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anika-ann · 9 months

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Little Miss Red (R.D.)

Type: blurb, one-shot, drabble (for me it's drabble-length okay)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader Word count: 1800

Summary: Ransom’s looking for a good time tonight.

When you walk through the door, he knows he’ll get it. And you? Oh you’ll get it too. He's going to make sure of it.

Warnings: NSFW FILTH, 18+, smut!!! I mean it. Filth, y’all. Fingering, oral sex. Written in Ransom’s voice, so language and greyish lizard brain. Hints of degradation, praise kink and innocence kink.

A/N: this is COMPLETELY on @chase-your-dreams-away who claimed she has no time to write it after just throwing the plot bunny out here with @murdock-and-the-sea supporting her.

A/N: divider by amazing @firefly-graphics; the title of the fic does not refer to dd/lg dynamics nor the actual body proportions of the reader

Ransom knew he was going to have fun with you the moment you walked through the door.

A little unsteady on your feet, but deeply embarrassed expression coating your face when you stumbled and swiftly righted yourself; unsure on your high heels, not drunk out of your mind. Little red dress hugging your ass and not much else lower, the hem riding up higher than midthigh as it had probably been intended, your hands quick to remedy it. Cheap make-up which he could spot a mile away, a courtesy of being the child of small-business-loving mother.

You looked so out of place in the luxurious club and so out of your debt that Ransom knew he wanted to play cat and mouse with you.

Except you were definitely a kitten; there was no arguing it later when you nervously tasted the head of his cock, shy kitten licks turning into a small purr around his head when you tried to wrap your lips around him, clearly doing so for the first time.

He knew that was what you were looking for when you came in. He was good at reading people – that was what made him so good at his game. Your sinfully red lipstick spoke for itself and he predicted that the night was going to end up with that colour smeared all over him, with mascara running down your cheeks. He had you blinking up at him with tender wonder and want with just a few sweet words and lured you in into the private saloon with a promise of a good time and being a gentleman.

When his mouth found yours after two minutes of idle meaningless chitchat, you had smiled contentedly into the kiss. Your breath quickened as soon as his tongue pushed between your lips, a silent squeak into his mouth – but leaning into his touch eagerly, heart like a cute little hummingbird – when his hands started wandering to your breasts, so prettily wrapped in the crimson dress. Yes. You might be of limited experience and playing coy, but you came here for one thing and Ransom was happy to give it as long as he got to take from you much more.

You responded to even the faintest touch. When he ran his fingers through your folds over the absurdly thin excuse for an underwear, you were already soaking and fuck, the needy whine that escaped your swollen lips when he circled your puffy nub… it almost made him cum in his damn pants. He was going to eat you up.

If he wasn’t so determined to see your red mouth around him, he’d take your cunt. She was sucking his fingers right in, greedy for more, and yet it was almost as tight as if you were a virgin and was just as sensitive. He’d know; he had taken plenty. He loved stealing their innocence, ruining them for other men. He breathed in the power he gained when he was the first to claim that territory, all warm, wet and so damn snug; having them cry his name as their pain, that delicious pain he both caused and took away, blended into pleasure and pleas for more. Breathy. Needy. Begging so sweet and filthy, obscenities spilling from those good girl lips that had trembled a bit at the size of his cock and yet took it so well.

You asked for more too, weak voice coming out in gasps as he stuffed the third finger in, the squelch of your juices filling the space and sending blood straight under his belt. By the time you were trapping his fingers in with how hard he made you cum, he was ready to burst the second you’d take him to your throat. It was a thrilling game of control and self-control; and he’d always win.

You were a fast learner. After paying attention to the head, you took him in and sucked experimentally, eyes fluttering shut when he placed his big hand on your nape, encouraging you to take more. And so you did. Fast learner; eager learner. Ransom loved them eager to please him, especially when they were first timers, face all flushed at the mere suggestion of sucking him off at first. Now? Your nose was on his pubic bone, hair ruffled from how he gripped you close for his tip to brush your throat, your pretty cheap make-up running, lipstick all where he needed it.

As a bonus, you clawed your hands on him all over; over his thighs, over his ass, pushing away and pulling closer, your hips bucking forward in search of friction. And fuck if that didn’t get him going; his Little Miss Red enjoyed the hell out of sucking a cock and choking at it, gagging and grabbing at him as if she didn’t feel him deep enough. Who would have thought.

“That’s it, kitten, that’s it, take my load…” he coaxed you and caressed your hair with his free hand, lost to the vibration around him when you hummed in agreement, purring like a little obedient affection-hungry kitten indeed.

“Oh baby, look at you, a good little girl acting like such a whore for a big cock, hm? Fucking love that virgin mouth. Look at the mess you’re making of yourself for me.”

You had. You struggled to swallow and breathe, saliva pooling and escaping your mouth but damn, you were so excited to do better, holding onto his ass, his inner thighs, trying to brush your weepy core against his shin to earn some of that friction you so obviously craved.

Your fingers stroked over his balls and he spilled down your throat with a satisfied groan, fingers in your hair flexing to keep you there and swallow it all as you coughed and sputters, more black streaks painted your pretty face, throat spasming with a choked sound.

You curiously left him in your mouth as he softened, that little experimental lick almost enough for him to get hard again. He pulled you up and walked back to the couch to tug you into his lap, claiming your mouth with his own, tasting his victory in the salty tang on your tongue. What a sweet picture you made; a fucked out mess, eager for more, innocence ruined. He almost took a photo to make the euphoria last longer.

But you got shy again, all wide-eyed, when he pulled out a wipe from his breast pocket, spitting a bit to clean your face up from the worst smudges.

“Told you I’d be a gentleman, didn’t I, kitten? Can’t have you walk around the club like this, everyone would know what you’ve been up to,” he smirked, cock twitching at your meek thank you and the little spark in your eye that told him that you might like that. You might enjoy other people knowing what was in your mouth and now in your belly, wear your ruined cute face like a badge of honour.

Fuck, he could keep you. If he only cared enough for the shit that came with keeping just one girl at his arm. Keeping anyone, really.

