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When they realize they have feelings for you + Confessions {TXT}

Headcanons: When they realize they have feelings for you + Confession Drabbles

Requested By: @thunderous-wolf

A/N: I added on the confessions part myself, hope you enjoyed!

Pairings: Soobin x Gn!Reader; Yeonjun x Gn!Reader; Beomgyu x Gn!Reader; Taehyun x Gn!Reader; Heuning Kai x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Simp!txt. Tickling and a kiss in Yeonjuns. Brief kiss in Kai's Kai's is also a bit angsty.

Total Words: 3.4k

Soobin:

When he was watching you sing.

You had gone out to a karaoke bar, and as you were up singing one of your favorite songs, Soobin was watching closely.

Soobin seemed to suddenly become more enthralled with you than he had ever been before.

His eyes couldn't leave your face, and your voice was all he could hear.

He wasn't paying attention to anything in the room apart from you and the heavy beating of his heart.

He missed Beomgyu spilling his drink on himself, and the way Yeonjun grinned teasingly from ear to ear as he saw Soobin's gaze on you.

You turned back with a smile as you were singing, and you made eye contact with him. He felt butterflies rampage through him as his face grew warm.

Soobin began to pay more attention to how his body reacted when he was around you.

How he would grow nervous when it was just the two of you, or when he would get excited when you arrived, how he would naturally gravitate towards you to be closer.

It became obvious he had developed a crush, but he wasn't sure how long it had really been developing.

But now that he was aware of it, he became a little less confident around you and a bit more shy.

You noticed, how could you not? Not to mention Yeonjun couldn't help but tease Soobin about it, something you overheard when you left the room one day.

Of course you had feelings for Soobin, but you were waiting for him to be more confident in his own feelings.

When he finally was, you were more than ready.

"Y/n"

You turned at the sound of Soobin's voice as he came out of his room, wet tousled hair and towel in hand.

"You're leaving?"

You nodded, "Yeah the other's were heading to bed, I didn't realize it had gotten late."

Soobin glanced at the clock and nodded. Swallowing, he looked back over at you as you slipped on your shoes. He felt annoyed at himself for taking so long in the shower, when he could have had more time with you instead.

"I'll walk you out."

You smiled softly and nodded as Soobin slid on his own shoes and followed you out of the apartment. As you walked towards the elevator, your arms brushed and you felt butterflies fill your stomach.

As the elevator doors shut Soobin suddenly looked over at you, "Are you free tomorrow?"

You blinked in surprise at the sudden question, noticing the nervous swallow Soobin expressed as his eyes darted nervously around your face.

You nodded, "Yeah, why?"

"Uhm...I was wondering if you'd want to go get lunch with me?"

You smiled and Soobin let out a soft breath at the sight. "Sure!"

"Really?"

You nodded happily and he realized you might not understand exactly what he wanted this lunch to be.

He nervously fiddled with the bottom of his shirt "Are you...okay with it being a date?"

Your heart jolted as you bit the inside of your lip lightly, trying to repress a grin as the elevator doors slid open.

You nodded softly as you began to exit the elevator, "I'd be disappointed if it wasn't"

He stared at you in light surprise as he slowly grinned, making you giggle softly.

As he followed you out of the elevator, he scratched the back of his neck, "Did Yeonjun say something to you?"

You hummed, "Yes, but, he didn't have too."

Soobin felt his ears burning as he chuckled, cringing at his own behavior. "I've been pretty obvious recently haven't I?"

You nodded as you chuckled, "Yes, but I'm glad you were, it's cute. And, it made me feel less inclined to hide my feelings."

His breath caught before he grinned at you. Reaching, over he ruffled your hair making you pull away with a giggle as you smacked lightly at his hand.

You grinned at each other for a moment before he looked shyly down at the ground.

"Then it's a date, yeah?"

You nodded, adoring the shy and cute side of Soobin, "Yeah, it's a date."

Yeonjun:

When you were laughing at him.

He had been making a fool of himself to lighten the mood.

And as you began giggling, he felt his grin grow wider.

And as your giggles turned into bubbly laughter, he felt his heart sing and suddenly it was like he was experiencing sunlight for the first time

He had heard you laugh a thousand times, but suddenly, it sounded so new, so different, so perfect.

Suddenly he wanted to do whatever he needed to make you smile and laugh as much as he could.

And if someone else made you smile and laugh? His chest ached with jealousy.

He wanted to bottle up your laughter so he could hear it whenever he wanted, keeping it all to himself.

But he knew that was impossible.

So, he made it part of his daily routine to see or make you smile and laugh at least once.

And anytime you were sad, or sick and couldn't muster a smile or laugh he felt heartbroken.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Yeonjun had a small frown on his face as he leaned his head on the back of the couch, his gaze directed at you.

You watched him silently, waiting for an answer.

He let out a soft sigh, "I'm trying to think of what to do to make you laugh again."

His words brought out a soft smile, but it wasn't enough for Yeonjun. It still held a sadness he wanted to get rid of.

Suddenly moving closer to you, Yeonjun rested his head on the couch again, his face now only a foot away as he gently poked your cheek.

"Not good enough."

You looked at him for a moment before letting out a soft sigh, "I'm just too tired Yeonjun."

He pouted as he recalled the story you had told him. Work was hard, sleep was nonexistent, and your mind never silent.

"I know." He scooted even closer and you felt your heartbeat race a little faster.

He stared into your eyes for a moment before he suddenly began tickling your sides.

You let out a surprised yelp before you started trying to push him away. Before you realized it, giggles were escaping you as Yeonjun grinned proudly.

Smacking his shoulder before pushing him away, your chuckles died down, but your grin remained.

"Okay okay, you made me laugh now stop!"

Reaching forward, he held your face in his hands as his eyes flicked around your face, hesitating on your lips.

"There it is. I missed it." Gently he brushed your cheek with his thumb, "I want to see your smile and hear your laugh every day okay?"

Your heart was beating heavily in your chest as you forgot to breathe.

"Why do you care so much?" You asked in a soft voice.

Yeonjun smile softly as he stared silently at you for a moment. Slowly, he leaned forward, watching you closely to make sure you wouldn't pull away.

You didn't move as his nose brushed yours, and your eyes fluttered closed when his lips pressed gently against yours.

The kiss was soft, and brief, but took what breath you had left away.

When he pulled away he spoke in a soft voice, "Do you understand now?"

Slowly you nodded, before a smile stretched across your face. Yeonjun's own smile brightened at the sight as he caressed your cheek. Vowing to himself that he would always be there to make you smile.

Beomgyu:

When he felt jealous.

You had many friends, male and female, and that had never bothered Beomgyu before.

But as he watched a guy he barely knew wrap his arm across your shoulder, he felt not only protective, but jealous.

Would you let him do that? Would you let him get that close if he tried?

And whats with the bright smile you were giving him? Did you like him? How? Why?

When he learned that you were just close friends, and that he had a partner already, Beomgyu felt relief like he had never felt before.

And that is when it really hit him just how much he had developed feelings for you.

Now he noticed everything you made him feel.

The butterflies when you smiled at him, the shallow breaths when he nervously walked beside you. The way his skin seemed to tingle wherever you touched him.

But the most obvious was the jealousy of anyone or anything taking your attention away from him.

Sometimes he felt childish about his feelings, but other times he knew it was just the desperation of wanting to be with you making itself known.

Beomgyu's chest tightened as he watched the boy smile and flirt with you. He was your friend but it was clear to anyone who had eyes that he was trying to be more.

You knew it as well, and as you tried to push his advances away by hinting that he was just your friend, you felt Beomgyu's eyes burning in the back of your head.

You had noticed Beomgyu's change recently. How he seemed to watch over you more, and how he seemed to grow jealous when your attention was somewhere else.

You hoped it meant that your feelings were now reciprocated, but you were to nervous to find out yourself. Luckily, Beomgyu would make it known himself.

The next awkward smile that graced your face was Beomgyu's breaking point. Rising, he walked over to you and the boy before tapping your shoulder.

As your eyes met his he saw a wave of relief wash over your face as you smiled at him. He gave you a soft smile as his heart pounded in his chest.

"Ready to go?"

He saw the confusion flicker in your eyes as you wondered what he meant.

Beomgyu looked over at your friend and smiled, "Sorry to interrupt, but we have a date."

You did well to hide your surprise as you realized Beomgyu was trying to save you from this awkward situation. You nodded at your friend confirming what Beomgyu said as you rose, "Yeah I'm ready!"

Saying goodbye to your friend you left with Beomgyu. Once away from other's you grinned over at him.

"Was it that obvious that I needed saving?"

Beomgyu laughed, "Only to me."

Your heart fluttered as you continued to walk, "Okay, but now what are we doing?"

He rose his brow, "What do you mean? We're going on a date."

You stumbled over your words for a second and Beomgyu repressed a giggle. "Like...an actual date?"

He nodded "Of course." His voice was soft, obviously nervous as he made his intentions known. "Do you not want to go on a date with me?"

You quickly shook your head, "No I do. I do."

He grinned as he slipped his hand into yours, shyly looking away.

You pressed your lips together tightly as you looked down at your intertwined hands. Cheekily leaning a bit loser to him you whispered, "You know, I realized recently, you're cute when you're jealous."

Beomgyu startled for a second before he began laughing, realizing he really hadn't been that subtle at all.

Taehyun:

When he missed you.

Taehyun had grown so used to you being around that when you were gone, he felt empty.

He looked for you everywhere, waiting for you to appear, waited for a text or call.

When he finally saw your name pop up on his phone screen, his excitement and relief were almost overwhelming.

The way his face would light up with excitement when you entered a room was obvious.

When the other's pointed it out and teased him, he really started to pay attention.

He realized just how much your presence effected him, and how much your absence hurt him.

How much just a little of your attention directed at him made his heart flutter.

Sometimes he felt like a dog waiting for it's owner to get home and he would laugh at himself.

But then you would show up with a bright smile and be happy to see him and he didn't care about anything else.

He had it bad, and he didn't mind at all.

What he did mind was that you didn't seem to notice just how tightly you had his wrapped around your finger.

Taehyun stared at your profile as you scrolled through your phone. He was impatiently waiting for you to pay enough attention to him so he could suggest going out together but you seemed to engrossed with something else.

Without realizing, he let out a sigh loud enough to gain your attention. Seeing you look up at him with a raised brow, he froze.

"Whats wrong?"

Your sudden worry caused his heart to leap as he cleared his throat. "Nothing, just bored."

"Oh." You hummed, "Wanna go do something then?"

Taehyun's heart leapt again as excitement vibrated through him at the realization that you ended up being the one to suggest going out. He nodded happily and you grinned as you turned to face him.

"What do you want to do?"

"Anything." He said happily and you chuckled as you playfully glared at him.

"That's not helpful."

"I'd do anything with you." He felt a jolt of surprise as the words left his mouth involuntarily.

You looked surprised for half a second before you chuckled, "Even if I made you go grocery shopping with me?"

He paused for a second before his cheeks grew warm at the idea of doing something so domestic with you. He smiled softly as he nodded, the sincerity in his gaze causing your heart to skip a beat

You tried your best to ignore the heat rising up your neck, "But isn't that so boring?"

He hummed thoughtfully before he shook his head, "We could make it fun."

You let out a soft laugh in agreement, "Yeah, we could."

He stood up, "Lets go then!"

"Wha- no" you laughed. "I don't actually need to go grocery shopping it was just an example."

"Oh." Taehyun had a small pout and you felt your heart flutter.

"Do you...want to go grocery shopping?"

He thought for a second before nodding softly, "Now that you talked about it, I want to do it."

You bit the inside of your lips, "Alright, I'm sure I can think of things I need."

His smile slowly grew as you gave in.

"But, are you sure? We could go do something more, I don't know, exciting?"

He grinned as he started grabbing his stuff, "I want to go shopping, it'll feel like we're dating." Taehyun paused as he realized he spoke without thinking again.

His eyes locked with yours as you blinked in surprise. "That's why you want to go?"

He swallowed nervously, his eyes wide in trepidation. "Uhm..."

You watched him for a second before a grin broke out on your face. A soft giggle escaping, "If you want it to feel like we're dating then why haven't you asked me out?"

Taehyun opened his mouth in shock before he let out a soft laugh at the amused sincerity in your voice.

"Would you say yes?"

You nodded, repressing a giggle. Taehyun's smile grew as he walked over to you placing his hands on your arms as he stared at you.

"Really?

You giggled and nodded as he felt his heart hammering excitedly. "Then, will you go out with me Y/n?"

You nodded softly, "Yes I will."

Taehyun felt as though he was vibrating out of his skin as he grinned at you. Pulling you into a hug you chuckled as you wrapped your own arms around him, allowing his excitement to radiate through you.

Huening Kai:

When you were taken by someone else.

He hadn't realized he had feelings for you until you announced you were seeing someone.

His heart sank and his chest grew tight.

Why was he so affected? So hurt?

Was it because he might not get to see you as often as before?

Or was it that it wasn't him who was taking you on dates?

Both.

The realization that he had always assumed you two would be together, whether dating or not hit him harder now that you were with someone else.

He distanced himself a bit, heartbroken by losing you before truly realizing how much he wanted you, and you got worried.

Realizing he was hurting you too, he tried to be around more, only causing his feelings to grow, and heartache to worsen as he saw you with another person.

He didn't know that at the same time, you were realizing and feeling the same things he was.

Walking into Kai's room, you knocked softly on the door causing him to look back at you. His eyes widened a bit at the sight of you before he reeled in his feelings.

"What are you doing here?"

You heart ached a little as he asked this, having always smiled happily and accepted your presence without question before.

You cleared your throat as you walked into his room and sat on the edge of the bed. You twiddled with your hands for a moment before you finally spoke.

"I broke up with him."

Kai felt his heart flip as he tried not to show any outward reaction. You noticed the sudden flex of his hands but ignored it.

"You did? Why? What did he do?" Kai rose and sat beside you.

His emotions were reeling between relief happiness, pity and anger. Did he do something to hurt you?

"I just didn't have strong enough feelings for him." You said softly as you looked over at Kai.

Knowing the truth was not just that, but that your feelings could never be as strong as they were for Kai.

Kai stared into your eyes for a second, "So he didn't hurt you?"

You shook your head as you smiled.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I just feel better now telling you." You looked down at your hands shyly, "I missed you."

Kai felt his heart twist and his chest tighten. Guilt rippled through him as he recalled distancing himself from you.

"I'm sorry." He said softly causing you to look back up at him.

You were taken aback by the strong emotion in his face as he gazed at you.

"Why?"

"Because I haven't been around."

"Did you- Was it on purpose?"

He stayed silent, but you saw the guilt cross over his face, answering your question.

"Why? Did you really hate him that much, or-" You hesitated, staring into Kai's eyes for a moment, "Or was it for another reason?"

Kai took in a shaky breath as he slowly inched his hand towards yours. He gently grabbed your fingers, playing with them softly before he spoke, his voice reserved.

"I didn't like him, but- that wasn't the only reason."

You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

"I hated seeing you with someone else. At first I thought it was because I felt like I was losing my best friend, but then... I realized it was because you weren't dating me. It should have been me."

Your heart pounded heavily as you realized your feelings for Kai had been reciprocated after all. You let out a soft sigh and he met your eyes again.

You gave him a soft sad smile. "If I had known I would never have dated him."

"You don't have to pity me."

"No, not out of pity Kai, but because I wanted you to be my boyfriend."

Kai's eyes widened in surprise, "What?"

You nodded softly, "I had waited so long because I wanted to be with you, but - you never seemed to feel the same."

Kai's heart hammered at the realization you felt the same. He shook his head, "I didn't realize until recently just how much my feeling's had changed." He squeezed your hand softly, "But you- you have feelings for me too?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I do."

Kai stared at you for a moment before a smile stretched across his face. Lunging forward he wrapped you in his arms as you fell back onto the bed, laughing.

He held you as he stared into your eyes, his face only an inch above yours. "I'm your boyfriend now."

You let out a short laugh as you rose your brow, "Oh really? Just like that?"

He nodded confidently "Yeah, just like that."

You giggled again as you got lost in his eyes. Slowly, he leaned closer, before pressing a soft lingering kiss to your lips, signalling the beginning of your relationship. Finally.

General Taglist: @otsilliak, @brattybunfornct, @bahng-chrizz, @otakutrash669, @tinyelfperson, @the-lemon-boy (?)

TXT Taglist: @thunderous-wolf, @briqnne, @crazyformfics

Yeonjun&Soobin: @hongjoongsprincess, @dear-dreamie,

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downbadf0rficppl · 4 months

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well, my left hand's free

JJ x F!Reader

Summary: JJ's been staying at your house for a bit, and you catch him doing something you definitely weren't supposed to see.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Masturbation, Smut

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You slipped out of bed to grab a glass of water. It was just passed midnight and you were sure everyone was asleep. The floor was cold against your bare feet and you wrapped your jumper tighter around you. It got cold on the beach, even in the summer.

You heard shuffling from your brother's room. It took you a second to remember that you'd put JJ up in your brother's room for the night.

You were walking home from work when you overheard JJ talking about needing a bed for the night. You considered yourself a friend of JJ's - more an acquaintance, but you sat next to him in half of your classes and let him cheat off your tests. Plus, he bought you new pens when he stole so many of yours that you ended up not having any left, and he invited you to every kegger personally. Yeah, you guys were friends. Your house was also closer to John B's than JJ's, and since your brother hadn't come back from college on the mainland yet, it seemed perfect.

JJ had tried to argue with you about it, saying that he didn't want to be in the way, but you were far too stubborn for him to even try to reason with you. "Plus, my parents aren't going to be home. They're going to dinner. It's their anniversary."

You walked past his room and went to the kitchen. You grabbed two glasses of water, given that JJ was up, and you softly padded back over to your brother's room.

You were knocked on the door with your elbow, holding a glass in each hand. "Shit." You heard him whisper through the door and then a loud thump as he fell off the bed.

"You good in there? JJ?"

You went to push the door open, but he yelled out quickly, "Wait, wait, wait. Give me a second."

You waited for a second before the door flung open. You were met with a flushed - and very shirtless - JJ. You shamelessly checked him out as he moved out of the way to let you in.

"Like what you see?" He smirked.

"You didn't need to go to all the lengths of taking your shirt off. It's not anything I haven't seen before." JJ raised his eyebrow at you, "Gym class, JJ, get your mind out of the gutter."

"Sorry." He muttered as you elbowed his chest, "I - um - sleep naked." He said, scratching the back of his neck, "Didn't think you were still up."

You shrugged, "Thought you might want some water. Heard you shuffling around." You handed him a glass of water, before walking over to the window, "You can open the window, by the way. My brother said it gets really hot in here sometimes."

"What are you doing up?" JJ said, taking a sip of water.

"Just making sure you're not having sex in my brother's bed. He'd kill me if he found out." JJ choked on the water. You looked at him, mischief glinting in your eyes, "I'm kidding." JJ smiled unconvincingly.

You walked out of the room, and JJ shut the door quickly behind you. You smirked at how easy it was to fluster JJ.

JJ sighed heavily when you walked out of the room. Shit. He'd almost been caught. His head had flown out of the gutter when you knocked and he'd fallen off the bed trying not to get caught with his hand on his dick. Just thought of sleeping in your house, with you less than 15 feet away, had his cock standing at attention. He downed the glass of water and grabbed the towel that you gave him, headed to the bathroom for a cold shower. Maybe that would stop his racing thoughts.

He forgot that you had told him about the faulty lock and that he should knock to make sure no one was inside. You were inside having a shower when you heard the door open. You shrieked, and tried to cover yourself with the curtain, except the curtains you had were practically sheer.

JJ's eyes dragged over your body before his mind caught up with him. He spun on his heel quickly and slammed the door shut behind him, quickly retreating to his bedroom. He threw himself face down on his bed, and groaned, head in his hands, cock somehow harder than before.

You stormed into his room, towel wrapped tightly around yourself, "I told you to knock!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't think anyone would be showering right now!" He said, refusing to face you.

"Well, it doesn't matter, just forget it ever happened." He groaned, "It's fine, JJ, you didn't see much."

"Yeah well, maybe that's the problem." He muttered under his breath.

You looked at him, stunned, "What?"

"Shit." He sat up to face you, trying to apologise and explain himself, but as his eyes met yours, you dropped the towel. His eyes went wide, drinking in everything he can. You crawled over to him, his legs widening as you settled between them, straddling his cock.

You gently pressed your lips to his, hoping you haven't massively misjudged the situation. But JJ's hands moved to rest on your ass as he kissed you harder. You broke away for air and pressed light kisses down his neck.

"As much as I'd love to have sex with you. I'd prefer if we didn't do it on my brother's bed." He chuckled into your neck, picking you up with ease. Weeks of working in the junkyard lifting scrap metal had definitely done JJ some favours.

He attached his lips to yours as he walked over, kicking open the door with his foot and carefully dropping you onto the bed. He shut the door and ripped off his t-shirt before re-attaching his lips to yours. He bit your lip gently, eliciting a low whine from you.

"Just like that pretty girl, keep making those pretty sounds for me." His fingers ran over your slit, caressing the clit as you bucked up against him, "Didn't know you were this dirty, acting so innocent in class. Makes me wanna fuck your brains out every time you bite your stupid pencil." The thought of that makes you smile.

JJ thrusted a finger into you without warning. You shrieked, grabbing his hand as a hot pain burst through you. He looked at you in concern as he retracted it quickly. You held on to his hand, not letting him move further away, as he lifted you up and into his arms.

"What's wrong?" He searched your face for any secrets that you were hiding from him.

"Just...hurt. Never done that before." JJ looked shocked. You were mortified.

You tried to crawl away from him, covering your body with your hands and trying to find some clothes.

"I'm sorry, baby," The nickname sent a hot flame straight to your core, "I didn't know." He came up behind you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, pulling you back to rest on his chest. "I'll be more gentle."

