your fingers on his face, he takes a sharp intake of breath - and one strong hand lands on the outside of your thigh, thumb pressing softly into the skin there. Your own breath stutters in your chest.

There’s a bloom of heat low in your core, to be looked at like that. Possession and adoration and hunger all mixed up in his gaze, your own body screaming at you that Keigo wants you and you want him and everything else should be thrown to the wayside in pursuit of the pleasure the two of you are clearly longing for.

He breathes out after a moment that feels like it lasts a week, and his voice has dropped a semitone into something rich and low and starving hungry.

“You’re nearly done now, right?” He asks, swallowing, the bob in his throat visible. “I’m not sure how much longer I can stop myself.”

You do not break eye contact as you drop the gauze, as you close the lid of the first-aid kit.

“I’d think a Pro Hero would have more control,” you say to him breathily. “Stop yourself from doing what, exactly?”

He smiles up at you with a wickedness that makes you weak at the knees, and you feel all of your concern about his grazes and bruises and the feathers that have been bent and ruffled in his wings melt away in favour of the persistent pounding in your core.

He moves lightning-fast; utterly deserving of all of his accolades, and before you know it you’re pressed against the breakfast bar, your ass pressed flush against the rim of the surface, and Keigo has dropped down onto his knees.

“Stop myself from eating you all up, birdie,” he says, with a grin bright and hungry, as he presses his nose softly against the plumpness of your thighs. “You’re looking delicious, and I’m starving after being away for so long. Won’t you let a guy have a taste?”

You gasp as he moves his face; as his nose nudges at your mound through the Hawks branded underwear. He breathes in deeply, savouring the scent of you on the air.

“I can tell you want it too,” he teases you. “I can smell you from here. That’s how I know how delicious you’re going to be.”

“Keigo,” you breathe out lightly, but there is no complaint in your tone. Your boyfriend takes this the way it is; your consent for him to do whatever he wants to you, and his smile is knife-sharp in the darkness as his fingers hook into the elastic of the underwear and slowly begin to edge them down your legs.

“Spread for me, angel,” Keigo murmurs, dropping a kiss just above your knee, peppering the skin he can currently get to with more feather soft touches of his lips. “Show me how much you want it. Let me see you; I’ve missed you. Feels like a century when I don’t see you for a day.”

You fall over yourself to please him. You’ve missed him just as much; too deeply for you to care if you seem desperate, when you spread your legs further and let him see the wet mess between your legs. Keigo’s eyes go half-lidded and wanting as he trails the pad of one of his fingers up your thigh to dip between the lips of your sex and into your slick.

“Look at you, pretty birdie,” he says, low and awestruck. “This is all for me? Aren’t I the lucky one? Aren’t you just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen?”

Your face heats up at the compliments; Keigo is never shy about giving them, of course, but when the position is so intimate and he looks so fascinated it’s hard not to feel woozy with the want that drips off every syllable. Keigo moves his face closer; kisses at the plump spill of your very inner thighs, where they’re damp with your own arousal. Teeth bite into the flesh gently, nipping at you until you gasp.

“Y-you were being serious about eating me up, then?” You ask, a huff of laughter on your lips, as Keigo shifts his attentions to the other thigh, sucking love bites into the soft flesh.

“Just making sure you know you’re mine,” he says, breathless. “Marking you up so you know who you belong to. After I’ve eaten you up, I’ll get on to eatin’ you out--”

He kisses over your sex this time; his breath fanning hot against your most sensitive parts. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to cling to the rim of the breakfast bar to stop yourself from just falling onto him completely. You feel a couple of well-placed breaths away from collapsing onto the floor.

“Is that a . . . a promise?” You ask him, and Keigo chuckles and the vibrations seem to travel from between your legs and right up your spine.

“For you?” He murmurs, and his tongue darts out - laps up your cunt from perineum to clit, and you swear you see stars. “Of course it is.”

Once Keigo has had a taste of you, there’s nothing you can do. You know it from past experience sprawled out on the bed beneath him as he works you over until you’re putty in his hands - when he wants someone, when he wants something, when something is his and it’s his responsibility . . . he will not rest until he’s wrung several orgasms out of you and you can barely move. The kitchen is a brand new development for this kind of thing, but Keigo is more than a little possessive and when you’ve murmured in the heat of the moment about christening every surface in his apartment it’s always gotten him going--

So it’s all you can do, really, to let him eat you out like he’s a man starved and he’s having his final meal before his untimely end.

To let your fingers curl around the rim and to give yourself into Keigo’s mouth as it hotly works you over; his tongue dragging through your folds as if he’s trying to drink you in. Your own mouth falls open as your breath escapes you in little surprised gasps; it seems that for every slow lap of his tongue, he manages to do some kind of swirling trick of athletics that makes you feel like you’re melting into a pleasured mess.

In between the licks and the sucks, he turns his attention back to the soft fullness of your thighs; drops little growling interludes of;

‘Mine’. ‘So beautiful’. ‘So good’. ‘You’re mine’. ‘Mine, mine, mine’.

Kisses and bites and licks and mumbles, the soft abrasive scratch of his scruff making you dizzy and light-headed as you feel all of the pleasure that he brings you work itself into tight knots in your stomach. Sometimes he bites just a little too hard, as if he wants to ensure that the mark takes - and though on another partner, you might push him away, with Keigo it’s hard to not just let your lashes flutter and a soft moan escape at the thought of just how much he wants you to be his.

There’s something to be said about having the mark of ownership of a man like Keigo upon your skin.

He rubs his cheeks against your thighs, uncaring of how your slick is fair dripping from your sex; covering himself in your scent the same way he tries to cover you in his own. You’ve heard him complain when you switch shower gels or perfumes or shampoos; you know he can’t get enough of the natural scent of you. He never cares about cuddling up to you when you feel sweaty or gross - in fact, a couple of times, you’ve thought that it really gets him going--

It’s getting much harder to think the longer Keigo uses his mouth on you.

It’s hard to think of anything other than the sensation of his tongue, the prickling pleasant heat that’s running through your veins, the groans of pleasure that he keeps putting forth with every new lap and suck and kiss of your clit. Your fingers twitch, your thighs shaking wildly, as you hover on the precipice of your orgasm.

“That’s right, beautiful,” he murmurs softly. “Come on. Come for me.”

There’s no question of doing anything but.

Your entire body goes taut all over, like a string waiting to be plucked - and then snaps, as your orgasm washes over you in fierce waves, making your body tingle like fireworks are being set off beneath your skin. You don’t try to muffle your noises - Keigo had coached that out of you with kisses and begging and telling you how much he loves hearing you - so soft whimpers and moans come issuing forth from your mouth, bouncing against the kitchen walls. Keigo makes his own noise in response; a coaxing kind of reassurance that you can let yourself go with him, you’re safe. His mouth is still pressed against your sex, though, his tongue still drinking in the slick you’re pumping out with every clench and pulse of your release.

He stays there even as the orgasm slowly subsides and feeling returns to your extremities. You’re sensitive, your thighs shaking - and Keigo chuckles, pulling back and looking up at you with his eyes all blown with adoration.

“I’ve missed the way you taste,” he tells you, tone teasing. “I’ve missed the way you sound, too. I’ve missed . . . all of that.”

“I’ve missed you more,” you say to him breathlessly. “A-are you going to let me repay the favour?”

Keigo laughs again, and the sound makes happiness bloom in your chest.

“No,” he says, sounding very sure of himself. “I’m not done with you yet, birdie. I need to make sure that every perfect inch of you remembers me; I need to make sure that you’re always with me, that you’re imprinted onto every part of me, that you know just how much I love you and I need you and that I can remember every part of you with my eyes closed--”

Your cheeks are hot at this profession of adoration. It’s not that Keigo is shy about these things - he said ‘I love you’ before you did - but . . . he’s not always prone to these big, grand gestures. He holds your hands and pulls you close and keeps you next to him, plays with your hair and remembers your favourites and checks in on you to make sure everything is alright as often as he can. Love story confessions are not his style--

And that’s how you know that he means every single syllable.

“Th-that’s not fair,” you say weakly, as Keigo takes your hand and tugs you through the apartment instead, a mirror of you taking him into the kitchen to clean his wounds. “I want to do all that for you too--!”

“Ah, but you didn’t get to saying it before me, did you?” He shoots you a broad grin, pulling you into the bedroom. The sheets on your huge bed are still rumpled; he raises one eyebrow. “Not sleep well without me, birdie?”

“You know I never do,” you whisper, and his face goes impossibly soft. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his nose against your own so that the two of you are staring directly into one another’s eyes.

“I love you,” he says, plain and simple. His hands go to touch your hips, to slide up to your waist and to your chest, his touch reverent like a sculptor and his masterpiece. “I love everything about you. If it were up to me, I’d spend every waking minute with you - I’d never let you leave our bed. We’d have everything we need. I . . .” He swallows. “I want to be with you forever.”

“I want to be with you forever, too,” you breathe out - you bring your hand up to stroke over his shoulders, to delicately curve over the musculature in his back to where his wings stand proudly out. He lets out a soft noise of pleasure at the soft touch of your fingers on the downy feathers at the base, his cheeks going pink.

“Then let me take care of you,” Keigo murmurs, softly. “Let me come inside of you so many times you don’t remember what it feels like to have anything inside of you but me.” He takes a shuddering breath - and despite your earlier orgasm, your breath catches and your pulse beats between your thighs as if it’s agreeing that he can do whatever he wants with you. “Please.”

“Keigo--”

“Say I can, birdie.”

His touch gets desperate. His thumbs dig into the soft meat of your waist, the plump pudge there. You make the mistake of flickering your eyes away from his gaze, to between you and below your eye line, to see the way that his cock is tenting the front of his pants in need. You think about Keigo’s cock - about how it feels inside of you, about how perfectly it fills you up, about the sensation of having him come inside and keep going, keep pumping himself into you--

“Keigo,” you breathe, eyes flicking back up to him. “Of course you can.”

As much as you want to get on your knees for him and bring him the same pleasure he’s already brought you today, you can tell that this means a lot to Keigo - and so you’re not surprised when he groans out loud and pulls you back into a fierce kiss. Your lips are nibbled on, your tongue danced with, your entire body dragged into a kiss that Keigo puts every muscle into - until he pulls back, breathless.

“Can we get this off you now?” He asks, tugging at your nightshirt. “Kind of weird to be looking at myself right now, even if I do look very cute as a cartoon--”

You laugh as you pull the dark red cotton over your head. You have a brief moment of doubt - that same flash that comes across you every time you fully disrobe in front of Keigo, a voice in your head saying that you’re not good enough or pretty enough for him - but it’s a doubt that Keigo quickly dispels as he pushes you back onto the bed and begins to pepper every inch of your newly exposed skin with bites and kisses.

“I love these,” he murmurs, palming at your chest with rough calloused hands, plucking your nipples between thumb and forefinger until they stand to stiff attention. “They’re so pretty.” A pinch, and you whine, back arching. “And so sensitive--!”

His tongue follows the path of his fingers, swirling around the nipple and sucking on it with a soft pop until you’re whining even louder, spreading your thighs apart for him in a silent plea to get on with it.

“You’re being needy,” he tells you, with a bite to the swell of your breast that you can tell will leave a bruise. “And I love it. Ask me nicely, pretty birdie--”

“Please fuck me, Keigo,” you say, breathless with need and want and the dizzying desire to have him inside of you. “Please, I want you inside of me--”

He kisses you fiercely again; fabric is displaced lower down his body as he works his trousers off without for a moment breaking the contact of your two lips. His cock slaps against the roundness of your tummy, leaving wet precome in a smear over your navel - hard and long, stiff and aching to find anchor in your port.

“You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Spread wider, angel, alright?”

You obey him, spreading your thighs so wide that it’s almost painful.

The two of you have had to experiment with positions many times - Keigo’s wings provide an interesting challenge for ensuring that both of you are comfortable. Even now, in this simplest of positions, his wings make a canopy over you and give a soft red-warm glow to everything beneath them. Keigo smiles at you so softly that it feels like melting, and then his cock is nudging the lips of your sex apart and slowly slowly slowly sinking inside of you.

It’s gratifying, to finally be full. His tongue felt good, but there’s a kind of intimacy in this that it can’t replicate - a feeling that the two of you are melding together, hearts beating as one. Keigo’s eyes flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping his pretty mouth.

“You have no idea how you feel,” he chokes out. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you--”

“You feel like home,” you say to Keigo, and he whines and sheathes himself fully inside of you.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you up so you’re not just laid directly on the bed. His nails - fingers a little sharp, like talons - rake down your back, scratching into you, as he gets used to feel of you hot and tight and wet around him. The two of you are both panting, your own arms wrapping around his neck so you’re as close to him as you can possibly be.

He crashes his lips against yours at the same time as he begins to move his hips in hungry little circles. He isn’t yet fucking in and out of you in wild abandon, but this is still overwhelming after being without him for a few nights and forgetting all of the places inside of you that are stoked like a brand new fire by his cock, stretching you out. You move your hips against him in tiny increments, his abdomen rubbing against your swollen clit in a way that sends pleasant little frissons of electricity up and down your spine.

The electric mixes with the scratches of Keigo’s hands, an overwhelming symphony of sensation that is at once too much and not enough. You lose track of time - you lose track of anything but the feel of Keigo inside of you, the pleasure of being stretched and fucked and taken and knowing you are loved.

His lips against yours, his words against your ear with whispers of how much he loves you and how beautiful you are and how good you are for him. Your own words, coming out slurred and breathless as you both chase your orgasms, wanting to crest that hill together.

“Keigo,” you’re whimpering. “Keigo, Keigo, Keigo.” Chants of his name spilling out of your lips like prayer beads, prayers that he drinks up with his kisses and his own soft entreaties of your name.

“I’m going to--”

“I want you to--”

“Fill me up, please--”

“Fuck--”

You both lose track of who is actually the one speaking; the words come out in a spill that’s mirrored by the twitch of your thighs and the coil of heat in your stomach. Your orgasm hits you like a train, and your fingers curl into Keigo’s short hair at the same time as he digs his teeth into the soft place where your neck meets your shoulders and his cock pulses inside of you, spilling his seed into your sex, marking you out as his. Your own release gushes over his cock, your cunt clenching around him as you pant and whimper. You’re light-headed and dizzy as you chase your aftershocks, gyrating your hips on his softening cock to eke out every last drop of pleasure you can. Keigo’s hands stay on you, sliding to the small of your back, encouraging you as he sucks and kisses on the bitemarks and lets his own pants fill the air.

The comfortable silence that follows your releases lasts only a moment.

He’s come inside of you once, and your body feels full and satiated with your own orgasm, but that’s not enough for Keigo. Even as he pulls out, his cock is already hardening again, a soft groan falling from his mouth as it slaps against the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

“Tell me I can fuck you again,” he murmurs. “I want you to be full of me, birdie. I want you to be dripping with my come for weeks. I need t’fill you up so bad--”

You manage to screw up all of your left-over energy - not that there was much of it - to roll over, gathering yourself up on your hands and knees, spreading your legs further apart and balancing yourself on your elbows. It’s a position the two of you have used often, made all the more comfortable by Keigo’s expensive bed. It means that you don’t have to do much more work than stay there and thrust your hips back into him - and, crucially, it means that Keigo gets so deep inside of you that you swear you feel him in your stomach.

“Yes,” Keigo breathes, already gathering himself up onto his knees. He drops kisses onto the places on your shoulder blades and spine he scratched earlier, soft feather-light whispers of how much he adores you. “Fuck, angel--”

He fits inside of you like a glove; your earlier exertions making him slide inside of you so easily you barely feel the stretch. Your fingers clench into the sheets as you moan out a prayer that sounds like his name, as Keigo continues to drop wet messy kisses all over you. He’s rambling now, about how beautiful you look like this and how good you feel.