Your legs were a little wobbly after he tested you were wet for him again and you buckled into his touch, but he sent you walking out with your purse all alone, satisfied for the night – or at least half of it. Still sprawled on the couch, he tucked himself in and gathered his breath and composure before he returned to the few bearable members of his fraternity fraction. They hit up a club every once in a while, a little hunting trip for pussy. The one who’d score first during the night out paid for the drinks.

Ransom’s smirk widened as he stepped back into the main room. He had no doubt he was the winner tonight; that feeling was damn worth the few hundred bucks he’d pull out of his Valentino-

The smirk slipped from his face when all his palm was the fabric of his empty pocket, his lips parting with mute shock, anger flaring up in an instant.

“Son of bitch-“

His head snapped up, instinctively searching for you; and finding you by the entrance again. You smiled at him sweetly, one corner of your sinfully red lips higher in a smirk as you waved his wallet at him. He froze mid-step.

Blowing him a cheeky kiss, you dropped your timid demeanour like a paper-thin mask, letting it drift towards the floor as slowly as you sunk to your knees for him.

An act. He had fallen for a cheap fucking act. You were no first timer; you were far from shy, apparently.

With bitter clarity, he recalled your hands clawing at his ass when he had thought he had it all under his control, including you, as you struggled to breathe. Your throat spasmed so sweetly, showing him heaven, while he dragged you to hell.

Or he had believed so. Now, watching you disappear behind the door as if you had been nothing but a fever dream, it was easy to see it was the other way around; or maybe you were both going to hell already.

A fist bumped into his shoulder, laughter of his wannabe friends reaching his ears.

“Well, well, well, looks like someone already scored tonight,” Harold howled, cackling as other guys booed and whistled. “Drinks are on Drysdale tonight, y’all!”

Oh Ransom would be drinking tonight, alright. Son of a bitch. That little, little bitch.

“She stole my wallet,” Ransom muttered, barely audible, still hypnotizing the door as if you were to come back. Yeah right.

“Wait what? Dude! You gotta block your credit card and call the cops before she buys a fucking Ferrari at your expense or something! Come on!”

The outrage in his Bryan’s voice snapped Ransom from his stupor, his head slowly turning to the man who spoke the sound advice.

The image of the check Little Miss Red buying a luxury sports car just as red for his money. It should strike him with terror. It should make his blood boil. It should make him want to grab your cute little neck and choke the life out of you.

But his surprise and exasperation gradually blended into the strangest feeling of pride.

You participated in his game of cat and mouse; you were the kitten. You were the cat.

You won fair and square even as both of you played more than dirty.

He could respect that.

“Nah. I’ll let her have it for a bit. It’s kinda like having a sugar baby…” Ransom mused, shrugging it off. “When she least expects it, I’m gonna find her and make her show how sorry she is. …or maybe make her my sugar thing for real. I mean… those lips looked really pretty around my dick after all.”

Mics masterlist

Yeah, the stealing the wallet bit and Ransom kinda respecting the reader for it was the “innocent remark” @chase and @murdock came with and my brain went hggggnnnn, because yeah, he would.

Thank you for reading. I'm gonna go bath in holy water, excuse me.

(the convo that inspired this filth... we know he would)

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale fanfiction #LEMONS #lemony lemons #little miss red #anika ann

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pimosworld · 11 months

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The story of us chapter 5

Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary- Set before you and the boys are officially together and how you came to be.

Chapter summary- Frankie takes you flying and your relationship to new heights.

CW- 18+,MDNI, to avoid spoilers I will be posting a link for warnings. Link

WK-6k

Notes- See story Masterlist for full chapter notes. This chapter was so fun to write, my first time writing a solo Frankie. He starts off shy but quickly gains his confidence.

Not beta read

[Series Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Chapter V Flying without Falling

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11:54 pm

Frankie can’t sleep as he lies awake staring at the ceiling fan. Every creak and noise the house makes has him on edge. He shouldn’t care this much but it’s starting to get under his skin and root itself deep somewhere he dare not explore. Before he can fully run away with his intrusive thoughts he hears the front door open and close. He breathes a sigh of relief knowing Benny actually came home after your date.

Maybe Santi was right,he shouldn’t be this jealous of his best friends going on a date. But jealousy doesn’t seem like the right word either, he wants to be included, he couldn’t possibly go on as a spectator if you decided to have a relationship. It’s entirely too late for all these thoughts and he’s getting way ahead of himself.

He would call you normally when his thoughts ran wild. Why would now be any different? The only difference now is that he knows you’ll pick up. Over the last several months that certainly wasn’t the case. Before he can second guess himself he picks up his phone and calls you.

****

You’re seated on your couch staring at the blank screen of the tv replaying the night in your head. You really should go wash your face and get some sleep but you can’t stop thinking about that kiss. You can’t stop thinking about everything he did for you. The feeling was so alien being treated as if you were a Disney princess. Ben was always sweet but this was a side of him you’ve never seen. You could definitely get used to it.

Incoming call Francisco

“Hey Frankie, is everything okay?” Your voice is laced with concern at this late hour he’s calling.

“Ugh…ya I’m sorry I called so late.” I just wanted to hear your voice. “I just needed to talk to you about something.”

“Okay.” At midnight? You wait patiently for his response.

“So how was your date?” Jesus Francisco you just couldn’t help yourself. He thinks you're silent for a little too long, maybe he can just hang up and pretend this never happened.

“It was really nice actually, but is that why you called?” You don’t want to give too many details, it just seems odd to talk about with him right now.

“No…I guess I should just spit it out. I got my license back and I start in a few days but I’m nervous.” He has to hold the phone away from his ear before he goes deaf at your excited squeal.

“Frankie, that's amazing, how come you didn’t tell us yesterday?” You can hear indistinct rustling on the other end.

“I didn’t think it was appropriate with everything going on…last night didn’t exactly scream tell everyone your good news.”