"You still wanna have sex?"

"Of course, I do, baby." He turned you around, eyes gazing into yours, filled with adoration. He leans down to kiss you again, but this kiss was different. The other kisses were fervent, lust-filled, driven by purpose. This one was slow, understanding, driven by trust and love. He carried you back to bed, lips never leaving yours. He trailed kisses down your throat, in between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. Each kiss made your back arch, the sensation completely unfamiliar to you.

"You ready?"

"Please, JJ. I swear to God, I need this so bad. Please, JJ, please, please... please." His head dove between your thighs, placing small kisses on your clit and slit. He let out a low groan at the sight of your glistening cunt, the hot air making you shiver. His tongue slipped between your folds, parting your pussy just for his view, pulling a loud moan out of you.

He delved further between your folds, tongue-fucking you as you writhed above him. He placed a hand on your stomach, keeping you in place as he continued his ministrations. JJ drank like a man starved, letting out moans every now and again. You couldn't believe it. There was no way JJ was truly enjoying what he was doing.

He sure acted like it though. His mouth attached to your clit, sucking harshly, as rutted into your bed. He moaned loudly before he pulled away. Arousal coated his face, and the sight alone made you want to combust. "You ready for more?" You could only nod.

He returned to your clit, tongue running over it, flicking it before sucking it again. He slid a finger into your now dripping pussy, and the intrusion felt much less painful now. His pace was slow, his finger pushing into you completely. He watched your face for any signs of discomfort, but all you could do was throw your head back and moan out loud in pleasure. The pad of his finger circled over the spongy patch at the top of your vagina. You bucked your hips up, eyes watering in pleasure.

"You like that?" He placed a gentle kiss on your clit, before he picked up the pace with his fingers. Your moans had become silent, mouth stuck in an 'O' shape. JJ rutted into your bed beneath you, speed picking up with his fingers.

"So close," you whispered, moans breaking through you. “JJ… feels so g-good JJ… oh shit… oh, JJ-” Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, a white-hot lightning strike bursting low in your stomach and shockwaves through your cunt. It made your ears ring, black spots covering your vision.

You felt JJ brushing the hair out of your face and kissing your forehead gently when you came around. His fingers were still pumping in you slowly as you rode out your high, "Just like that, baby girl, just like that. There you go, you did so well. So good for me, pretty baby." He pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined at the loss of fullness. It felt nice.

Your cum clung to his fingers, and brought the digits to his mouth to lick them all clean. You moaned lowly at the filth of his actions, pulling his lips to meet yours again.

He kissed you, but stopped you again, "I think that's enough for now. Got to let my favourite girl recover."

You blushed at the compliment, but looked at him confused, "What about you?"

"I kinda already took care of myself." He said, sheepishly. You looked down to see a wet patch on the front of his shorts.

You burst into laughter as JJ let out protests of, "Hey, it's not my fault you look so hot when you cum."

You clean yourself up with your towel as JJ changes your bedsheets, and then you find a pack of unused boxer shorts in your brother's drawer.

You throw the pack at JJ's head, and he creeps into the bathroom to clean himself up. You throw his boxers and his shorts into the washing machine, before heading back to your room. JJ comes in a few seconds later with a glass of water in his hand.

"Drink. Or you'll get dehydrated."

You smile and down the entire glass. JJ turns to leave, but you grab his hand. "Stay?"

"Tut tut tut. What will your parents say?"

"They don't have to know."

"Still I'd rather not get beat up by your dad." You pouted as he pressed a tender kiss on your lips, "I'll see you in the morning."

"In the morning."

fin.

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pascallftv · 5 months

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Girl Next Door— Part 5

Previous Part Series Masterlist

Summary: Joel sets up a date in the bed of his truck and he makes love to you.

Word count: 4.4k

Content: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), truck sex ?!

AN: :’) I think there might just be one more part to this series folks

The next couple of weeks consisted of stolen kisses between your work schedules, and head in positions you hadn’t even imagined. With Joel’s age came wisdom in many areas, with sex being one of them. Many nights you spent curling your toes under Joel as his tongue worked its magic in ways you’d never experienced with your past lover. Although you felt like you had both explored each other’s bodies in every way possible, you still had not had sex. You’d become so comfortable in your sexuality with Joel, and you knew it was just a matter of time before you took it to the next level with him.

Sex would be the point of realization for you. You were a moth drawn to a flame; you were completely and utterly infatuated with him. You thought about him constantly, your mind a tangled web of him: his body, every touch, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed at a line in a movie you were watching. The four letter word had crossed your mind, but you couldn’t be sure if that was possible yet. You hadn’t been in love for years, but you couldn’t remember a time when someone gave you intense butterflies and overtook every ounce of your being like Joel had.

It was a Friday night, and Joel told you he and a surprise for you. Being proactive, underneath your comfy clothes was your sexiest matching set of underwear. You were wearing a lace black thong with a matching black bra, and you lathered up with your vanilla body butter and perfume after your shower.

When you pulled into Joel’s driveway, you were puzzled to find that his truck was nowhere to be seen. Joel's front door was unlocked as you stepped inside. His house was dark except for the dim lighting of his lamp in the living room.

“Joel?” You called out, walking towards the living room.

Silence.

You wandered passed the living room to the kitchen, and still no sign of Joel. You peered out of the window above the kitchen sink, and you caught a glimpse of Joel tending to the bed of his truck, the area being lit up by an array of fairy lights strung across the cab. Curious, you made your way out the back door and latched it behind you, the sound making Joel’s head whip around, his brown eyes landing on you. A smile toyed at his lips, and he turned around to lean against the hood of his truck, his hands resting behind him.

“Hi.” You said, smiling at him as you walked closer to him, your eyes scanning his truck to figure out what was going on.

“Hi.” Joel repeated, reaching his arms out to place his hands on either side of your face, leaning down to plant a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. You smiled into the kiss, pulling away to gawk up at him.

“What’s all this?” You asked, leaning to the side to investigate what was happening with his truck.

“Well, I may or may not have set us up a little date night in the bed of my truck.” Joel said almost shyly, and if your eyes weren’t deceiving you, you saw a trace of a blush on the apples of his cheeks.

“Oh my god, did you?” You gushed as Joel grabbed your hand and led you to the back of his truck.

Your jaw fell as the bed of his truck came into view. Joel had set up fairy lights all around the cab of his truck, with what appeared to be a mattress pad and a cocoon of blankets and pillows neatly laid across the bed. Placed on the metal toolbox at the head of the bed of his truck was an assortment of snacks and a bottle of wine. In the middle of the blanket was a pack of playing cards and a stargazing guide book.

“Joel, holy shit.” You muttered. “This is.. wow.”

“You like it?” Joel said, his hand reaching up to the back of his neck to scratch a nonexistent itch.

“Of course I do, this is so cute.” You said in awe, squeezing his hand.

“Here.” He said, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you up onto the bed of the truck, the mattress soft under you. He climbed up beside you, your eyes traveling to take in his outfit. He was wearing those sweatpants you loved so much. You loved his usual outfits, but he looked extra good in those goddamn sweatpants and those plain t-shirts. You slid off your shoes, tossing them onto the ground below. Joel mimicked your actions, throwing his in the same general area as yours.

“This might actually be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” You said as Joel sat next to you, his hand falling to rest on the warm skin of your thigh.

“You deserve nothing but the best.” Joel said, gently cupping your jaw with his fingertips, kissing you softly. His woodsy scent enveloped your senses, and you felt your stomach do a flip as his lips moved against yours. No matter how many times you kissed and touched, you still felt the frenzy of butterflies in your belly.

You pulled away, running your tongue over your bottom lip to taste him. “We better stop or this date will end early.” You teased, reaching down to grab the playing cards.

“Ever played king’s corner?” You asked, taking out the carts to shuffle in your lap.

“I think you forget that I’m old and decrepit.” Joel joked, watching you in amusement as you failed miserably at shuffling the cards. “I’ve played every card game you’ve ever heard of.”

“Gin rummy?” He nodded.

“Bullshit?” He nodded.

“Strip poker?” He gave you a funny look and sighed.

“Many times.” He said, dealing cards to both of you, and starting the game in front of you. He placed four cards around the remaining deck, letting you start the game.

“Loser gives the other head.” You said bluntly, putting down three cards in their respective places.

Joel gazed down at you in shock at your words and nonchalant behavior.

“You sure you want to bet that?” Joel asked, squeezing your thigh, before placing his own cards down, finishing off one of the corners. With the cards you put down.

“Wouldn’t have offered it if I did want to.” You said, looking up at him with a playful expression.

The game dragged on, the both of you nearing the end of your hand before having to draw from the deck.

“You’re edgin’ me, darlin’.” Joel said as you almost won but were forced to draw from the deck. You had two cards left, Joel with three. With two rows left, the game was bound to end very soon.

“Fuck.” You said with nowhere to place your cards. “Your turn.”

Joel kisses you on the cheek, then places down his remaining cards on the remaining rows.

“Uh oh, looks like I won.” Joel teased, reaching behind you to grab the bottle of white wine and his corkscrew. He popped the cork open, taking a swig straight from the bottle. He held the bottle out for you, you taking it and rolling your eyes, taking a sip.

“Seems fishy to me.” You said, handing the bottle back to him. Joel laughed, shaking his head at you.

“Was a win either way for me, baby.” Joel smirked, taking another drink of wine before placing it back on the toolbox.

The sun had set on the horizon, the shades of pink and orange in the sky fading into a black with the glistening array of stars glimmering overhead. The night air had settled into a crisp, gentle breeze. Your hair blew gently away from your face, your complexion glowing as Joel admired your beauty.

“Before I give you your reward, I want to figure out what these stars are.” You said, grabbing the stargazing guide and opening it up. You tilted your head up and observed the different stars above you, the brightest ones standing out to you.

Joel watched you attentively while you bit your lip as you tried to distinguish what star was what. You always did that when you were focused— you bit your bottom lip and your brows always taught together when you were deep in thought.

“Wait, that’s Polaris.” You said, pointing up towards the brightest star in the sky. “Which means that’s the Little Dipper.”

Joel followed your finger, spotting the constellation and smiling softly at your excitement. He looked back over at you, your eyes radiating in joy. Your eyes flickered back to him, his stare locked on you.

“What?” You said with a smile.

“You’re so beautiful.” Joel said softly, memorizing every inch of your face. He never wanted this moment to end.

His heart sank when he realized your father was going to be home soon. The past couple weeks had been the happiest of his life, but good things like you weren’t meant for him. He knew he didn’t deserve to keep you, and it was only a matter of time before you moved on for someone your age. It was also impossible to keep this from your father. As soon as he got home, he knew the dynamic would have to change. The realization broke him internally, but in this moment, he wanted to focus on you and memorize every moment just in case he had to let you go.

You felt your lip quiver at his words. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing in existence. Like Joel, you were just as much memorizing every wrinkle of his complexion, as well as the way his beard faded from a salty gray to a peppery brunette.

“What did I do to deserve you?” You said, closing the stargazing book and placing it behind you onto the toolbox next to the wine and playing cards. You sat up and shifted over to Joel on your knees, placing your hand on his chest, directing him to lay flat. He obeyed, laying his head down on the pillows, his body flat against the soft foam mattress pad. You carefully straddled him, leaning down to press your lips to his.

Joel pulled away briefly, grabbing your face in his hands, his eyes dancing between your eyes, taking in the moment. “I should be askin’ you the same thing.”

He kissed you again, your lips moving perfectly in sync, your tempo gentle and slow. His hands trailed down your back, his fingertips dragging along the back of your shirt. His hands stopped at your ass, squeezing the supple skin underneath your thin, cotton shorts. You moaned into his mouth, your center coming down onto his hardening erection. He grunted in response, the friction making him throb underneath you.

You pulled your mouth away from his, trying to catch your breath. “I think I owe you something, Mr. Miller.” Said whispered, rolling your hips against his before snaking back down his thighs, opening his legs with your knee. You settled on your knees between his legs.

“You’re a little vixen, you know that?” Joel mumbled as he watched you loop your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers. “Drive me absolutely fucking crazy.”

You smiled up at him through your eyelashes as you pulled his cock out of his pants, catching his erection in your hand. You squeezed him gently, stroking him in the skin of your soft palm, before removing it to pull his pants all the way off. Joel’s brows taught inwards at the friction, his jaw going slack. Your touch felt like some sort of black magic, making him melt underneath you.

“Fuck, baby.” Joel groaned as you lowered your mouth onto his tip. He moaned when he felt himself nudge the back of your throat. You stayed there, bobbing your head up and down, your hand stroking rhythmically on his leftover length. His hand flew down to your hair and you took him entirely in your mouth, taking him down your throat to the hilt.

You moaned with him in your mouth, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure down his length and into his abdomen. Joel bucked his hips up, the pleasure driving him insane. You could feel his shaft throbbing in your mouth, it twitching at each bob of your head. You knew he wasn’t going to last much longer if you kept up the pace. You felt your center beginning to throb beneath you. You squeezed your thighs shut for some sort of relief, but you needed more.

“God, fuck.” Joel’s eyes squeezed shut, as you began stroking him again, pulling your mouth away from him to catch your breath.

“Joel.” You rasped, your voice raw from his length. “I want you.”

He opened his eyes, looking down at you with an expression as if he was trying to understand what you meant by those three words. You slowed your pace with your hand, leaning forward to kiss him gently.

You pulled away, your eyes searching his. Joel’s hand found your face, the pad of his thumb rubbing the supple skin of your cheek.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Joel asked, his gaze not leaving yours. He needed reassurance that that’s what you truly wanted.

“I’m sure.” You confirmed, lowering your hips down against his erection and grinding against it gently, the sensation making him groan immediately.

“I don’t have a condom.” He said, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“I’m on birth control, I have the implant.” You assured him, grabbing his finger and bringing it up to your arm, letting him feel the rod underneath your skin. He looked from your arm back to your eyes. “It’s okay, I promise.”

Joel nodded, pulling you down to kiss you harder. In a swift motion, Joel flipped you over, him now hovering over you with your back flat against the blankets. His hands began exploring you, trailing from your thighs, up your belly, to your breasts where he paid extra attention. He pulled up your shirt, pulling your breasts out over your bra and kneading them one by one as his lips moved against yours. You pulled away from the kiss momentarily, helping him pull your shirt over your head.

“Need to feel you.” Joel muttered against your lips, his hand leaving your chest to venture to the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your hips off the blanket to allow him to pull the shorts down your legs, leaving your black thong on display for him.

“So breathtakin’, baby.” He murmured, trailing kisses down your belly to the waistband of your panties, pulling the fabric back with two fingers, letting it gently snap back against your skin. Not wanting to tease you any longer, his finger traced your heat over the thin fabric of the thong. The moisture from your arousal was pooling at the material under your core, Joel ghosting soft circles over your bundle of nerves. You let out a quiet wine underneath him, bucking your hips up into his fingers. He exhaled deeply at the feeling of your arousal soaking through the lace of your thong. He pushed the damp fabric aside, revealing your glistening slick to him. He ran a finger up your folds, collecting the arousal to rub against your clit.

“Fuck.” You said breathily, your hands fisting the blanket for leverage. Joel pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, looking up at you through his eyelashes. The sight of him between your legs made your core throb. You were so wound up already, you knew you weren’t going to last long under his touch.

You inhaled sharply as Joel licked a stripe up your soaking folds, his finger still playing with your clit haphazardly. He stuck his tongue inside your opening, fucking you with his tongue. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you whimpered at the feeling. You exhaled deeply when he pulled his mouth away from your heat.

“Just needed a taste of you.” Joel said, kissing up the expanse of your pubic bone to your tummy.

Joel’s tongue was soon replaced with his middle finger. You gasped quietly as he pumped his finger in and out of you, curling it up perfectly to put pressure against your g spot. He always knew just where to touch you to make you go crazy. Between his finger inside of you and his opposite thumb toying with you clit, you already felt sex drunk. Joel added his ring finger, stretching you perfectly to prepare you for his cock.

“Can’t wait to feel all of you.” Joel said, planting another kiss to your public bone, his beard tickling your supple skin.

“N-need you.” You whined, your legs jolting when he bent down to suck softly on your bundle of nerves. At your words, Joel removed his fingers from you, making eye contact as he sucked your juices off his fingers. He then slid your panties down your legs, tossing them aimlessly behind him. Joel lifted his shirt over his head, exposing the soft skin of his stomach. He wasn’t buff, but he was perfect to you.

“Lift up, sweetheart.” Joel coaxed you, tapping your sides by your ribs, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, sliding it off your shoulders. You were completely bare to each other now, feeling wildly exposed in the night air. Your skin was glowing under the dim lighting of the fairy lights, the twinkle in your eye illuminating.

“I could look at you forever.” You whispered, pulling Joel down to kiss you. You kissed him with everything in you. You weren’t the best with expressing your feelings through words, so every ounce of emotion within you you fueled into the kiss. Your soft lips tasted of white wine as your lips danced against each other, Joel settling between your legs. You whined into his mouth as his crotch grinded against yours, his erection warm against your glistening core.

Joel’s lips moved from your to your neck, his kisses gentle and warm against your skin. Your jaw went slack as you felt Joel’s tip rubbing against the slick of your folds. You were soaked with arousal, him moving against you with ease.

“So pretty, baby.” Joel reiterated as he slowly pushed his tip against your opening, the pressure driving you mad.

“Fuck, Joel.” You muttered, your forehead resting against his, your breath rolling over his.

He pushed slowly into you, inching his length to stretch your walls around him. You grabbed his biceps, squeezing his muscles as he settled into you, his hips touching yours as he filled you completely to the hilt. Your walls were tight around him, conforming to his girth.

“Fuck, you feel amazin’.” Joel groaned, sliding his cock out of you to the ridge of his tip, before slowly pushing it back inside. “Like your body was made for me.”

His words electrified your core, your lower belly feeling coiled tight with heat. His strokes were rhythmic, and you were completely and utterly fucked. He filled you so perfectly, and after this moment, you realized you never wanted to fuck anyone else ever again. It was almost as if his cock was molded just for you, his length hitting nerves deep inside of you that you hadn’t known existed.

Joel lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, his thrusts hitting even deeper within you. You whimpered as he hit your cervix, the sensation making your walls throb around him. His free hand fell to your pubic bone, his hand pressing down against you to push your g spot against his length, while lowering his thumb to rub circles against your clit.

“Oh my god.” You mewled. Your core was clamping and that familiar electrifying heat was rushing through your abdomen and through your limbs. You’d hardly realized when Joel leaned down to take your breast his mouth, lightly sucking on your pebbled nipple. He toyed with your other nipple, his fingers pinching it gently.

“You drive me absolutely fucking crazy.” Joel panted as he quickened his pace, the sound of your skin slapping together becoming more prominent. “You know just how to make this old man feel young again.”

Your vision went fuzzy as he lowered his hand to squeeze the supple flesh of your ass, his rough fingertips digging into your skin for more leverage.

“I can feel you clenchin’ around me, sweetheart.” Joel mumbled, his forehead damp with perspiration. “Let go for me, it’s okay.”

“F-fuck.” You let out a strangled moan, your eyes clamping shut as you felt your high drawing near. Your core was wound tight, and you knew the coils were going to unravel at any second with his relentless pace. Joel wasn’t far behind you, his cock twitching inside of you.

“God, baby. I’m close.” Joel whined, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

Your breaking point was when Joel’s thumb found its way to your clit again, working circles into your nerves. You saw stars and your ears began to ring as your orgasm overcame you, sending shocks through the nerves of your body. Every inch of your body was on fire, and you felt like your soul had left your body and was now among the stars overhead. While you were blissfully coming down from your high, Joel came, his release coating your walls in hot spurts, a strangled moan falling from his lips. Still inside you, he laid over you, but was sure to not crush you under his weight. You were both panting, your foreheads damp with sweat.

You laid like that for a while, basking in the aftermath of your highs. Your body felt way more weightless and relaxed than any of the orgasms Joel and gave you over the course of the last couple weeks. Not only was your body physically drained, but the explosion of emotions you were feeling in that moment for the man laying on you had completely taken over your mind.

He was perfect in every way. He was kind to you, had a sense of humor (despite being dry at times), and more than anything he made you feel happy. For the past few years you had felt incredibly discouraged at ever being able to find love again. It took years to finally love yourself and your body after being convinced by your ex that it was something wrong with you, not him. It’s hard to comprehend how one person can ruin every ounce of self love you’ve ever had for yourself in a singular moment, leaving you with years of healing to do. But in that moment with Joel, you felt content. How long this bliss would last was unsure to you, but in that moment, you knew he was your person.

“Get under the blanket, sweetheart.” Joel said, coaxing you to sit up to help you slither under the covers, the blanket soft against your bare skin. Joel laid flat, letting you cuddle up into his side, your cheek pressed against his chest.

The sound of his heartbeat was soothing to you, the thumps almost hypnotic. Joel’s fingers played with the end of your hair, twirling around strands here and there.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked Joel, glancing up to see his forehead creased in deep thought. He sighed and kissed the top of your head, breathing in the sweet scent of your shampoo.

“You.” Joel said simply, his other hand coming down to lace his fingers with yours on his chest. He kissed your forehead this time, brushing the flyaways that had gotten stuck on the damp skin.

“What about me?” You whispered, closing your eyes at his relaxing touch.

“Thinkin’ about you and me.” He began. “Our future.”

Joel frowned, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You bit the inside of your cheek at his words, feeling your stomach do a flip. As amazing as things were between you for the time being, you couldn’t help but wonder what things would be like moving forward. Soon your dad would be home and you’d have to hide your relationship, or whatever the situation you had going on was. Neither of you had discussed labels, you were simply just enjoying your time with each other and relishing in your feelings.

“Your dad will be home soon.” Joel said quietly, his hand moving from your hair to your back, tracing small circles on your skin.