“I should fuck you on every surface in the house,” he whispers, as he begins to work his hips back and forth, sliding easily into a rhythm. “I should christen every single one of them, so it feels like home--”

“Okay,” you breathe in return, moving your hips as much as you can. You’re going to come again, you realise, embarrassingly quickly. He just feels so deep inside of you - like there is no end to where he starts or you begin, like there’s nothing in the universe but the two of you and the places you’re joined. One of his hands slaps over yours, holding it as best he can in the position you’re in.

“I need to fill you up,” he’s panting. “I need you . . . need you to be mine, need you to know how much I love you, need you need you need you--”

“I need you,” you reply, in a whimper that feels like a sob as he adjusts his hips just so and oh, the spots he hits inside of you with every thrust . . . You feel born anew again; like this is the first time Keigo has fucked you and you’re as sensitive as a virgin. You squeeze your eyes closed. “I need you more-- please fill me up, I want to be yours, please please please--”

“Say my name,” Keigo begs into your ear, the words broken up with pants. “Say you love me.”

“K-Keigo--!” Your voice pitches as your orgasm clenches all up inside of you. You feel yourself tighten around him. The feeling of him inside of you, the wet glide of his cock, the sting of the bites and scratches from your earlier extremely enthusiastic love-making, all converging together until you can do nothing but let the white hot feeling take you over completely. “I l-love you--”

A moaning whimpering groan of your name, and the two of you are coming together. Keigo’s cock is twitching inside of you, spilling more thick ropes of his come as deep into you as he can to join his earlier load. You moan as you feel it trickle down your thighs, as he fucks it in deeper chasing the aftershocks of his orgasm and your body collapses into a jelly-like mass of nothing but feeling. Keigo lets you collapse and follows you down, breathless laughs turning into moans as you lie there for a few moments sweating and panting in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

It takes a little while for the two of you to disentangle yourself fully; for Keigo’s cock to pop out of you (followed by a little rush of your mixed fluids), for him to drag your sweat-soaked body against him without caring for how you must be messing up the sheets.

“I love you too,” he says, a belated reply to your call as you’d come. Your face goes hot at the reminder.

You curl up against his chest shyly, cheek pressed to his beating heart. Your fingers come up to trace patterns over his skin, and he makes a noise low in his throat almost like a chirp, pleasure at your touch melding with the pleasure of what has transpired between you both. He’s always a little more bird-like in this state; relaxed and sated and happy.

A phone rings somewhere in the distance, and he groans. Eyes fluttering shut.

“It’s in my pocket,” he mumbles in annoyance. “It’ll be the Commission.”

You make a soft noise of displeasure at the Hero Commission already wanting to monopolise his time when it feels like he’s been home for an hour or two at most.

“I’d hoped we’d have a bit longer this time,” you say, and you hope that you don’t sound petulant. You don’t want to resent Keigo’s job! You know he’s one of the top heroes for a reason! But curled up in bed, it’s hard to reconcile Wing Hero: Hawks and Keigo, your boyfriend, your lover, your home. You want longer with him. You want to keep him for yourself.

His mouth twists. Resolutely, he wraps his arms back around you.

“We will,” he says, as he continues to ignore the ringing. “We’ll have more time. They can wait a day. I still have more things I want to do to you.”

“Unfair,” you say, hiding your smile in his chest. “It’s my turn to do things to you.”

He laughs and presses a kiss on the top of your head. The scratches and bruises and bites from your earlier exertions sting pleasantly; a reminder of home, a reminder of Keigo, a reminder of belonging.

“Okay,” he says, with a faux sigh. “It’ll be a challenge, but I’ll take one for the team. I guess you can do things to me next time.”

Both of you laugh and snuggle in closer to one another.

The bed feels so much more right with Keigo in it beside you.

#commissioned work #writing #not sfw text #mha x reader #bnha x reader #hawks x reader #hawks smut #bnha posting #chubby reader posting #bnha smut #mha smut

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queuestarter · 5 months

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daybreak

(johanna mason x reader)

cw: none- just two girls in love

link to the request → grumpy x sunshine during training for the quarter quell

open to submissions/asks

You watch from across the room as Johanna strips off her training uniform and begins to rub oil all over herself. You shake your head in amusement and refocus on the conversion you’re having with your district mate and close friend, Beetee.

“I wonder what the reason they put the forcefield up this year is,” he comments offhandedly while observing a piece of wood as he attempts to figure out how to start a fire. You sit opposite him, not having much luck either.

You didn’t win your first games by fighting or learning survival skills. You won by appealing to the audience.

“Maybe someone attacked them. Or maybe one of the Gamemakers fell over the balcony,” you giggle, throwing down your two sticks as Katniss walks over to you.

You’ve never met her, but of course you know all about her. Who doesn’t at this point?

“Hello,” you friendlily greet her. She stands over you and Beetee awkwardly. “Do you know how to make a fire with two sticks? We’re awful at it.”

She sits down at the station with you. “Yeah, but I haven’t done it in a while. Let me see…” she grabs some sticks and begins to rub them together.

For the next ten minutes that you three spend at the station, a friendly rapport grows. You talk about many things, like the forcefield, productivity in your districts, and a few other topics. Eventually, she starts asking if you’re going to join any alliances.

“I think so,” you say hopefully. “I know me and Beetee are going to stick together. Johanna, too.”

“Johanna?” Katniss asks, raising her eyebrows.

You smile, finding your girl across the room. She’s arguing about something with Finnick, shoving his shoulder and getting shoved back in response.

“Yeah, she’s great. She’s just really, really great.” You can feel a blush growing on your cheeks which you hide behind your hands.

“I didn’t feel that way when I met her.” You furrow your eyebrows at Katniss.

“Oh. While I’m going to go see if I can try to make a lure with Mags. Beetee, want to join?” You want to be nice considering she doesn’t know about your relationship with Johanna and your girlfriend does come off as rude sometimes.

“Oh, yes. That could be very helpful,” he comments, getting up from his seat. “Thank you for helping us, Katniss. Maybe we would keep up that trend in the arena?”

Katniss nods, getting up as well. “I should see what Peeta is doing.”

You don’t talk to Katniss again until the next day of training.

You’re sparring with one of the trainers, having decided that it might actually be important this time around to work on your physical skills rather than just relying on your brains and public appeal.

When you finish the spar and are bent over trying to catch your breath, you feel a hand cup your ass. You let out a gasp of surprise.

“Johanna!” You shriek as you return to an upright position. Ignoring the shocked gazes of the people around you, you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her in for a quick kiss. “You can’t just scare me like that when I have a deadly weapon in my hands!”

She looks beautiful with her signature smirk on her face. “I just wanted to let you know how good you were doing. And let everyone know that you’re mine.”

You giggle uncontrollably, holding onto her for a few more seconds. With one final kiss to her smiling lips that end up more on her teeth than anything, you back away from the sparring station to allow other people to enter, namely Finnick and Katniss. Katniss has a look of disbelief on her face.

You say a quick ‘hello’ to them before Beetee is calling your name from across the room. “Can you identify the metal that comprises this beam? It seems to be steel but the density is all wrong.”

As you walk across the room to help out Beetee, you can hear Johanna talk to the two others, none of them being too quiet.

“What a woman,” she says, causing you to smile once more.

“You two are…? Her?” Katniss practically hisses.

“Why not?” Finnick teases. “Johanna needs something good in her life.”

“Shut up!” You turn your eyes back towards your girlfriend just in time to see her try to knock Finnick over.

This is what it means to be in love

#johanna mason #johanna request #johanna mason x reader #johanna mason x you #johanna imagine #johanna mason x y/n #johanna x reader #hunger games #thg johanna #lane's writing

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mynameismckenziemae · 4 months

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In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 8

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: Bradley greets you at the airport and you find something interesting while packing up Jake’s apartment.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, this one gets a bit kinkier 😏🥴smut, mutual masturbation, toy use, ass play

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“How much stuff do you have in San Diego?” You ask as you towel-dry your hair.

“Not much, mostly just clothes. The apartment came with furniture and never felt like getting my own. Guess even my subconscious knew I wasn’t planning on staying there long-term. I asked because I really just want you to come with me and meet the crew.”

“Good, your clothes should fit here, unless you have more than me. I wasn’t sure how we’d fit furniture though. And of course, I’ll come,” you smile. You’ve seen pictures but were excited to meet the people you’ve heard so much about.

He’s stuck on the first part of your reply. “You want me to move in?”

You nod. “I do, if you want to. I love waking up to you every morning. Even if you do hog the covers.”

“Do not,” he argues, snapping you with his wet towel.

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Jake: I told her about the job and moving back home. She asked me to move in…like fully move in since I’m already basically living here.

🐓: Nice! Is she coming with you to get things settled here?

Jake: Yes. I ordered the ring today, it should be here by Tuesday. Are you sure you don’t mind recording? My ma will kill me if she doesn’t see it. She’s already mad she won’t be there. 🙄

🐓: I’m sure. I love your mom already.

🐓: Almost as much as your sister 🥵🤤

Jake: 🖕🏻

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Jake brings you a beautiful bouquet of flowers on Wednesday, the day before you leave when he comes for his last appointment to be cleared with Dr. Hayes.

“Oh they’re beautiful, thank you,” you say, kissing him on the cheek, smiling at the blush that spreads over his face.

“Beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl,” he replies. You roll your eyes but smile.

“I think Hayes is ready for you,” you say, leading Jake to his office.

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“Everything looks great, Jake. You’re cleared to get back to it,” Hayes tells him as he signs the forms. “Char told me you’re moving back though?”

“Yeah, after I get everything taken care of in San Diego. I took a position as an instructor in Kingsville, so I should be home most nights, other than short trips for training. The accident not only scared me but made me realize what’s really important,” Jake answers as he puts his shoe back on.

“I’ve never seen her happier. She hasn’t been herself since her mom got sick and then passed away. It’s so good to see her smile again.”

“Yeah, I agree. Can you keep a secret?” Jake asks as he gets off the exam table to sit in the chair by the desk.

“Yes, unless it’s something bad. My loyalty lies with Charlie,” Hayes says seriously as he continues working on the endless forms, but his lip quirks.

“It’s not. I’m gonna ask her to marry me when we’re in California,” Jake smiles.

Hayes drops his pen. “Oh man, that’s great! Congratulations!” He grins, clapping Jake on the back.

“She hasn’t said yes yet, but thanks,” Jake laughs.

“She will.”

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The flight to San Diego is uneventful and the first thing you see by the baggage is the uniformed man with a mustache that you’ve heard so much about holding a bright pink sign that reads, ‘Welcome Home from Rehab Jake! Your Sex Addiction Doesn’t Define You!’

“For fucks sake, Bradshaw,” Jake mutters when he’s close enough to read it.

You laugh and meet Bradley in a hug. “I’m Bradley or Rooster. Nice to finally meet you, Charlie.”

“Nice to meet you too, thanks for helping him get to me,” you reply. “I love the sign.”

“Yeah. Real funny. Did you manage to think of that one yourself?” Jake says, cracking into a smile before he hugs him too.

“Nah, good ol’ Google helped me with it,” he grins.

Bradley drives the two of you to Jake’s apartment, helps get your bags inside, and opens the windows to air out the stale space while Jake changes.

“He looks so much better than when I dropped him off at the airport. Not just the injuries, he looked haunted almost. I would’ve flown with him had I known the idiot was going to take an Uber to your house,” Bradley says with a sigh.

“He sure does, I’ve never seen him look the way he did when he showed up on my doorstep. It’s not your fault, thanks for getting him as far as you did,” you smile.

“So tell me about Emma. Jake won’t give me anything, I think he’s just trying to be a protective big brother, but-“

“He’s not. He’s protecting you,” you laugh. “Emma is an amazing woman, but she’ll eat you alive. She’s a large animal vet. She’s wild, fun, incredibly smart, and a fiercely loyal friend but has no interest in relationships,” you smile sadly, remembering how gutted Emma was after her breakup with her high-school sweetheart. Something more had happened but she never would talk about it.

“Hmmm,” Bradley hums as if he’s undeterred.

“I’m good to go, you’ll be okay here for a bit? I’ll ride with Bradshaw but my truck’s in the garage if you want to go anywhere,” Jake says entering the living room.

“No problem, I can start packing for you…” you trail off as your mouth goes dry when you see him in his service khakis.

He smirks when he watches you look him over, eyes lingering where his biceps strain against his sleeves.

“I’ll uh, meet you outside. Not to be a cockblock but Cyclone’s expecting us in 20 minutes. See ya later, Charlie!” Bradley says as he shuts the door, noticing the heat in your gazes.

Jake grips the back of your neck and drags you to him in a rough kiss. “You looking at me like that does things to me, Charlie,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Like what?” You smile at his growl.

“This,” he groans as he brings your hand to palm his erection.

“Mmmm, I’ll take care of this later, I promise. You better go though, don’t want to leave on a bad note,” you say, pulling back from his lips and giving him a final stroke of your palm.

“Yeah, you’re right. Fuck,” he sighs, combing a hand through his hair before adjusting himself and heading to the door. “Love you.”

“Love you too!”

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It doesn’t take you long to get his belongings into boxes before you move to the bedroom to pack his clothes. You smile, even though he’s been gone for several weeks, it still smells of his cologne and a hint of leather.

After you have his clothes put away, you check the drawer of his nightstand. You laugh (and blush) at what you find; a half-empty bottle of lube, tissues, expired condoms, a stroker toy, and a picture of you. It’s from a few summers ago when you went with your mom and his family up north fishing. You’re standing with your back to him at the edge of the dock, in a cheeky bikini, laughing at something he said.

It’s a cute picture, but the crinkled corner and the fact that it was hidden with those other items tell you exactly what he was doing while looking at it.

You take a picture of it, along with the other things you found, and send him a text.

Charlie: Found this picture of me hidden in your nightstand with some other interesting items. Did you use a PG-13 picture of me to jerk off? You do know PornHub is free, right? 😂

Jake: …no comment.

Charlie: I want to watch you use the toy. Like right when you get home.

Jake: Jesus. Okay. How do you even know what that is? From your sex books?

Charlie: You do know PornHub is free, right? 😏

Jake: Thanks for that visual. I’m hard now.

Charlie: 😘

Jake: We should be wrapping up here shortly, see you soon.

Charlie: I’ll be here waiting on your bed, touching myself.

Jake: Fuck. Don’t you dare stop before I get there.

Charlie:🫡

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Jake bursts through the front door exactly 23 minutes later, and you’re nearing your second orgasm as he enters his bedroom, nearly tripping when he tries to get out of his pants.

“Don’t break your other leg,” you smile, sighing when you circle your clit faster, bringing yourself to the edge again quickly as you feel his eyes on you.

“Fuck!” You cry, arching your back as he leans forward, pushing your hands out of the way to lick your arousal, flicking his tongue over your clit. That’s all it takes for you to come apart with a drawn-out moan.

You have to stop him from going back for more. “I want to watch you now.”

His eyes close with a shudder. “Okay.”

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“You are so fucking hot, Jake,” you breathe as you watch.

His eyes fall shut with a grunt at your words. His back is against the headboard, his hand fisting his cock. You’re kneeling between his legs, running your fingers over his thick, muscular thighs.

You lean forward like you’re going to kiss him but duck your head right before his lips touch yours to flick your tongue over his nipple. You smile at his frustrated sigh.