“That’s sweet of you but I would’ve genuinely been excited with all the drama that went on. Life doesn’t revolve around me and my shitty dating life.” It kind of pains you that he put off such a happy announcement to not take attention off you. You know how hard he’s been working to get his license back and this means everything to him. Losing his license was like stripping his identity from him.

“Listen hermosa, I know it’s last minute but I remember you saying you have tomorrow off…would you be willing to be my first passenger. I don’t want to be rusty in front of the clients on my first day.” He knows you know he’s full of shit. He is the most competent pilot and there’s no way he’s rusty. You’ve seen him in the deadliest situations somehow be cool, calm and collected.

“Of course Frankie, I would love to.” You’re certain he doesn’t need any practice but you decide to play along, it’s adorable when he’s nervous.

“Meet me at our house around noon and I’ll drive us to the site.”

“That sounds like a plan…you should get some sleep if you’re gonna be flying us safely tomorrow.” A little teasing goes a long way with him and you just can’t help yourself.

“Very funny, I’ll see you tomorrow Honey good night.”

“Goodnight Francisco.”

Sleep would not come easily for either of you that night.

****

Frankie’s not sure how much sleep he got last night, tossing and turning thinking about you. Trying not to think about how his life ended up the way it did. It was hard not to be in his head about his setbacks and inadequacies. He’s a grown man living with his two best friends. He should be able to afford a place on his own and be more independent, but he managed to fuck that up with this coke charge and losing his license.

He really needed to relax and not let his thoughts run away with him. It wouldn’t be any help today.

He rolls out of bed suddenly more aware of every ache and pain in his body, it’s hard to say when he noticed himself getting older. He’s been ready for some time to settle down but had all but given up on finding something worthwhile.

He pads down the hallway already hearing the clanking of dishes and the strong smell of coffee.

He enters the kitchen to see the two fit shirtless blondes, one more thing to be insecure about.

“Mornin’ Fish.” Will looks up at him from his seat at the table. Frankie gives him a half smile as he slides into the seat across from him.

“Rough night?” You could say that

“Ya, didn’t sleep much. I was up worried about today.”

“What’s happening today?” Benny joins at the table sliding a cup of coffee to him. He scrubs a hand behind his neck deciding what approach to take with the news.

“Well I’m flying today. I got my license back.” Will looks up from his phone wide eyed as Benny jumps up nearly knocking the table over.

“Holy shit man that’s amazing, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was afraid it might not happen so I wanted to wait…I found out Friday and ugh Saturday didn’t seem like the right time to mention it.” Ben and Will exchange glances, neither of them needing to say why.

“So you start today,what’s your schedule like?” Will stands from the table to refill his coffee.

“No…I start tomorrow. I’m taking Honey up today to practice.” Lies

“Bullshit.” Ben leans back in his chair crossing his arms as Will tries to contain his laughter. Frankie mimics Ben's posture as he stares him down.

“You and I both know you don’t need practice.I do have to admit though, a helicopter is a nice move.”

Frankie relaxes a little at the teasing Ben gives him. The younger man is obviously not bothered by it, he almost seems happy for him.

“We’ll Benjamin we can’t all have rock hard abs, some of us have to pull out other means of flattery.”

“Well Fish I’m happy for you and I hope you enjoy your date.” There’s no tone of sarcasm or anything to suggest that he’s lying.

Will stands there in awe and shock at the absurdity of it all. How could they possibly be this chill about dating the same woman let alone you?

“Speaking of dates, how was yours?” He raises an eyebrow at him playfully.

“I know you’ve been dying to ask. It was great, we saw a movie and went to the diner for burgers and shakes and then I dropped her off at home.” He’s not sure if he should include the last part. The conversations have been going well so far.

“What a modern day romance and you even had her home by curfew.” Ben flips him off as he stands from the table.

“I was gonna let you off easy but since you want to tease, I did get a good night kiss.” Will grabs his chest in fake shock.

“Good for you bud.” Frankie pays him on the shoulder as he stands. He can’t help but grin thinking about what he heard when you were in the shower. A sudden burst of confidence flows through his veins.

“As much as I’d love to watch this sad pissing contest, we need to get to the gym Ben.”

“Alright coach.” He pulls Frankie into a hug before heading down the hallway. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He calls out from over his shoulder.

Will just rolls his eyes as Frankie retreats back to his room on the opposite end of the house.

Maybe this could work out after all.

****

Here you are again, tossing clothes about your room undecided on what to wear. This is supposed to be a casual day with Frankie and you can’t seem to get your head on straight. Let’s not add to the fact that you can’t be late.

It’s a beautiful sunny day in Florida so you decide to throw on some jean shorts, your army tank top and some black slip on vans. There’s no time to overthink this as you run out to the door to head to their house. You left yourself enough time to stop and grab something for Frankie, you were technically celebrating getting his license back and you wanted to surprise him.

You pull up to the pristine suburban home they all share, you know Will had every attention to detail to keep the Miller family home in great condition. You have a slight panic when you see that Ben's truck is still in the driveway, you weren’t quite ready to confront what it is you were doing. To be honest you weren’t entirely sure if you knew yourself.

Frankie sees you pull up, he’s been pacing around the living room unable to relax. The excited nervous energy coursing through his veins at the thought of flying again and seeing you.

You can see Frankie leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, he has a well fitted black shirt and blue jeans with his signature cap on. He’s just smiling at you as you make your way up the path to their house.

“I’m not that late am I?” You’re swinging the small gift bag back and forth on your finger as you hold it out to him.

“No but I saw you pull up and got excited.” He’s practically beaming at you. The happiest you’ve seen him in a long time. “I hope whatever’s in that bag is not for me.”

“You’ll just have to open it and find out.” He grabs the bag from you slowly peeking inside, a medium size black box reveals some brand new aviator sunglasses.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You can hear the slight quiver in his voice and you’re so happy with your choice.

“I’m getting a free tour in the sky, it’s the least I could do.” He pulls you into a tight hug and you inhale his fresh woodsy scent, you recognize it as the body wash you bought him because you insisted he stop using the 3in1 crap that Ben used.