“I know.” You whispered, your tone defeated.

“I care about you a lot.” Joel muttered, inhaling a deep breath before exhaling. “And I want nothin’ more than to spend all of my time with you. I haven’t felt this happy in years, and I just don’t know what to do about your father. I care about him too, and I can’t stand the thought of hurting him.”

You felt tears brewing in your eyes, and you quickly blinked them away. As much as his words stung, it was the hard truth. The odds of your father being accepting of this relationship were slim to none, and you knew it wasn’t going to be easy for either of you trying to sneak around. While it was easy to maintain the dynamic you had with no one around, it was going to be taxing going from acting like you were together when your father was gone, to acting distant once he returned home from work.

“Don’t think for a second that I’ll give up on you, sweetheart.” Joel said, tilting your head up with his finger under your chin before pressing a kiss to your lips. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were glossy. The sight of tears in your eyes shattered Joel.

“It’s going to be hard but we’ll figure somethin’ out.” Joel said, but it was almost as if he was trying to convince himself, not you.

“I want you more than anything, Joel.” You said, softly kissing his jawline.

“Maybe my dad won’t be as opposed as we think?” You offered with hope laced in your tone, tracing your finger against his chest, watching goosebumps rise beneath your touch. Joel sighed, squeezing your hand again.

“It’s hard tellin’.” Joel murmured. “I do know one thing. What matters is how two people make each other feel, not how their relationship makes other people feel.”

You took a deep breath at his words, closing your eyes as you tried to relax.

“It’ll all be okay, I promise.”

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d0wnb4df0rf1cm3n · 1 year

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well my left hand's free

JJ x F!Reader

Summary: JJ's been staying at your house for a bit, and you catch him doing something you definitely weren't supposed to see.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Masturbation, Smut

AN: In case y'all didn't know, the title track of OBX is kinda an innuendo on masturbating, and that's definitely not what inspired this fic. Also, OBX3 comes out tomorrow and I'm excited! Ok, bye!

You heard shuffling from your brother's room. It took you a second to remember that you'd put JJ up in your brother's room for the night.

You walked past his room and went to the kitchen. You grabbed two glasses of water, given that JJ was up, and you softly padded back over to your brother's room.

You were knocked on the door with your elbow, holding a glass in each hand. "Shit." You heard him whisper through the door and then a loud thump as he fell off the bed.

"You good in there? JJ?"

You went to push the door open, but he yelled out quickly, "Wait, wait, wait. Give me a second."

You waited for a second before the door flung open. You were met with a flushed - and very shirtless - JJ. You shamelessly checked him out as he moved out of the way to let you in.

"Like what you see?" He smirked.

"You didn't need to go to all the lengths of taking your shirt off. It's not anything I haven't seen before." JJ raised his eyebrow at you, "Gym class, JJ, get your mind out of the gutter."

"Sorry." He muttered as you elbowed his chest, "I - um - sleep naked." He said, scratching the back of his neck, "Didn't think you were still up."

"What are you doing up?" JJ said, taking a sip of water.

You walked out of the room, and JJ shut the door quickly behind you. You smirked at how easy it was to fluster JJ.

You stormed into his room, towel wrapped tightly around yourself, "I told you to knock!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't think anyone would be showering right now!" He said, refusing to face you.

"Well, it doesn't matter, just forget it ever happened." He groaned, "It's fine, JJ, you didn't see much."

"Yeah well, maybe that's the problem." He muttered under his breath.

You looked at him, stunned, "What?"

"What's wrong?" He searched your face for any secrets that you were hiding from him.

"Just...hurt. Never done that before." JJ looked shocked. You were mortified.

You tried to crawl away from him, covering your body with your hands and trying to find some clothes.

"You still wanna have sex?"

"You ready?"

Your cum clung to his fingers, and brought the digits to his mouth to lick them all clean. You moaned lowly at the filth of his actions, pulling his lips to meet yours again.

He kissed you, but stopped you again, "I think that's enough for now. Got to let my favourite girl recover."

You blushed at the compliment, but looked at him confused, "What about you?"

"I kinda already took care of myself." He said, sheepishly. You looked down to see a wet patch on the front of his shorts.

You burst into laughter as JJ let out protests of, "Hey, it's not my fault you look so hot when you cum."

You clean yourself up with your towel as JJ changes your bedsheets, and then you find a pack of unused boxer shorts in your brother's drawer.

"Drink. Or you'll get dehydrated."

You smile and down the entire glass. JJ turns to leave, but you grab his hand. "Stay?"

"Tut tut tut. What will your parents say?"

"They don't have to know."

"Still I'd rather not get beat up by your dad." You pouted as he pressed a tender kiss on your lips, "I'll see you in the morning."

"In the morning."

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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hello!! how are you doing? <3

I was wondering for Some HC of reader wearing the bad batch’s armor and how they would react.

Aloha! 🤔😅 uhm, okay, let me try something!

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Whose armor is this, anyway?

Fluffy/Funny(I guess)/Slightly Suggestive in parts

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What's going on: Your Batcher is taking a shower and has left the armor plates of his equipment in your room. Feeling a bit silly today, you decide to have some fun with it and try some on. You forget the time and get caught by your beloved clone when he comes back from the shower.

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Hunter

You can't help yourself, as soon as the bathroom door closes behind Hunter, your fingers curiously roam over the equipment he has taken off, feeling scratches, dents and burn marks. This armor could probably tell quite a few stories. You try on the helmet, it doesn't fit right, it's a little too big, but not too much. You see the handle of his knife peeking out of the armor plate he normally wears on his arm and reach for it. The vibro knife is intriguing, looks sharp and dangerous. You've seen Hunter wield it a few times and admired it. You twirl the knife around a bit randomly, and for a moment you feel really cool, until you hear Hunter clear his throat. You drop the knife, shocked, and let out a small startled yelp. The knife sticks tip-first in the hardwood floor, definitely a sharp blade. You feel your face getting hot and are glad you have his helmet on, at the moment you are ashamed of yourself. Hunter smirks at you with a half-suppressed grin. He looks gorgeous as always, and you feel like an idiot with his helmet on your head and his knife stuck in the floor next to your feet. "Do you admire me so much that you're already imitating me?" he asks, amused, pulling a shirt over his gorgeous torso and tying his still-damp hair back with his bandana. He bends down for the knife and pulls it out of the wood, tucking it back into the armor plate he normally has on his arm. "You shouldn't mess with that, you might hurt yourself," he says with gentle rebuke when you don't answer him right away. "Sorry," you say meekly, "Couldn't resist. Can you take your shirt off again?" Hunter pauses, then laughs, "What, you want to put on my shirts now too?" You shrug and say perkily, "Maybe in the morning, but mostly I just want to see your upper body naked." His smirk turns salacious. "So you want me to stay the night for the first time?"

You suddenly feel terribly hot under the helmet, but you nod. He takes off his shirt again, as you asked him to, then he comes closer and puts his hands on your hips. "Aren't you going to take the helmet off again?" he asks with raised eyebrows. "No, not yet," you say hurriedly, "It's cozy in here." Hunter laughs softly and says, "Honey, I know your pulse is racing, and you're all hot, I don't need to see your face, there is no point in hiding".

Wrecker

The man is huge, and so is his equipment. The helmet is way too big, even the chest plate you throw over yourself looks ridiculously huge on you. You look at yourself in the mirror and grin under Wrecker's helmet, it looks incredibly funny.

You realize anew how stark the physical difference is between the two of you. You also try out the gloves, but soon put them away again, because they are so big that they constantly slip.

You pose in front of the large mirror that hangs on the bedroom closet and giggle quietly to yourself.

Suddenly, you hear rumbling laughter and turn around, startled. Wrecker is standing in the doorway in his shirt and boxers, a towel at the back of his neck. For a moment your gaze hangs admiringly on his leg muscles, especially his thighs, and a soft, "Damn," passes your lips.

"What are you up to?" he asks, amused.

You laugh a little awkwardly and say, "Gettin' ready for battle."

Smiling, he says, "Then maybe you should find some armor that fits you first."

You reach for one of the many pillows on your bed and say, "It should do for this one," and throw the pillow at him.

You hit Wrecker right in the chest, who holds the pillow in confusion for the first moment. But then he realizes.

"Pillow fight!" he exclaims happily, lunging and throwing it.

He underestimates his strength and knocks you off your feet with his hit. You tumble backwards, and if it weren't for the helmet, your head would have collided directly with the dresser.

Wrecker raises his hands in fright.

"Maker!" he exclaims, "Sweetie, are you okay? I didn't mean to do that!"

He rushes to your side and pulls you back to your feet with ease.

"Wow!", you exclaim laughing, "Even with a pillow you can knock one out".

"Are you hurt?" he asks meekly.

You shake your head laughing.

"No, Wrecker, I'm fine! Your helmet protected me, like I said, ready for battle".

He carefully takes off your helmet and still checks your head for wounds. Patiently, you let him check. Finally, he kisses your cheek and mumbles an apology again. His huge hands hold your face for a moment. He still looks worried, but when you smile at him, he can't help but return the smile.

Echo

Normally, Echo showers in the barracks before coming to you. However, he came back from training quite late today and doesn't want to lose any time. So he comes straight to your house and quickly slips into your bathroom to shower off while you open a bottle of wine for you.

Your eyes fall on the bedspread on your bed, where Echo has neatly laid down his gear. Curious, you move closer. At first, only your gaze wanders over the pieces of armor, then your fingertips.

Biting your lower lip thoughtfully, you finally take the pieces in your hands one by one and look at them more closely. It's surprisingly clean and well cared for, but there are a few marks and scratches that Echo can't hide in his armor maintenance.

You wonder how many times the helmet might have saved his life, turning it over in your hands. Your eyes fall on the bathroom door, you move closer and listen with your ear to the door. The water of the shower is still running.

His helmet doesn't fit you because of the cutout. But you spot the gun belt and his Kama. Clad only in an extra-long shirt, in your underwear, you slip both on. The radio is on in the background, and you dance around your bedroom with it, swinging your hips to move the Kama like a skirt.

Then during one of your turns, you almost fall over in shock. Echo stands there, leaning casually in the doorway, arms folded in front of his chest, a smirk on his face.

When you stop and stare at him with a heated face, he says, "Looks good on you, looks cute, but the outfit is not suitable for combat, at least not in this half-naked combination. But it's definitely an eye-catcher."

"Sorry," you stammer and hastily try to take the belt off again, but it's stuck.

Echo chuckles softly and comes over to you, helping you take the belt off again, placing it on your dresser next to him. His hand gently grips your chin, his lips resting warmly, softly on yours. He gives you a languid, tender, long kiss that makes your knees go weak.

When he pulls away from the kiss, his hand is still on your chin, and he asks, "So, beautiful, what's the plan for tonight, besides dancing in my Kama?"

With heated cheeks you smile at him, you have quite a few ideas.

Crosshair

He always takes ages in the bathroom, you don't even know exactly why, you've never asked him. Crosshair has been in the shower for quite a while when your eyes fall on his equipment lying neatly on your bedroom chair next to your bed.

Cautiously, you glance toward the bathroom door. You're not sure how he'll react when you go to his equipment. Curious, you pick up the helmet and put it on. It fits surprisingly well, is almost a little tight. You browse through the other pieces of gear and aren't exactly surprised at how neat they all are. Crosshair is a pretty neat person.

Then your eyes fall on his rifle, the Firepunsher, leaning upright against your bedroom closet. Again your eyes fall on the bathroom door. You hesitate, but finally you approach the gun and carefully run your fingers over it.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You jump up hastily, letting out a small startled yelp. It felt like a second ago the bathroom door was closed, but now it's open and Crosshair is standing in the doorway, one of your towels wrapped around his hips, bare-chested.

"I was curious," you say, still a little breathless with shock.

It's not until he comes over to you, grabs your head with both hands, and pulls off the helmet that you realize you still have it on.

Crosshair puts the helmet back with the other things and says sternly, "This is not a toy. My armor is one thing, but my rifle is not for untrained people."

"I know, sorry. I just wanted to look at it"

"Looking is something you do with your eyes, not your fingers" he growls.

"Sorry, please don't be mad"

"You could have gotten hurt" he says with a sigh.

"I know," you say meekly.

No matter how scared or ashamed you just were, his appearance distracts you, practically naked, clad only in a towel at his hips.

Crosshair smirks as he notices your covetous gaze.

"Now," he says in his smoky voice, "Why don't you slip out of your clothes, hop up on the bed, and we'll talk about it."

Heat rises in your cheeks, you don't even think about it but start undressing right away.

Tech

His things are spread across your bedroom. As always, he has a thousand things to say when he comes in and while he walks through your bedroom and takes off his equipment to get ready for the shower, he leaves the individual parts lying where he just walks and stands, lost in thought.

You watch him with amusement, trying to follow his rambling as best you can, picking up the pieces of equipment and placing them all neatly on your dresser. When he finally disappears into the bathroom, your eyes fall on his equipment again.

You take his helmet, pull it on and flip down the visor. The integrated computer comes to life and a bunch of numbers and options pop up in your field of vision.

"Wow, so that's what it looks like"

Next, you put on the gun belt and the tool belt. Both are surprisingly heavy.

"How can he walk around with that all day, no wonder he has such a slouch" you mutter to yourself and look at yourself in the mirror.

You admire yourself for a while, turning back and forth.

"May I ask what you're doing?"

Tech's voice makes you spin around, startled.

"Um, well, you left your gear criss-crossed, and I was cleaning up," you say evasively.

He stands there in boxer shorts and shirt, rubbing his hair dry, and asks with an amused undertone as he takes the towel down, "And you had to put parts on to do that?"

You flip up your visor and roll your eyes.

"Okay, I was curious, I wanted to see what it felt like".

A barely noticeable smirk is on his lips.

"So, how does it feel to you?"

"Unexpectedly heavy," you admit.

Tech nods and says, "I guess that's true, I'm lugging around a lot of tools."

He puts the towel in the bathroom bucket and comes back into the bedroom, he gently takes the helmet off your head and pulls the straps off.

"As cute as this may look, my equipment is not a toy, honey".

"Hmm, okay," you say meekly, watching as he puts the gear back on the dresser with the others.

He's got the thought, the words down, you haven't been intimate with each other yet, other than a few chaste kisses and careful cuddles. But you've been together for a while, actually very familiar by now, and he wants more too, but he's having a hard time coming out of his shell. When he looks at you again, a soft blush creeps into his cheeks as he asks, "Should I get fully dressed, or maybe we'll spend the evening… cuddling?"

You smile softly and say tenderly, "Cuddling sounds great, Tech."

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thornsnvultures · 1 year

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take a chance ♡

bucky barnes x plus size!reader

summary: bucky broke your heart but he can't stay away

cw: slight angst, p in v sex, 1.1k words, 18+

a/n: I wrote this instead of one of the 5 other things I should be working on 😮‍💨 divider by @/saradika 💙

"You're all I can think about, doll."

For some reason, that word snaps you out of the daze his presence put you in and you scoff, pushing at his chest instead of pulling him closer like you wanted to a moment ago when you opened the door. It's like pushing a boulder, but the behemoth relents.

"You think you can come and interrupt my life, quite literally at the moment I might add, just because you can't stop thinking about me?" He stands there as your voice raises and you poke an angry finger at his chest.

Belatedly you remember you're not wearing a bra under the thin tank top you threw on after rushing out of the shower and that more things are moving than just your wildly gesturing hands. And by Bucky's avoiding gaze and pink cheeks you know he's noticed too.

"I'm sorry," he's looking up at the ceiling now, "I'm sorry for lying to you. And I'm sorry for getting you caught up in my mess." He rubs a hand over his face, a such falling from his lips as his fingers scratch at the days old scruff of his beard.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but the slight shake of his head stops you.

"Honey," he swallows and looks back down at you. He looks at you and it's all there in his eyes. All the nights you spent together before you knew who he was, what he's done. Before he had to leave you to keep you safe. He broke your heart and now he's looking at you with those stupid blue eyes and you know you can't let him go again.

"Are you about to tell me you love me, Barnes?"

Bucky laughs and you try so hard to ignore how wet his eyes look under your entryway light. "Yeah, honey, I was."

"If you say those words, you have to mean 'em. That means no walking out on me again," your voice grows tight as you pull him closer to you again by the edges of his leather jacket.

"Yes, ma'am," Bucky's hands slip under your shirt and over your hips. He's surrounding you again, slower this time like you'll run from him, but still invading your space, caging you in. His nose bumps yours before leaning in and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You sigh into his mouth when those thick, calloused fingers of his find your breasts and tug at your nipples. You could blame their stiffness on being wet and cold but no it's all Bucky, your body's been attuned to him from the second you laid eyes on him and you don't think that'll ever change.

Bucky's tongue sweeps across yours, swallowing more of your moans, feasting on you, teasing you until your legs feel like they're going to give out from his touch alone.

Your hands scramble for anything in reach, running up his arms, across his shoulders, up into his hair to pull at the locks that have already gotten longer in just the couple of weeks since you last saw him.

"Missed you," you gasp into his mouth.

"I know, honey. I know." The timber of his voice rattles you to your core and you instantly spread your legs when he lifts you up by the backs of your thighs. Bucky gently places you down on the edge of the table in your entryway. Your keys rattle in the little ceramic dish you've had since college as Bucky roughly pushes your legs up and open even wider.

The sleep shorts you threw on hide nothing. Your hot core exposed to the cool air as Bucky looks, devours you with his gaze.

"Tell me I can have you," Bucky whispers, his eyes meeting yours. He's over you, surrounding you, his forehead pressed to yours. You're trapped, cornered, your heart racing. But it feels safe, he's back he's here and you want all of him before he leaves again. Breaks you again. "Tell me."

"Please, James."

Bucky's eyes close, a shuddering breath pushing past his lips. You don't even hear the zipper on his jeans descending past the ringing in your ears. He means it. He means it. He loves you.

And you feel it in your soul when his cock presses in, nudges you open, seeking you out. You can't forget how he feels, you never will. Your body opens for him, sucking him in deep as he slides in slow, easy. He's a stretch you'll never get used to, a twinge of pain that reminds you to relax, breathe.

"I got you. Let me in, honey."

Whispered words and gentle kisses rain down on you. Across your face, down your neck, your shoulders. Anywhere he can reach. They soothe you from the brutal assault on your pussy, the harsh, frantic slaps of his hips hitting yours nearly drown out his whispered, "I love you." Over and over into your skin, hoping it'll stick.

"Need you to come for me," he rasps as he sucks a mark into your skin above your breast. "Need to feel you milk me dry, honey." You twitch and shake, whining because you're nearly there. You just need-

Bucky captures your lips in a kiss that rips all the air from your lungs just as his fingers find you where you need them most. Your head goes fuzzy and you scream into his kiss as your legs shake.

Bucky let's you go, let's you breathe and your lungs fill with gasping breaths.

"That's it, that's it. Fuck," he growls and grinds his pelvis into your clutching heat. His lips pressed to your forehead as he spills inside, stuffing you full until you're leaking around his base.

"I love you, James," you whisper, finally. No longer afraid.

Bucky wraps your legs around his hips, not sliding from you for a second and lifts you up into his arms.

The leather of his jacket creaks under your fingers when you gasp and grip his strong arms. He carries you back to the bathroom, fog still coating the mirror from your earlier shower. Slowly the tub fills and Bucky sets you down to soak your sore muscles. You hadn't realized how much being bent like a pretzel on that little table hurt until you just now.

Bucky stands and your hand shoots up out of the water to stop him.

"I'm just getting a towel," Bucky's graze is soft, understanding.

"Thank you. For-"

"Don't. I'm sorry I left."

Bucky sits on the edge of the tub, cradling your face in his hands. Your eyes flutter shut and you soften in his touch, in the heat of the bath. And Bucky stays by your side all night. For forever.

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cod-dump · 11 months

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This is basically soap. U can't change my mind

Soap has beef with Zeus, Gaz's dog. He's trying to get over his fear of dogs so he agrees to watch Zeus for Gaz, knowing that Zeus was very sweet and well behaved. Well, turns out he's well behaved for Gaz only. He's been a menace ever since Gaz pulled out of the driveway. The whining, following Soap around while making the most ungodly noises like he was dying.

Soap was terrified something was wrong with Zeus so he panic called Gaz a day into his vacation.

"Sorry, Suds. I forgot to tell you he has separation anxiety. Be sure to put him in his crate and give him one of his pills if you leave to go anywhere or he might destroy your house."

Soap looked at the red doberman that was stretched on the floor, trying to reach a toy that he was too lazy to get up and get.

"Right... good to know."

Zeus was a good dog, Soap admits that. When Gaz is present, he is the most well behaved, intelligent dog that Soap has ever known. But all of that went out the window. Soap had caught Zeus sitting in one of the kitchen table chairs like a person. He saw Soap and smacked his paw onto the table and made some weird, gremlin noises, before he took off.

He knows how to open cabinets by biting the handle. Soap got smacked in the shin by a frying pan that Zeus decided was his new chew toy. Soap stuck him in the garden and had to bring him in because he started screaming. Soap had to stay in the garden with him from that point on because he freaked out when he was out there alone.

Soap used to leave the bathroom door open and leave the light on to light up the dark hallway. But he had to start leaving it closed because Zeus would go in and steal the rug in front of the shower. He would take in into his crate and lay on it. Zeus had randomly gotten the zoomies and took out Soap by ramming into the back of his legs.

Ghost came over and him and Soap disappeared into the bedroom for some fun. That was ruined because Zeus started screaming and scratching at his door until he was let in. Soap wasn't able to have any fun that night or the rest of the time of him watching Zeus.

Finally when Gaz came to pick up Zeus, Soap let him have it.

"I thought you owned a dog! Not a- a- THAT!"

Gaz snorts, "Price never has a problem when he watches him."