You tease his nipples, alternating between them with your fingers and mouth; pinching, biting, twisting, sucking. You commit to memory what elicits the best sounds before pulling back to hand him the lube and the toy.

“Do you want to see my collection when we get back? I haven’t needed any of my toys since we’ve gotten together but I think it’s only fair since I get to watch you.”

“Hell yeah I do,” he pants before he pushes into the lube-slicked toy with a groan

“Feel good?” You ask, biting your lip.

“Not even close as good as you, but yeah.”

Excess lube slides down his shaft, giving you an idea as you collect some on your finger.

“Can I try something?”

“Anything your kinky heart desires, sweetheart,” he replies.

You encourage him to scoot down further and bend his knees. Your left hand cups his sack as your right brushes the sensitive skin below and he jolts when your lubed finger finds his hole.

“This okay?” You ask when you lightly circle the tight ring of muscle.

“Mhmm, just surprised me,” he chuckles, but it turns into a moan when you lightly press.

You continue for a few minutes, circling and pressing, circling and pressing. “Still okay?” You ask as you push your finger in, letting him get used to the feeling.

“Yeah, still-holy shit!” He gasps, gripping the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm. “Wait-just…give me a second and do it again.”

“Found your prostate,” you smile, kissing his knee and rolling his balls in your left hand again until he relaxes.

His back arches when you press brush over it a second time, “Fuck! Please, again?” He rasps, tears are beginning to leak from his eyes.

His head drops back against the headboard as he jerks himself faster, the toy making lewd squelching sounds when you press gently once more. You whimper as you watch him cum with a broken sob.

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Star-Crossed

Chapter 4: Bihotza

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader

word count: 3.5k

“I still don’t understand why you had to call me here specifically. You know my doctors are more than capable of a few stitches, Crocodile,” you said, glaring at the man you were currently sewing up. If there was any one person that irritated you upon seeing him, it was this man. Mostly because his visits always came with a purpose, and not just a medical one.

The man shrugged. “But you’re the one I trust the most.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “If it was one of my men, it’d be different, but since I’m the one needing the work done, I need only the best doctor.” He looked at you with an unamused expression that he wore often.

You just looked at him with a blank expression, shaking your head. You weren’t in the mood for this. “You always want something. What is it?”

“Is just wanting you to stitch me up not enough?”

“Crocodile, so help me, I will undo all this stitching and let you just bleed out all over my hospital floor.” You stopped moving your hands, glaring at him and he chuckled. “My, my. All temper today. Did I interrupt something important?”

“You did, actually. I was trying to treat my interns and new nurses to a nice lunch but now I can’t fucking join them because someone thinks they’re so important.”

The man under your needle scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“If you’re here to try and recruit me to your family again, you should already know by now my answer is no. I’m neutral through and through. If I’m not going to join my own father, what makes you think I’ll join you?”

“Well, your father is losing his power and I’m gaining up on the two most powerful families.”

“Oh, is that what you think?” You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. You laughed, rolling your eyes. Compared to your family and Rosinante’s, the both of your families had been around the longest, so your connections run the deepest around. Most people don’t know the true extent of your power and influence. Crocodile is a relatively new family as he’s the first of his family to rise through the ranks and make a name for himself - an organization, for himself.

Crocodile narrowed his eyes at you. “What is that supposed to mean?”

You sighed, finishing up the stitching and beginning the clean up process. “My family has been around for generations as has the Donquixote family, I don’t think you realize just how much power and influence they have. My father has never been one to flex his power or abuse his connections. He’s a man that works quietly in the shadows. Quite the opposite of Doflamingo who is rather ostentatious with his movements.”

You shook your head, washing your hands as you finished up everything. “We’re old money and old power. You’re new money and new power. It’s a different kind of influence, but don’t think for one moment you’re anywhere near what they are in power. They can squash you like a bug.”

Crocodile just looked at you, shaking his head. “I still don’t understand how you couldn’t want all that power and influence. Think about what it could do for your hospital.”

“My hospital is doing just fine as you can see. Now, next time, I would appreciate it if you didn’t disturb me for a minor injury that my doctors are more than capable of handling. I have no problems making sure that your family starts and ends with you.” You mustered up the deadliest glare that you could. There was nothing you hated more than people wasting your time with petty bullshit.

“You think my family would crumble just because I’m dead? I have pl-”

“I plan on staying this way until I die. Which, honestly? Shouldn’t be that much longer. Not with this lifestyle and the position I’m in. So I’m going to do what I do and make the most of it.” You shrugged, looking at him as you finished putting everything away.

“Yes. Your connections are too new, too fragile. You’ve been doing this, what? A couple of decades now? Don’t get me wrong, you’ve done an impressive job thus far, but if you think things will carry on if you die without having a proper successor.” You snorted, shaking your head. “You have another thing coming.”

“How long do you plan on staying neutral? Everyone wants you on their side, surely one offer will be tempting enough to sway your decision one day.”

“Now, I’m leaving. Don’t bother me with this shit again.” With that, you left.

“He said what?” Marco laughed, shaking his head. “This is, what, the third time?”

You nodded, currently digging into your cold food that you didn’t get to enjoy earlier because of the ‘emergency’. “It’s so fucking stupid. I wish they’d leave me alone and let me do my thing.” Crocodile has been trying to get you to ‘join his side’ for a while now and every time you said no. You didn’t care about wealth or fame or power, you just wanted to help people. You were doing just fine on your own.

Besides, if you had wanted all that, you wouldn’t have left your own family in the first place. Their power was immeasurable to most, their wealth was astronomical. Technically, a lot of it was still yours. Your father would still give you whatever you wanted, but you didn’t take it. You wanted to make your own name for yourself and stay neutral through and through. You’d feel like you were cheating otherwise.

“You’re too powerful in your own right and they want that - of course they are going to try to recruit you.”

“Which is so wild to me. Like, if I’m joining anyone, it would be with my dad. Not someone else?” The both of you laughed, after all, this isn’t the first time someone has tried to get you to join ‘their side’. It never ended well for anyone.

“Some people still try to bring pops back into the scene too. The man is old and he got out of that a long time ago, let the man be,” Marco said, making you snort.

“You never truly leave,” you mused in a silly voice, shaking your head with a small sigh. “Speaking of pops, he texted me this morning.” When you had left your family, you had moved in with Marco and his father, Edward Newgate. The man had pretty much taken you in as his own and you even considered him your father as well. You just had two dads now. You still talked to your own, yes, but it was much harder. He was constantly busy and also wanted to respect your wishes of being out of the lifestyle that he was so heavily involved in.

Marco tensed as you mentioned pops texting you. “Oh? W-What did he say?”

“Just asking how things were going. You know, the typical weekly check in text.” The man before you visibly relaxed. “Oh, makes sense.”

You looked over at him, narrowing your eyes at him. “Also asked me how my love life was going.”

Marco’s eyes widened as he looked at you. “Oh?” He offered a sheepish grin. “Seems like he just wants you to-”

“What did you tell him, Marco?”

“I don’t know what-”

Your chopstick flew past his head and impaled itself on the wall next to him. He yelped, flinching. His eyes were wide as he looked from the piece of wood sticking out of the wall over to you. You offered him a smile as you tapped your other chopstick on the table idly. “Try again?”

He put up his hands with a sigh. “Fine. Fine. I told him not to say anything, but he was asking about you do naturally I told him. You know I can’t lie to pops.”

“But you didn’t have to tell him about everything! You could’ve just said…I don’t know…anything else! Lie by omission!”

You shook your head. “Not even that it’s really a lie because nothing is happening!” you hissed at him, pointing your chopstick at him.

“You and I both know that’s bullshit! You can’t possibly think-”

“Doctor y/n. We have an issue in the lobby. Come as quickly as possible.” The intercom interrupted the two of you and you looked at Marco. “What the hell do they need me for?” You were grumbling as you stood up.

You looked at your best friend, glaring at him. “This conversation is over. And don’t tell your father anything else! I don’t need pops on my ass about my dating life again. He had just finally stopped asking if I was seeing anyone.” He just grinned at you, waving as you left.

As you approached the lobby, you heard a voice scolding someone. Was that Law? Who was he yelling at? Was this the issue? Did he take it too far with a patient?

“Your clumsy ass is going to get me in trouble!” Oh, shit. You quickened your pace.

“Oh come on, Law! I didn’t mean to! And it’s not like I’m going to press charges or anything. We all know it’s my own clumsiness, not-”

“What’s going on here?” You rounded the corner, pausing as you saw the scene before you. One of your large potted plants - your favorite one - was now knocked to the ground, the vase shattered - dirt and plants all over the place. One of the tables were also broken. Your eyes trailed the path of destruction to a familiar face currently sitting in one of the chairs looking an absolute mess was, of course, Rosinante. He had a large cut on his face and a bloody nose. It looked like there was a cut on his arm too. You couldn’t tell what was blood and what was just the red pattern on his shirt.

What was he even still doing here?

The pair of men before you looked at you with wide, terrified eyes. You could only be amused in his moment, but you kept your poker face. “Well?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

The two of them began to stutter and you sighed, shaking your head. You walked over, stepping over the isle of destruction, taking Rosinante’s chin in your hand and lifting his face so you could get a closer look at the damage. You watched as his face turned red once more just like last time. You looked at his arm, taking his hand in yours as you lifted it to examine it as well.

You looked at Law, noticing a devious glint in his eye as he looked at his father. Whatever that was, you didn’t have time for it right now. “Alright. Law, make sure no one gets hurt, I’ll have your father clean this later. And you,” you pointed at Rosinante. You realized that he never formally introduced himself, so you had to act like you still didn’t know him. “Come with me.”

Both of them nodded quickly, the taller of the two jumping up to follow you. Only to, naturally, get caught on something and start falling once again before you caught him before he could crash into anything else. You looked at him. “You seem even clumsier in enclosed spaces,” you commented before taking him by the arm and dragging him down the hallway with you.

You brought him into your office, Marco having already disappeared off somewhere. Your food was missing so you could only assume that he cleaned it up for you. Hopefully he didn’t eat it. You knew he wouldn’t throw it away, both of you weren’t ones to waste anything. But the bastard has stolen your food a time or two.

“Sit.” You started rummaging in your desk drawers for a moment as Rosinante did as you asked. He seemed incredibly tense. You supposed that your fake anger act was working out.

“There we are.” You pulled out a first aid kit, setting it on the desk and pulling out a few items.

“Well, I guess it makes sense why you had a small first aid kit when I ran into you that one time,” he said with an awkward chuckle, trying to ease the silence.

You looked at him for a moment before chuckling yourself, letting the mood lighten. You walked back over to him. “So, I’m assuming nothing happened except your own clumsiness?” you said as you started to clean up the blood on his cheek.

He sighed, nodding. You paused, glaring at him slightly. “Don’t move your head.” He stiffened. “Uh, okay.”

“I-I won’t press charges or anything since it’s my own fault I-”

“Oh, I know. Trust me, even if you did, they wouldn’t go through. One look at the video tapes and they’d know.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “It wouldn’t be anything except a waste of time to the courts.”

“The receptionist was freaking out which is why she called you. She thought I was going to do that.” He pouted a little, but did his best not to move too much.

“Well, we’ve been sued for smaller reasons. They never win, but a lot of my time is wasted. Nothing irritates me more than when people waste my time.” You made a face as you thought of your impromptu meeting with Crocodile earlier. His stupid ‘emergency.’

Rosinante’s eyes suddenly widened. “Oh, I must be wasting yours then! I’m so sorry! You’re always patching me up and saving my ass. You must hate-”

You watched him with an incredulous expression. “Who said you were wasting my time?” He stopped, looking at you with surprise. “Well, you said-”

“I know what I said. Helping someone who injures themselves because they’re just accident prone is different than when someone is deliberately trying to waste my time or try and get something from me.” You let out a small sigh, shaking your head.

You started to bandage up his cheek and he just stared at you with a look that you couldn’t quite place. You opened your mouth to ask what he was staring at you for when he finally spoke. “You’re so kind.”

You paused, blinking several times as you tried to process what he said. “Huh?” You looked at him as you finished up his bandage. “What are you on about?”

“Just an observation.”

A look of confusion crossed your features as you tried to process what he said and why. “I-I’m just doing my job,” you mumbled as you started to clean up the cut he had on his arm.

“But you genuinely care - not a lot of people do.”

“You kind of have to in my-”

“I’ve met plenty that don’t.”

You just looked at him and he was looking at you with a soft expression that was making your heart race. A memory resurfaced. The one where he told you that they had went to countless doctors that didn’t seem to care about figuring out what was wrong with Law at all way back when. You supposed that he’d probably seen his fair share of shitty doctors.

“You sure you didn’t hit your head? You’re spewing nonsense.” You turned to focus on your task at hand. “This is going to need stitches.”

You went back to your desk, rummaging around before pulling out a small suture kit. You rounded back to him, pulling over a chair and straddling the back of it. “Set your arm as straight as you can on the arm of your chair,” you said. He nodded, following your instruction.

As you were preparing the hook, he spoke up again. “You remind me of them.” You raised a brow, but not looking at him as you were focused on what you were doing. “Of who?”

“The one that saved my son.” His voice was soft again and you paused, tensing for a moment. Hold on, he just said you reminded him of them. Not that you were them. Take it easy. “Oh?” You continued what you were doing.

“How long have you been here, y/n?” You glanced at him for a moment before shrugging. “A long time.” You moved to start the process of stitching him up.

“How long is th-” He let out a loud hiss as you punctured him.

“Focus on not moving.” He just let out a long breath, nodding. He let his head fall back and gripped the chair as you did your thing. You just didn’t want him asking any more questions. You could only lie so much before it started taking a toll on you. Lying about something like this was different than lying for another reason. You hated lying in general.

Luckily for him, you were phenomenal at your job. You had the whole process done in record time, so he didn’t even have to stress for too long. You cleaned up everything, noticing the pale look on his face. He was panting slightly from tensing and being in so much pain. You could’ve given him numbing cream, but that’s what he gets for breaking your favorite potted plant. And you knew he could take it. You walked over, washing your hands after cleaning everything up and removing your gloves.

You grabbed a water bottle from your minifridge, handing it to him. “Drink this. You need to stay hydrated.” He took it, thanking you and drinking it.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, sitting in the chair behind your desk.

The man shrugged. “I mean, as good as you can when you’ve just been patched up.” He pouted slightly and you laughed.

“Well, if someone paid attention to where they were going, they might be able to not fall as often.”

The man opened his mouth to retort but resulted in just puffing out his cheeks and pouting more. He folded his arms and slouched in his chair. Honestly, the whole look was comical considering his large stature.

“Now that you’re all patched up, however.” You looked at him, leaning forward and clasping your hands together. “I think someone needs to clean up the mess they made.” You grinned at him.

His eyes widened and he stood up suddenly. Way too fast for someone who just lost a good amount of blood. You watched as his eyes rolled back and he started falling. You reacted quickly, basically vaulting over your desk as you caught him in your arms. “Dammit, Rosinante,” you grumbled.

He came back quickly, having only fainted for a moment. “W-what?” He looked at you, his face immediately turning red as he noticed you were still holding him like you were dipping him during the waltz. “I-I’m sorry!” He scrambled to stand only to smack foreheads with you. “Fucking-” You helped him stand before, pressing your hand to your head. Fuck, that hurt.

“I’m sorry!” He seemed frantic and you held up your hand, shaking your head. “It’s when you spaz out like this that accidents happen. You need to learn to take your time.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you started to feel a headache coming on. This man was absolutely a handful. Though, at this point, you were starting to accept that you were going to see him a lot more often. If Law was going to be doing his residency at your hospital, running into Rosinante was inevitable - and whatever games Fate was playing, you knew you would run into him more and more often as time went on.