You’re standing in the doorway, neither of you wanting to break the hug, you lightly scratch your nails as you rub his back and a low growl emits from his chest on your cheek.

“We need to go before I change my mind.” He grabs your hand and places a kiss on your fingers before turning around to lock up.

Ben must not be home, thankfully you can deal with that later and just enjoy your afternoon with the old Frankie who seems to be making an appearance.

Frankie jogs ahead of you when you head towards his truck to open the door, he already has his sunglasses on and you curse under your breath a little at the sight. You’ve inadvertently made this day even harder for yourself now that you have to try not to ogle him, but the way his muscles flex in his shirt and the way his jeans are fitting you find your resolve breaking little by little.

You hop in the front seat and just before he closes the door he stops and stares at you. “I forgot to tell you how good you look today.” Fuck you’re not gonna make it.

The ride to the airfield is mostly spent in comfortable silence as you both trade glances at each other, it was so easy with him to just be. No expectations or insecurities. You often wondered how women didn’t realize what a catch he was, you’re glad in this moment no one has stuck around long enough to see what a massive failure it was to let this man go.

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You were making it so hard for him to focus as you made your way to the chopper he was using for the day. The army tank top and short shorts doing nothing to hide your curves.

He could tell you were carrying yourself differently than the other day. A part of him was grateful for your date with Benny that seemed to bring some peace to your otherwise chaotic weekend.

A helicopter used to bring the sight of hell for the both of you, going on missions unsure if you would make it out alive, but now the way you turn and smile at him, practically bouncing with excited energy he thinks it may be heaven.

“We’ll see if I remember how to fly one of these.” You can almost see the faint wink behind his aviators as he holds the door open for you and you climb into the comfy leather seat. He buckles you in tugging on the straps to make sure they’re secure. He’s desperately trying to keep this as professional as possible but he sees the way you’re looking at him and he just wants to lean in and kiss you. He tears himself away closing the door behind him before he loses all form of concentration.

You wanted him too, and he almost did but you know he needs to focus. Even though he’s flown much larger aircrafts than this countless times, he still doesn’t want to jeopardize his second chance at life. And if you’re correct about your assumption there would be plenty of time for that.

“You know I have strapped myself in a few times.” He’s focused on the task at hand but you can see him smirking as he flips to switches and waits for the all clear to take off.

“I know you have hermosa but I’m supposed to be practicing so just pretend you’re a passenger.

What is it with these boys and pretending? You’ll play along since it worked out in your benefit the last time.

He hands you a headset before doing a final once over and you can feel that familiar drop in your stomach as you lift up. The thrum of the blades all you can hear at the moment. He always made it look so easy and he’s all but confirmed how little practice he actually needed.

Something about finally being in the sky again has his confidence soaring. He can feel it in his bones, the man he used to be trying to make an appearance. He’s trying to focus but he can’t stop looking at the way you smile when you see something you like. He misses seeing you like this, happy to be in the air. Although he doesn’t miss the reasons why you used to be in a helicopter.

You’re trying to take in the sights, but you can’t help but stare at Frankie. The way he’s controlling this massive machine with ease. You can see it in the way he relaxes. His shoulders seem less tense. That smile you loved so much has returned without the slight underlying sadness. It’s intoxicating seeing him like this.

“I missed seeing you in that seat next to me.” He glances over in enough time to notice you smile to yourself.

You fly for a while just taking in the sight below, this was a version of your city you’ve never seen before and it’s truly mesmerizing. It breaks your heart knowing what he had to go through to get back to this place. Everyone has dealt with their demons in their own way. His demons almost took the most important things in his life away from him.

He doesn’t think he’s been this happy flying, seeing your face light up when you spot something you recognize or the fact that you so willingly agreed to come with him and make this day as special as possible.

“You’re pretty good with your hands Mr. Morales.” He raises an eyebrow at you wondering if the altitude has gone to your head. He needs to be safely on the ground if you’re going to call him that again.

“I’m a pretend passenger, remember.”

“My real passenger is an 80 year old man, I hope he doesn’t comment on how good I am with my hands.” You snort into the headset before erupting into full blown laughter and there it is again, that laugh that would bring any man to his knees.

“You mean to tell me you’ve never flirted with a passenger?” He glances at you nervously playing with your straps over your chest as you look out below.

“There was one time.”

“Well I hope it ended well for you.” You can see you’re almost back to the airfield and your heart drops a little at the day coming to an end.

Let’s hope it does end well for me.

****

“So,what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He didn’t want to assume as he awaits your answer, suddenly so focused on the road as you make your way back to their house.

“I don’t have anything planned, I wasn’t sure if you had things you needed to take care of for tomorrow?” He looks a little confused and you can’t help but laugh at the deep crease in his brow.

“You know your first day back at work.”

“Oh, everything is all squared away. Although I was hoping you might want to stay a little while, I can make us lunch.” He sounds a little timid again but when you grab his hand not placed on the steering wheel and kiss his palm all his worries are washed away.

“I would say these hands have done enough today but I would be stupid if I said no to anything you cook.” He has other plans for you and his hands but he needs to focus on one thing at a time first lunch.

He already had a full plan for lunch that would’ve turned into Will and Bennys dinner if you decided not to stay. The conversation flowed easy as you both enjoyed grilled shrimp tacos and homemade ceviche. You hadn’t spent this much time together in months, it seemed you had a lot to catch up on.

You both confided in each other, it was so easy to talk about life and issues without being judged. The more Mike pulled you away left a gaping hole in both of your lives. You couldn’t possibly go back to that again.

Frankie’s washing the dishes, your plates having been completely cleared and has to stop what he’s doing at the sound of your obscenely loud yawn. He can’t help but laugh at your wide eyed expression, you obviously just as surprised by it as he was.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so content after that meal and honestly I got no sleep last night.” He dries his hands and makes his way over to you seated at the kitchen island. A mischievous glint in his eye.

“I have a bizarre request and you can say no if you want to. Seeing as though we both got zero sleep last night, do you want to take a nap?”

“Yes!” You groan internally at your enthusiastic response.