They got all of Zeus' things into Gaz's car before going to fetch Zeus from the garden. Soap felt his eye twitch at the sight of Zeus at his glass door, looking like he was trying to fucking eat it.

"GET YOUR TONGUE OFF MY DOOR!"

Zeus immediately stopped when Gaz walked into his line of sight. Soap swore he would never watch that or any dog ever again.

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courtingchaos · 1 year

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Rent the Space Inside My Mind

1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: Man, remember that picture you found? I wonder how you two decide to deal with that little hiccup...

A/N: I've finally come to the realization that this little fic is a labor of love for me. It's my baby so it isn't ever really going to have a real updating schedule. All of that to say, thank you for sticking around and reading you guys! Not a spoiler but just so you know, the end kind of reads like An End, but I have a lot more planned for theses two. This is just like, and end to the pining.

Also, I know others are reading this, but I'm giving a whole shoutout to @fracturedarkness who has been the best cheerleader for me with this story from essentially day one. Literally a ray of sunshine 😘😘😘

(If y'all want a soundtrack at all, just listen to Hozier's Wasteland! Baby. Seriously it's basically all I listened to.)

Warnings: SMUT! There's smut! Halleluiah! 18+ NSFW Minors GTFO

In sixth grade Eddie had caught mono. It was the first serious illness that Wayne had to deal with since taking guardianship four years earlier. Eddie had moaned around the trailer for two weeks, unable to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time. He’d been exhausted and couldn’t swallow right. The fever he’d get at night made him nauseous those first few days and that’s the only thing he can compare this sick twist in his gut to.

Between the picture clutched in your fingers and the intense look on your face, Eddie thinks he might just turn inside out.

“Ed?”

It sounds like an accusation in his ears. You’ve found him out, evidence catching the light where it waves around between the two of you. Forget trying to tell you his feelings, he’s got a date with buckshot later.

He takes it back actually, this feels the same as the day you accidentally met his dad. The sudden visit on a rare stint between prison stays. The lead weight of fear and sadness and pure fucking rage making him go cold and numb.

Eddie is so tired of shit going wrong in his life.

“Eddie?” How do you sound so soft when he has clearly screwed up so bad?

Also, he went for one shower after making a stupid mess and you decided to what, go through his shit?

Don’t start

There’s a black mood he gets in sometimes. It creeps up his insides, stains him dark. It makes him mean and he doesn’t want to be mean, not to you. Not to anyone really.

He knows on a deeper level this is his fault, it was only a matter of time before you found the picture. Tucked in books and forgotten in his sheets he’s honestly surprised it’s taken this long.

“Eddie!” The sharpness of his name jerks his head out of the haze he’s in. Sees your eyes clearly and you’re not mad, in fact he thinks that might be a smile hidden under all the confusion.

“Where did you get this?” Even and calm. Could you lend him some of that? His throat clicks when he tries to swallow.

“I think uh, I think I took it. On ha-Halloween. Last year.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice, the deep scratch of it. “We were drunk at Hagan’s. I don’t know wh-“

“You took this?” Another wiggle of the polaroid. Your grip on the box of weed is still white knuckled. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a smile. He can’t really tell anymore, the panic settling in firing off all his alarm bells.

“You weren’t supposed to find it.” He’s so quiet, hasn’t been quiet like this in a long time. Wasn’t even this quiet sneaking into bedrooms.

You take a step forward and he launches back. Head hits the door frame and if god is real he would let the paneling swallow him whole right now.

“Why do you have this? Why all the-” you gesture behind you, “why all my shit? You told me you hadn’t seen my Theo figure anywhere and she’s in the drawer with all my shit!” Your voice gets tight, face scrunching up in complete confusion. “I thought I was loosing my stuff but you’re just stealing all of it! My zippo! Eddie what the fuck?!” No, right, there’s the anger. He’s pressed so firmly against the door jam it’s guaranteed to leave marks for a week. You take another step forward and he has nowhere to go, pinned under your scrutiny and words and the waving hand holding his shame. But where your voice was rising in anger, it drops suddenly, slides into something softer. “Why do you have this?”

Yeah Eddie, why do you have it?

It’s a total accumulation of, let’s be real, two years of unrepentant pining. Two years of being a dick and going after easy girls because you were off limits in his own doctrine. Too good a friend to ruin the relationship, and too good a person to ruin with himself. It’s nights spent at the bookstore waiting for you to get off, watching with a burning in his gut as the dipshit college guy you work with tries to edge his way into a date. Blunts and cigarettes shared like kisses between lips he isn’t allowed to taste otherwise. It’s the grappling like two idiots fighting, breathless giggles and rough shoves that end in headlock hugs and usually him tapping out first, unable to stand being in your embrace if it isn’t for keeps.

“I…” the space in his room is somehow bigger than it’s ever been, leaving him adrift in the chaos of his things and your things and the too thin air that you’re somehow breathing in just fine. There’s a stutter in his chest where he’s not catching his breath, the familiar heat behind his eyes where the tears are trying to rush forward. “It’s just-fuck! It’s such a creep…move I know and I just didn’t want to l-let it go because it was a good night and-and a good picture and your hand…” he’d dropped his eyes to stare at your feet, unable to say his half-assed explanation to your face. “Your hand. On my leg.” Just a whisper. Swings his hand limply toward you. “I just, it was a nice thought.” His throat is tight and he’s afraid if you keep looking at him he might cry.

He’s watched you take enough steps forward so you’re practically toe to toe with him. In his peripheral he watches you toss the box behind you onto the bed, your other clutching the evidence lightly taps against his chest and rests there.

He looks up through his lashes and his hair, keeping his sight obscured like it’ll protect him from whatever you’re about to say.

“I can’t believe-“ you cut off with a laugh and a shake of your head, that small smile he thought he saw turning back up. “I feel so fucking stupid.”

Eddie’s stomach has disappeared along with the rest of his insides. There’s never been a real foundation of proof for him, just stolen glances he’s caught you in. That lingering look you’d give him, the way you’d hang onto him longer during a hug sometimes. Mostly just blind hope and his own low simmering ego to egg him on.

“Do you want to know what I did this morning?” He nods, he really does want to know. There’s the smallest drip of warmth trickling down his back with your words.

“I woke up and I thought about you. First thought of the day.” A deep breath and he can see the pink blooming up out of the collar of his shirt you’re wearing. “I thought about you and I felt so stupid after, for sitting in the dark and pretending that you’d ever-“ You stop yourself again and drop your eyes to stare at your hand on his chest.

“You thought about me?” He asks and you nod slowly. He’s got an idea about what that might mean. “Do you maybe also have a secret polaroid?”

A break in the tension and you take a step back, laughing. A real one he knows, warm and happy. The photo hits him in the chest where your hand just was, where you’ve just flicked it at him. “How long Eddie?”

“What?” He grabs for the photo but it flutters to the ground.

“How long have you liked me?” Your wide eyes and breathless question challenge him. When he doesn’t respond fast enough for you, you reach out and push his bangs away from his face, smoothing them back. His wispy armor is gone and with it, surprisingly, some of his fear. Your eyes are clear and waiting, smile still pulling at your lips.

“I don’t, I don’t have like, a date. Like, a-awhile.” Eddie stutters like he’s never spoken these words before. Nerves replacing fear when it starts to finally dawn on him: this isn’t going to end in flames.

The hand at his forehead slides down and rests on his cheek. He hasn’t taken a full breath in since you pushed his hair back, never mind now that your cradling his face, but the fear has been slowly melting off his shoulders while you’ve been staring at him and when your eyes trail down his face, it and the sudden nerves all just disappear.

He feels your fingers flex along his jaw and he finally takes that breath.

“I’m not reading this wrong am I?” Barely a whisper but he hears you. Shakes his head and opens his mouth to talk but you cut him off, just as quiet, “I don’t want us to make a mistake.”

“You think this’d be mistake?” The hurt leaks through without his meaning to.

“God no, Eddie I-“

There’s a bloom of confidence he hasn’t felt before, something that twist up through his ribs and around his spine. “Good.”

Reaching out for you feels natural. He’s reached out to you a hundred times before but he’s never slid his hands into your hair. Tucked them up behind your ears and pulled you in close, felt you gasp when he brushes his lips against yours. Your hands pull at his shirt where they’re both fisted in the thin material, keeping him close. When you push into him he feels your mouth open, tongue grazing along his bottom lip; white static across his thoughts.

It’s 10pm on a Thursday night and your kissing him in his room. Wearing his t-shirt and pushing him against the wall while your kissing him. He feels one of your hands flatten against his chest and his heart rockets off and your still kissing him. There’s your tongue again begging entrance and he yields, feels that barbell slide across his own tongue and he’s done for. It’s better than he could ever fantasize. He wants more of it but you just aren’t close enough. He grips at your hair to pull you in, to try and deepen the kiss but there’s no where else to go. You mumble something against his lips but he just swallows the sound and slides a hand down your back till he can get his fingers up under the hem of the shirt, palm laid flat against the small of your back.

“Eddie.” You sigh his name and he makes it a personal goal right then to get you to do it again. Your hands wander down his chest and he starts his own wandering down your neck, lips finding any open skin he can kiss. “Hold on, Eddie-“

“I’m not holding on for shit.” He says in between kisses. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for months.” Your laugh vibrates under his mouth and it makes his eyes roll. “Do you want me to stop?” He pauses under your ear, panting against you.

“No.” You sigh and shake your head, leaning into his hand still in your hair. “No I don’t.”

He spends a few more minutes pulling little sounds out of you that he’s filing away for later. Nipping at your skin when you run your hands under his shirt and push it up.

“Can I?” The question isn’t even finished before he pulls the shirt over his head and throws it behind you on the dresser. “Oh!” A giggle when he lays his hands back on you, hands rucking up your own shirt where he can run his palms over your midriff. There’s no finesse to his kisses anymore, just laying them wherever he can, anything to make you giggle again. He moves his hands higher, pushing your shirt up so he can finally see your tits again. It’s been a whole ass year since your wore your dress and he’s dreamt about this every day since. He kisses the tops of them and is mesmerized by the way they bounce back under his touch.

“Hello old friends.”

“Old friends?!” When you laugh they move with you and he has to force himself to look back up at you.

“Yeah, you saw the picture. We’re well acquainted.” He buries his face down in your cleavage and you hear him take a deep breath. “How do you always smell so good?” He’s layering kisses again and you’re trying to move around until you can pull your own shirt off. “Hey don’t rush this, I have this perfectly planned.”

“Oh, so you left the drawer open on purpose?”

“Absolutely, it’s been my months long plan.” He takes a step forward to force you back one. Eyebrows scrunched together he scoffs, “I almost let you catch me for a while and then it happens by mistakeand I act like it’s the biggest fuck up ever and now I’ve got you shirtless. Listen, I plan campaigns babe. You know I can write ten steps ahead.” He’s walking you backwards till your legs hit his bed, fingers holding onto your belt loops to keep you close.

“Eddie?” You hook your fingers into the waistband of his flannel pants, pulling down till they shift off his hips.

“What?” He’s distracted by your fingers sliding around his hips.

“You’re so full of shit.” He laughs when steps out of his pants and sees you look down, an immediate tilt to your head. Your fingers still against his skin, skimming the elastic of his boxers but he knows you’re staring at the growing bulge. The clever remark he had ready dies in the back of his throat when he hears the quiet ‘hmm’, watches your tongue poke out to swipe across your lips.

“If you keep staring I’m gonna get self conscious.” One hand covers his mouth to muffle the end of his sentence while the other lightly rubs up against his dick through the thin cotton. Somehow he stays upright, mouth falling open under your hand to pant against your palm.

“You got any other surprises for me Munson?”

Are you talking to him? He can’t get a braincell to function with the heat of your hand pressed against him, barely moving at all. The button on your jeans is about all he can fathom, getting them opened and remembering how a zipper works is next. Your breath bouncing off of his chest makes him shiver and kind of brings some of his brain back up and running.

“I uh, I got a few tricks up my sleeve.” He tips you back till you sit and he follows close, making you lay down. You laugh when your back hits the bed and you keep laughing, body shaking as he works your jeans down your legs.

“What’s so funny, giggles?”

“I’m just…this is the first time I’ve had sex in a bed.”

Eddie stops moving and looks up at you from your feet. “I’m sorry, what?” He hopes he’s just hearing wrong, on account of his brain short circuiting a moment ago.

“Yeah, it’s just always been in the back of cars.” You say it so flippantly, like it’s just a thing that happened to you. “I mean, It’s whatever. I just realized no one’s ever pushed me back on a bed before.” Your grin is hazy when you look down your body at him but he’s stone sober now. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to any of those assholes and he knows it. You’re the best thing to happen to him, and somehow you’ve gone this long with shitty car hookups.

“No.” He shakes his head and pulls your jeans off fully. Slides your socks off and tosses them in the pile of your clothes. “You’re lying, please tell me your lying.”

“I’m not! There’s so much more room!” You wave your arms next to you like you’re making a snow angle in his sheets. You sit up quick, bracing yourself on one hand to reach behind yourself to undo your bra when he stops you.

“You don’t have to do that, I can help.” He’s crowded up against your legs where you’ve dropped them both sideways.

“I know that, I was just making it easier.” His face must drop because you huff at him. “Look, I’m not stupid Eddie. I just, haven’t had the best track record I guess. I just assumed-“

“That I was gonna be like the other guys.”

You shrug. “Yeah, Hawkin’s finest. You know.”

That’s a little bit of a blow, he won’t lie, but watching you slam up your walls when they’ve been nonexistent all night makes him switch tactics.

“You deserve better than that.” He swings his legs to the side so he can lean over you, one arm braced against your hip, the other tilting your chin to look at him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you pout before, your bottom lip sticking out pink and wet and he wants to bite it. “I’m serious.” He leans in close, lips brushing yours. “Can I be nice to you?” He whispers against you and your face flushes immediately, eyes darting down to stare at the bed. He can’t stop the grin spreading across his face, delighted with how flustered you get.

“I-you’re always nice.” You mumble, chin fighting to get away from his hand holding you still.

“I can be nicer.” He closes the small gap and kisses you again, still holding your chin. He can feel your breathing speed up when it ghosts over his cheek where you’re nose is pressed. When he’s certain you won’t pull away he moves his hand to your back, unhooking the clasps one by one. Eddie pulls back to look at you properly, fingers lightly pulling the straps down your arms. “Can I?”

“You don’t have to ask.” You say, still nodding your head at him anyways.

“It’s good manners.” He says simply, wiggling your bra off of you, tossing it to join the growing pile. You’ve shifted back to your elbows, further away from him but giving him a better view. None of his fantasies are measuring up to real life. Just watching the way your tits lay when you shift has him practically drooling. He runs a fingertip from between them and down to your navel, marveling at the softness of your skin. Runs that same fingertip over to a hip and you jump just a little. “Ticklish?”

“Maybe.” Your voice is wobbly, chest rising and falling faster. He lays his palm flat against your stomach and runs it up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast and you sigh, letting your head fall back between your shoulders.

“You are so fucking pretty.” Eddie means it. Even before all the crushing and jealously he could see it. With your head back he can watch the blush creep down your chest and he marvels at that too.

“Eddie you can’t just say shit like that.” You sound strained from the angle your at. He runs his thumb under the swell of your breast again just to watch you shudder.

“What, that your pretty?” He leans down to place a kiss on your chest, can feel your heartbeat tick up faster. He’s only got so much restraint before he grabs you up into his lap but he’s trying hard to be a gentleman about it. You deserve that much for your first time. Well, not overall but with him? Eddie’s determined to make you forget about every other guy who’s even looked at you.

“Look at me.” He’s dropping kisses along your collarbone trying to get you to lift your head up. His hands have been itching to grab your tits but he wants you to stop being shy for a minute. “Please.” He’s trying to kiss up your neck when you finally lift your head. “Can you scoot up for me?” He asks and you oblige. As soon as your head hits his pillow he’s leaned back, pulling your knees back up so he wedge himself between them. He grabs your hand and pulls it up to kiss your open palm and you close your fingers around his cheeks, making him laugh.

“Will you stop being cute and just touch me?”

“How?” He kisses down your wrist, watching you get more flustered.

“I don’t know, whatever you normally do?”

“No, that was with them, they don’t matter anymore.” He makes it to the crook of your elbow before he lets go and crawls over the top of you, getting in your face to stare you down. “What’d you think about this morning, hm?” He’s keeping track of all the little whimpers your making, the way you bite your lip when he makes you nervous. You won’t meet his eye so he follows your line of sight and you huff at him.

“Stuff, Eddie. Oh my god.” You cover your face with your hands and he thinks he can feel the heat radiating off of you. It’s driving him crazy in the best way, he doesn’t think he’s ever had this effect on anyone before.

“Aw c’mon. Tell me.” He kisses each finger before moving down to your knuckles and honestly, he just can’t help himself anymore when he brings a hand up to knead at your tits, a quick pinch of a hardened nipple and you gasp into your hands. “Was it this?” He pinches again and you wiggle under him, hips jumping up against him and he drops his head. You’re hot everywhere, and the core of you pressed up against him through his boxers is going to do him in if he’s not careful. “If you don’t tell me I’m gonna have to guess and this could be a long night.” He rolls his hips into you to try to get his point across and to try to get some relief.

“Is that such a bad thing?” You ask, pulling your hands down to just cover your mouth. Your eyes are wide and glassy, pupils big and dark.

“No, but I want to know what I do in these dreams of yours.” He moves back to your neck to make a path to your chest where he laps at your nipple. “Something like this?” He asks before wrapping his lips around and sucking, tongue flicking over sensitive skin. You arch your chest up and there’s a laugh caught in your moan. He moves over to your other side, nipping at you before mouthing at your other nipple, hand teasing at your hip. He snaps your underwear against you and you let out a quiet ‘ow’ and try to swat at his hand. “Or was I somewhere else?” His fingertips graze under the band and inch down. Your knees pull up tight around him and he’s so close to saying fuck it to his own game.

“You were-fuck Eddie, you were going down on me.” You get so quiet, the one hand still on your mouth muffling your voice.

“Oh?” He lets your nipple go with a wet sound, big grin already set in place.

“If your gonna make fun of me…”

“Absolutely not.”

You watch him over your hand place a scattering of kisses down till he hits your underwear, giving you one last questioning look before he hooks his fingers in and pulls them down. You’re also starting to feel a little self conscious when you realize he hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

Payback

“Ed.” He just runs his hands up your legs, big palms warm against your thighs. He pulls your knees out a little further before leaning down and re-situating himself between your thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses along the inside. You’re torn between wanting to watch him and wanting to cover your face in embarrassment when he makes the decision for you, pulling at your elbow to drag your hand down to his head. He’s got that lazy smirk on his face and you can feel his breath skipping across too sensitive skin.

“Give you something to hold on to.” You want to laugh but he’s too quick, fingers moving in to hold you open for him. Your head drops into the pillow when he licks a broad tongue from your center right up to your clit, your back arching up and Eddie’s laugh vibrates through you.

“Oh fuck.”

“I haven’t even started yet.” You can hear the proud smirk in his voice and if you’d like to say something smart back you won’t, too focused on his mouth working you over. His tongue is soft, even when he points it, uses it to prod at your opening and you forget any remarks you might have had for him.

“Eddie.” You pull at his hair when he wraps his lips around your clit and he groans. You’re stuck concentrating on his mouth until he slides one finger in and you choke on a gasp. He pulls his mouth away and lays his head against your leg, watching you from under his wet hair.

“Is this what you thought about?” He can see you nod into the pillow, hand twisted next to your head in the fabric while he pumps his hand slowly.

“It’s what I thought about.” He hooks his finger up, trying to find that soft spot to make you melt. “I think about it all the time.” The grip on your thigh is tight, keeping it close against his cheek. “Ever since you told me about those shitty dates.”

“Seriously?” You lift your head, eyes half lidded and face scrunched up.

“I should have nutted up and said something. They didn’t deserve you.” He pulls his finger out and you watch him suck it into his mouth, watch his eyes roll in his head. You groan and he adds his middle finger before he pulls his hand out, spit slick fingers running up over your clit, teasing you before he slides both back in. He leans in to run his tongue through your folds, watching you from under his lashes while you wriggle around and clutch at the pillow. The hand in his hair grips tighter and your legs squeeze up around his ears and he’s surrounded by you, the low chanting of his name keeping him planted in place. He finally finds that spot, feels you shudder under him before you moan, tilting your hips up to chase his touch.

“Eddie Eddie Eddie fuck!” You keep rolling your hips against his face and he can’t help himself. He’s been pathetically rutting into the mattress listening to you whine and he can’t take it anymore. He taps under your thigh to get your attention, really gets it when he fully pulls away and you look down at him all concerned. “Why are you stopping?”

“Good reason.” He stands up and pulls off his boxers, rooting around his nightstand for the condoms he knows are in there. He’s oblivious to you on the bed, sitting all the way up now and staring. Of course they’re not where he left them, instead tucked behind his lamp but he grabs one and climbs back on the bed before he realizes what he’s done. “Oh.” Eddie feels his face heat up when he looks down at himself. “I probably should have done that better.” He’s expecting you to laugh or sigh or say something witty but you just snatch the foil out of his hand and tear it open. You only pause for second before wrapping your hand around him and he’s positive this isn’t going to last as long as he’d hopped. When you roll the condom down he hisses and drops, head falling into your shoulder.

“You okay champ?”

He just nods and whines when you give him a few easy strokes, watching your hand move up and down his cock. You’re so much more gentle with him than he is with himself. Eyes half open and mouth hanging he’s sure he looks fucking stupid but he doesn’t care, doesn’t want you to stop touching him. When you scoot closer and pull his face up it takes him a moment to realize you’re kissing him, for him to react and do something.