“You fainted because you stood up too quickly. First of all, you shouldn’t move so rashly when you’ve lost a lot of blood. Two, you, of all people, shouldn’t be moving so rashly to begin with because that’s how things get destroyed. Three, I was teasing you. Yes, I’m still going to make you clean up your mess, but you don’t have to rush there and do it. It’s okay to take your time.” You smiled at him, gesturing for him to sit down.

“Now, I’m going to grab you something to eat, okay? That’ll do well with the blood loss.” You stood up and he just stared at you. It was a look between amazement and bewilderment.

“I’m not asking you again, Rosinante. Sit.” His eyes widened and he did what you said, immediately sitting down as you headed for the door. “Stay and don’t move. I don’t need you breaking anything else or passing out in the middle of a hallway okay?” He just nodded, not speaking for whatever reason, but his face was almost as red as the heart printed on his shirt.

“Good. I’ll be back.” With that, you headed out.

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rise-my-angel · 2 years

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Matching Insecurity

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Female Reader

Length: 7.8k words

Warnings: angst, angst with a happy ending, fluff, mild smut, implied smut, teasing, masterbation

Notes: Takes place after the movie but isnt integral to the plot of this story

Was it really worth it? Having the wool pulled out from over your eyes worth the coziness of the job? You were surprised honestly to get the call that you had been hired, even thought it was just a low level position it was still in the cities most secure building with the largest of names attached to it. You had applied to a nondescript secretary job, only to show up for your first day to find out it was part secretary work, and part personal assistant work to one specific boss.

The illusion though? Was gone totally the more weeks that passed. The media and online view of the Heroics was one of grandiose importance, larger than life people with attitudes superior to the citizens they protect, only to realize that most times, it was basically just a fancy office. At least where you worked. Your boss, the biggest name of them all mostly worked out of a cozy office and if you didn’t know any better, you’d never have guessed he was famous.

Finding out you would work almost exclusively for Marcus Moreno on your first day almost sent you into a panic attack just out of shock.

You later were informed that extensive checks on you were done to ensure you were a good fit and that’s why little description was given, so they could learn about you without your personal bias. But you were quiet, polite, and way too hard of a worker for what you were being paid, and so they placed you with the head of the Heroics.

Marcus was, so strangely normal. So far you never saw him in anything that wasn’t casually business, and the weapons on his office wall looked more like expensive decoration than an integral part of his power. Always busy with mountains of work, phone calls that had him sharing exasperated looks whenever you walked in on one of them, and late nights where he pestered you to go home already. Saying you didn’t need to stay and work longer, on the days he did.

He mostly stayed late the days his daughter Missy came in after school for junior training. She was always amusing. She’d plop her arms dramatically onto your desk in exhaustion only to lift up with her palm up against her cheek and ask you things. What did you like to eat, do you live alone, what did you like to do outside of work as she compared them to what she and her dad’s answers would be.

“You’re lucky you can bake, my dad and I always try but we always end up just wishing we had someone else there to help us.” There was a twinkly in her eye that said more than what she was letting on, but you chalked it up to her being surrounded constantly by Heroics or ones in training that talking to another normal person probably was a nice break for her.

Marcus finally came out of his office, leather jacket in his hand as he and Missy shared a hug. “Everything go well this time?” His voice was so comfortingly deep you caught yourself thinking.

Missy nodded, “Sort of, at least I got her to agree to give me her water when she gets too upset finally.” Marcus chuckled and smoothed out the top of her hair in a soothing manner. “I’m just glad its leftovers night, I’m way too tired to do anything.”

Marcus leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head, “You say that as if it’ll get you out of doing the dishes.” He shared a playful grin at her mock glare. She turned to you and waved her arm out to point at him.

“You see what I have to put up with?” Marcus flicked her hair, causing her to nudge his hand away from her in jest as she pretended she wasn’t going to laugh.

You raised your eyebrows and leaned on your arms resting on top of the desk and squinted slightly, whispering as if in secret. “Bring him a coffee with a little more sugar then he normally takes, the extra sweetness calms him right down.”

While you and Missy shared a little laugh, Marcus’s eyes flickered to look at you a little closer. He hadn’t realized you did that, but the pieces started to get put together. On his bad days, or just frustrated moments you tended to bring him something sweeter then normal, or innocently suggest you take up a task that normally would add an extra hour onto his workload. Little things he never once actually asked of you. All it did, was add more fuel to the ever growing emotions he was having more and more trouble keeping at bay.

He couldn’t help but watch you whispering with his daughter, and have his mind flash back to the comments she always ended up making on the drive home, how much she weirdly pushed him on certain things. He had to pull himself out of it as Missy called for him. “Are we ready to go?”

He shook the thoughts away one more. You were just good at your job, and generous just out of who you were as a person. It had nothing to do with him, and he already knew he’d have to distract Missy in the car from trying to bring it up again. He’d ultimately think about it again later tonight, but in a far more inappropriate way that he was starting to feel more and more guilty about the better it felt when you were at the forefront of his mind

Marcus nodded, grabbing her bag to carry himself, and leaned in to you pointing at the jacket hanging on the hook in the corner. “That goes for you too, it’s Friday you shouldn’t be wasting your evening when you’ve been here all day.”

Giving in, you nodded and stood up, stretching your arms up a bit to shake out the stiffness not noticing any eyes on you. “I’m not a big Friday night’s plan with other people kind of girl-” you hesitated just slightly when Marcus’s eyes narrowed at you. To you, you saw what looked like disappointment in a lack of social life, not realizing it was anything drawn from his heart. “Fine, I’ll do..something. I promise, sir.”

Marcus stood unmoving for a moment you didn’t quite get. You wondered if the look he was giving you was just analyzing what a boring assistant he was realizing you were. Getting your stuff ready to leave, you hadn’t noticed Marcus and Missy quietly talking still at your desk until you turned around with your bag. Raising your eyebrows, Marcus waves his hand for you to follow.

Oh. They waited for you to join them as they left? You spent the elevator ride trying not to listen to their conversation, but the deep bass of his voice seemed to echo in the tiny space. Marcus again made the same wave when you tried to stand back so they could leave first, instead forcing you out in step with them.

Your brain focused on the click of your shoes against the lobby floor as you all stepped outside. The chilly air felt both stinging and refreshing on your face. The later seasons always blew in a crisp kind of air that felt somehow fresher than the heavy summertime, your less then thick coat however disagreed with your assessment of the temperature. The conversation next to you catching your attention enough to stay before you decided to try and slip away quietly.

“He kept talking about something something self promotion? I mean I’ve never even been on those sites, where would I even start?” Missy was standing, arms flinging out in exasperation as Marcus leaned down to actually zip her coat up with a flat expression to Missy’s bemused one. Always complaining about getting cold too easily but too lazy to do anything about it, it clearly was a common occurrence but drove Marcus’s protective instinct nuts.

Staying bent down to her level, he sighed, looking at the floor before giving her an earnest look. “I don’t like it. Call me old fashioned dad I know,” Marcus placed a comforting hand on her upper arm. “but that kind of attention at your age is too much for you to handle alone. You’ll have too many eyes always ready to judge you.”

Missy scrunched her face as she thought it over, before her body sagged in a shrug, “I don’t even know how he posts that often, how much could Miracle Guy of all people have that much to say?”

Your breathy laugh caught their attention, Marcus standing back up straight as he looked at you while Missy turned. “You want to know his secret?” Missy furrowed her brows with a tilt of her head in curiosity. “He just gets people like me to post for him, he knows he’s not that creative.”

While Missy laughed at how typical that was for him, Marcus’s look was far more uncertain. That scrutinizing look once more, “He hired you to post for him?”

His train of thought wasn’t anywhere near yours. You shrugged, half not looking at him. “No he just kind of dumped his passwords on me and just requested to make him look good. It’s fun, he’s not exactly hard to figure out.”

You really didn’t see the issue with it, it hadn’t crossed your mind. Technically he was also your superior just giving you another task. Realizing you should have brought gloves, you shove your hands into your pockets and take a few steps downwards, away from the direction of the auto shuttle leading to the secure parking lot. Marcus called your name just before you got away. “You aren’t going this way?”

You felt a little sheepish as he nodded his head in a backwards motion. Your hands clenched and unclenched in a sudden insecurity. “Uh, no..just thought I’d stretch my legs today.”

Marcus almost took a step towards you but seemed to restrain himself. “It’s late though, we can take you home no problem.”

In your chest you felt another pang of insecurity, but brushed it off casually with a smile and shake of your head. “No please, don’t go out of your way it’s fine.” Your legs were asking you to just leave but Marcus’s almost concerned expression pinned you where you were almost by force. If you were thinking clearer, you might have remembered the metal buckles on your shoes that suddenly felt heavier than normal.

“It’s late and it’s freezing, really neither of us mind the detour.”

This time Missy was the one who interjected. “Do you normally walk home?” Oh god her expression matched her fathers perfectly. The last thing you needed was the Moreno duo trying to break your defences down and going out of their way to help you.

You stammered a bit, caught off guard as to why they seemed to care. “Just sometimes..most of the time..” By most of the time you meant every day, but you didn’t feel as if that's the answer they wanted to hear. Marcus’s face grew more tense with every word and you weren’t sure you wanted to hear what he was thinking. “I should go, I uh, I’ll see you...have a good weekend.”

You didn’t turn back as you walked away. Taking the long path to the smaller security gate on the complete opposite side of the lawn than your path home was. If you looked just to the side you could see the shuttle to the parking lot pass, and you instantly bent your head down to stare at the sidewalk below you.

It was embarrassing. That Marcus Moreno, leader of the Heroics with his nice tech filled car and his surprisingly humble sized but still gorgeous house finding out his assistant doesn’t even have a car. At least not driving you home meant you spared yourself the further humiliation of him seeing the run down apartment building you lived in. The outside usually with a few loud, drunk or high smokers making a racket, and the chipped paint and lack of any effort look of the buildings outside.

You didn’t hate it, not even the muffled yelling usually heard through the narrow halls. Tinged in an ugly yellow and orange from the light bulbs partially exposed from their lamp encasement. The building wasn’t nice and you didn’t feel inclined to get to know anyone else living here, but stepping into your own apartment at least relaxed you. It felt lived in and cozy, took a lot of effort to get it like that but the rent was as cheap as you could find and afford so moving wasn’t on your list.

Turns out you lied. To be fair, you did pace around mindlessly to come up with anything fun to do. Even scrolling through yelp to see if anything struck your fancy, but going to a restaurant alone felt embarrassing. You didn’t really drink so a bar wasn’t much of an option either. Being new in this city and putting so much into proving your worth as an assistant really left you terrible at making friends.

It wasn’t until your walk to work on Monday morning that you tried to come up with a convincing fake story so your boss didn’t think you were a complete piece of cardboard. It also struck you why you even cared. He wasn’t just your boss, he was a national hero essentially, helping to run the biggest organization of powered people in the world, what in the world would entice him about you? Deep down you knew why, but admitting what that feeling deep in your heart was would be more difficult than you wanted to deal with.

All morning you had prepared this creative story of a fun, impressive outing with your friends, but by the time you reached your floor, it all became pointless. Instead, you just quietly got settled at your desk without even popping your head into his office to say good morning like usual. Only talking to Marcus when he came to you with work things and just gave short polite answers to anything else. May as well stop daydreaming.

It wasn’t until you finally went through your personal mail stack when you found a contract along with a paycheck. Marcus’s eyes were bright and endearing behind those glasses that framed his face so nicely when you knocked.

Walking in somewhat timidly you put the contract facing him on the desk. “I just saw this now, but uh, I’m not sure exactly what it’s for.” Your hands clasped together in front of you as you tried to discreetly twist your fingers around in anxiety.

Marcus only took one glance at it, before he let out a breathe of a laugh and a smile. “It’s an amendment to your existing contract.” You only furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “I- we added a clause that if you are to have an active role in controlling Miracle Guy’s social media than you should be getting paid extra for it.”

He held the paper up in the air and tapped at the check paper clipped to it with his fingers. “This is the back payment for what you’ve already done.” He tried to look you in the eye as you approached to take it back, but you were actively avoiding it. So he murmured your name to force you to look at him, “You deserve to get paid for your work, okay? You’re great and you should be rewarded for it.”

His gaze was penetrating. Something deep swirling behind it that once again felt as if he was putting a puzzle together. Grasping it gently you avoided your hand getting close to his, your sudden realization and subsequent insecurity of being seen as nothing more than an employee was influencing you to be as distant as possible. “Thank you.”

Marcus tugged it back ever so slightly as he looked at you again, only to let it go just as quick. You only got to the door before he called your name once again. “Your weekend. Did you have a good time?”

No use in lying he was just being polite. So you shrugged one shoulder as your hand gripped the open door, “Not much going on in my circles.” You couldn’t look at him right now, you felt too much like you were six again. A quiet little girl with a crush on your teacher only this time if you get caught, you won’t get a quiet kind conversation about adults and children aren’t compatible that way, you’re just going to find yourself out of a job.

You hadn’t sat down for more than 30 seconds before Marcus barrels out his office, flickering his hand to pull the door closed as he was preoccupied putting his jacket on. He leaned onto the front of your desk and it struck you how he had a soft look about him. “I’ll be out for a while, so uhm, please take a long lunch for yourself, no need to worry yourself until I get back, okay?”

You nodded gently, “Will do, sir.”

Marcus’s eyes narrowed at the formality, but he tapped at your desk before pushing off and heading directly for the elevator, only catching a glimpse of him suddenly pulling his phone out urgently before the doors shut.

You were terrible at this, by the time Marcus got back you were so engrossed in a report that your food sat in it’s container, untouched and not even warmed up yet. He approached much more calm than he left, so you didn’t catch his soft footsteps until his large frame shadowed your desk. “You’re back, is everything okay?”

Marcus looked at you before looking at the container. Letting out a loud sigh and his head tilted to the side in an unreadable irritation. He opened and shut his mouth a few times before relenting. He simply reached over and shut off your monitor.

You spun in your chair and raised your arms in question, but he only gestured to your food. He didn’t even have to say it, you just let out a deep breathe and grabbed it. Walking past his warm frame, he laid a gently hand on your waist before pulling away as soon as you turned. “Please just sit down and enjoy yourself, stop trying to do everything in one day.”

Maybe if this wasn’t the day you were plagued with sudden insecurity, you wouldn’t have completely misread his tone. You lowered your gaze and nodded before walking away. Worried thoughts swimming through your head that maybe you were doing too much, and that you weren’t performing up to standards because of it and this was his polite frustration in your work quality.

Marcus on the other hand has never seen you so downtrodden. Your normally quiet disposition now bordered on shy or uncomfortable. Biting the inside of his cheek, he once again reminded himself of the plan. It might be too abrasive if he did it, he just had to reel in this growing impatience and let Missy play the part she seemed suspiciously eager to do.

Truth be told, he was out of his depth on this one. He had been on his own for quite a few years now and in that time he had very little interest in anything or anyone besides raising his daughter. When he was told he’d they had hired someone to be his personal assistant and secretary he didn’t expect anything.

It wasn’t until you walked into the meeting room and Marcus felt that tightening in his stomach that felt foreign at that point. You were so easy to be smitten with, you were quiet, always happy to help or support anyone, you were so incredibly pretty with eyes he would fall into every time you spoke to him.

He was conflicted though, for more than one reason. First he was your boss and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel taken advantage of, but also his own guilt. Realizing he was starting to emotionally move on from that stage of grief, that he was finally having those feelings again felt strange. Especially when he thought of Missy.