He had a surge of confidence at your response as he got impossibly closer, stepping between your legs as he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion. He leans in and you close your eyes bracing yourself for a kiss when you suddenly feel his lips brush your ear.

“Bed or couch?” You’re not certain you can breathe with the way his voice drops to a low register. His hands are like fire on your exposed thighs so close to where you want him to touch you.

“Couch?” It comes out in a breathy whisper as you attempt to clear your throat. “I think the couch is safer.”

He hasn’t so much as moved an inch and with his close proximity you’re afraid he can hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“Couch it is, but I’m not sure if it’s safer.” He takes your hand and guides you off the stool and it feels like you’re floating as you make your way to the living room. He sits in the corner, defaulting to his favorite spot despite having a choice of anywhere. He practically pulls you down with him as you settle in facing him with your head resting on his extended arm. Many a movie night you’ve fallen asleep in this exact position, but this feels different.

He pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover you as sleep already threatens to claim you. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the smell that you could only describe as him lulling you to sleep.

He doesn’t even think you realize you’re rubbing his back as you muzzle deeper into his chest, the feeling so domestic it makes his chest hurt a little. It’s like a knot that’s formed over time trying to loosen itself the further into sleep he goes. He only remembers the smell of your shampoo and your slow breaths before exhaustion takes him under.

****

The house is quiet…so quiet that he knows Ben and Will definitely aren’t home yet. The sun is still up but casting the orange hue that tells him it’s late in the afternoon. He doesn’t want to move too much because you’re still sleeping so peacefully. He is aware however that you have moved in your sleep, draping your leg over him like he’s a human body pillow.

Perhaps it’s a wicked Pavlovian response that his body betrays him in the moment as you're pinned against him. He’s growing harder in his jeans and every attempt to move you only causes you to stir further, involuntarily grinding your hips into him in a steady slow motion.

You’re having that dream again but this time it feels so real, too real as you feel the hard press of Frankie’s cock against your core. This time when you wake it’s not like a bucket of cold water being thrown on you. It’s softer, more intentional.

“Honey….honey?” It’s a little disorienting, but you can still smell him and see the light coming through the windows. You must not have slept for very long. You can feel his thumb tracing lines across your cheek and slowly register him saying your name. The sensation you were feeling in your dream hasn’t dissipated and you don’t dare look down as your haze begins to lift.

“I think you were having a dream.” His sleepy voice barely above a whisper. “You kept saying my name.” It seems you’re both in a predicament, him more so than you since he’s not actually in your head and you can feel evidently what’s pressed against you.

You hope maybe a change in subject will make him drop it or at the very least get the hint. It didn’t seem like the appropriate time to tell him that you can’t stop having sex dreams about your best friends.

“You know…you didn’t seem like you needed any practice today.” You shift on the couch to look up at him.

“Maybe I told a little white lie.” He’s staring at you, a question hanging in the air of do you want this? He hasn’t moved his hand from your face as he slowly tilts it up further and leans in for a tender kiss. He’s been waiting all day, resisting the urge to kiss you the moment he opened his gift.

He’s waiting for you to pull away or say you don’t want this but that moment never comes as the soft kiss turns into a fight to get impossibly closer. His patience wore thin at the way you were saying his name in your sleep. Your hands are in his hair as he deepens this kiss, both of you trading moans in between breathing. He grips the thigh that’s slung over his hip as he pins you beneath him, the heavy comfortable weight of him grinding you into the couch.

You hate your brain for making you aware of your dry humping session being in the shared residence of the man you were also dating?

“Wait…wait, I have a confession.” He stops suddenly hoping he hadn’t totally fucked this up by going to far. The moment feels like an eternity as he lets you catch your breath.

“I kissed Benny.” You’re bracing yourself for the moment he rolls off you and asks you to leave but he drops his head to your shoulder as he chuckles in your ear.

“Well just consider it even, since I’ve kissed Benny too.” Oh now he wants to make jokes.

“Yes I’m aware but it wasn’t less than 24 hours ago.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you silently curse yourself for assuming. “Unless it was…”

“I’m just kidding, I had to mess with you a little.” You swat his chest playfully and breathe a sigh of relief. “Let’s just say Benny and I have come to a friendly agreement.

You’re not entirely sure what that means but you couldn’t care less as long as they know what’s going on even if you didn’t.

You try to pull him towards you again but he braces his right arm beside your head to stay upright, his left hand not having left your thigh throughout the interaction.

“I suppose if we’re being honest…I have a confession.” His tongue peeks out on his bottom lip as he mulls over how to approach, he has no idea how tempting it looks.

“I was going to wake you up yesterday but you were already in the shower.” Your throat is suddenly dry and your shoulders tense. “ I thought you were crying so I hesitated and then…I heard you say my name.”

There was no playing this off, not like your dream where he knew you were sleeping. This was perhaps the most mortified you’ve ever been. You wish you were anywhere but pinned under his literal and figurative gaze.

“I can explain.” No you can’t

“Tell me.” You try to move out from underneath him but he doesn’t budge.

“Frankie this isn’t fair.”

“No hermosa, you know what’s not fair.” His hand is slowly making its way up your thigh and your breathing is ragged.

“You had to take care of yourself when the hands you wanted to touch you were just on the other side of the door.” You don’t know when you lost control of the situation but here you are, stuck under him. He’s waiting for you to tell him to stop but your body has other plans and your lips won’t move.

“Now tell me.” It’s not a question and this side of him has you faltering.

“Tell you what?” He leans down to kiss your lips but pulls away just as fast.

“What you were doing when you said my name.” He can’t be serious

He’s searching your eyes for any sign you want this to stop but all he finds are your lust blown pupils. He decides upon seeing your excitement to try a different approach.

“Show me.” He waits to see if he made the right choice and you slowly move your hand from around his neck. No one has ever made you this nervous and excited at the same time. His confidence awakened something in you that you didn’t know existed. You slowly start to unbutton your shorts, never breaking eye contact. You can see his chest rising and falling, his resolve breaking a little spurring you on.