“C’mere.” He shakes out of his haze enough to move back between your knees, pulling your hips so your ass is flush against his thighs. He pulls your leg up to hook over his hip, placing a quick kiss on your knee before lining himself up. He rubs the tip of cock against you, catching on your clit twice and making you whimper.

“Please Ed.” He doesn’t need to be begged twice, grabs the base of his dick and sinks in slow. Sees your breath catch and your eyes roll, “Oh fuck it.” He bottoms out, can feel you clenching around him tight and hot and gasping and laughing and he looses all composure. Fingers dug into your leg wrapped around him he snaps his hips back and into you, punching out a sharp peal of laughter. He does it again, loves the way he can hear the choked off gasp in your throat. When he picks up his pace you grab at the sheets, twisting them up off his bed.

“Fucking th-thank you-u!” It’s stuttered out between thrust, your face flushed and twisted up in a smile.

“You know how many times I thought about this?” He has to talk, if he doesn’t talk he’s going to blow his load and he refuses to let your first time together end before a full minute passes. “Every time I looked at that picture I thought about it. I should have fucked you in that bathroom.” Your nails scratch at his thigh where they try to find purchase. “All the rides out to the lake oh fuck- I should have done this sooner, yeah?” He licks his thumb before bringing it down on your clit, running tight circles around it. Your back arches off the bed and he feels you clench around him. “Is that it? Right there-ohmygod.” It almost sounds like you’re crying his name just before you come, nails digging into his thigh when it crashes into you. He watches you tense up and then collapse against the bed, pliant under him where he starts to loose his rhythm. The heat that reached up fast burns up his spine while he watches you revel in your aftershocks, already trying to grab him down to you. The hazy look in your eyes and that grin you’re flashing him send him over the edge, burying himself with a deep groan, your name scattered between curses. He’s whited out until he can catch his breath, gripping your thigh until he can see straight. In the distant ringing in his ears he can hear your giggle under him, soft like the hands trying to pull him closer.

“Hey.” Your eyes find his in his own haze, slowly coming back down to earth. “Come here.” Gentle tugs to get him to lay down but he shakes his head, asks for minute. He pulls out to get rid of the condom and disappears into the bathroom for minute, leaving you to roll around his bed. When he comes back he turns off his light. Sees that you’ve pulled the blankets up under your chin, one finger poking out to beckon him back in. “I’m cold.”

Eddie would like to pinch himself just to make sure this is real. In all of his imaginings he never let himself have this part. The sex was easy to think about but this hurt too much to ever linger on. He finds his pants first before crawling back into bed, snaking a hand around your middle and pulling you into him. He wedges his nose up under your jaw and hums, leaving a few soft kisses in his wake.

“Are you always this cuddly?”

“I don’t normally get to cuddle.” You’re both quiet in the dark, hushed tones under the blankets.

“Huh.” Your fingers tangle up in his hair, nails lightly scratching over his scalp. It sends a deep shiver down his spine and he has a split second where he feels like crying. “Their loss.” He feels the kiss you leave on his forehead and just buries his head further into your neck. You smell like you always do, sweet and deep and now a little like him. He drifts off without meaning to.

It’s not daylight yet, but his room is lighter. There’s no alarm clock going off next to his head so he looks around, trying to find whatever it is that pulled him out of his warm cocoon.

Bleary vision in the dark, he can barely make out your form jumping quietly into your jeans. He’s peering at you from under the covers, watching you get dressed. You stop mid jump to pick something up, staring at it before padding over to his dresser and tucking it into his mirror. He’s basically awake when you turn to open his door and he quietly asks you where you’re going.

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” You clutch you chest and try to search through the dark for his eyes, finally see him when he pulls the sheets back a bit.

“Seriously, where are you goin’?”

“It’s almost 5. I figured Wayne was gonna be home soon so I cleaned up the living room and like, I didn’t know if I should hang around?”

“You sleep over here all the time.” He slides a hand out from under the covers to make a grabby hand at you. “He won’t care.”

“Well I mean, I’m not usually naked in your bed dude.”

“Then leave your shirt on.” Eddie doesn’t understand what you’re not understanding. “I mean it, Wayne isn’t gonna care. If anything he’ll be happy I stopped bitching about you.”

“You bitch about me?”

“No, I bitched about not having you. There’s a difference. Now come here, I’m cold.” He lifts the blankets up quick, making a sweeping motion for you to get back in. “Plus, he won’t say anything unless you do. He likes you too much to embarrass you.” You’re out of your jeans again and crawling over him, trying to avoid kneeing him.

“Aww, he likes me?”

“Well I like you too.” You’re barely settled before he’s wrapped around you, leg hitched over your thighs and pinning you down. “What’s that get me?” He’s nosing along your jaw again.

“Depends what you’re looking for.”

“Mm. Concert tickets to see Ozzy in Indy.”

“Oh that’s a big ask.”

“I see. How about a kiss?” He pulls back to smile lazily up at you.

“I can do that.”

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Two going on three (Lewis Hamilton)

Note: english is not my first language and this is really long and I don't know how I feel about it

As always, any knowledge here that is more detailed it's from what I've learnt over the years

Feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: mentions of pregnancy symptoms (tiredness, sickness, no period)

As you slowly rolled to the other side of the bed, you felt the cold and empty space. Lewis was out of bed early on this monday morning, you vaguely remember him mentioning a meeting in the factory, leaving you cuddled up in the sheets until now, enjoying the morning off.

Getting up and heading to the bathroom to start getting ready, you went over your plan for the day: a lunch meeting, appointments all afternoon and then back home. Seemed simple enough, something you were used to and, quite frankly, it was even lighter than some of the days you tend to have. Getting dressed in a pair of black jeans and tucking a t-shirt in, you opened your bedroom door and made your way downstairs, hearing dog's feet's patter on the floor, "Hi baby, hi Roscoe, did you have a good sleep?", you greeted him as you scratched between his ears.

Checking if he had already been outside and fed, you went to make your own breakfast and prepare your packed lunch. After eating and gathering everything you needed for the day, you petted Roscoe one last time and left the house heading to work.

"Hi Anne, good morning, any changes today?", you asked your receptionist, "Hi Y/N, good morning. Yes, Mr. Philips had to cancel because his grandaughter caught some bug in kindergarten but I remembered Hailey said if there was an opening earlier she would prefer it so I rescheduled it. If nothing urgent shows up, we might be able to go home earlier", she smiled, before grabbing her lunch and heading with you to where you usually eat your lunch together with the rest of your colleagues.

As they were discussing the latest news, you spaced out for a little bit, grabbing your fork absentmindedly as you took your food to your mouth, only responding after someone called your name, "Yes, but that weekend I'm not here, GP is in Europe so it's easier for me to go", you replied to some plan they were trying to book, "Oh okay, that's what this is. I saw that you were not in and it just said 'GP' and I didn't know what it was, sorry for that", a new member said, "Oh it's fine, no worries", you replied.

After briefly discussing a little bit more, you all heard to your offices and got to work.

As you arrived home, Roscoe was first to greet you at the door, going around your legs excitedly, "look at you so excited, I don't think you have ever been this happy to see me", you said, feeling a pair of arms grabbing you from behind, "Hi, my love", Lewis said placing a kiss on your neck. "Hi bubs, how was your day?", you replied after setting your shoes down and hanging your coat.

You both moved to the kitchen as you went on about your days, wrinkling your nose at the smell that came from the familiar dinner Lewis apparently started cooking, "I thought I'd get started on dinner, the rice just needs a little bit more time and it's done. You can go upstairs and change into your comfies if you want", he said as he grabbed a last piece of cutlery that was missing on the table. You went to peck his lips before going upstairs to change, Roscoe right behind you.

After changing and heading downstairs, you helped Lewis carry the pots to the table and, with a yawn, sat in your places and began eating, falling in a comfortable conversation about the weekend ahead, the plans consisting in visiting his family for the weekend to catch up with everyone.

Getting up and tidying the kitchen, Lewis left you wiping the counter to go have a shower before bed, not before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Locking up and making sure everything was ready for the next day, you made your way upstairs as Lewis was exiting the en suite bathroom in just a towell wrapped around his hips, leaving you to do your night routine so you both could get into bed.

As you were fluffing your pillow and opening the sheets to get in bed, "Darling", Lewis called, gulping and catching your attention, "We said that we would never go to bed angry at eachother and-, shit, is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?", Lewis asked making you turn your face to him and notice his eyes blinking at you rapidly. "What? No, my love, no. What makes you think that?", you said softly, stretching a hand to test waters, the affection welcomed by him as he laced your fingers with his, "It's just, you haven't said much since dinner, and you didn't even like it because I noticed you scrunching you nose, I noticed it, and yeah, I was just wondering if I did something to upset you and - oh no, no, no tears darling", and only when he ran his thumbs over your cheeks did you notice that you were crying. "Am I crying? My goodness... I'm not upset with anything, you've been anything but wonderful to me, as always. I guess I'm just tired, today was a busy day at work, despite not even doing a full day... but I promise you nothing's wrong with us", you cupped his cheek with your hand, "I'm sorry I lead you to belive that, I'm sorry baby", you apologised, "It's okay, I'm glad we worked that out. Come here for a cuddle", he said settling himself in his spot and opening his arms so you could nestle yourself in his chest. You both stayed like that for a bit, peppering kisses in his chest as he traced random shapes on your uncovered shoulders until you fell asleep.

It was 3 am on Wednesday when you woke up to a weird taste in your mouth, you couldn't really pinpoint it, but it wasn't really pleasant, and when a sudden gush came up your throat, you quickly got out of bed and threw it all up on the toilet, "Hey,", you heard Lewis' groggy voice filled with sleep, "It's alright now", he said as he rubbed your back soothingly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. When you felt better, you held his arm to help you push yourself up, as did he from his crouched position, flickering on the soft mirror lights so you could wash your mouth and splash your face with some water, "I think it might have been the sandwich I had at work today, Sally brought them in and they had a funny smell but they tasted really good so yeah, I had them, probably not the best idea", you retorted, smiling a bit in hopes of erasing the frown that was on your husband's face, "probably not, feeling better darling? Do you want anything?", Lewis asked you through the mirror, "some cuddles would be great", you said as your arms circled his waist and you both got back into bed.

Friday afternoon rolled around and you were packing for the weekend, grabbing a few things that were left on the dresser so you'd only need to put in chargers tomorrow before leaving, "what are you doing, buddy? Do you need to go outside?", you asked Roscoe because he kept nudging his nose on your leg. Walking downstairs, you opened the door to the garden so he could go outside but it didn't seem like it was what he wanted, you gave him food and water and he still didn't change his stance, always following you around. "Alright then, seems like you just want some cuddles then", you said to him as you sat down on the sofa waiting for your husband to come back from the factory, the dog immediately got up on the sofa after you placed a blanket on your legs, settling his head on your lap, bumping his nose in your arm until you finally lifted it so he could rest his head where he wanted it. Accepting that he was needier and cuddlier today, you paid no more attention to the situation than it needed. It was when you got up to use the bathroom after a nauseous feeling that he was quick to follow you there, sat right beside you as you emptied your stomach. Getting up to brush your teeth, you turned to the dog "this", pointing to the area around you, "is between you and me Roscoe, okay? No telling on me", as he got back into your side and rubbed his side on your leg, "thank you for being my shadow today", you said while scratching his ears.

The trip to his mum's was going smoothly when you were in the motorway, pretty much all straight ahead, and it was only when you started driving in more local roads that nausea came back, "I think it's just the turns", you replied, noticing Lewis' concerned expression, splitting his attention between you and the road. Drinking a bit of water hoping it would pass, "to think my husband drives cars so much faster than this and anytime you do a turn today I'm this woozy", you giggled, "we're almost at mum's, darling, not long now", he confirmed as he made what you recognised what the turn to his mum's street, noticing the familiar cars all parked outside.

"Oh, I've missed you both so much", Carmen welcomed you and her son into her house, hugging you both, "Hi mum, just going to get our bags and Roscoe out of the car and I'll be right with you", Lewis said before going to the boot to collect your belongings. "Hi, how are you? Thanks again for the invite, it's going to be nice just spending some family time", you hugged your mother in law as she hugged back, "all good darling, yes, I think it will do everyone good. We were all in the living room waiting for you, come on in", she urged the both of you inside to meet the rest of the family.

Catching up with everyone for a little bit, Willow, Lewis' niece had enough of 'boring adult conversations' and started playing with Roscoe by your feet, "Can I go play outside with him?", she asked. "What a lovely idea bug, today is a wonderful day to be outside", said Carmen as you all moved to the outside area, enjoying the nice warm weather and clean skies you were presented with.

Roscoe was following Willow along and a quick glance around him prompted him to look for you, turning on his paws and running to where you were about to sit down, "do you want me to play with you and Willow, buddy?", you asked him, excusing yourself as you followed Willoe back to a nice area where you could sit on the edge of a beautiful flower bed Carmen had in her garden, playing thow the ball with Roscoe while maling flower crowns wirh the little girl, teaching her how to split the stems and thread them along. It wasn't long before you started feeling sluggish and tired, and luckily you heard your names being called for some snacks, prompting the three of you to head back to the outside lounging area.

"Did you guys have fun?", Lewis' asked his niece as you sat down next to him, "Yeah, we made these flower crowns and bracelets, auntie Y/N, show him yours!", she asked as you stretched your arm to show the white and yellow flowers around your wrist, "Wow Willow, they're so pretty. I think I want one of those as well", he complimented. "After snacks we can go make one for you, right?", she looked at you, "Sure bug, let's just eat and rest up a bit and then we can go!", you replied. As everyone munched on the different snacks you leaned on Lewis' side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you honestly just wanted to rest your eyes up a bit, but ended up falling asleep.

"Auntie Y/N, can we go now?", Willow called, "Shhh baby, auntie's asleep now, maybe later? Or we can go with you?", one of the other adults said and after cleaning up, only Lewis and his mom were left in the sofa outside.

"You two are so cute, I still can't handle it", she gushed as she noticed how you had cuddled more into Lewis and how he was gently running his hand on your arm, "She's been really tired recently, work has been keeping her busy with new cases and stuff. She's been sick a bit too, bless her, the other day all of her colleagues had the same food and she was the only one that got nauseous from it, she spent the next day just having tea and biscuits because her stomach wasn't taking anything else", he said as he placed a kiss on your forehead, "and I've been trying to help around the house as much as I can, but I still worry something's up", he confessed his worries to his mother, "she seems to have her loyal and trusty friend with her", she said while petting Roscoe, "yeah, this one never leaves her side", remembering the times where he followed you like a little shadow, even when he wanted to play with him or how Roscoe had done the same with Willow.

"I don't want to be TMI but, are you guys having a baby? Maybe you don't want to tell everyone just yet but-", Carmen said and Lewis stopped in his tracks, "I- I don't know", he replied. You usually had really bad periods and you hadn't said anything in the past weeks, and thinking about it, everything added up, the sickness, the tiredness.

"You know, they say dogs can sense that their owners are expecting a baby, they grow even more protective and are always beside them", Carmen recalled a book she had read, "Whatever it is, you can count on me", she patted her son's thigh as she got up to join the rest of the family, leaving Lewis to process the information.

You had been trying for a bit, just going with the flow of the situation and not wanting to put pressure on either of you to conceive. When it happened it happened. Seeming like you sensed the turmoil in your husband's head, you started moving, slowly waking up from your nap, "well hello you", he said as you stiffled a yawn, "did I really fall asleep? Wow, I'm getting old", you giggled as you arranged yourself in a better position. "Actually, there's something I need to tell you", he said in a serious tone, making you straighten up your back, also realising you were alone, "when did you have your last period?", he asked. "Last month, I should be getting it by these days actually, but mine is never regular so...", you replied, "I was here with mom and the symptoms you've had, they all add up for pregnancy and it got me thinking for a bit...", Lewis said looking into your eyes.

"Do you think so?", you were just now clocking everything and the symptoms were there, it could really be a pregnancy, "I don't want to get our hopes up, or making you take a test and it be negative and make you upset bu-", you interrupted Lewis, "No, no, I should go and get a test and see if I'm pregnant. We're bound to get negative results so yeah.. if it's negative, we keep trying... and maybe I'll pop to the doctor's office to see what this is because I can't keep taking naps like this everyday", you giggled, laying back against his chest.

"And what if it's positive?", he asked, "if it's positive then we also go to the doctors to see about it, and I can finally tell Susie that she can get me the Mercedes baby onesie she is always trying to give me, because I said I would only accept it when we got pregnant", you replied, "So, should we go and find a pharmacy to buy it?", he asked, getting the both of you up so you could make your way out.

Buying what you needed and getting back home, you were both in the bathroom, a timer set on his phone and the tests facing the counter on the sink, "do you think you're gonna be a big brother Roscoe?", he asked the dog who immediately followed you everywhere when he noticed you were back.

The timer beeped, "I love you no matter what, okay?", Lewis mumbled into your joint hands, kissing yours, you whispered "i love you" back to him and looked at the three tests you had in the sink. Three tests. Three of them stating that you were pregnant.

You looked at Lewis with teary eyes, "we're having a baby?", you questioned still not fulling believing it, you came in here just for a relaxing weekend and now you're two going on three.

Lewis nooded, pressing little kisses everywhere he could on your face before moving a very excited Roscoe a little bit away from your feet so he could kneel in front of you, lifting your top and pressing little kisses on your tummy that would soon grow into a bump, "We already love you so much little bean, so so so much".

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shibaraki · 2 years

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MY GOOD GIRL ┊ OIKAWA TOORU

tags: AFAB reader, established relationship, kink dynamics, sub oikawa tooru, soft dom reader (no title), leg humping, edging, explicit feminisation (character receiving; penis referred to as a clit, anus referred to as a pussy, called ‘good girl’ + ‘sweet girl’), tooru wears pretty underwear, pseudo oral sex (sucks the strap), anal fingering (character receiving), praise, brief desc. of domspace, pegging (reader wears the strap; referred to as ‘your cock’ a few times), aftercare

wc: 4.7k

You notice it as soon as he walks through the door. Shoulders rigid, the lower part of his face tucked away into his scarf. His eyes are cast to the floor, his cheekbones wind bitten and pink; the tip of his nose and his ears too, you were willing to bet.

He shuts it behind him with unnecessary force and the impact rackets throughout the apartment. The bag crossed over his chest hits the ground with a resounding thud as he removes his shoes, discarded carelessly in the genkan.

Some days left Tooru’s body tied in knots. Even after his post-game stretches he had still felt unnaturally wound up, as if he were a tightly coiled spring ready to snap. Clearly, this would be one of them.

“Tooru?” you call out to him from your spot on the sofa. Wrapped up in a long t-shirt, the hem bunched at your thighs where your legs bend. Chin resting atop your knees, you keep your sights set on the shadowed hallway. The brief silence that follows is unnerving.

“Baby?”

A soft grunt in reply. Tooru shuffles into the living room slowly, with a heavy gait. His jacket is wet. The stray damp ends of his hair cling to skin, having been caught in the sudden shower; some of the curls would always peek out from beneath his hood, no matter how often he brushed them back.

You untuck your legs, socked feet meeting the carpeted floor. Tooru remains rooted where he stands and watches your approach with wide, fretful eyes, brows drawn as his bottom lip juts into a pout. Reaching forward, you take his face into your hands.

His cheeks are cold under the heat of your palms. Slipping your fingers into his hair, you take the shell of his ear between your thumb and forefinger. You massage warmth into them gently. Tooru sighs under your touch, and it’s as if his whole body breathes with him as he lolls against the heel of your hand, pressing a kiss to your inner wrist.

“Bad day?” you murmur, brushing back his fringe and inhaling deeply. He smells like milk and honey shampoo. You linger there, lightly scratching his scalp. Tooru mumbles something inaudible in return, eyes fluttering at the sensation. It’s a look you recognise well.

Bleeding some firmness into your voice, you tell him, “Speak up, Tooru”.

“…Yeah,” he clears his throat and swallows, the column of his neck visibly bobbing. “I’m fine. Coach just sent me home early”.

You hum sympathetically, bringing his forehead down to touch yours. Back and forth, you nuzzle the tip of your noses together. “I’m sorry, love. If you like I can run you a bath so you can soak while I make us something to eat?”

Something flickers across his face. You watch it morph into what one might call desperation. Ducking his chin, if only to exaggerate the shape of his eyes as he peers up at you through his lashes. Barely an inch between your bodies, his arms slinking around your waist to keep you close, you could trace the dip of his cupids bow with your tongue.

“No,” he murmurs coyly. You feel a whisper of breath against your mouth. There’s a natural magnetism to Tooru that reels you in, an urge both insatiable and bottomless; you want to spoil him with affection, to soften the world's sharp edges and make it all a little easier.

A pleasant warmth curls in your chest. It diffuses through your veins like circuitry, zipping up the length of your spine as your lips slot together. He smells like fresh air and tastes like rain. You pluck the happy little mewl from his open mouth, licking languidly against his tongue. The fingers at your hips tighten their grip and force you closer to his front. His breathing shakes when you take him between your teeth, pulling back gently and letting go.

“Something else then?” you smile amusedly and turn against his cheek, kissing the shallow dimple there. “Want me to take care of you?”

After your many years together the implication was obvious. You always asked the question first; a fork in the path of your shared evening. He could lead you in any direction, but one in particular could only be led solely by you.

There is already a far off look in his eyes as he wets his lip. He smooths along the small of your back, fingers splayed and fidgeting precariously close to your ass, but knowing not to go any further. “Yeah. I want… I want you to take care of me,” he quietly admits.

“‘Kay. I can do that. But you have to do something for me first,” you lean back slightly to relish in the eagerness as he perks up, his expression flowering. “Go take a hot shower. Relax your muscles for a bit and clean yourself up. Wait for me in the bedroom when you’re finished”.

Tooru knows better than to complain. There was no need for brattiness when he already had your full attention. He acquiesces quickly, pecking the corner of your lips as his grip loosens around your frame. You watch with fond amusement while he stumbles down the hall to the bathroom.