The one thing that dating again always scared him was the idea that Missy would think he’s trying to replace her mother, or forget about her. She was much younger when they both lost her, and Missy has mostly grown up solely with Marcus. Would introducing someone else interrupt that harmony? The weirdest part really was how much she pushed as soon as she got out of him one day to admit he liked you.

Thankfully, she had more tact than him in being direct. Coming in after school, Missy came right up to your floor and loudly dropped her bag right beside your desk. Head shooting up, you had a real smile finally at the sight of her arms crossed on the wood with her head fitted neatly into the middle of them. “Is there something I can do for you, miss?”

You were returned a mischievous grin, pushing up a bit on her palms and tilting her head with wide eyes in a very Marcus manner. “So I’ve heard that restaurant you like is doing pretty well..”

Raising your eyebrows you put your elbows on the desk, hands tucked under your chin as your eyes narrowed playfully. “Oh? And which one would that be exactly?” You could see the temporary panic as the gears in her head turned. For a brief moment she looked behind you for a second, to quick to turn your own head before she found her answer.

“That ugly one shoved between the old bookstore and some empty building that somehow always smells like fresh bread.” The cheeky grin was enough to almost make you laugh. You circled in your chair as she came around to the side to see you better.

“And what per say Missy, are you suggesting I do about it?”

Her answer was immediate and confident. “You come to dinner with us.” That wasn’t what you expected honestly. As you were taken back, Marcus appeared by you two as he and Missy greeted each other before he turned to you with a soft look.

“We’d love to have you join us.” Seeing your hesitant look he clarified. “Only if you’re comfortable, but we just thought it’d be nice to take you out, outside of work.”

Missy leaned into her fathers side in a nudge, “He might feel that way, but I’m certainly not taking no for an answer.” Marcus scolded her quietly with a rush of her name as she stood with no shame. His head leaned down to her suddenly look up at you, and those wide eyes suckered your dumb self back in.

You inhaled a noticeable breathe, “Only if you guys are sure, you know for me to join-”

Marcus interrupted before a continued train of thought could doubt you more. “I- we’re absolutely sure.”

Missy didn’t skip a beat. “Great, we can all go together when my lesson wraps up?”

Oh absolutely not, you needed time to shake off this gloom over your head that followed you all day. You shook your head with a tight lipped smile. “I uhm, I have a few things at home I have to do first, I can just meet you there it’s not far.” Marcus was about to object but you insisted. “Really, I know when she about wraps up, I’ll just meet you two.”

Curious doubt was plastered on both Moreno’s faces, but Missy did have to leave and Marcus didn’t want to linger in case you started to feel pressured to go. You left early, but not before a gentle reminder from Marcus of the time, and once again asking if you were sure he couldn’t pick you up.

Denied again. The reminder of the run down cheapness of your apartment still lingered your feelings of inadequacy.

It had taken about five shirts tossed carelessly onto your bed before landing on the one you hated the least out of the bunch. It almost felt stupid to try and do yourself up, what point would spending extra time making your hair look pretty, or fussing with what makeup didn’t make you just look like you were trying too hard. A change of clothes you suppose was all that was worth it.

The walk was cold, the evenings dropping to almost freezing temperatures as soon as it gets dark. Your cheeks stung from the cold and no doubt your eyes looked a little red from walking in the winds path. You were the first to get there, not really a surprise, you had a tendency to get anywhere early. It was though, a thought of if you should wait inside or out. Worrying if you waited inside you’d look impatient or uncaring, you leaned partially against the prick wall, hands shoved into your pockets firmly as your body fidgeted on its own accord trying to keep from getting too cold.

You heard them before you saw them, a laughing back and forth as they turned a corner. Missy tucked purposely into Marcus’s side no doubt shielding her from the wind. As soon as you were spotted, a concerned look splashed over his features and he rushed in front of you. “Jesus, it’s freezing you didn’t need to wait out here for us like this.”

You tried laughing it off but his concern remained. “I’m okay, I barley noticed it.”

In a move you didn’t expect, Marcus almost without thinking reached to gently cup your cheek, his thumb running over the obviously cold skin. “Your body says otherwise.” Oh boy, did he even realize what this combination felt like? Those words coming out of his deep voice mixed with a gentle touch? You felt almost overwhelmed, his large hand was so comfortingly warm on your face, his finger tips rough from so many years leading his team in the field. Your mouth opened slightly with a tiny intake of a gasp, too engrossed in a touch you had never really gotten to give him an answer.

When you didn’t immediately respond, Marcus pulled his hand away, but did only drop it to your side and slid to your lower back to start moving you to go inside where it’s warm. As you talked briefly to the hostess, you missed Missy and Marcus sharing a look that spoke a language all on it’s own.

Dinner, was surprisingly normal. There wasn’t any stiff formality or undertones of being at work or with your boss. No it just felt like having dinner with two people you’ve known for a while. There was a strategy at play here, Missy talked and prompted things to smooth out any awkwardness, but always handed the reigns over to her dad and let the two of you get engrossed in whatever you were talking about.

It was really nice, the anxiety and insecurity fading more and more with every laugh or smile you shared with him, and for a while you got to forget the things that plagued you all day. You both made fun of how big the portions were, than laughed together in success when Missy finally gave in and admitted she needed a take out box for the rest of it after stuffing herself past full.

Taking off unceremoniously to the washroom, the quiet between you and Marcus matched with the coziness of the booth and dim lighting above felt much more intimate than anything you shared with him at work. He rubbed his hands together for a moment, taking a peek around to see if anyone was watching before turning back to you with a gentle murmur of your name.

“Listen I, Missy shouldn’t have been the one to ask you here. I wanted to ask you myself, but..I’m just, not used to this anymore.” Your face went from a gentle confusion quickly to a look of pain. Seeing him in such a domestic setting, you realized it was so easy to forget that a giant part of their hearts were missing.

“Really, it was very sweet of you-both of you. I’m still new so I don’t have many in the friend department, but you’re my boss I didn’t think I should be bothering you with that. You were just asking to be polite, you didn’t have to do any of this.” Your voice was quiet, a bit timid but with an underlining confidence that you knew telling him the truth was the best.

Marcus put an arm flat across the table almost about to gently grasp your wrist, “Wait that’s not-”

In a small rushed out sentence you threw your hands out almost defensively, “No it’s fine really, I get it. If I burn myself out, I’m not doing you much good am I?”

Marcus was quiet. His brown eyes looking deep into yours as he stewed in his thoughts. Your hands had fallen back down, fingers fidgeting against each other much like you did when you were nervous in his office. His gaze finally made a slow path down from your eyes. Not a linger that felt creepy, his eyes barley even focused on anything but staring down at your nervous hands.

“Marcus, sir, I- I apologize I didn’t mean make things uncomfortable.”

Marcus’s breath hitched noticeably at being called sir, but for reasons you wouldn’t discover tonight at least. He watched your hands as he slowly murmured to you in a soft, delicate tone. “You always do that.” His hands slid forward a tad on the table, “You finally open up, and I get to see you just as you are until you remind yourself of your job, and you clam right back up like the first day we met.”

Finally his slow moving hands reached their destination. His fingers hovering so lightly over yours you could almost feel his touch yet not at all. “I didn’t want to ask you out for anything other than wanting to spend time with you.”

When you didn’t pull away he finally inched the final stretch and let his fingers trace over the skin of your wrist and hand. He was so warm it almost felt like he left a burn of his touch whenever his hand moved to another spot. His sudden raise of his head caught your attention. “I’m sorry about today. I just started overthinking things, and I guess I was...”

Your eyes trailed away with your voice, you hadn’t noticed your pinky reaching out and like the weight of a feather, traced over Marcus’s own hand. All you could feel was the harshness in your throat at opening up. “I was doubting myself, maybe I was reading into things but we just-”

“Get along perfectly.” Your eyes met again, yours bordering on a bit of the sting that was typically followed by a feeling of choked up. Marcus’s was more warm this time. Unable to hide your gasp when he finally grasped your hand, just at your fingers as his thumb ran over them. “I haven’t felt anything for someone like this since her mom, I was worried today when you were so distant that I was overstepping. It’s easy to forget you work for me when I just look forward to seeing you everyday.”

You whispered his name, and it was almost obvious your heart was racing more. “I know it’s complicated, and you don’t talk to anyone else there the way you did me, and I didn’t know if I just fooled myself into seeing something that wasn’t there.”

“I like you.” His hand gripped yours tighter, unwilling to let go of your softness in that moment as he laid his heart out for you. “You can tell me no or to piss off if you want, but I do like you. A lot. The last thing I want is to scare you off, but if you ever decide your comfortable with it, I want to take you out. Properly like you deserve.”

Your heart filled up, it was such an odd feeling. This strange new life, and job and a whirlwind of emotions towards Marcus that realizing that this small intimate bubble you two worked in wasn’t just a childish fantasy you made up. You almost jumped when moving to cross your thumb with his only to be interrupted by someone knocking into your table as they passed by without so much as a sorry.

Your jump knocked yourself out of his hands, but Marcus stayed regardless. His head turning to watch Missy’s incredulous face at the people who had walked by only to realize what she may have walked in on. About to make an excuse to give you more time alone, Marcus beckoned her over with a fake annoyed tone. Yanking her into his side he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, mumbling something in Spanish that you couldn’t quite make out as she responded with a look you could only describe as proud of herself.

It made you laugh honestly. The tense overload of emotion simmered down back to a domesticity that seemed to very naturally fit all three of you. Finally relenting it was time to leave, Marcus had paid before you got the chance to even get your card out.

You turned and looked at him with a wide eyed amused look, and he was close enough to feel his breath on your face as he smiled back as he spoke. “You’re not paying even if you’re the one who asks me out next, okay? I was supposed to be treating you.”

A lightness in your chest filled you up, as you found the courage to smirk back. “If we’re playing by those rules, technically it was Missy who asked me out.” Your voice had lowered to a mocking whispered taunt and if his bemused eyebrow raise was anything to go on, you might be starting to accept he does at the very least enjoy you for you.

Missy on the other hand had her hands on her hips with a little pout, “I played matchmaker, if anything you should be paying me for my services.” Missing the incredulous look on Marcus’ face you knelt down to her eye level.

“Instead how about I pay you a free fresh baked dessert of your choice? I know you’re a sucker for soft cookies.” You and Missy both focused on each other, you definitely missed Marcus’s eyes flowing down to your ass before blinking whatever thoughts arose out of his expression and moving to stand beside both of you.

Her eyes narrowed as she contemplated the bargain. “Only if I get to eat some of the batter before you use it all.”

Marcus taking advantage of the offer as a hopeful plea of being able to spend more time with you. “La cocina de Morales is fully stocked and open all weekdays and weekends.” Your head looked up to him, before standing to your full height to better see his gentle eyes towards you. “You’re welcome over any day of the week.”

His tone less joking and sounding much more like an offer had warmth flowing from your heart out into your veins. You intended to answer jokingly, but what came out first was far from it. “You really don’t have to do that, I don’t want to intrude.”

Marcus took a small step forward, “Never.”

Both of you noticing more of a crowd starting to enter the lobby, you three quickly made your way back onto the cold streets. Without realizing it, you had begun to walk with them to the parking lot as if you were unwilling to let go of this little world you had finally felt with him.

It wasn’t until you were standing beside his car, as Missy opened the door to slide inside keeping the door open, asking Marcus if she could turn on the heat. Saying yes, he turned back to you as you looked up to him nervously before starting to fidget in place. “I guess uh, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Your face was wide eyed and hesitant, not at all matching the introspective gears turning inside Marcus’s head. “Let me at least drive you home.” His hand finding a home on your upper arm as he leaned closer, your name slipping from his mouth. “Please, it’s freezing out. I’d feel better knowing you can get home safe.”

“Marcus, I uhm...it’s not that I don’t- I mean I’m just not sure you-”

Cut off by his hand, somehow still warm despite the cold air, finding a place on your cheek. “You know I don’t look down on you for where you live right? It’s not at all what I would call a safe area but that doesn’t change how I see you.”

By your confused look, Marcus’s face turned sheepish. “Your address is in your file, I may have taken a look at the place a few weeks ago.” His hand slid from you cheek down to the side of your neck with only his thumb high enough to stroke the skin of your jaw under it. “I overheard you saying once that your neighbors made you uncomfortable but it was the only thing you could afford. I just wanted to know if you were okay or not.”

Missy at this point had poked her head out of the open door, “You could always come home with us and take advantage of the fireplace?”

Marcus turned his head saying her name in a warning. Grimacing she relented and got back into the car. You nodded when he looked back at you with an apology on his lips. “Okay, driving me home doesn’t sound too bad.”

A relieved smile graced his face, lighting up every handsome feature in an instant. “Good, great. Come on, Missy’s probably cranked the heat enough it’ll be a sauna at his point.” His hand fell to your waist as he turned you and opened the door for you.

Sure enough it was comically warm in the car. Marcus on the drive commenting how he didn’t understand how Missy could stand having the seat warmers on max for so long. It was a nice drive, but you knew you were being quiet. Not only did he know where you live, but that it wasn’t what you would call a decent area. You felt your stomach whirl at the prospect of being embarrassed once more by your differences, and wanting to feel giddy that he checked it out of worrying for your well being.

Luckily when you drove up, the outside was mostly empty spare a lone smoker desperately trying to get his lighter to cooperate. Missy turning partially to look at you with a smile, but this time less mischievous and much more small and shy. “I’m really happy you had fun with us tonight.”

Smiling at her you undid your seat belt and stroked the hair at the top of her head for just a second. “Me too. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

You weren’t sure of you meant just the days she comes up to her father’s office or if the invite to their house was genuine. Part of you still felt that insecurity of taking a place in their lives that you had no right too.

“Let me walk you over.” Marcus getting out as you walked side by side, arms brushing against the other. Your head down slightly shaking away the conflict rising inside, as Marcus eyed the rough state of the building with a harder scrutinizing look. He didn’t feel good leaving you in an unsafe area and a less than reliable apartment complex, but he knew his protective feelings towards you needed to be eased in slowly. He didn’t quite think it would scare you off completely, but he also didn’t want to come across as possessive about where you lived.

Getting to the front door, you turned to thank him for the evening only to discover he was much closer to you than before. “I had a good time Marcus, really.”

A more gentle smile graced his features, his palm one again filling your cheek with a thrilling warmth. “Listen, I know me being your boss could complicate somethings, but I need you to still know that I’m not trying to take advantage of you. This isn’t about what you do, it’s just...I’m not used to having feelings for someone again, but I don’t want to go back to pretending they don’t exist for you.”

Your own hand raised to cover part of his wrist and your hand. “If you want to stop, or take things slow I completely understand. The last thing I want is for you to feel like I’m trying to replace-”

He stepped in even closer, his lips so close to brushing against yours as he spoke. “You’re not. I promise you, sweetheart. You’re not.”

Watching his eyes flicker down to your lips, you held your breathe. The need in your heart feeling overwhelming yet unreal. Marcus though, didn’t quite have the same resistance.

At first his lips just barley brushed over yours, testing how okay you were with him, but as soon as he felt you start to lightly kiss him back it was as if a spark was lit inside of him. His grasp on your cheek held firmer as his other hand grasped at your waist pulling you in slightly.

His kiss was greedy but his mouth was unbearably soft and addictive. By instinct your hands gravitated to him. One hand sliding barley over his neck and collarbones while the other sat at his waist just keeping you upright against his growing need.

Marcus lost himself in your lips, his tongue gently teasing at you, giving your bottom lip a nip and taking advantage of the high pitched gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth. You let him dominate the kiss, the only brush you returned was as he explored your own.