You dip your hand under the waistband of your lace panties, thanking yourself for being a little too optimistic about where the afternoon might lead. His eyes trail down your front as he battles with watching your face and watching where your hand has disappeared. He shifts to the side to give you room as you slowly circle your clit with your middle finger. A small whimper escapes your lips and any embarrassment has been replaced with chasing this high.

You drag your finger through your slit as you dip a finger in trying to reach that spot at this awkward angle, you whine in frustration because your fingers aren’t enough with the way he’s been subtly working you up all afternoon.

He grabs your wrist and gently pulls your hand out of your shorts, you're wrapped in his every movement as he brings your fingers to his mouth to lick and suck every last drop from them.

“Let me show you.” His hands seem so much larger than yours as they make their way down your breast and across your abdomen, his trail painstakingly slow but you wouldn’t dare rush this moment.

He dips his hand into your shorts, dragging his fingers across your soft lace panties. “Frankie please…” You're hanging on by a thread and you need him to stop teasing you.

“You’re so sensitive, I’ve barely touched you.” You’re having deja because he’s said that before…or was that your dream. He dips one finger into your entrance as you arch your back. It’s too much and not enough as if he senses your frustration he plunges a second finger in slowly pumping in and out.

You drop your head onto the pillow as you softly moan his name. You can feel his cock grinding into your hip as he picks up the pace. He swallows your moans with his lips on yours. His name has never sounded sweeter than it does now as you chant his name. You’re ratcheted too tight as you feel the coil build, his fingers press down on the soft bundle of nerves and your toes curl in a blinding orgasm. You’re not sure when you gripped his hair like a lifeline as you slowly untangle your fingers while you come down from your high.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way you said my name.” He’s placing soft kisses on your neck as he removes his hand, you’re suddenly feeling a little bold as you can feel how patient he was being. You palm his bulge through his jeans and he bucks his hip, groaning your name.

The sound of car doors slamming have you both looking at each other wide eyed. He grabs your hand and places it around his waist. “I need you to pretend to be asleep.” You open your mouth to speak but he shushes you with a kiss as he flings the blanket back over you both. Your pants are still unbuckled and he’s still very hard but right now as the keys jingle in the door you figure you can deal with it later.

The front door opens and you bury your face into his chest to hide your laughter at having to pretend once again. Ben’s yelling about something per usual as you hear Will shush him.

“Awww they look so peaceful.” You can feel Frankie squeeze your hip and it’s taking everything to calm your breathing. His chest is rising and falling steadily as he squeaks out a fake snore. He may seem peaceful but you can feel his rapid heartbeat against your cheek.

You hear footsteps getting further away and voices trailing as they make their way to the kitchen. Frankie can hear the fridge open and close and the sound of the water in the sink running.

“Can you button your shorts without moving too much?” He whispers into your temple. You nod your head as you slowly move your hand down to button them again, you try your best to avoid his problem that seems to be less obvious. When you’re finally decent you sit up peeking over the back of the couch. You signal for him to sit up and he hears footsteps approaching. He raises his arms above his head dramatically, stretching as you do your best-I just woke up eyes. It’s all ridiculously hilarious

“Good evening sleepyheads.” Ben plops down next to you on the couch and you sit up fully now in the middle of both men.

“Do you ugh…want some water?” Frankie’s standing to stretch now, his little belly exposed as his shirt lifts and you notice he’s still got a slight bulge but nothing that couldn’t be explained by how close you were sleeping.

“Yes please.” Your voice is a little hoarse from your nap or moaning Frankie’s name for too long.

He leaves you two on the couch and heads to the kitchen as Benny pulls you into his side and places a kiss on your temple. This has to be a record for times getting deja vu in one day.

“How was your date?” So they must’ve come to an agreement like Frankie said because he just called it a date without any malice in his tone. Just genuine curiosity and care.

“It was great actually.” Frankie returns with your water and sits back down next to you on the opposite side. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by you cuddling up with Ben and it’s bizarre territory you’re wading into.

“Well I hope you showed our girl a good time.” You’re sputtering your water as Frankie hides his amused face behind his hand. Ben is patting your back as Will enters the living room with beers in hand.

“Are you okay?” He hands the beers around as he tries to offer you one but you wave him off.

“I’m fine…but I really should be going. I have work early tomorrow and I really should get some sleep.” You all stand from the couch unsure of how to say goodbye.

Frankie pulls you into a hug and places a kiss on your forehead. “At least you got a nap today.” He winks at you and you pinch his side knowing he can’t make a sound.

“Don’t hog her, she was with you all day.” Ben picks you up as you yelp, he couldn’t resist that sound. He carefully sets you down and leans in to kiss your cheek.

You turn to see Will in the loveseat sipping his beer with an amused smirk on his face. “I swear to god Will.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender as both men are snickering beside you.

“I didn’t say anything sweetheart.” You make your way towards the door to grab your bag off the hook and you can feel all eyes on you. “ I’ll see you Friday to fix that hole in your wall.”

“Will…”

“Don’t argue with him, it'll only make your life harder.” Ben knows his brother all too well so you decide to take his advice and drop it.

“Fine, I’ll call you later.”

“Okay.” They all say in unison and erupt in laughter.

As you close the door behind you still hearing the faint sounds of your boys you realize how completely and utterly fucked you truly are.

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rozcdust · 1 year

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Oh no, he’s stupid

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Crack, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of vomiting, antidepressants withdrawl, suggestive at the end

Your amazing, lovely, beautiful boyfriend assumes you’re pregnant.

Rindou is close to pulling his hair out as he stares at the website, reading over the text once, twice, three times-

You’re pregnant, you must be, all the symptoms line up, there is no way you’re not and- He doesn’t know how to react, actually.

Should he be happy? He’s deeply in love with you, you’re the light of his life and the reason he’s happy to wake up every morning, but, a kid? Is he even ready to be a dad?

His own old man was a bastard, a textbook example of a neglectful father, forcing Ran to take care of both himself and his brother at such an early age.