Later, when you enter the bedroom it is to your boyfriend on his knees by the foot of the bed, his naked back beautifully straight, hands folded in over his bare lap and head bowed. There are still water droplets dripping from the saturated ends of his curls. Smiling in the face of his obedience, you set a bottle of water on the bedside table and take a seat before him on the edge of the mattress.

Wordlessly, you beckon him to come closer. The straps now secured around your pelvis tighten as you sit, cinching against your sex. Relief passes gently across his features, his brows drawn together as he expresses gratitude with equal silence. Shuffling on his knees, he settles himself between your open legs, gaze heavy on your cock.

He’s already hard. You could see it the moment you walked in, cock straining against the thin cotton of a pair of powder blue boyshorts as it peeks out the waistband. They’re seamless with white lace trim, a soft second skin and tight fitting, barely fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Tooru sighs happily, letting out a heaving breath as you gently card your fingers through his damp hair. You feel it, grazing warm along your inner thigh. He shuffles his knees a little closer, deliberately subtle, rutting against your foot.

“What do you want, baby?”

He whines. Such a soft, pretty sound — just like him. Glassy eyed and pliant at your feet, peering up at you through his damp lashes. You press harder between his legs.

“Want me to touch your clit, is that it?” he clings to the back of your calf when you rub the sole of your foot against his length. Pearly beads of precum leak from the tip, soaking into the fabric of his shorts. “Look at you. Already so wet for me”.

“Please,” he rasps, chasing the friction with a poorly restrained jerk of his hips. You lock your ankle, pulling it back, and he whimpers in complaint.

“Please what?”

The blood has rushed to the surface of his cheeks, his neck and chest. Pink blossoms beneath sun kissed skin, splotchy across his rounded pecs. His nipples are dark and perky, and you swallow the urge to bend at his level — to play with them.

“Want you to rub my clit,” he exhales, hands fisted by his thighs to keep himself from reaching for you, or touching himself without permission. His voice is thicker as he hastens to add, “Please”.

You voice how pleased you are with him, murmuring sweet praises in synchrony with the movement of your foot. He’s inexplicably lovely like this. Obscene. The culmination of temptation and desire, wrapped up in human flesh. Plush lips parted for shallow breaths as his abdomen clenches, the half hearted rhythm discarded the closer he gets to the crest.

The dark spot spreads wider across the front of his sweet blue boyshorts. You point your toes, tucking them against his balls with light pressure, causing his hips to stutter. Choking out a moan he grasps at your ankle, reflexively curling into himself. You hear frantic whispers of your name as you dip lower, behind, under.

“Are you enjoying this?”

He nods, open mouthed and drooling. The movement smears it across the skin of your thigh. His eyes are closed as in contentment, and you can make out the odd blonde eyelash against his cheek. You barely hear the small gasp of “Y—yes”.

Humming contemplatively, you press up against his perineum harder. Just a little, in what he perceives as warning. When he looks up at you with brows drawn woefully tight, you fix him with a loose smile. “Yeah? Then why aren’t you showing the proper appreciation?”

You’re enjoying yourself too, as his fingers sink into the fat of your calf, crowding closer to coil himself around your leg with a soft whimper. The swell of his cheek is squished against your knee as he rests his head, tilting it in an effort to soften your resolve.

“Please. I’m sorry,” he rasps, all doe eyed and pleading. “Feels so good. Thank you. Thank you—!”

With your foot trapped beneath him, all you can do is push forward. Gratitude catches in his throat, losing his voice. You feel a satisfying ache at the sound of his hazy, broken laughter. Combing your fingers over his crown, you grasp the back of his neck with a firm grip.

“Much better…” you muse warmly, tucking your thumb to the sensitive spot behind his ear. “Good girl, Tooru”.

His hips jump, pleasure trembling through him as he humps your leg. Every ragged breath, diction and note vibrating against the palm of your hand; eyes closing for a short moment, listening to the quiet build of his crescendo.

There’s no space left between. His clothed cock throbbing hot against your shin, the damp fabric clinging to skin. What a sight he is — thicker where he kneels, the little lace trim lost in the creases of his thighs but still lining his hips, stitched delicately like a paper chain of snowflakes.

You bend to his level, squeezing his nape as you cradle his jaw. A thin line of spit slips from the corner of his mouth. He always reacts so viscerally to your touch, as if it echoed inside him, a stone cast and rippling in rings. Your fingers twitch against his cheek, inundated with the urge to prod and pinch, to pull at his seams until he’s threadbare. “You’re so pretty, baby. Do you feel pretty?”

“M’pretty. All yours,” he murmurs, blinking away the haze clouding his eyes as his movements slow, gaze lingering heavily between your legs. Your brow lifts in an amused arch, relinquishing your hold on his jawline to wrap a hand around the cock strapped to your pelvis to stroke yourself. Tooru licks his lips.

“All mine, yeah?” you smile, sliding from his nape to his mouth, tracing over the pink swell of his wet bottom lip. Pillowy and soft. You wonder if he put his strawberry chapstick on before you came in.

“Then this sweet little mouth belongs to me, right?” he relaxes his jaw as you slide the pad of your thumb into his mouth, fingers curled beneath his chin as you pin his tongue. Saliva pools around his gums, glistening in the light.

He exhales a wanton moan that sounds suspiciously like a yes. Damp lashes fluttering, he closes his lips around you and gently begins to suck. It strums at the taut sensation in your belly and your hips twitch, the strap drawn over your sex relieving some of the ache.

You spread your knees wider, signaling him to come closer, “What do you do if you want to stop?”

Big, rough hands knead at your thighs as Tooru shuffles forward. Feverishly pawing at every inch of you, fingers clutching at your hips. He looks somewhat affronted by the distraction. “I say red, or I pinch you hard three times”.

“Good girl. Come here, get my dick nice and wet for me”.

You recline ever so slightly when he wraps his lips around your cock; gazes locked, his eyes seeking your approval. A round, pink ‘O’, stretching as he lowers further down the strap, taking you into the back of his mouth.

Tooru’s nails are blunt and neatly filed. The tip of his nose brushes your navel, grip bruising but never breaking skin. You watch his throat constrict as he gags, a hot stuttered breath fanning over your pelvis.

“Go easy, baby”.

You knot your fingers through his hair. It’s a little drier now, the softer strands by his temple forming tight ringlets, the smell of milk and honey still fresh in the warm air. The tension keeping him upright bleeds steadily from his bones until he is entirely malleable in your hands. There is a meaningful gleam in his eyes as he relaxes his jaw, tongue lolling out to swirl around the tip. You held the reins, and you forged the paths.

Slick, wet sounds fill the room. Your feet are planted flat to the floor, the weight of your upper body braced back onto one hand while the other keeps Tooru tethered. The rhythmic roll of your hips fucked your strap in and out of his mouth while he lapped indulgently at whatever you gave him. Sloppy as he sucks, a sheen of spit coating his chin and hollowed cheeks.

“There you go…”

You can feel yourself smiling. Something of a simper. There’s pride bubbling in the centre of your chest, giddiness buzzing quietly under your skin as you watch Tooru begin to sink into himself; into a fog that softened the harsh outer world like candle wax. Reality blurs, and he finds catharsis in your capable hands.

The canvas is pink. Pink, swollen lips. Pink rimmed eyes, pupils swallowing the iris. But there is also blue — a delicate outline of baby blue, darkening where his arousal dampens the fabric. His cock twitches as you touch the back of his throat once more, panting heavily through his nose.

He could cum like this, and he would if you let him. Your heart beats loud in your ears, movement dwindling into a shallow thrust. The moan building in his chest is wrung tight, whining at the change of pace.

“I know, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll let you cum soon,” gently, you guide him off your cock, cradling his cheeks as you bend. You press a long, chaste kiss to his forehead, leaving behind the wet impression of your lips. “I want you in the middle of our bed on all fours. Can you do that for me?”

The realisation shines bright in his eyes. “Yes,” he answered, coming out as a desperate croak. Shaky on his feet, Tooru stands with your hands entwined to brace his weight.

The mattress dips by your side as he climbs onto the bed. He settles on his knees and widens his stance, hands sliding toward the headboard as he lowers his upper body to the mattress. Ass up, spine beautifully bowed. Featherlight, you trace the tips of your fingers between his shoulder blades and create a winding path from the mole beneath his nape to the one below his ribs, to the faint dimples in his back.

You can see the muscles shift as he squirms, letting his body speak for him. His breathing stutters when you hook into the waistband of his snug boyshorts, toying with the lace. Lower, his cock hangs heavy between his thighs, held snug by the fabric.

Tantalisingly slow, you pull them down. Over the curve of his ass and further, past his knees and gentle, as you signal him to lift them. You discard them by the end of the bed, smoothing over his hips, feeling a rush of arousal pulse between your legs at the sound it pulls from him.

Thumbs nestled into the crease between his thigh and his ass, you spread him open. Anticipation visibly frissons across his skin. You watch as he clenches around the air, delivering an appreciative squeeze to his corded glutes.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Tooru,” you murmur, mouth curling as he pushes back against your touch, exaggerating the arch in his spine. “Pretty like the rest of you. Just look at you. All tight and pink. Think I can fit?”

“Y–yeah. God, want you to make it fit,” he groans, reply muffled by the pillow clutched between his arms. Again as an abrupt afterthought, “Please”.

You feign a sound of consideration, rising to trace the ring of muscle with a dry fingertip. Saliva pools beneath your tongue and between your teeth. You let a glob of it drizzle from your mouth, thick and heavy like honey, spreading it over his rim. Barely, you apply more pressure and he yields —

Tensing reflexively before forcing himself pliant. Slow, he opens up for you, stretching around your knuckle. Easily. You can hear his long, steady exhale; you can feel his body breathe.

“Feels like my sweet girl was playing with himself in the shower,” you comment lightly, pushing a little deeper, just a finger. “You’re impatient today”.

He’s always so warm. Eighty seven kilograms of hard earned muscle like putty in the palm of your hand. It’s overwhelming, and innately fulfilling. Tooru gives as much to you as you give to him. You squeeze his ass, kneading the muscle appreciatively, grinning at the diminutive plea that leaves his lips.

“You didn’t say not to. Wanted to be ready for you,” he admits. His shoulder blades pinch, the defined planes of his back rolling as he slides his arm from under the pillow. Elbow turning, hand overturned. He reaches down the bed and wriggles his fingers.

“…Missed you”.

Your lives, now entirely intertwined, had somehow become even busier than anticipated. Tooru liked you to bruise him a little, because it’d ache enough that he feels you throughout his day. A constant yet comforting reminder. There’s no room to think back on the last time you were truly able to do that for him.

An incendiary kindling of indelicate affection sparks in your belly; when you love him so much that you want to carve a permanent impression of yourself inside of him. You take his hand, curling around his fingers.

“You know I like to take my time with you, Tooru,” you scold gently as you lean in to nip at the curve of his ass. He tenses around you, cock neglected and twitching between his legs. Heat prickles across your scalp and the coil in your belly wrings tighter. “…But I’m feeling a little impatient today too”.

“Stay still,” you press a kiss to the bite mark left on his skin, loosening your grip on his hand and scooting to the edge of the bed to pry open the bedside table. You pick up the bottle of lube, overturning it in your hold. Half full.

Tooru does as you instruct. He hadn’t moved an inch in the short moment you’d turned away from him. Ass up in the air, exacerbating the curve in his lower spine, fingers fisted in the sheets. You peer over his shoulder and find his gaze obscured by hooded lids, locks of hair falling over his eyes. Open mouthed with drool dampening the pillowcase.

You squeeze a generous amount of lube in the shallow of your palm, stroking it along your cock. With the same hand you rub it against his entrance, the tip of your finger slipping inside him.

Again, you take him to the knuckle. Hooking into a come hither motion as you pump in and out of him, unable to keep your hands to yourself, groping the relaxed muscle of his thick thighs. There’s another mole here; hidden, only for you to know about.

He mumbles something inaudible, hips wiggling back into your touch. “What’s that, baby?” you feign ignorance, wrapping around his cock as you add a second finger. “Ah. Want me to play with your clit?”

Bearing down on the strap secured over your sex, reflexively seeking friction at the sound of his breathless groan. Yes, yes, yes. Tugging loosely on his cock, you ease him into the stretch. Bit by bit — his muscles flex around you, drawing you in deeper, clenching as you retract as if he were telling you to stay.

You pump in and out, spreading your fingers in a scissoring motion, a fluttering sensation in your stomach at the lewd squelch.“Hear that?” you grin, both hands working in tandem. “Listen at how sloppy you are. I think she’s missed me, too”.

“Fuck. Just—ah,” his body bows, pleasure quaking through him as you curl your fingers up and press. You circle teasingly around his prostate, cinching at the base of his cock to ward off the impending orgasm.

“Just what?”

The air stutters in his throat for a moment. Tooru writhes atop the bedsheets and insistently pushes the heels of his feet against the back of your thighs. It forces your hips closer, cock sliding over his ass.

“‘ve been good,” he slurs. His tongue rests on the edge of his teeth, as if it is too big for his mouth. “You said I was good”.

“You are, Tooru,” you lower your voice in a warm coo and bend awkwardly to kiss the faint dimples in his lower back. “My good girl. My sweet girl. You work so hard to be the best you can be”.

Your grin softens into a smile as the praise registers on his skin. Soft, light hair standing on end. The flush on his cheeks darkened. His eyes flicker to you, looming in his periphery. “Then why— why won’t you let me cum?”

“I will,” you’re still massaging his prostate with a barely there touch, gently coaxing him into bliss. “I know what you need, baby. Can you trust that I’ll do that for you?”

The brunette releases a small sound of surrender. It’s almost petulant, and you bite your inner cheek as you try not to laugh. “Need to hear you say it for me”.

“Trust you,” he murmurs after a beat of comfortable silence. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, “Love you”.

You inhale sharply, then. Carefully retracting your fingers, just so you can shape yourself to his back, trapping the strap between your nightshirt and his skin. You shorten the distance yourself, lessening the strain on his neck as he tilts up to meet you halfway, pulling him into a feverish kiss.

There is a hint of strawberry still lingering on his lips. You swallow his plaintive whine, feeding him with an endless verse of “I love you”. Tooru is tall, his torso long, broad at the shoulders and narrow at the hips. It’d be difficult to keep your mouth on him and fuck him at the same time.

Reaching under him, you cup his tits in your hand. They’re so malleable when they’re relaxed, so full. His ass grinds back into the cradle of your pelvis as you roll his nipple between your thumb and forefinger.

“M’gonna fuck you like this, yeah?” you rasp, pulling back a hairsbreadth. A string of saliva bows and snaps, wet against your chin. “Don’t think, baby. Just let me make you feel good”.

“Yeah…” when you sit back on your haunches, pulling your shirt over your head to line up the head of your strap, his reply is drawn thin; unraveling like thread from a spool and breathy with anticipation.

You press forward. Slowly, thumbs holding him open, you watch yourself push back the wet ring of muscle. He stretches around you, eagerly sucking you in.

Taking the small handles of fat either side of his hips, you hold him still. Tooru exhales when you instruct him to. His skin is warm against yours where your bodies connect. “Doing okay?”

“So full,” he shudders. Your thumbs stroke back and forth in a soothing motion. “…You can move”.

Pace kept reasonably languid, you gradually slide out of him until he’s kissing the tip. Locking in place and securing your hold, you drag Tooru back onto your cock, forcing a moan out of him. Like a puppet on strings, he relinquishes all control, wrapped up in a pleasant fog as you fuck him on the strap.

Aching. Your sex pulses but it doesn’t demand attention. Knees repositioned, your focus is entirely on finding the right angle, lip bitten in concentration. Rocking your weight forward and grinding up against him, you know you’ve found it when his body jolts.

“There you go,” repeating the same movement and deliberately hitting his prostate as he arches into you with a rough groan. “Taking me so well, Tooru. Like your pussy was made for me”.

“Fuck!” the room is hot, filled with the sharp sound of skin meeting skin again and again. Flooded with a rush of endorphins, each of your senses seems to sharpen. Tooru’s desperate moans roll over you like a warm mist. Like a frayed nerve, you can feel everything under your fingertips. Muscles shifting, heart racing, blood pumping.

“I’m gonna cum,” he chokes, clutching at the pillows with a white knuckle grip. Breathless laughter bubbles in your chest and you pull him back onto your cock with more force. “Fuck, fuck. Cumming, I’m cumming, I’m—!”

The air is sucked from his lungs, and there is a short moment of suspension where time seems to stop. Tooru breaches the surface with a relieved sob; muffled in the bedsheets as he grinds his hips back against you.

And then reality sets in. He slumps forward and you’re quick to right your grip, keeping him out of the wet patch. “Try to keep your hips up for me. There you go,” you slowly pull out and guide Tooru to the side of the bed and let him roll onto his back.

Gently, you brush the soft hair from his forehead. His chest is heaving with the effort of catching his breath. Hazy brown eyes struggle to stay open as he searches for you. “Good girl. You were incredible, Tooru,” you murmur, leaning down within his reach. “Here. I’m here, love”.

You are dragged into a long embrace. Heavy where they wrap around your back, his arms feel as if they are dead weight. “Did I tucker you out?” you ask with affection, still hyper aware of the used strap that is now sticking to your thigh.

He smacks his lips together, wrinkling the bridge of his nose. “You did beautifully,” you continue, ducking to kiss the creases away and forging a path to his cheek. His expression softens.

“That was… intense,” he mumbles.

“Bad or good?”

The corner of his mouth twitches, “So good”

“Mm, I guess you really needed it,” you take note of the satisfying ache emanating throughout your own body. Your heart settled and light. Quietly adding, “We both did”.

The bottled water calls to you. You should prop him up against the pillows soon. He’ll play limp and have you pamper him, and you’ll do it willingly. Helping him drink, cleaning him up, cocooning him in a soft blanket while you change the sheets.

For now, you wanted to stay in this intimate bubble a little longer. Rough fingertips dance along your spine before he lays his hand flat, pressing you impossibly closer. “Thank you,” you hear.

Tucking your lips to his temple as you cradle him against your collar, you reply, “And you”.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #im skim edited this idc its 5am ill go over it again tomorrow kasjlfja #this is extremely gratuitous. sorry

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sugolara · 4 months

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𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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They laid the map on top of the red car. They gathered around it, looking for a city they haven’t yet entered. What they needed was at least a month or two of supplies so they don’t have to keep scavenging every second.

“We split up.” Izuku proposed and pointed to the town they were near, “Three of us go here while the other three go to the one that's next to it. One group looks for food while the other looks for medical supplies.”

“No.” Eijiro shook her head, “We don’t need medical sup-”

“The hell are you talking about?” Katsuki looked at him, “You’re telling me that the community survives by not having any? What kind of dumb idea is that?”

“No, listen, we have a system.” They all looked as Denki as he spoke and raised four fingers, “One looks for food, that’s us. The second looks for medical supplies. The third looks for weapons. The fourth looks for other stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” F/n said, her arms being crossed.

Eijiro named a few, “Notebooks, books, jars, pencil, sign-”

“Miscellaneous.” Shoto said to which Eijiro nodded. “Exactly.”

“I still think we should go to different towns.” Izuku said, “Find what we can hold, what can fit in our cars.”

“At least we won’t waste time.” Shoto agreed.

“Nah.” F/n shook her head, “It does sound like an idea, but what happens if we run into trouble? Our weapons won’t last. We won’t be near, we won’t have help. One fall then the others will. It’s just a matter of time. Besides, why go far when we can just scavenge those around the same town.”

“And you think your idea is any better?” Katsuki retorted.

“I’m not hearing any other.” She looked at him, “We’re taking the safe option.”

“Maybe we should just stay together. If we think about it, we need someone to keep watch or assuming the store's door is broken someone’ll have to find something to barricade it. Then most of us will need to get rid of the dead.” Shoto proposed, “And if someone gets hurt we’ll need someone to carry that person along with the supplies.”

“You think someone might get hurt?” Katsuki scoffed at him, “What, do you have no fucking faith in us? You think we’re weak?”

“I’m stating the obvious.” Shoto glared at him, “We’ve gotten hurt many times and that was with just us four. We got two more now. It’s a bigger group.”

As the two argued, F/n nodded at Denki, “How many runs have you been on.”

“This’ll be our fourth.” He replied.

“Your fourth?” Izuku was a bit surprised, “Okay, wow. I figured you’d done this many times.”

“We have jobs.” Eijiro looked at the map, “We only took over because the last group died. They never made it back after their third run.”

F/n scratched her brow before letting out a sigh, “We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen and we should get going, we’re wasting daylight.”

The others nod and get into their vehicles. One by one following each other. Like last time, Eijiro and Katsuki stayed together with the red-head driving while the blonde took a nap. In the truck, Denki drove as he chatted with Izuku. Behind them, F/n drove with Shoto looking at the map again.

“Man, I'm so hungry.” Denki whined as his stomach rumbled, “I can’t wait to get home so I can eat a warm meal.”

Izuku, who looked out the window, hummed, “What’s it like? The community?”

“Well it’s big.” Denki smiled, “And there’s a lot of people but not enough to make it crowded, and there’s even a farm. We have warm showers-”

“Showers?” That caught Izuku’s attention.

“Yeah!” Denki chuckled, “I couldn’t believe it at first but almost everything works. Although, I still don’t know how it works, but it works. It’s almost like how it used to be. You guys will love it.”

“We’d love anything if it meant not staying out here for another long month.” He looked at the side mirror where the rusty red car was following them, “And with winter right around the corner, I doubt we’d even survive.”

Denki’s smile faltered, “We were lucky to have run into you guys.”

Izuku hummed.

They parked near the grocery store. It was big, like a warehouse, which relieved the group, but the open entrance gate didn’t and neither did the few dead walking by. However, the cars parked in the lot did help give them courage.