It was only when his grip slipped to your hips, and stopped himself before he pulled them into his own. Taking your time to slow back down to a simmer, Marcus only pulled away after going back for one last small kiss.

Your eyes shut and chest heaving to catch the breathe he stole from you, Marcus tilted your head up to look him in the eye. “Be safe, please. I’ll pick you up in the morning, okay?”

Trying to resist you pulled away only to find yourself unable to overpower his strength. “Marcus, it’s okay, you don’t need to go out of your way just for me.”

Instead of any annoyance he smiled. Leaning in to brush his lips against yours as he spoke. “Quite the opposite. I just need a little extra time alone with you before I have to share your company again.”

Finally agreeing, he set the time he’d be there. You noting it was earlier then either of you needed to arrive there, you couldn’t help but feel a growing heat at his eyes looking over you. He left one last kiss on your lips.

He watched you at the door until you disappeared from sight up the stairs. No doubt he was about to hear it from Missy. Whatever inside of him kept flashing back to her mother, it seemed to be buried deeper down inside her. Marcus at first thought it was the feeling of betraying his wife when he no longer could deny how much he liked you.

But now he knew it was something a bit different. It was getting used to feeling alright in finding love again, getting used to the freedom to find happiness again after so many years of pushing it away. Missy might be more complicated, she was young when they lost her and she’s grown up mostly without a mother. That might be something to slowly be unpacked later. For now he felt happy, and so did she and for the Morales duo that was all that mattered right now.

It wasn’t until after you got out of the shower you saw a text from Marcus. He had never texted you before, only ever called. You bit your lip as you approached, a child like glee as you opened the message.

“Tell me if it’s too much, but I already started to miss you.”

It wasn’t too much. Something about him felt different, like he wouldn’t hurt you in ways others had before. So you kept him at ease, not wanting him to think you were apprehensive about it. The insecurity existed, but putting that on him wasn’t what you wanted.

“Missing me, or just missing my lips?”

He responded right away, as if at the ready for when you finally opened his first text. “Trust me I miss more than just your lips right now.”

There was a smile as you typed this out, it was a risk but you could still feel the weight of his tongue sliding over yours and it had kept your body in a state. “So you’re saying I shouldn’t tell you that I only read this right after getting out of the shower?”

Once again, right away. “Don’t start, baby. I’ll give you what you need, but only if you’re good enough to wait for it.” There certainly was more to this man then his kind look gave away.

You almost fell back onto the couch. How on earth were you supposed to just act like nothings changed tomorrow morning? “Do I get rewarded if behave like a good girl?”

Marcus’s resolve would shatter the next morning when he sees you. His original plan was to take you out for coffee, but after that message shot straight down to his cock, he wasn’t going to be able to resist the need to feel your lips and your bare skin against his. Luckily you had a boss that wouldn’t care if you were late.

“You tread carefully, sweetheart. You have no idea what kind of talk that’s going to get you into.”

“I’m looking forward to finding out, Marcus.”

“Me too. Now go get some sleep, I want you to feel refreshed when I finally get you all to myself tomorrow morning.”

If only you knew just how much both of you would take full advantage of being alone together.

Marcus Moreno was afterall, a constant surprise.

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vuulpecula · 2 months

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just a reminder that you're wonderful <3

✖ my love ! i adore you every second of every day, YOU, my friend, are the wonderful one !! xo.

#fairisfair #[ D my heart is so full for you <3 ]#[ it is insane to me that we've known each other for 5 years bc it feels like 20 ]#[ ily an i hope life is being gentle with you <3 <3 ]#x | keepsakes.#x | you’re never too important to be nice to people ( POSITIVITY. )

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valhallaas · 1 year

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Lonely Boy Far From Home

pairing: Bob Floyd x Memphis!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni) some fluff (if you squint), oral (female receiving), p in v, creampie (wrap it up pals)

summary: you danced around the idea for weeks, but now it’s down to one night.

a/n: here it is! the anticipated bob floyd fic! This is for you, @glen-powells Godspeed because i don’t want it anymore lmao i hope ya’ll enjoy it and let me know what you think! (I know the gif is Rhett and not Bob, but the cowboy hat is important. Go kick rocks)

What was I supposed to do Standin’ there lookin’ at you

The soft smile never leaves your lips as you glide around the reception. Every problem you and Adam, the best man, take in stride. Today wasn’t about you. Looking over from the bar your eyes latch onto the newlyweds. It’s almost sickly sweet how in love they are, but it is beautiful too. Fingering the sage green of your dress, you sit on a stool, waiting to catch the attention of the bartender.

The Rikki Tikki Special. You’re not sure what’s in it, but it gets you tipsy faster than anything from some fancy bar. You’re positive that it has more to do with Rikki being the drink maker—she mixes with her heart. It’s a warm Saturday night. The slight summer breeze swishing the skirt of your dress, keeping it from sticking to you. Everything is going as planned. You are thankful for the break, these heels are killing you. The music changes and you hear a sharp gasp from the head table. Rikki is up out of her seat, pulling her husband, Ben, with her, while her other hand is clutching her drink. She’s always been handsy when she’s drinking. Always wants to cuddle or hold your hand. You didn’t know how Benny dealt with it. Her hips sway wildly, making you giggle, her drink nearly spilling over the rim. If there’s one way to Rikki’s heart, it’s the Spice Girls.

Shaking your head, you turn back to the bar and take a sip from your drink. It’s a special night. It’s the first time you've been back to Tennessee in years. The Navy lets you travel. Even when you are on leave you still never stop moving. California, Hawaii, Montana. Your lips tilt up thinking of your stop there. Why you never pieced together that’s where Lieutenant Robert Floyd was from, you’ll never know. It was a nice surprise to see him, and made you more sure of your lingering feelings after top gun. Even after the death mission you’d all been called back for. Your fingers trail over your lips, barely a taste was all you got when you said goodbye. But you’re home now and you hadn’t realized how much you’ve missed it. You’d stopped by the family farm. Tummy full of your mama’s best meal, and cheeks tender from your papa’s calloused fingers pinching them. The party goes on without you as you sit unnoticed. One drink turns to two, and two drinks turns to three. You are definitely feeling it. Warm and loose. You really want out of this dress, but that involves walking back to the hotel, and you aren’t ready for that yet. Sitting at the bar isn’t so bad. Not for a people watcher like you. It’s easy to spot your aviator friends among the civilians. Something about the way they carry themselves. Makes you wonder if you carry yourself differently too, or if you blend into the crowd.

Just when you have found someone doing the moonwalk across the dance floor, your drink spills onto your bare legs, as someone knocks into your back.

“Jesus, sorry.”

You turn quickly, eyes catching the familiar blue staring back at you. His gaze widening as he takes you in. You bite your lip watching as a deep blush ran up his neck and invaded his cheeks. It's the sweetest thing you have ever seen. But that’s Bob, he’s sweet. He looks good in his tux—an all black three piece suit. It’s the black cowboy hat that sits on top of his head that really gets you going. It’s like he knows; you watch him take it off, running a hand through his hair before settling the hat back on again. He didn’t have his glasses on either, that threw you for a loop, but you weren’t complaining. Out of all the places to find him standing in front of you, Nashville, Tennessee was not on the list.

“Memphis?” by the complete shock on his face, it’s like you were sitting there naked.

“Hey Bobby,” you smile, reaching down with a bunch of napkins to dry off the fruit punch and vodka now trailing down your bare thighs. He watches as you blotch up the drink before setting them on the bar.

“How do you—how are you—”

“I’m best friends with the bride.” you gesture to the bridesmaid dress you were wearing.

He nods. “Uh, cousin of the groom.”

That makes your smile widen. Of course he’s related to Ben. It only made sense. Sweet, gentle, but you could see it. You could see the mean streak hidden underneath a mile away. While Rikki got to play with Ben’s, you wanted your chance with Bob. It was not something you would be dismissing twice. Your head tilts as you watch him. He’s moved in closer to you—you don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him. No, that wasn’t true. You had clung to him, tried to press him inside your body so he would never do that to you again. You never wanted to feel the way you did when he and Phoenix went down. The knot that had formed in your chest, Mickey had to help you breathe when it happened, half carrying you to the infirmary just to make sure they were okay.

Shaking your head, your gaze lifts from his mouth to his eyes. They’re intense. Desire and lust swirl in the pretty hues. You try to bite back your smile, looking around you. There has to be a way to escape. Rikki would understand, right? Would the newlyweds even notice if you were gone? Sliding off the stool, your hand reaches out for Bob’s arm, making sure your feet are firmly planted on the ground. You wait for the world to stop spinning, a bright smile taking up your face when you look up at him.

“All good,” you say to his questioning gaze.

“Are you?”

“Mhm. Need to pee, though.” He nods and points to the bathroom, but the crowd of people around the bar blocks your view. “I don’t see it.”

“C’mon, follow me.” He grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd. When you get to the single-room bathroom with a ladies sign hanging above it, you thank him before pushing open the door. It’s a tiny room with a toilet and a dirty mirror. You look back at him before closing the door. He’s leaning against the wall, one foot crossed over the other. Waiting, as if you’d lose your way back to the bar.

You don’t have to use the restroom. But you needed a breather. Walking over to the sink you gather some water before dabbing at your exposed chest and the back of your neck. It was more than just the summer Tennessee heat making you feel this way. You haven’t felt like this since the last time you were in Bob’s presence. It made you a little unnerved. It’s soothing, washing your hands, getting the sticky aftermath of beer off your hands. You watch the bubbles go down the drain and when you glance up you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. You laugh at the slightly glossy sheen in your eyes. Goddamn Rikki and her stupid drink.

You huff, turning to grab a few paper towels from the dispenser, but the lever doesn’t give anything when you tug. Staring at it blankly, you grumble a few curses before smacking it. If you were wearing jeans you could’ve simply dried them that way, but as you glare down at your dress it just isn’t a possibility.

The call of your name causes you to look at the door. It sounds like he’s trying not to laugh. You frown, as if he can see you standing there glaring at the paper towel dispenser. “You okay in there?”

“No,” you reply flatly.

You give one final glare to the dispenser before unlocking the bathroom door. Bob gives you an amused look before offering you his hand. When his skin touches yours, there’s an audible gasp and you can’t be sure of who it came from. You squeeze your fingers in his grasp, biting into your cheek when he squeezed back. His eyes are already trained on you when your gaze lifts.

Your gaze drifts to his lips for a beat too long before looking back up at his eyes. You’re very aware of how close his body is to yours, the humor dancing in his eyes slowly melting into something darker as he steps into you.

“You’re drunk, Memph,” his voice is low, nearly a whisper. It sets you on fire as his gaze freely devours your body, taking you in from head to toe.

“Not that drunk,” you defend yourself. “Tipsy, perhaps.”

“You’re only looking at me like that because you’ve been drinking.”

Your heart sinks. Did he honestly believe that? He didn’t know how you felt? All your life you’d always been told that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Your heart had been dragged through the mud more times than you could count. You were on the verge of locking it up tight where no one could ever reach it again when you met Bob. Sweet Bobby, who just..knew. He looked at you and saw someone worth looking at. A heart worth holding on to. How the hell did he not know that in the years you’ve known him that you’ve fallen head over heels in love with him?

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” you stumble over your words, but you know he hears you, his lips lifting at your tone.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to touch you.” He steps toward you. What are you supposed to say to that? Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, catching his attention, and you watch how his eyes dilate. “Do you want me to touch you, Memphis?”

You can’t really hear anything over the roar of blood rushing in your ears, and you stop breathing completely when your back hits the wall. Do you want him to touch you? You look up and meet his eyes. They’re trained on you, waiting. He’s not going to make another move until you give him an answer. It’s obvious, at least in your eyes. You’ve never wanted anything more. When your gaze falls to his hands, your mind is made up. His hands are balled up tightly into fists as if he’s refraining from touching you. All you can think about is how they’d feel on you, touching you, all of you.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He takes a step towards you, close enough that his minty breath hits your cheeks as he lowers his head. Your lips are less than an itch apart, his nose bumps yours as he takes you in. His eyes are hooded, almost in a daze, he places both hands on either side of the wall moving his lips toward your ear.

“You’re drunk right now,” he says slowly, deliberately. The feel of his hot breath sends shivers down your spine. “I will not touch you, sweet girl, unless you really want me to.”

Bob pulls back to search my face, looking for hesitance. He won’t find any. There isn’t any. Just desire, and the need for him. You want to pull back to look into his eyes, but you can’t. You can’t tear your gaze away from his lips which are parted, moist and waiting.

“Memph,” he groans. Begging you to confirm that you want this. You aren’t too drunk to make solid decisions. Not when it comes to this—there is no such thing as crossing any lines.

You don’t bother using any words. Pushing up on your toes you crash your lips into his, and you grin when he instantly responds. His arms wrap tightly around you, swiping his tongue across your lips. You open for him only to have him pull away with a groan. He steps back long enough to lock the door before returning to you. This time his hands grab at your thighs, hoisting you up the wall as his champagne tinged tongue rolls against yours.

You moan at the contact, the skirt of your dress now rucked up to your hips. Leaving nothing but thin lace as a barrier against the pants of his suit. When he rolls his hips you can’t stop the breathy whine that escapes, his hands tightening on your thighs at the sound. Bob breaks the kiss and slides his lips across your cheek to the sensitive skin behind your ear near the edge of your jaw. Your vision goes white for a second when he bites down and sucks.

Holy fucking shit.

“Bobby.” Your body is on fire and you can say with complete certainty that it is not the alcohol. You feel his grin as he sucks and licks his way down to your chest. When he reaches the silky green material, his eyes shoot yours.

It only takes a couple of seconds to slip the thin straps down your shoulders. It’s almost comical how his eyes widen at the sight of your chest. Goosebumps travel across your exposed skin as his mouth explores you.

He delves down, taking a nipple between his teeth while he explores the other, tugging it gently as he rolls it between his fingers. The heat pooling between your thighs ignites as a desperate moan slips from your lips. You tug at his suit jacket, and he pulls away just enough to slip the material off, dropping it behind him. Grabbing his face, you bring his lips back to your own, desperate to taste him again. You part your lips for his tongue, basking in the groan that vibrates in the back of his throat as your hands make their way under his buttoned shirt, nails digging into his back. Bringing your hands around to slide across the hard indents of each muscle on his stomach until you stop at the top of his jeans.

He steps away from the wall, letting you slide down until your feet are back on the ground again. Dropping to his knees, Bob hikes the skirt of your dress up further and loops his thumbs around your underwear. his blown out eyes dart up to meet yours, it’s clear he’s waiting for confirmation. The sight of him— flushed, looking up at you with the kind of hungry gaze that you have fantasized about since meeting him—it shoots a bolt of lightning to your core, making your legs shake in anticipation. The pulsing between your thighs is fueled when he licks his lips, causing you to release a shaky breath as you nod.

He pulls at your panties, helping you out of them before he tucks the fabric into his pant pockets. Gripping your hips, his hold tightens as he slowly takes you in. When his hand trails down your thigh to your knee, he lifts your leg and positions it over his shoulder, pulling you closer. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the cold tiled wall, trying to just enjoy every moment as it comes. You’ve wanted this. God, you want him. There’s a curious part of you, the part that's panting at the sight of Robert Floyd on his knees in front of you, that’s telling you to just sit back and enjoy this.

His hat is knocked off his head so you can thread your fingers through his hair as he bites down on your inner thigh, just inches away from where you want him most, sending shocks of pleasure up your spine as he sucks hard enough to leave a bruise. When he pulls back, he flicks his tongue across the tender skin, but based on the breathy moans slipping from your lips, he knows that you’re desperate for him.