Would Rindou be any better? God, he hopes so, he can’t imagine putting you and his own child through the shit his old man put his mother through.

At first, he just assumed you ate something bad, or got a stomach bug, but as the weeks passed, you continued waking up early, every morning, before him, which is odd in and of itself, you usually prefer to sleep in, and you’re rushing to the bathroom and puking your guts out before you even ate something, and before he can even properly wake up, or react.

Not to mention, the mood swings, you started being more agitated and losing your patience quicker, and the headaches, as well as the fact you had trouble keeping down anything that wasn’t plain rice and soup.

Oh God, he’s gonna be a dad.

Still, he had to wonder, really wonder, why haven’t you told him? You must know you’re pregnant by now, there is no way you don’t know, and yet, you hadn’t uttered a peep about it, not even wanting to talk about your illness besides a few swift ‘I’m fine, Rin, calm your shit.’

Fuck, don’t you trust him enough to mention it? What if you think he’ll be a shitty father, what if- You should have known by now, after nearly 2 years of being together, that he’d support you in any and all choices, if you wanted to keep the baby, get rid of it, whatever you decided, he would be standing right by you, so why-?

Why?

There are too many thoughts racing through his head, but still, he decides to step up and do the best he could, to let you know he’s okay with that, with this, and that he’ll do his best to be the best goddamn dad there is.

He closes the current window on the browser, opens up a new one, and types in ‘Baby cribs’.

Just as he places in an order for a crib, multiple baby things - ranging from clothes, toys and other necessities - and a couple to things supposed to help pregnant people to ease the stress of literally carrying a fucking watermelon in their uterus, he feels a pair of eyes on his back, lingering in an uncomfortable stare.

He slowly turns around in his chair to find his stupid fucking brother, Kakucho and Kokonoi, wide-eyed in shock, their eyes rapidly moving between him and the monitor of his laptop.

Ran is the first to break out of his haze, and in a second that appeared to pass too fast, he throws himself at Rin, pressing his younger brother in a bone-crushing hug, pressing kisses all over Rindou’s forehead and hair.

“You’ll be a dad!” Practically squealing, his brother pulls him out of his chair, gripping him tightly as Ran spins both of them around in a circle, laughing almost manically, “I’ll be an uncle! Oh my God, I’ll be an uncle!”

“PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!”

“I’LL BE AN UNCLE! YOU’VE GROWN UP SO FAST, RIN-RIN!”

“Congrats, man.” Kakucho smiles, his voice soft and quiet, but the smile on his face is lively, and quite telling that he too, is happy for the younger Haitani.

Kokonoi, as well, seems borderline ecstatic, already starting to mutter about how he’ll need to raise Rindou’s budget as he pulls out his phone, after all, kids are expensive, and how he can’t wait to see the little brat, and oh, how he hopes you’ll be okay-

Rindou is mildly surprised, but vaguely remembers Kokonoi mentioning once, when the man was significantly inebriated, that he likes children and babies, finding them adorable.

Ran (finally), puts him down, but he still holds his younger brother’s face in his hands, still planting kisses all over his face, and Rindou truly wants to fucking smack him in the moment.

“When’s the due date?” Smiling wildly, Ran asks.

“Not sure, honestly. Um, they haven’t even told me they’re pregnant yet, but they have all the symptoms.”

“They’ll probably tell you soon.” Kokonoi smiled, brightly, his voice rather reassuring.

Yeah, you’ll tell him soon, for sure.

Their excitement was starting to rub off on Rin, and he found himself rather happy now instead of unsure.

He’ll be a damned good dad to your child and an excellent husband to you, he’s fucking sure.

“What symptoms?” Sanzu suddently appeared out of nowhere, clearly having eavesdropped on the conversation.

Rindou was too happy to give a shit.

“Morning sickness, mood swings, dizzy spells, fatigue, it’s lasted for like a month now, the usual first signs of pregnancy, ya’know?”

Sanzu nodded, warily, seeming deep in thought, if the pink-haired junkie could even think.

Those did sound like symptoms of pregnancy, of course, but it also sounded-

Huh.

No, that can’t be it, and really, it’s not Sanzu’s job to meddle.

You groaned, slumped over the couch, utterly miserable and close to a breakdown, nausea rolling inside your guts like a tidal wave.

Your doctor warned you it might be like this for a while, but still, it has not prepared you for the whole plethora of suffering and terror it will include.

You hated this, and hoped it will pass as soon as possible.

And fuck, you know Rindou is getting worried, you still haven’t told him, after all, but you really did plan to, at least, after the nasty symptoms passed and you at last, had some peace.

Rindou stretched his body, glancing around the bare, spare room the two of you had in your apartment.

You were at work, and despite Rin’s protests, working a double, so he at last knew he’ll have time to decorate this and turn it into a baby room, it’ll for sure be a nice surprise.

The crib and everything else he ordered has arrived, and he’s been hiding it at Ran’s up until now, but since he finally had enough time to set everything up, and repaint the wall entirely, add a few shelves, put in a crib and add a few finishing touches.

You knew he was repainting and repurposing the spare bedroom, with the help of Ran and Kakucho, even made them snacks the few time before, you just didn’t know exactly why, and you didn’t comment much, except to say the lavender purple he chose for the room looked pretty.

Well, time to get to work.

You were so goddamn tired.

Doubles sucked, even more so when you’re so nauseous that you can’t even think properly, and you absolutely should have taken this day off, but fuck it, you had the previous week off, and you just needed to get out for a little.

Your lovely boyfriend greeted you at the door, beautiful as ever, even in just a plain shirt and sweatpants, grinning wildly, ear to ear.

“Hello, darling,” He kissed you, gently and deeply, his arms sneaking around your waist and pulling you flush against himself before you even had time to take your shoes off, “Go change and shower, I made us dinner, we’ll have a relaxing night in, okay?”

You smiled into the kiss, pressing your forehead against his.

“When you change, I have to show you something though.”

You tilted your head in curiosity, but obliged, skipping to the bedroom to strip out of your work clothes and into Rindou’s hoodie.