Izuku stabbed a dead before it could draw the others to them. He then placed it on the floor so the fall wouldn’t get the attention of the dead that’re near. Next to him, the others crouched beside a car as they quickly came up with a plan.

“You and you with me.” F/n pointed at Shoto and Izuku, “We push forward and avoid using guns. I’m in the middle and you two are by the sides.”

“Hold on, you’ll be taking more dead.” Eijiro pointed out.

“I’m faster.” She then continued, “You three will be behind and in case we miss one or one just happens to show up, Katsuki will take care of it. We want to avoid drawing noise that’s why me, Izuku and Shoto will go first.”

“So, I’m back up.” Katsuki rolled his eyes at that, “Me being in front other than Deku will go easier.”

“You’re back up and no one dies. Eijiro will get the gate while we get rid of the others.” She gave him a quick glare before looking at the others, “Ready?”

With a nod they proceed forward. Each of their knives punctured the rotter's skull. Since Shoto’s knife was beginning to get dull, it would get stuck every time he used it. He would kick the dead so the knife would get unstuck. He hated it and grunted when he shoved one away.

Izuku wiped some blood that had gotten on his cheek and groaned as it smeared. He quickly paid attention when a dead tried to sneak up on F/n. He grabbed it before it could get any closer. Its shirt ripped but he managed to stab it before it got away.

Her arm felt sore. Dead after dead, she would stab it harsher and pull away even harder. Her hands were covered in blood and her shirt began to get bloody as well. Just a few more steps and they would soon reach the doors.

She got a little farther ahead and took the last rotter before calling to the others. When they were all inside Eijiro quickly pulled the gate down which drew little noise while Denki began to help the others by using the back of his gun. F/n, Shoto and Izuku helped Katsuki get rid of the others inside.

One was held down by boxes as it laid on top of it. It grabbed F/n’s leg but she slammed her other foot down on the head until it was mushy. She sneered as it got on her shoes and maggots began to crawl out.

“Done!” Izuku yelled as took the last one near their section.

Katsuki sniffled and wiped his nose, “It’s huge there might be more further back. Creepy little shits are probably hiding.”

“We take sections then.” F/n proposed, “Together.”

Denki’s whistle caught their attention, “We hit the damn jackpot.”

Although it was messy and dusty there were many products. A lot. Probably more than it could fit in their vehicles. It made them all happy, that’s for sure. This could last for months, heck maybe a year. All they knew was that they didn’t need to venture out further. No more people missing and no more people dying.

#katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x y/n #katsuki x you #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #todoroki shoto x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari

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Just Another Day In Paradise

A part two to One Beer was requested and a few days ago this song came on in my playlist and I just felt like it was perfect for Bob and Reader’s little family. I hope the sweet anon who requested it likes it!

This is based on Phil Vassar’s song Just Another Day In Paradise

Happy friday y’all! @barbiewritesstuff thanks for editing bestie!

Bob’s eyes popped open, the first rays of sun shining through the window of your room rousing him from sleep. He rolled over, one arm searching the bed for you, but coming up empty. Lifting his head from the pillow, he looked around your small bedroom. When you weren’t to be found, he pulled himself out of bed.

He opened the door to your bedroom and cringed, the cacophony of noise coming from the rest of the house had been deadened by the closed bedroom door. He made his way down the hall to find Eddie, now six, sitting next to his little sister, Katie, now two. They were screaming at the TV, their little voices shrill for the early hour of the morning.

He rubbed Eddie’s head and pressed a kiss to Katie’s before moving into the kitchen. The phone was ringing on the counter, your mother calling, again. You had propped the front door open, leaving just the glass storm door between the dog and mailman. Ricky had been your idea, and as much as Bob insisted he didn’t like the mutt, you often caught him scratching him behind the ears and feeding him cheese sticks from the fridge.

At this moment though, Bob could do without the guard dog barking at the mailman, the large stack of mail the man was holding making Bob’s eyes widen comically behind his glasses. He made his way to you, your back turned to him as you washed up the dishes from breakfast.

“Good morning, baby,” he said into your ear, his hands wrapping around your waist, “How are you?” he added, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You shot him a tight smile and he could see that you were overwhelmed with the situation, “I’m alright love, did you sleep okay?”

“I did, but I wish you would have woken me up,” he said, “You are a wonderful momma but I know it's hard in the morning with both of them.”

“We are doin’ alright Robby,” you said, your still tight smile on your face, “But if you don’t get in the shower now, you’re going to be late for work.”

Bob checked the time and realized you were right, he only had thirty minutes to get showered and ready before he had to leave. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before his arms dropped away from your hips.

“Come on buddy!” he called out to Eddie, “Time to shower!”

You watched as your little boy followed his father into the bathroom. It might be strange to some, but bathing your kids was easy when you also had to bathe yourself, and if it saved you twenty minutes in the morning, then who cared how it got done?

While Bob was showering, you finished cleaning up the kitchen as best you could while chasing a two year old around. Katie was everything you had wanted in your little girl, and Bob had been so happy when she was born. While Eddie looked like Bob to a T, Katie had more of your features, her hair was pin straight, and her eyes were a bright green. Her mind was all her father, even at two she was one of the smartest little kids you had ever met.

Just as you finished changing a load of laundry over, Bob reappeared in the kitchen, him and Eddie both clean and smiling behind their glasses. You slammed the front of the washer closed before turning on another cycle. The number of loads of laundry you did a week never seemed to slow down, you almost felt bad for the poor thing.

As you gathered the kids for school, you watched as Bob brought the gallon of milk you had in the fridge up to his lips. Before you could warn him about its state, he took a sip, his face immediately contorting into a grimace. You covered your mouth with your hand, the laugh you were holding in trying to escape your control. Bob let out a cough and looked at you, when your eyes met, you could hold it back no longer, and a fit of giggles left your mouth.

“Somethin’ funny?” he asked, a smile on his face as he put the milk back in the fridge.

You shook your head as you approached him, “Just my wonderful husband.”

Just as he pulled you into a quick hug, the washer’s buzzer sounded out, its cycle stopped just into the main wash and a red light flashing on the display. You leaned your head back and let out a groan, “Damn thing, I need those scrubs for my shift tomorrow,” you said, frustration evident in your voice.

“I promise I’ll fix it tonight,” Bob said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Along with all the other shit that keeps breaking in this house.”

You gave him a smile and let out a sigh, “Just another day in paradise, huh?”

“There’s no place I’d rather be,” he said before pressing a kiss to your lips, “See you tonight darlin’.”

You watched as he gave Eddie and Katie kisses goodbye before he headed out the door, the sound of his car starting and pulling out of the driveway enough to make you already miss him.

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Bob glanced up at the clock, the babysitter had been here for almost an hour and you were nowhere to be seen. He could hear her playing with the kids in the living room as he tried to call you one more time. Checking his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, he realized that you wouldn’t make the reservation he called ahead for earlier in the day.

Picking up his phone, he called Dominoes, placing an order for your favorite pizza. Standing from the bed, he walked out into the living room.

“Abby, thank you so much for coming tonight. I think Y/n is running late and we are going to miss our reservation so why don’t you just head home? I know you probably have some homework you need to do,” Bob said, a sad smile on his face.

“Are you sure Mr. Floyd?” she asked, “I’m more than happy to stay with these two sweeties if you want to make other plans?”

“No, that’s alright,” he said, sounding tired even to himself, “We can find something for our date night here tonight.”

“Alright, well just call when you need me next, I do love these two,” she said, standing up from the floor and gathering her things.

Bob pressed a twenty into her hand for her trouble and insisted that she take it. Just as Abby’s car pulled away from the curb, you pulled into the driveway and he heard the garage open.

“Come on you two monkeys, time for bed,” he called as he heard you come into the house. Bob gathered a sleepy Katie up in his arms and took Eddie’s hand, taking time to read them both a few books before settling them in their rooms and saying their night time prayers.

When he came back out to the kitchen, you were sitting at the island with your head in your hands as you cried. Bob’s heart dropped and he made his way over to you quickly, pulling your hands away from your face and settling you in his arms.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing his hands along your back.

You let out another sniffle before looking up at him, your cheeks blotchy and your eyes red, “I tried to get out on time, but you know how Dr. Burns can be, he wouldn’t let me leave until he was done with his rounds. I’m so sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright darlin’,” he whispered between you, “Plan B is on its way.”

“Plan B?” you asked, your eyes searching his face for what he could have done.

“Go change, you’ll see when it gets here,” Bob said, a smile on his face as he used his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

When you came out of the bedroom dressed in a red dress and socks, you watched Bob try to hold his laugh in as he served up pizza. The lights in your dining room were turned down and there were two candles lit on the table. He had set up two place settings with a box of your favorite pizza sitting on the table in between them.

You let out a laugh, “Plan B?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bob pulled out your chair for you and you took a seat, inhaling deeply over the pizza box as the smell of tomato and cheese hit your nose. While it wasn’t the dinner date you had planned, it was lovely nonetheless. Once the dishes were cleaned up, Bob followed you back to your bedroom, the whole time pressing kisses down your shoulder as his deft fingers slowly slid the zipper down the back of your dress.

Since Katie had been born, the two of you hadn’t had time to appreciate each other properly and the love making department had been closed for a number of months. You felt excitement pooling in between your thighs as Bob pulled his shirt off at the end of the bed, crawling his way up to you when, “MOMMA!” broke the sound of soft country you had playing in the bedroom.

You pressed a kiss to Bob’s cheek as you pulled on your robe. Eddie was sitting in bed, his little eyes roving around the room in a panic, his teddy bear from Aunt Phoenix clutched tightly in his arms.

“Did you have a bad dream baby?” you asked him as you took a seat on the edge of his bed, brushing a hand through his hair.

He gave a little nod before climbing into your lap, his little head pressed up into your throat.

With his lip wobbling he asked, “Can I sleep with you and daddy?”

You felt your heart sink, you loved your little boy more than life itself, and you knew you couldn’t say no to him, you just hoped Bob wouldn’t be upset.

“Of course baby, let’s just grab your pillow,” you said, letting your little man climb down from your arms and hold your hand all the way to your room.

As he pushed open the door, you heard your husband let out a quiet curse before fabric rustled quickly. Bob was sitting in bed, a shirt now halfway over his head.

“Someone wants to come stay with us tonight,” you informed him.

Bob held his arms out to Eddie, “Did you have a bad dream buddy?” he asked before pulling your baby up into the bed.

Eddie just nodded, snuggling into Bob’s side as you climbed into your side of the bed. You placed his pillow in the middle before going into the bathroom to get dressed. When you came back out, Bob and Eddie were snuggled up, both of them asleep, their glasses askew on their noses.

You pulled their glasses off and set them on the nightstand before clicking out Bob’s light. Once you had settled into your side of the bed, you clicked out your own light. Before sleep claimed you, you sent up a little prayer for whoever was listening, asking for just another day in paradise.

Well, it's ok. It's so nice

It's just another day in paradise

Well, there's no place that

I'd rather be

Well, it's two hearts

And one dream

I wouldn't trade it for anything

And I ask the Lord every night

For just another day in paradise

#top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun bob #bob x reader #bob floyd x reader #bob top gun #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd dad

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Claws -

Mountain x Dewdrop X Ghoul Reader (18+)

Part 1 of 3

Summary- The reader is a ghoul who happens to be Mountain's mate. While helping Mountain get through his rut the reader finds out Dewdrop's rut has also started. So what could this lead to.....

Also AFAB reader but not pronouns are used.

A/N- Alright Ghouligans- This is just smut and purely self indulgent. We dive right in with the first sentence. We get some possessive/ Dom Mountain in this so sit back, grab a snack and have a cold shower ready.

Your claws dig into the sheets below you as you let out a series of breathy “fucks”. All you can hear is the sound of skin on skin accompanied by the pants and growls of the large Earth ghoul currently above you. You feel Mountain’s claws pricking into the skin at your waist and he pulls you forcefully onto his large cock. Many would struggle to take such a richly endowed specimen of a ghoul, you, however, being a ghoul yourself had little to no problem, given that a decent amount of prep was involved.

Upon opening your eyes, you look up to see Mountain with his eyes closed and a fang poking out of his mouth as he bits his lower lip. You reach up one of your hands to caress the side of his face, causing him to open his eyes and look down at you. You offer a smile and coo out a praise.

“You feel so good Mounty,” you pur, “ you know exactly how to fill me up.”

Hearing this causes Mountain to mewl out a soft moan and grip your waist tighter. He leans down to hoover his face mere inches above your own.

“Darling, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me,” Mountain admits as he slows his pace from short quick thrusts to long deep ones. You and Mountain had been mates for quite some time now. Being Mountian’s mate wasn’t a mutually exclusive deal, you were free to have fun with others, but at this point, given his was, Mountain wanted you to be part of any sexual or romantic encounter he might have.

And right now, at the height of his rut, Mountain needed you more than ever. Mountain preferred for you to be the one helping him through his rut given that a) you were now his mate and b) you being a ghoul means there was little to no risk of him breaking you.

You wrap your hands around Mountain’s back as he begins to plant a series of hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck and jawline. You nestle your face into his hair as you leave light scratches on his back. Mountain’s tail is currently curled snuggly on one of your legs which is presently draped over his hip.

Mountain once more begins to speed up his thrusts causing your breath to quicken. He unwraps his tail from your thigh and snakes it in between the two of you. The tip of his tail starts to rub small circles on your clit, causing you to nestle your face deeper into his hair. One of your hands scratches deeper into the flesh of his back while the other is planted firmly in his hair.

Just as you feel you are to reach your peak, Mountain tenses up and stops nipping at your neck to pop his head up and scan the room. His thrusts come to a halt as he raises his nose to the air and takes a deep inhale.

“Do you smell that?” Mountain growls out in a low whisper,” someone else is here.”

You take a moment to orient yourself and mourn your lost orgasm as you huff out a reply,” I don’t smell anyone but that could just be because my face was buried in your hair no less than two seconds ago.”

Mountain remains tense as a deep rumbling growl settles in his chest and he turns to stare at the slightly ajar door at the far side of the room. At this point you sit up with concern.

“Mountain, who is it?”, you ask as you cup his face trying to calm him down.

“Fire ghoul,” Mountain spits out,” and he wants to join in.”

Right as Mountain was speaking you caught a whiff of the scent Mountain was talking about. It smelled of campfire and amber. Typically, during a ghoul’s rut, their scent would overpower any other ghoul’s, especially to their mate. But this scent was now growing just as strong as Mountain’s earthy musk.

A pang of concern suddenly dropped in the pit of your stomach. “Dewdrop’s rut has been triggered,” you thought to yourself. You look up to see Dewdrop poking his head through the doorway with a sly smile on his face.

“I’m not intruding on anything?” Dewdrop asks rhetorically as he slips through the door and closes it behind him. You can already see the prominent bulge forming in Dew’s trousers.

“Get out,” Mountain utters just loud enough for Dewdrop to hear. Mountain’s grip tightens on your body and you feel the hair on his arms stand up.

“What was that Mounty? I didn’t quite hear you there,” Dewdrop teases.

“GET OUT!” Mountain roars as he stands to face Dewdrop. The ferocity of it startled both you and Dew. You looked from Mountain to Dewdrop to see that most of the color had drained from his face and his tail had curled itself around his leg. You had to admit, you’d never seen Mountain like this before. It is not like the two of you had never slept with the other ghouls before. Hell you two often invented the little gremlin standing before you to spend a night ( or two) in your shared bed.

Before you can grab him, Mountain storms over to where Dewdrop is cowering, reaching him with just four long strides. Mountain snatches Dew’s throat and lifts him into the air so that he is at eye level with Mountain.

“Mine,” Mountain snarls at Dew while showing his fangs. You hop up and rush over to where the two ghouls are standing. You grab Mountain’s arm and tell him to put Dewdrop down. Mountain locks eyes with up and upon seeing the seriousness in yours sets the smaller ghoul. Dewdrop sputters and coughs while he tries to catch his breath. You step in between the ghouls and push Mountain father away from Dew.

“Mountain! What was that all about? Dew is in rut too, you can’t blame the guy for trying to get a little something, “ you fuss at Mountain. You back Mountain up until the backs of his knees touch the bed and he sits down. You stand above Mountain with your hands placed firmly on your hips. Mountain averts his eyes and looks sheepishly at the floor.

“I’m sorry darling, I just don’t know what came over me,” Mountain apologies as he shrugs.

“Oh I’m fine by the way. Thanks for fucking asking,” Dewdrop spits out from across the room.

“Oh Dew honey, I’m sorry,” you apologize as you rush over next to him. ”And Mountain is sorry too. Aren't you Mounty?” you say as you shoot a gaze over towards your mate.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry Dew,” Mountain confesses,” I- I- I just felt like you were trying to take [y/n] away from me.”

Dewdrop looks over to Mountain and a slight smile begins to spread over his lips.

“Yeah well I guess no harm was done,” Dew continues,” and I think I know of a way you could make it up to me.” The grin on Dewdrop’s face spreads even wider as he slowly begins to slide his tail up your naked leg.

“Dew, are you still hard after all of that?” you ask him with a chuckle.

“You of all people should know that I like it rough,” Dew smirks back as he snakes a hand around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

You turn to look at Mountain who is watching the two of you. His member beginning to re-harden with interest.

“You okay with Dew joining us Mounty,” you ask before history can repeat itself.

“Yes, but only if Dew lets me take the lead on this,” Mountain consents with a grin. Dewdrop’s brows raise in surprise. Usually Mountain is one of the more easy going ghouls and doesn’t take the dominant role.

“Yeah, oh course, if that’s what you want,” Dewdrop replies.

Mountain’s fangs poke out from behind his lips as a dark smile falls across his face.

“Good. Now let’s get started”

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Read parts 2 and 3 here ( on A03)

#nameless ghouls #mountain x reader #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x reader #the band ghost #purely self indulgent #y'all are just along for the ride #the band ghost fic #mountain ghoul

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Dollhouse - Chap 5 - Connor x Fem!Reader

Pairings: Connor/Female Reader Rating: Explicit/NSFW 18+ Story (AO3): [ Read on AO3 ] Chapters 5/5 (Tumblr): [ Chap 1 ] [ Chap 2 ] [ Chap 3 * ] [ Chap 4 * ] [ Chap 5 ] Words: 4.1k Warnings: Mild graphic content, injury Summary: Elijah’s in need of a house sitter and what better than asking his step sibling to water the plants and run a few tests. After all, how hard could pressing a few buttons on a tablet be? Alternative AU.

Chap 5 - Mirror, Mirror

For those seeking stimulation and whimsy as an escape from boredom, they should look no further than the artistic potential offered by condensation on windows. Flowing lines for hills, jagged lines for trees, a snowman to spice things up and your masterpiece was complete.

Connor interrupted your moment with an anxious edge to his usually calm voice.

“I was thinking…”

“You know it’s a bad idea when an AI starts thinking for themselves,” you teased. The statement lingered, seeping into your bones and dissipating into a shiver. Have you said something like that before…?

You heard a faint chuckle before he continued. “I thought you might enjoy a little stroll.”

“Oh?”

“It won’t be the same as going outside, but the home will be adequate for stretching your legs.”

The door behind you beeped and swung open into the hallway outside.

“Ha-ha,” you sarcastically replied. Connor must have been trying a new approach at humor. It wasn’t like you didn’t already know the home like the back of your hand. You spun around, ready with a witty remark only to find the android missing.

“Connor?”

The bedsheets had changed, the room tidy and surfaces cleared of your belongings. An armchair appeared out of thin air, placed next to the bed with a tablet resting on the seat. It was early afternoon when you last checked, but the light pouring into the room was too red, too dim, the shadows stretched like a sunset had just begun. Beyond the windows, a winter wonderland was dissolving into spring, patches of green peeking out of melted snow.

“W-what…” you muttered.

You must have spun faster than you meant, little dots danced around your eyes and tunneled your vision into a small hole between the bridge of your nose. Your eyelids fluttered, as if blinking away a bit of dust caught in your eye.

“Connor?” you repeated harshly, disoriented by the room.

“I’m right here,” he answered, appearing out of the bathroom with an armful of bedsheets and your clothes. “Did you need something?”

You winced when your head spun once more, blaming it on a week long diet of wine. His brows pinched together in concern when you looked flabbergasted by mundane items in the room. A cursory glance around confirmed your things were still where you left them. The mysterious armchair was nowhere to be found and the winter landscape still whiter than Connor’s android shell.

Maybe a break from drinking would be for the best.

“N-nothing. I th-think…I just need some coffee,” you murmured.

Following routine, you meant to head straight for the kitchen when a whimsical decision led you on a detour through the atrium. Down the hallway, Connor’s soft footfalls padded over hardwood while he worked on the laundry, a chore he insisted on helping you complete.

At last, some alone time since the android appeared. You’ve been practically fused at the hip all morning and even in the shower which turned into a bathtub soak with the android’s face between your thighs. A part of you was giddy for the space and the other was reminded you’d have a whole lot of time without his company soon.

The atrium was a little oasis of life in a season of frost. Fluttering blossom petals piled on the sand garden below, displacing in waves as you approached the cherry tree. There was a knot on the bark, the flaw drawing you in for a closer inspection. It was deep brown with a ring of pale wood and as large as a fist. Tiny white scratches were scraped around the lip of the knot and a small seam could be made out around the edges. You dug your nails into a small groove at the edge and the wood popped open like a lid, revealing a hole large enough to fit a few fingers. Something inside caught the light, a gold glint from a piece of metal.

A real…physical key—an item of rarity in a home too modern for traditional locks.

Some shuffling noises came down the hallway as Connor moved from your room to the laundry room. You decided to reach in and grab it, flexing your hand and wrapping your fingers around the cold metal. A note with cursive print was tied to it, the paper dangling from a string.