A strangled moan sounds in the back of your throat, and his lips quirk in a small grin as if he knows that you’re practically begging, and when he lifts your thigh a little higher, exposing even more of you to him, his eyes darken.

He lowers his head again, but this time it doesn’t meet your thigh, and when his tongue drags across your center in a long, languid motion, a gasp is pulled from you as every nerve in your body nearly short circuits. He pulls away and licks his lips, already glossy from the contact, and when his gaze flicks back up to yours, you know you’re fucked. His cheek twitches before he dips his head back down, and your hips begin to move with his tongue. When your fingers grip his hair harder, begging for more pressure as the muscles in your legs tighten, the band in your stomach coiling, he chuckles, and the vibration almost makes your knees give out.

Tightening his hold on you, his tongue moves faster, rougher, and your head falls back against the wall as your legs start to shake. He slips two fingers into you, curling them up and hitting a spot that you weren’t sure had ever been reached before, and when he reconnects his lips to yours, your whole body tenses. Your breathing is fast and uneven, and each breath turns into a small moan as he focuses on your swollen clit, licking hard enough to make your entire body go numb as goosebumps break out, spreading like wildfire across your skin.

His tongue slows into a lazy rhythm, a teasing rhythm, and your mouth falls open in a soft gasp as your hips rock forward, pleading with him to keep going. His tongue slows even more, and you don't have to look down to know he's smirking between your thighs.

Your entire body is on fire, electrocuting, searing every nerve.

"Please." You gasp, moving your hips a little more, desperate for contact. You don’t belong to yourself. Not anymore, and if you weren't so desperate, you might have the sense to be embarrassed as you beg him. "Please, god, don't stop."

He pulls back a little more until you can feel his breath on the inside of your thigh.

"Say my name, Memph. I want to feel you come on my tongue while I'm on yours." Your breath catches in your throat at his demand. "Say my goddamn name."

He didn’t have to ask, practically beg. If you had it your way it’d always be his name. A breath of his name—a plea to touch you, to bring you back to that paradise on his tongue, to never stop.

"Please, Bobby."

He grabs your thighs tight, nearly lifting you from the bathroom floor as he pulls you closer, and the echoes of your breathy whimpers move around you as his tongue finds you again, rougher than before. The pressure in the pit of your stomach builds quickly, and suddenly you can't breathe as you bite down to keep the loud moan that's on the tip of your tongue from echoing past the bathroom door.

It happens all at once—every muscle in your body tenses until the pressure in your stomach snaps. A million tiny nerves of rolling pleasure, flooding every inch of your body, blinding you.

You can feel yourself pulse around his fingers as every part of you seems to throb in time with his expert tongue. Breathy whimpers slip through your lips, each one a desperate moan of his name, as every nerve in your body comes alive in a mind-numbing aftershock.

Holy fuck.

Your eyes stay closed as you heave in desperate breaths, savoring the peaceful warmth currently flooding through your muscles. Bob slowly pulls away, and you are very aware of the fact that he's fully supporting your weight since your legs gave out a few minutes ago. Looking down at him, still kneeling in front of you, your chest tightens at the sight. This wouldn’t be enough. There had to be more than this.

You want him.

"Fuck, Memphis," He groans, and the rough vibration sparks another flame that heats your entire body like a white-hot electrical shock straight down your spine. Sliding his two glossy fingers into his mouth, his hands move to lift your dress completely off you as you unbutton his pants and tug them down. The large bulge tenting his tight boxers quickens your pulse as you reach to pull them off, but before you can tug them down his hips, the knock that echoes through the bathroom makes you jump.

You look up at him with wide eyes, your slick all over his face. You grin before pulling him into a heated kiss. You catch the dazed look in his eyes when you break away from him.

“Your place or mine?”

Maybe it was you, maybe it was me But it sure felt right

You’re not sure how exactly you got back to your hotel. Bob had snagged keys off someone promising the safe return of their car tomorrow. Rikki had seen you exit the bathroom. The shit eating grin that painted her face told you she knew what you’d been up to. If you had to guess, she’s probably the one who banged on the door. Fucking cockblock.

All is well now, though. Your left hand is held tightly in Bob’s as you wait for the elevator. His other hand holds your heels for you and you want to leave red lipstick marks all over his face. Glancing down when he feels you staring, he gives you a bashful smile. Your eyebrow quirks. He can’t be coy, not when he just had his head buried in your pussy. You won’t tease him, not right now. So you simply rest your head on his shoulder.

“You looked real pretty tonight,” he says softly, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t look pretty now?” You counter.

“I—of course you do. More fucked out than anything, I think.”

“Could always be better.”

The elevator dings, the doors opening up to let you in. Bob moves you so your back is to the wall. A small smirk takes over your lips when you realize all four walls of the elevator are mirrors. You see everything from every angle. Like how the man beside you is staring down at your chest. A giggle bursts out, his eyes snapping to yours.

His mouth on yours shuts you up real quick. Just like in the bathroom your back hits the wall behind you. You gasp for air when he pulls away, your body lurching against his when he slams his hand down against the stop button, the elevator freezing in place. His eyes are dark when he meets yours. You want to smile. You had pulled at something with your comment, and his mean streak is coming out to play.

“Can’t wait, sweet girl, can’t fucking wait.” His voice is thick with want.

You’re shoved backwards, shoulders slamming against the wall causing you to hiss. Fingers trail up your thighs before digging into the muscle, fingers splayed across your skin before he lifts you up off your feet. Instantly, your legs are wrapping around his waist, the skirt of your dress bunched up at your hips. Deft fingers hastily undoing his pants. No clumsiness, you aren’t unsure, there is no hesitance. It’s in that moment that you look up over his shoulder, glazed over eyes meeting him in the mirror. He looks like the goddamn devil. He wants to tear you apart from the inside out.

The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor pulls you back in. Glancing down, your teeth dig into your lip at the sight of him. He’s hot, a pulsing red as he sits heavy between you. He lifts your face so he can meet your eye. You give a single nod before he’s pushing into you. You glance down again, heat hitting your cheeks when you remember he’s been carrying your underwear around in his pocket. Made for easy access. There is nothing small about Bob. He’s big, and thick, and he has your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, you breathe in nice and slow, using his shoulders to lift yourself up before resting back down, swallowing him as you do.

“Oh my god,” You moan as his hips roll into yours, you have given him all the permission he needs. He told you he couldn’t wait, so he’s taking it, demanding it–needing it the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Bobby,” you whine, forehead nestling in against his neck and shoulder.

Bob nods. This was a long time coming. He knows. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. He groans when your teeth dig into his shoulder right where it meets his neck. His thrusts are slow and deep, building a fire inside of you. Your head falls back against the wall, eyes opening to watch. You grin lazily when you see him watching you. You draw back, hips moving in a smooth tempo. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself move with him. It had never been like this with anyone else. Easy, full of complete desire and lust, not just a means to an end. You’re almost where he wants you. He meets your gaze and his eyes hold something akin to mischief. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts up a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“There you are, my sweet girl.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you take what he gives you. His hand slides up your front, warm fingers wrapping gingerly around your throat. Your breath catches as he muffles out a curse, his other hand lifts one of your legs higher on his hip so he can reach a deeper angle. His pace quickens, his thrusts are harsher. You’re loving every minute of it. Flexing your cunt, your lower muscles bear down as you grip him. He groans, the sound booming in the tight small space.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Bobby, I—”

“What do you need, Memph?”

“Bobby,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I can’t—I need you—.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “I’ve got you, ready?”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. There’s alcohol still in your system. While you’re not drunk, or even slightly tipsy, it’s there to remind you. You moan, he’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you up completely, cock dragging against your walls. You love every minute of it.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You lurch against him as a whimper escapes. You lean back against the wall, boneless. You’re lost in the feel of the pleasure, your gaze watching as he pounds into you. His grip is tight, and a little desperate. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“I love the way you feel when you’re coming on my cock.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. Steady pants and grunts are heavy in your ear. You’re surprised you haven’t fogged up the glass. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. You feel him shift his weight, delivering a sharper thrust that nearly has you sliding up the wall. He mumbles apology but his grasp on your waist is unforgivable. You’re bouncing on his cock now, meeting his every thrust. He’s deep, so deep you’re surprised you can’t taste him. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“Are you going to come for me again?” he asks, practically coos into your ear. “You look so pretty when you do, Memphis.”

You can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. You ask for it, you know you did with your little comment earlier. But you don’t regret it. You shift, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re swollen and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips, breathless—he’s sending you cloud nine and you aren’t ever coming back down. .

It’s like a volcano, jolting you, overflowing and hot. A scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Bob is right there. He holds you into place, lips kissing your cheeks. He fucks you through it, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. Shuddering he falls into you, keeping you pinned between him and the wall as he gasps for air.

“Holy shit,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You fall forward, hugging him tightly to you. You were drunk off of him. There isn’t anyway, ain’t no how he was getting rid of you now. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you. You give him a soft smile, a hand pushing his hair back.

“Bob, where are your glasses?”

He shrugs. “In my suitcase. I, uh, didn’t want to wear them.”

You raise a brow. “Why?”

“There was a pretty girl I was trying to impress tonight.”

Bob sets you on your feet as that comment settles over you. You don’t stay standing, though, you sink to your bottom, head tilting up to look at him. Holy fuck. Bumping into you at the bar. The look Rikki gave you. You giggle before smacking a hand over your mouth. It’s really not that funny. Fucking Bob got you. He owned you.

You look back up at him, with a shake of your head. “Welcome to Tennessee, Bobby.”

#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd smut #bob floyd one shot #bob floyd fanfic #top gun: maverick fanfic

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blainesebastian · 2 years

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blowin’ smoke (ccg universe)

words: 1,401 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (Bri requested) can I request some Austin smoking/vaping whatever it is he does in CCG universe 👀 notes: probably occurs between pt6 and 7 of ccg--not wildly important but just figure earlier in their relationship, while Austin is still on set for Elvis. you also could read this without any context of ccg, if you wanted warnings: shotgunning tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted

The stress, anxiety and toll of being in a film that has so much riding on it is something that you can only imagine. They mix with the positive emotions too—the excitement, thrills and passion but that doesn’t make it any less overwhelming. Your dream is to write, to actually put something down on paper that makes people feel and you hope to do that one day in which it can successfully transfer to screen. You’re not about to stop holding your breath, writers are a dime a dozen in this industry. But you definitely find yourself some nights, on your very tiny balcony of your apartment, drinking a tall glass of wine as you consider what your future might be (or sometimes worse, what it might never be).

Everyone has their own set of vices, so it doesn’t surprise you in the least that Austin smokes every so often.

He doesn’t do it a lot—he’s not a singer outright or anything, but he also knows how important it is that he maintains his voice for this role. He is in the recording studio and singing live and the drawl he’s worked so hard to perfect is nothing he wants to mess up. He had to hire a dialect coach in the first place and honestly, he might have to hire another one at the end of the film to ‘un-Elvis’ his voice.

Though, to be fair, you actually kind of like it…and wouldn’t mind in the least if it stuck around.

While the concept of Austin smoking doesn’t surprise you, it’s something you have to get used to when you see it. It just…Austin feels like someone who wouldn’t have a nasty habit, though you can’t outright say that drinking a half a bottle of wine isn’t either. Regardless, you’re not about to judge him or nag about it—the smoke makes you sneeze sometimes and you’re not a fan of it sticking to Austin’s clothes. He knows better than to try and kiss you afterwards too, even though that’s not something you can always hold up.

The man himself is addicting.

Stepping out of your car on a cooler night, you promised Austin that you’d meet him at a bar he’s hanging out at with a few castmates. It’s later than you wanted to be out, but, admittedly you were trying to wait until most of them had gone home already. Your relationship with Austin isn’t public and while he doesn’t seem to care if some people he works with knows about it? you’re a bit uneasy. Austin’s a private person, he’s not about to shell out his business, but…it can be happenstance that a few other people from set have wandered to the same bar Austin and his castmates are at. Happens all the time, the bar is pretty close to set.

While hanging around Austin sounds nice for a few beers, keeping your hands and mouth to yourself will prove to be the more difficult thing.

Pulling your sweater tighter around yourself, you should have worn an actual coat, a soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth as you stroll up to the bar and see Austin outside of it already. He’s leaning against the brick wall near the front door, black jeans and a black leather jacket that goes far too well with the inky darkness of his soft curls. His eyes feel so much of a sharper blue because of it. He’s got his hands cupped around his mouth, lighting a cigarette, the warm orange glow of the embers flickering a moment before they disappear.

He takes in a long drag and blows the smoke out, turning his head a little and spotting you. He gives you a soft wave with his hand, reaching for you once you’re close enough to wrap an arm around your waist. Glancing around, you figure the street is pretty empty—

“Paps aren’t out,” He assures and he seems pretty confident, “Sometimes my agent will ‘leak’ out spottings or my agenda.”

You raise your eyebrows, “And they don’t catch on that you’re not actually there?”

“Sometimes I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.” Austin smirks, licking his lips as he taps ash off the cigarette.

Humming lightly, you lean into his side, “So your agent is like Gossip Girl.”

A laugh tumbles out of his chest and he shrugs his one shoulder, squeezing your hip. “Not as glamourous.”

Pulling a little away from him, you look towards the entrance of the bar as it opens but no one you recognize comes out. These people don’t give you a second glance, which is actually kind of comforting. Running a hand through your hair, you debate whether you want to grab a beer and tug Austin back inside or just head home. There’s always the great idea of getting late night food and wandering back to his trailer.

The wind changes direction and you crinkle your nose as a small cloud of smoke lingers around you. Austin moves his arm and dissipates it with his hand, “Sorry, I know you it bothers you.”

“It’s alright,” You smile a little, “I’ll live.”

And the thing is, which is probably so messed up to think about? Is that with this whole black on black look, the booties, the leather jacket, the dark waves in Austin’s hair, the whole smoking thing is kinda working for him. It’s utterly distracting to watch his lips wrap along the canister, slender fingers with a few rings pulling it away to tap ash off.

Austin notices you watching but he misreads your thoughts, “Have you ever smoked before?”

“Yeah, I mean—handful of times in college,” You shrug, “Maybe once in high school.”

Austin smiles, adjusting his leaning on the brick wall, “Oh so you’re a rebel?” He teases, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why couldn’t you tell? Thought it was pretty obvious.” You throw back with a grin and he chuckles, stealing a quick kiss to your cheek.

There’s this thought lingering along the iris of his eyes, you can see it, contemplation as he turns the words over in his mind before he finally says it, “Have you ever done shotgunning?”

You narrow your gaze, “I am not about to do that with you.”

Austin chuckles and geez is he a bad influence. You roll your eyes, trying to pretend you’re not going to do this even though you think both of you realize you’re going to. It’s not even that big of a deal, him blowing smoke into your mouth. Doesn’t work as well with cigarettes as it does other things you can smoke but…the effects are still there, the sensation of drawing smoke, the feeling of his lips on yours. Heat begins to gather between your legs as you consider it and you blame the draw of Austin’s entire being, the want to have him that much closer.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you know he already has you, “You’re the worst.”

Austin hums, shrugging his one shoulder as he lifts the cig and takes a small hit. Leaning down, he cups your cheek and you open your mouth slightly as he moves to kiss you. There’s a smoldering ache that happens in your lower belly, seeping downward, and you breathe in as Austin blows.

Your eyes kinda water but you give yourself kudos for not automatically coughing, letting the smoke settle in your lungs before blowing it out. Your head spins, it’s definitely a small rush from the nicotine. Austin looks far too pleased with himself, running his thumb along your lower lip as he drops the cigarette and crushes it with the toe of his boot.

Before you can say anything, he leans down to kiss you again, properly this time. His lips move along yours and neither of you seem concerned at pulling away any time soon. Once you do, he brushes your noses together in a bunny kiss.

“Trailer?”

You run your hand along the lapel of his leather jacket, nodding, “Read my mind.”

Austin smiles, moving to slide his jacket off so he can wrap it around your shoulders. You lean into the warmth of it surrounding you, his arm settling along your shoulders as you begin walking. Taking a small breath in, you catch the scent of leather, Austin’s cologne, and a twinge of smoke.

Took a slightly different take with your request but I hope you still enjoyed it! thanks to anyone who reads, comments, likes or reblogs. Appreciate you!!

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler drabble #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things #ccg

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oddent · 11 months

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[6:45 PM] lee minho x gn!latin@!reader [idol au]

when the two of you find gaps between your schedules and manage to hang out, it’s not as peaceful as you’d normally like. you and minho are complete opposites, while he is indeed quiet and reserved, just like you, his energy is a lot more abundant than yours. both of you are pretty energetic people once you get comfortable with someone, but even then, minho has more energy than you.

so, today you just planned to be with his presence and go over the lyrics your producer handed over the day before. you haven’t gotten time to look at them, so now that you were sitting on the floor next to minho, with the table full of take out, you were truly in your own world.

you shouldn’t blame minho for his impulsiveness nor his energy. it’s been well over a month since the two of you had hung out and even so, you’re submerged in work.

he leans into you, peeking at the lyrics but not really reading them. he glances at you and he sees your pinched brows and slight pout. you asked for forty minutes to revise, he doesn’t think he could do that. he maxed out his video game time on his phone and he doesn’t necessarily have important work to revise or do.

he takes a deep breath before yelling out an, “AH.” which startles you and makes you groan.

“minho, not now,” you mumble softly, going back what you were doing.

he takes that differently. he begins to literally slump himself over your shoulder, you didn’t mind until his weight practically made you slump onto the floor. still, persistent in your reading, you lay down in a nice position and lift the papers to where you could see them.

minho crawls over you and practically rolls around, like a cat, while still on top of you. you grunt softy, doing your best to ignore him, but he’s very persistent. eventually, he stays still, plopped over you and you would have been happy with that if it weren’t for your almost full bladder.

it was a bit painful so you hissed, slapping his arm to get him off. “ai! quitate! quitate!” you grunt and he actually obeys.

“yah!” you yell, glaring at him once you sat up.

he’s grinning at you, not really caring how annoyed you are.

“encerio,” you grumble, getting up to use the bathroom.

he watches you with those pretty eyes, but you go do your business before returning. you kinda feel bad now, though, because you had promised no work involved. you simply forgot about the lyrics until heading over. you never breaked your promises before.

“sorry,” he says softly, messing with the papers you had been looking at.

you sit down next to him again, sighing. “i’m sorry too, i said no work involved and that’s the first thing i do.” you lean into him, causing him go look over at you. “forgive me?”

he nods, and he just looks so adorable you couldn’t help peck him on the lips.

#lee know #kpop drabbles #kpop timestamps #kpop x hispanic reader #skz x female reader #skz x reader #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids drabbles #stray kids oneshot #lee minho #minho x you #minho x y/n #lee minho x reader #lee minho x male reader #kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #skz x male reader #skz x latin reader

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nethercomfies · 2 years

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🌼 Someone you like 🌼

Alright, you guys convinced me, here we go with demisexual Albedo hehe 👀

Pairing: Albedo x gn! reader

Content: Demisexual Albedo, Fluff, a bit of angst (mainly related to the demisexuality) with comfort (and acceptance), love confessions, getting together; things get a little steamy towards the end (making out, grinding against each other while fully clothed, the focus being more on being close to each other rather than pleasure; Albedo being a bit inexperienced). I’ll put a divider before that, mainly for any fellow aces who just want to read a bit of comfort without steamy stuff.

Note: Sorry in advance for all the indented spaces, but with Tumblr's new formatting, this is currently the only way I can think of to have proper paragraph breaks ;; Edit: Nvm Tumblr removed them.

Word count: 2.5k

INFO: Demisexuality means that someone won’t feel sexually attracted to another person unless they’ve previously formed an emotional bond with that person. Just like asexuality in general, this is a spectrum, so some demisexuals may develop that sort of attraction very fast after a bond is formed, while for others it can take longer and only happens with very few people.

Important: This blog is meant to be a positive space, so I will just put a very general warning here that I won’t tolerate any kind of aphobia. If you have nothing nice to say, just leave, because I don’t want you here.

Anyway, this is for my fellow aspec people: You’re loved and valid, and there is nothing wrong with you. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

As far as Albedo is concerned, he just wasn’t created to form any romantic or sexual relationships, and that’s fine with him — They’re too much of a hassle to keep up with anyway, so his lack of these feelings just means that he has more time to dedicate to his research. He never thought about it much more beyond that. If anyone asks, he’ll always tell them that he’s fine by himself. He doesn’t need anyone else, so he won’t waste his time on relationships.

That stance changes after meeting you. Slowly but surely you carve out your own space in his life until it becomes impossible for Albedo to deny that there is something special about you. It just seems like everything fits together perfectly — You’re easy to talk to, give Albedo space when he needs it and listen to him, even when you don’t fully understand what he’s going on about. Somehow, that friendship between you two is so much easier than any other relationship Albedo has ever had, and so, he grows quite fond of you. Before he knows it, your friendship develops into something else, although he can’t quite put his finger on it for the longest time.

It’s clear for everyone else, long before he finally figures it out himself.

Kaeya and Lisa seem to enjoy nothing more than teasing him about his “crush”, Timaeus and Sucrose seem almost confused whenever they see Albedo without you, and even Klee seems to just see you as a part of their family by now.

All the evidence points towards one clear solution: He’s fallen in love with you.

For the first time in his life, Albedo finds himself understanding what the romance novels he reads from time to time are talking about — The way his heart beats faster when you smile at him, the way his thoughts keep wandering to you, the way he just wants to be in your presence. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, but he doesn’t mind it in the slightest.

Another thing he knows from his romance novels is that the next logical step is to tell you about his feelings and hope you’ll reciprocate. He’s pretty sure you would. Now that he pays more attention to the signs, it’s quite clear that you seem to be just as fond of him as he is of you, so it really shouldn’t be a problem — If it weren’t for one rather pressing obstacle: He still feels no sexual attraction to you.

He’s read about it countless times. The burning flames of passion that only grow stronger when one is near the person they’re interested in. The deep desire to feel the other in the most intimate ways. He often overhears some of the other knights talk about it, too. Some of them talk about how much they desire their partners, while others even feel that way about complete strangers.

It never made sense to Albedo, and it doesn’t make any more sense with his newfound romantic attraction to you, even though all the books make it seem like the two are closely related to each other.

Sure, he wants to be close to you… But all he desires is to just feel your hand in his or hold you in his arms. Maybe he’d like to share an innocent kiss with you every once in a while — But that’s as far as it goes for him.

It sits at the back of his mind, driving him insane. Maybe he misread the signs and he just likes you as a friend after all — But his heart never beats that fast when he’s around Timaeus or Sucrose, for example, and he certainly wouldn’t want to hold either of them close.

No, the way he feels about you is different, and he’s convinced what he feels really is love. So, what is he missing? And, more importantly… Would you even want to be with him if he can’t provide something that appears to be such a major part of relationships?

It doesn’t take long for you to realize that something has changed between you and Albedo. One day you were getting along great, and you finally felt like he might actually reciprocate your feelings… The next he seems to be avoiding you like the plague completely out of the blue.

You’ve already tried asking around, but came up with nothing — From what you’ve been told so far, Albedo is acting like his usual self around everyone else, he’s not busy with any important research, and if you upset him somehow, he hasn’t mentioned it to anyone.

Normally you’d just give him a bit of space and leave it be, but with how sudden that change was, you can’t help but feel worried. So, after a week with no changes, you finally decide to try and confront him about it, hoping that you’ll be able to somehow fix whatever is wrong.

Albedo is in the process of discussing something with Timaeus when he spots you from afar. You see his eyes widening for a moment before he mumbles a quick goodbye to his student and takes off — But you’re not going to let him get off so easily this time.

You run after him, and once you get within earshot, try to call out to him. “Albedo, wait! Can we please talk? Just for a moment?”

You see him let out a sigh, but he eventually stops in his tracks, turning around to you. You come to a halt next to him, giving him a concerned frown. “Is there something wrong? I’ve been worried about you.”

He tries to look surprised at your words, but by the look in his eyes, you can tell he knows exactly what you’re talking about. “No, not at all… Why were you worried? I’m doing quite alright.”

You cross your arms. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you’ve been avoiding me, you know?” A hint of regret flashes across his face, so you soften your tone a little, reaching out a hand to gently brush his arm. “If I did anything to upset you, I’m sorry. I can assure you, it wasn’t my intention. But… If you could just tell me what I did, maybe we can work this out somehow? I really wouldn’t want to lose you. Not after we’ve been getting along so well.”

Albedo quickly shakes his head. “No, no, you didn’t upset me… I’m sorry if I worried you. There were some things I had to sort out, but I now realize that avoiding you wasn’t the best solution.” He glances over at you, only to see your confused expression. With a sigh, Albedo reaches out to gently hold your hand, lightly squeezing it. “Y/n, I’ve recently been dealing with a lot of… Unfamiliar feelings. Mostly revolving around you. I should have just said something, but…” He trails off, averting his gaze.

Your eyes widen at his confession before a smile finds its way to your lips. Now you get why he was avoiding you — For someone who never experienced these feelings before, it must have been quite confusing. “I think I understand now. Albedo… I feel that way about you as well.” You gently squeeze his hand back, hoping that knowing you feel the same way will help him relax as well. A feeling of giddiness rushes over you. This isn’t exactly how you imagined your big confession to happen, but the outcome seems to be the same, so it doesn’t matter — You’re happy either way.

Albedo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem too thrilled. Quite the opposite, actually. Suddenly, the air feels heavy around the two of you. “I’m glad you feel that way, I really do, but…” He hesitates before taking a deep, slightly shaky breath, “I’m not sure we could really be together.”

You frown, stepping closer to lay a hand on his shoulder. “Why not? What’s wrong?” You ask, keeping your tone as gentle as possible. The last thing you want now is to scare him away.

Albedo seems reluctant, a slight blush on his face. “I do love you, but… I’m afraid I don’t feel any… Sexual attraction to you. Isn’t that important to human relationships? It seems to be important to everyone else…” His voice is barely more than a quiet mumble, but luckily you’re close enough to understand him.

You lay a hand on his cheek, softly smiling at him. “If that’s all you’re worried about, I can assure you, it’s alright.” Carefully you pull Albedo into your arms, holding him close as he melts into your embrace. “I love you, and as long as we’re together, that’s all I could ever ask for. Anything beyond that is just a bonus that I can do without,” you assure him.

You feel his arms close around you, holding you tight as Albedo’s face is buried against your chest. “Are you sure? I bet there are other people who could-”

You quickly shake your head, gently stroking his hair as you cut him off. “That doesn’t matter to me. I want to be with you, Albedo. Other people don’t interest me. So please, don’t even worry about that… Alright?”

The tension leaves Albedo’s body at your words, and you can feel him relax against you.

“Well, if that’s the case… I’ll gladly be with you.” When he looks up at you again, you finally see the soft smile on his face you were hoping for earlier as he leans in to leave a small kiss on your cheek.

Being with you is easy. It’s natural, like things were always meant to be this way. And it’s certainly not the huge hassle Albedo always expected it to be. He’s happy with the way things are between you two, and you are as well — You make sure to frequently remind him of that, never wanting him to feel like he’s not enough for you.

Albedo’s favorite thing is how with you, he can just be himself. He doesn’t need to always rely on himself, and he doesn’t need to lock his feelings away. (He couldn’t even if he tried — Somehow, you can always tell how he’s feeling.) And so, for possibly the first time in his life, Albedo allows himself to feel — Happiness, sadness, and everything in between.

You’re always there, ready to laugh with him, offer comfort when he’s sad and convince him to rest when he’s tired. To be known so thoroughly by another human being… It’s strange, but ultimately Albedo decides that he likes this bond between you.

It’s one night after Albedo returns from a longer stay up on Dragonspine when the attraction sets in. It hits him out of nowhere with such an intensity that it’s impossible to ignore.

You’re snuggled up to Albedo, your arms tightly wrapped around him and resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heartbeat. Over and over again you lift your head and shift to cup Albedo’s cheeks before leaning in to leave small kisses all over his face. Albedo lies there with a soft smile as he keeps his eyes closed, taking note of the little pattern you’re following… A kiss on the forehead, one on his temple, on his nose, his cheek, and then… His hand grazes your skin as your lips meet his, keeping you in place to steal a few more kisses from you. He allows them to hold a bit more urgency than usual, quickly letting them grow into more than just innocent kisses.

You softly smile against his lips, your body acting on its own as you carefully press yourself against him, resting a hand against Albedo’s chest, and- You cut yourself off before you get too carried away, heat rising to your cheeks.

It’s not often that the two of you make out, and usually, Albedo puts a stop to it when it gets too much — So you always want to make sure not to overwhelm him and that he gets a chance to say something if he doesn’t want to continue. You don’t mind it when he does, usually just opting to cuddle with him instead, and making sure he knows it’s okay.

But tonight, Albedo doesn’t stop you. He just gently runs a hand down your back, letting it rest on your hip. “Would you like to continue this?” He asks sheepishly, his thumb mindlessly tracing the sliver of exposed skin from where your shirt slightly rode up during the kissing.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know?” You remind him, gently cupping his cheek.

Albedo nods. “I know that. But right now… I’d just like to feel as close to you as I possibly can. I enjoy this, so if you want to go on, we can.”

So you shift to sit on his lap, your legs spread on either side of his hips, and as you lean in to kiss him once again, you can feel a slight hardness pressing against you. You give an experimental roll of your hips against his, hearing how Albedo lets out a shaky breath in response.

“Any time you want to stop, just tell me.” You whisper, peppering kisses across his face.

Albedo just nods, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he buries his face against your neck, leaving small kisses all over your skin. He responds to the rolling of your hips by pressing himself up against you as well, and soon enough you can feel the hardness growing against you. His arms slip down towards your waist and he slips them under your shirt, just letting his hands rest on your hips, feeling the warmth of your skin.

You hold him in your arms as well, pressing kisses wherever you can reach while letting out small whimpers against his skin, mixed in with Albedo’s quiet moans.

You keep grinding against each other like that until you eventually fall apart in each other’s arms whilst breathlessly declaring your love for each other.

Albedo holds you in his arms, tracing small patterns on your back as he catches his breath. Your head is resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat once again while one of your hands is still tangled in his hair, gently caressing it.

“I really enjoyed that,” Albedo admits after a while, gently kissing the top of your head.

You hum in agreement, softly smiling. “Yeah. I’m glad you liked it as well.”

Albedo nods, hugging you tightly. “You know, I think… If it’s always like this… If we can always be that close to each other… I feel like we can do this more often.”

You prop your chin on one of your arms, using the other to cup Albedo’s cheek. “As long as you’re comfortable, I’d like that a lot. Just remember, you don’t need to rush into anything. If we do this, I want to make sure it’s enjoyable for both of us.”

“I’m sure it will be,” Albedo says, pulling you into a tight embrace once again.

#albedo #albedo x reader #genshin albedo #genshin impact #albedo smut #nsft #genshin x reader #genshin smut #albedo x gender neutral reader #albedo x gn reader #gn!reader #june 2022

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