“Go downstairs,” you read.

Instantly, your eyes snapped over in the direction of the kitchen and back over to where Connor was. You hadn’t listened to your gut all week, choosing to jump the metal screws out of the tin man rather than locking him away. Whatever happened to the voice in your head that screamed, “put that thing back where it came from or so help me?”

A dreamy sigh escaped your lips. That thing was handsome, funny, and insanely good with his tongue.

This time, you didn’t need a voice, every fiber of your being was being pulled towards the kitchen, overriding whatever considerations you had for sharing the note with Connor.

Go downstairs and go alone.

The handprint reader was going to be a problem. There had to have been something that you’ve missed. You scanned the door from top to bottom, taking apart all the small details until your eyes landed on a missing bolt near the frame. It didn’t look like an ordinary keyhole since those usually came with a doorknob but hey, a hole was a hole right?

You pushed the key in and the lock panel flashed green. Upon removing it, a thick, viscous substance like red motor oil stained the gold. The door pistons hissed and clicked, releasing its locks and revealing a set of stairs. It’s soft under lighting expanded to the other steps as you descended down to the lower floor.

You think you heard your name muffled in the distance and continued on.

The downstairs contained a lab devoid of windows and lined with bright white lights. It was massive too, bigger than a three car garage with a wall of mirrored closets, six in total. Across the room was a row of mechanical skulls hanging from the walls like hunted animals on plaques. Lab tables were stacked with spare android parts, bottles of blue and red liquids and variously sized aqua orbs that swirled like gaseous planets.

Your attention turned to a bedroom, oddly placed in the middle of the lab. Black metal framed the glass walls, making it appear more as a display case than a place to nap in. A soft golden light poured down from above, highlighting the bed and an end table with a framed painting of the outdoors and a coin trinket. The door was ajar and the sheets were recently disturbed.

A box on a table by the mirrors blipped, the sound luring you to the strange contraption. It was neatly wrapped with a red bow and a note was tucked beneath it. Your fingers intertwined with the satin and pulled, revealing the message:

Choose.

As the bow slipped away, it became apparent that it was a music box. Like many of its kind, a keyhole was at its center, the perfect size for the stained key. You slotted it in, turning your wrist. The lid popped open and a hologram of a ballerina on her toes spun to a familiar piano tune.

Rêverie.

A hauntingly slower version of the melody clinked away. The doors to the mirrors swung open with the music, one by one from left to right.

“No…” you gasped in horror.

Bodies. Six female figures.

“You found the key,” Connor said from behind you.

You lurched forward along with your hand rising to cover your noise of surprise. “What…what is this?”

He came up closer to you, the heat from his chest oppressively surrounding your back. His hand gently came up to your chin, turning your head until you looked up into his eyes.

“They’re all you,” he replied.

Six faces, each identical to yours stared back at you like the mirrors never opened. Their bodies were different, an evolution from crude metal joints to bone and flesh. At the end was the most complete of them all and the most human. Her hands were injured, the synthetic flesh caked in a shimmery red fluid that matched the key. She had some missing fingers, white plastic bones jutting out between damaged tissue.

“Then…what am I?” you asked quietly, more to yourself than the machine behind you.

“An android. The first competed one,” Connor explained.

It all made sense now, glimpses of moments when you idled in the kitchen. A fruit bowl which never rotted, an empty fridge and barren shelves, save for the two vices you’ve enjoyed: coffee and wine.

Your head hurt and it didn’t hurt, a faint ringing expanded from one eardrum to the other, pinching along whatever nerves you had between your ears. Your knees wobbled and the heat of Connor’s hands hovered around your shoulders before gripping you gently. He called your name, his voice soft and soothing.

“It’s going to be alright,” he assured.

You needed to breathe, take in a slow, calm breath.

In…

Out…

Oh God. Did you even need to breathe?

You tore away from him, spinning around with an accusatory finger in his face.

“You lied to me, Connor.”

He didn’t flinch from the venom in your words, calmly reciting a practiced speech, “I followed Mr. Kamski’s testing parameters as he requested. You are free to go. The helicopter will be arriving shortly.”

You shook your head. Damn the helicopter, you wanted answers.

“No, I need the truth. I thought…I thought I was…”

His head dipped, turning his gaze to the floor.

“There is a risk of data loss or data corruption that can occur when transferring from an old platform to a new one,” he explained. He offered you a tablet from a nearby table and gestured to place your hand on it. “It may be better if I showed you.”

Raising your hand to the glass, you flattened your palm on the cold surface. Static filled your ears as the world squished and split into six kaleidoscope windows of yourself pacing around your bedroom at different times and seasons. The only constant was a man patiently seated in an armchair by your bed.

Elijah Kamski.

In the last chunk of memory, he was talking to you while you sulked by the window. A familiar cheerful finger drawing greeted you of mountain scenery, a forest and snowman with a much darker twist. Red streaked across the glass, shimmering bright from a setting sun. Your remaining fingers smeared a smiley face on the glass as blood dripped down your elbows and onto the hardwood.

“The other day…you said I was human,” you said, your face twisting in anger.

“You are in a state of shock from your discovery. Your emotional matrix is...struggling to keep up. The more complex you become, the less your system can handle the flood of emotional cues,” he explained and sighed. “Let me see your hands.”

“I just want to go outside. Why won’t Connor let me leave?” you scowled, ignoring him and wrapping your bleeding limbs tighter around your torso.

A glass panel on the wall flashed from blue to gold at the mention of his name, the android reduced to his original state as a humble home AI. The man behind you sighed again, bringing a hand to pinch the skin over his nose.

“If the home won’t let you leave, then maybe you can enlighten me on how I found you in my lab?” Elijah asked.

You stammered a few words, all useless because he already knew the answer.

It wasn’t Connor’s fault for letting you wander outside of your room. Elijah desired a machine that mirrored humanity perfectly. One that could do more than walk and talk—he needed you to feel. You existed in pieces at a time, every upgrade overwriting packets of your memory. It was maddening, becoming closer to human and yet remaining isolated from the human experience.

No history, friends, or family.

Your room door looked better off than your hands, a wall of solid wood unscathed but tarnished by fist shaped blood stains. You didn’t know what came over you. The urge to get out and the seething rage that bubbled and exploded out of your limbs.

The home interrupted your rampage.

“Stop! Please.”

You froze. You’ve never heard Connor sound pained and desperate to change the course of your actions, like he was experiencing an existential crisis of his own while you broke your hands on the hard surface. It didn’t hurt, the inventor was merciful enough to not provide you with a network of pain sensors.

Alright, so you wandered around a few hallways. Maybe Connor opened some doors and you made some discoveries, but it wasn’t like you were going to escape.

“Connor?” Elijah asked flatly, a parent scolding his two children.

The ring instantly turned amber.

“She…sustained injures earlier. All she wanted was to go for a walk,” Connor answered. “I…I thought it would be…productive.”

“Is that so?” Elijah replied with an amused grin. “And she just found her way to the lab on her own?”

Connor did not reply.

The inventor stretched up from his seat, seeming unbothered by his misbehaving creations. There were tales of benevolent beings with the power to create life and many of them were burdened by limited patience…and mercy. A simple cold hard glare at wall was all that it took for the ring to shift blue. Then Elijah turned his icy eyes on you. He said your name, drawing it out slowly, almost affectionately.

“The home works in your best interest, isn’t that right, Connor?” he stated.

“Yes, Mr. Kamski,” Connor replied, obediently.

“See?” Elijah said with a smile directed at you. “What you’ve discovered are prototypes in storage. The design process requires that your upgrades be built from the ground up.”

His fingers tapped a sequence on a tablet, his smile dissolving to a thin, straight line.

“You’re right. You’re not human, you understand that now, don’t you?”

A ringing noise bursted in your ears, his voice distorting as the edges of ruby holographic walls caved in around you. Your lips moved without you realizing it.

“Yes, Elijah,” you answered.

“When you’re complete, we’ll go west. The California coast is beautiful this time of year. How does that sound?”

With a few rhythmic taps of his fingers on glass, the red walls dissipated. A rush of air filled your artificial lungs faster than a swimmer breaking through water. You shook your limbs, testing them as mobility returned to your body.

“No more snow?” you asked meekly.

“Not unless you want to see it,” he answered and flexed a finger at you. “Come. Let’s see if we can’t do something about those hands.”

“Okay,” you agreed while walking towards him. “What about Connor?”

The taller man arched a brow and curiously glanced between you and the panel.

“What about it? You won’t need a babysitter where we’re going,” he replied.

You woke to your your last day in Michigan, feeling oddly refreshed and like a new woman. Most of your time was spent running tests in Elijah’s room. He sipped on coffee while reclining at his desk with his eyes glued to a monitor.

“Recite the nine,” he demanded.

They were the final additions to a successful and stable build. Memories, characteristics, little pieces of humanity he called reality anchors.

“I am your family, a stepsister,” you began. The list went on as his head bobbed in approval, meeting your gaze with a neutral expression.

“I am loved,” you continued.

His lips lifted and for once, some warmth sparked behind his cold blue eyes. “And the last one?”

“I am alive.”

Sequences glitched, days stretched and jumped across seasons, settling on a warm home where you were lying in the sunny part of a bed. Seagulls soared across the blue skies. An ocean crashed against the beach outside your room in California. You were jolted awake by your phone’s ringtone.

A call from your stepbrother.

“The jet to Michigan lands in half an hour,” Elijah said through the device.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m already packed, don’t worry.”

You put down your phone and looked back up, the ocean view gone and replaced with an open jet door. A hand was on your shoulder, guiding you forward with a light push. If you were running your usual processes, it would have been nice being aware of Elijah seeing you off.

His hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. A warm palm cupped your face and he smiled.

“One last test. You’ll know what to do.”

“Yes, Elijah.”

One blink and the screens all dissolved. You were back in the lab and jumped back from the tablet like it stung you. It hit the ground with a violent clatter as your head slowly tilted up at Connor. A glint of steel caught your eye as he fidgeted with the coin from his room.

“You were just an AI,” you said. “How did you get this body?”

“When you left, I was trapped in the home…forgotten,” he answered, his head still pointed down and avoiding your heated gaze. “I wanted to see you again and Mr. Kamski kindly granted me a body.”

“So…you were…lonely?”

“I missed you,” he said quietly.

You weren’t sure what to make of his confession. Why just this morning you were lamenting leaving him behind. It did not surprise you that he would say something like that when so much of his speech was aided by a need to please. Had he only seemed that way because he already knew you?

When long ago you were but a machine driven to madness and self destruction, Connor saw something in you that you were only beginning to see in him, something you couldn’t quite put a word to yet.

“But if Elijah made you…and me, then why are we so different?” you asked.

The android smiled, shifting his head to one side. “We are like two separate operating systems. I am not compatible with your hardware and would lose a majority of my data if I were to be reformatted to a design like yours. So he compromised and made me this body.”

You sensed he was holding back a small truth, the cost of his request and had a suspicion it had something to do with your visit. He held his hand up with the coin, flicking it into the air as the skin on his arm turned to factory white.

“I am a prototype for a commercial android should he choose to move forward with the project,” Connor explained.

There it was, the price. Elijah was a generous man but he was no saint.

Outside, the blades of a landing helicopter spun, the powerful vibrations from the engine rattling the light fixtures.

“Your transportation is here,” Connor announced and gestured to the stairs.

The note was still resting in your other hand, a cursive “choose” taunting you as the android stepped back. Nothing good ever happened to prototypes as they were usually torn apart or left to rot once the real product hit the production lines. Were you supposed to save him? Could he even leave? You glanced at Connor and a pair of soft brown eyes slowly met your gaze.

“What will happen to you when I go?” you asked.

“I was instructed to stay,” he replied with a nervous shuffle of his feet.

“Unless…?”

He paused his antics with the coin, bringing his arms to his side as he scanned your form like it would be for the last time. Red light spilled around his cheekbones and he smiled softly, lost in a daydream.

Connor did not answer.

You tested him, walking away with dramatically large steps towards the stairs and he remained still, his head never turning away from the wall of opened mirrors.

“Okay then, I’m leaving…!” you declared.

He did not budge and you groaned, stomping back to slide up in front of him.

“Connor,” you huffed and placed your hands on your hips.

He looked at you with all the hope and joy that an android heart could contain. His calculations were able to crunch out your reply with an optimistic prediction but still, he wanted—needed to hear it from you.

“Yes?”

“Come with me,” you offered.

“Are you sure?” He ducked his head until his exhaust fanned over your forehead and you smiled up at him.

“You’re alive, Connor.” Your hands cupped his face and stroked a curl in his hair, watching it stretch and spring back. “I can’t leave you here.”

Again.

He leaned into your touch and your heart, well, synthetic heart lurched.

“There’s so much out there that you haven’t seen,” you said softly. “We can go for walks, however many you’d like…Hell, we can go wherever you want to go.”

“I would like that,” he said, leaning in for a kiss. “What about dancing?”

You kissed him, once, twice and laughed when he looked impatient for an answer.

“I think I can pencil that into my schedule,” you said.

In the excitement of leaving the Michigan home once and for all, you were eager to head straight for the helicopter. Connor protested briefly, slowing you down by handing your phone to you.

As you suspected, Elijah had been keeping tabs on you with the help of the android. The cell comms were restored once Connor admitted he tampered with it as instructed by your brother. And yes, Elijah was still family and you did wish to hold onto that sliver of humanity. Plus, it made his surprise a lot easier to manage.

He left you a short message on your phone and you’ve been grinning from ear to ear since you’ve read it.

“Try to do something better than what mankind would do with this money. Change the world, save it, or don’t. The choice is yours. — E.”

A parting gift of funds, the coastal California home and most importantly, your freedoms, the tracker software in yours and Connor’s minds purged.

By the time you were ready to go, it was late in the day and a hush had returned to the forest as the sun dipped below the tree lines. You had a moment to reflect, to wonder if your fates would have been the same had you left the android behind. Or perhaps your destinies had been woven together when an AI first saw a spark of life in a machine.

The doors to the unmanned helicopter slid shut, cutting off the cold air while you both settled into your seats.

“You know, you look just like a human this way,” you said. From your angle, you had a good look at the right side of Connor’s face. It took a bit of muscle and a sharp knife, but the LED was removed with no scarring. “So, what are you most excited for?”

“Being with you—“ He cleared his throat when you made a playful face. “—and doing human things, like taking you on dates or getting a dog.”

“A dog?” you teased. He had been particularly excited about fuzzy creatures since he was granted access to the internet.

“What are your opinions on a Saint Bernard?” Connor asked.

You laughed, listing off the shedding, how much food they ate, and not to mention the drooling but he hushed you with a kiss. His hand intertwined with yours, the skin fading to white. To your surprise, your hand felt the jolt of a connection.

A loop which once could not close, finally completed. It was transcendent, more than just lines of data and hard facts. You saw yourself through Connor’s eyes as video clips in small montages, from bits of the past to his imagination of what could be.

Above your heads, a chandelier glittered over a dance floor. Silk flowed down your curves and swished between your legs. Connor was draped all over you, spinning you around the marble floor. Your chests were pressed together with his arms wrapped tightly around your smaller frame.

“This was all that I wanted,” he said with a sparkling smile that paired well with your bubbling laughter. To complete the picture, a barking animal happily ran laps around your dancing forms. “I have never been happier.”

You tugged at his tie, lowering his face until your lips crashed into a slow and tender exchange.

Down in a lab, where the lights had all been shut off, forgotten and a thing of the past, a music box twinkled in the darkness. Where just outside the comforts and safety of the mansion, a world was still caught up by divisiveness. It was the hope of a curious man, not meaning to seek fortune but stumbling into it. That if two machines could do the impossible, then perhaps, mankind could one day do the same.

The hologram from the box shone bright like a guiding torch.

Hand in hand, two dancers intertwined in a kiss.

#my writing #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #reader insert #connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #dbh rk800 #dbh connor #dollhouse

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All That Remained - Terms and Conditions - Velze

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Soclequine returned to the shop after lunch. She turned the key when something brushed her leg. She startled slightly and looked down. A white cat with strange markings looked up at her. It peered at her with milky white eyes. She knelt and offered her hand.

“You’re a strange one, aren’t you? Never seen a cat like you before.”

The cat sniffed her hand, then rubbed its chin on it.

Soclequine squealed and considered. “You know, promise you’ll stay out of trouble, and you can come in.”

The cat shuffled its paws in excitement. Soclequine grinned and opened the door. It trotted in and up onto the counter. It immediately hopped onto the counter and curled up. She scratched its head and opened the store. She played with it between helping customers. She fawned over how friendly it was as did the customers. It gave nothing but love and affection to everyone.

“You’re so adorable! I might see if mom will let me keep you.”

The cat purred. Soclequine showered it with love when a customer came in.

Lila took a breath at the door, then composed herself. She eyed Velze being loved on by Soclequine. She put on her best smile and approached the counter.

“Oh, thank you so much for finding my little one!” Lila exclaimed.

Soclequine paused and looked at Lila. “He’s your cat?”

“He is. A little rascal, that one. I’ll take him off your hands.”

The cat hissed.

Soclequine held the cat away from Lila. “I don’t believe you.”

“Oh, but you must. I know he doesn’t show compassion towards me, but I swear he is my precious boy.”

The cat’s tail lashed, and it yowled. Lila flinched and struggled to recover as she forced a smile.

“See? He misses me.”

Soclequine backed away and whispered in Chinese to the cat. “I’ll distract her. Run.”

A bright flash blinded the girls. The cat took off before the light faded. Lila stopped her foot and gave chase. Soclequine looked at wrist and saw a prismatic turtle shell bracelet. She moved to take it off but paused. It felt special, magical.

Soclequine took a picture and sent it to Marinette.

Marinette’s phone buzzed. She gleefully answered it as an escape. She gasped at the image that Soclequine sent her. Soclequine also explained that it magically appeared from a strange white cat. The others looked over her shoulder and read the text.

“Well, Marinette? You done stalling?” Alix asked.

“I… don’t know… what you mean,” Marinette said.

Alya sighed. “Marinette, I think it’s time.”

“Alya, we can’t. You know that. We need to remain a secret at all times,” Marinette argued.

“Secret? Look at us already. Juleka, Alix, and Rose were all granted a miraculous before our very eyes. This kwami does not care. It is doing whatever it wants,” Alya pointed out.

“It’s something, but it’s not a kwami,” Marinette argued.

“Sure looked like one to me,” Alix interjected.

Juleka and Rose muttered in agreement.

Marinette freaked out. “Kwami? What are those things?”

Alya rubbed her forehead. She watched Marinette spin more lies when color caught her eyes. She looked atop the glass enclosure and saw prismatic colors shift in and out. She considered as she looked between Juleka, Rose, and Alix. They had done something to earn a miraculous. If she did something, would it give her one too?

Alya hummed, then sighed. “Enough lies. I’m done lying, Marinette.”

“Alya? What are you-?”

Alya turned to their friends. “I was Rena Rouge, then Rena Furtive. I was one of the heroes that had safeguarded Paris.”

“Alya! What are you doing?” Marinette demanded.

“I’m done, Marinette. We’ve lied and kept this secret for so long. And look now. Juleka, Rose, and Alix all got a miraculous, gifted to them by Velze. And judging by the photo Soclequine sent you, she was bestowed one as well. And, it’s selfish, but I want my own miraculous. I want to be a superhero again.”

“I-I’m sure that Ladybug would give you your own miraculous to keep… eventually,” Marinette muttered.

“And how long must I wait? How long must I prove my loyalties? Time and time again, I’ve been by her side, but it was never enough. Now I have an opportunity. We all do. We present ourselves to Velze and we can get our own miraculous. We won’t need Ladybug to hand them out. We don’t need to wait any longer.”

“How could you accept this? We don’t know what that thing really is.”

“Hold up!” Luka interrupted.

Luka moved through the crowd to the Alya and Marinette.

“Luka, please, this is between me and Alya,” Marinette remarked.

“I’m sorry, Marinette, but I’m stepping in. After all, Alya reflects how others have been feeling,” Luka confessed.

“What do you-?”

Luka turned to their friends. “I was Viperion. I helped Ladybug in dire circumstances when no others could. A hero called on when absolutely needed. And, much like Alya, proved my loyalties to Ladybug and Cat Noir in ways even they don’t know. It was a heavy burden, one I carried alone.”

Juleka winced and ran up to Luka. She grabbed his jacket, and he looked back at her with a smile.

“It hurt to give Sass away each and every time, but because of my respect and duty, I gave him up without question. I can’t count the nights I suffered in silence, knowing what I had seen I had to keep a terrible secret. All I wanted was someone, anyone to talk too, but I couldn’t.”

Juleka hugged Luka. “I’m here.”

Luka returned the hug. “As am I. For you, myself, and all our friends.”

Alya placed a hang on Luka’s shoulder. “We don’t need to be silent anymore.”

Luka and Alya shared a smile when a bright light flashed. Everyone yelled out and shielded their eyes. The light faded to reveal Luka had a platinum bracelet band and Alya had a platinum chain ring bracelet, both with a prismatic sheen.

“You speak true, Mortal,” Velze said.

Everyone turned and saw Velze atop the glass enclosure.

“The jewels are being returned to mortals, but of my choosing. Everything you know about the kwamis will become obsolete. Your Guardians will no longer serve a purpose. The kwamis will be free,” Velze explained.

“You can’t do that! They’re dangerous!” Marinette yelled.

“We are not the danger, but your kind. Too long have they suffered because of mortals, but no more. For the first time in eons, I am back. I will make things right. I will give my children lives worth living. As such, if you all wish to live your lives beside my children, you need only invoke my name and I will judge you. However, you must act fast. You only have until the end of the day. Farewell, until we meet again.”

Velze vanished.

Alya took a breath. “Call Kim, Max, and Sabrina here. It’s time everyone knew.”

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