When you stepped out of your shared bedroom, he stood in front of the spare room, chest puffed put with pride and grinning like a maniac.

“Alright, mister, show me what’s up.” You smiled, tapping your foot in anticipation.

You assumed he turned the spare bedroom into an office space, maybe a DJ-room, after all, it was still a prominent hobby and a passion of his, and you wouldn’t mind.

“Ta-da!” He exclaimed, swinging the doors open.

You did not expect… This.

You stared in mild shock at the baby crib, multiple toys already in it and ornaments set on the wall, a rocking chair and a coffee table next to the crib, multiple children’s books carefully set on the shelves (when the hell did he add shelves? No, scratch that, when the hell did he have time to build a damn crib?), and to top it all off, lavender bed curtains hung off the ceiling, just above the crib.

You blinked.

“Babe… If you wanted us to have a kid, I’m sure there were… Less extravagant ways to ask.”

It was Rindou’s turn to stare at you, in confusion.

“What?”

“I mean, it is beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but shouldn’t we first, you know, be pregnant?”

“You are pregnant though?”

You turned to glare at your boyfriend, before looking down at your body, pinching the skin of your belly.

“Really? Do I look pregnant? I’m sure my weight stayed the same.”

Rindou wildly shook his head, lilac eyes wide and confused.

“No! No, I mean- Your illness this last month- It all lines up- You puke every morning, you have mood swings, dizzy spells-“

The sound of your laughter shut him up quick, and he stared at you as you turned toward him, cupping his face to kiss him softly.

“Baby, no. I’m going through withdrawal from my antidepressants, my doc took me off and it’s rough. You knew I was on those. I told you that before!”

Oh.

Rindou, suddenly, felt very, very small.

You merely smirked, leaving a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“So, you’re not pregnant?”

“Nope.”

“We won’t have a kid in 9 months?”

“Not to my knowledge, no.”

“You don’t think I’d be a shitty dad?”

Your brows furrowed.

“No? Why the hell would you ask that?”

“I- I assumed you didn’t tell me because you thought I’d be a bad dad.”

The sound of your laugh echoed off the walls.

“You’re fucking stupid baby.”

He huffed defensively.

“Well, I know that now!”

“I’d think you’d be a great dad, the best there is, you’re already such an amazing boyfriend,” You smiled, looking him straight in the eyes, voice genuine, “No baby in here though, sorry. But…”

His breath hitched as you pressed him closer to you, hands sliding down his back to cup his ass.

“If you join me in the shower, we can work on that.”

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starfirewildheart · 8 months

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Scars and Souvenirs

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,022

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death and animal abuse. Nothing graphic I promise but if the fic continues (if y'all like it) I'll add warnings for each chapter.

Scars and Souvenirs

She watched Sy from her perch on the wooden fence as he carefully approached the skittish horse. Well defined muscles flexed and tensed under tanned skin as he galloped around the training ring, sweat building up as the morning sun was reaching its peak. The horse itself was beautiful as well.. A palomino mare, one of four horses they had rescued the night before, hoping to be able to save her and give her a good life.

"Hey now, that wasn't very nice," Sy said, keeping his voice soft and gentle while still admonishing the horse for nipping his shoulder.

Debbie chuckled. "You always did have a way with the ladies, cowboy. "

"Well, I caught you didn’t I?" He teased back, his attention always focused on the mare. Their calm voices would help her adjust to being around people.

"It was a limited dating pool baby. My choices were you, Rickshaw, Jizzy, or Boz. Rickshaw was a man whore, Boz had no personal hygiene standards and I'm pretty sure Jizzy fucked a couple of goats trying to get a section 8. You, my Captain, didn’t stink, or sleep with every woman on base or random farm animals. That and your ass looked amazing, even in fatigues."

Sy put his hand to his chest as if he was wounded. "You only want me for my ass!"

She hopped down off the fence, walked over to him sliding her arms around his chest lightly nipping between his shoulder blades as her right hand snaked down his body until she was palming his denim covered cock giving it a gentle squeeze. "I started dating you for your ass but I stayed for your dick baby," She teased.

Sy inhaled sharply and bucked against her palm. He couldn't imagine his life without her. She was the only good thing that came out of that damn desert hell hole where he toiled for eight long fucking years. Even the Texas sun couldn't stop the shiver that raced up his back from the memories. "Whatever it is that keeps you here I hope I never lose it because you are my everything." He leaned back against her and placed a soft kiss on her lips, over his shoulder.

"You're stuck with me, always. I'm never letting you go baby." She hugged him tight. "Well except for like right this second because I gotta go muck the stalls," She sighed dramatically causing him to laugh. "A cowgirl's work is never done," he chuckled, smacking her ass as she walked away.

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Debbie started cleaning the stalls, and spreading new straw. Music was playing on a radio they had in the staging area and she got lost in memories about how she and Sy had met.

She was a doctor who worked the MASH unit in the green zone and also ran missions as a medic when needed. She'd been assigned to the Vikings unit as a medic after their last one had been wounded. When she reported to their Captain it didn't go well. At first she took Sy's very boisterous refusal to work with her personally and she despised him and what she took as his sexest bullshit. After a few very long hours of arguing she realized it wasn't because she was a woman that he didn’t want to take her into the field, he didn’t get her file (imagine that, the government dropping the ball) and he didn't know she had field experience. Sy learned she wasn't intimidated easily. She was a tough as nails, ball busting soldier who could give as good as she got. She earned his respect and he earned hers. Needless to say the issue was resolved and she was frequently a medic for them.

Over time she and Sy became really close and eventually started a relationship which meant she was no longer allowed to be with their unit. Sy had a lot of pull because of what his unit did and was able to keep her on base though. She continued to work both at the MASH unit and with other teams on missions and they spent their free time together.

It had been a year and a half since she’d cycled out of the Army and a year for Sy. While she served during war time and has been in some bad shit and had to do even worse sometimes, it was nothing compared to the hell Sy had experienced. The last four months of his tour were by far the worst for him. One of his unit's final scheduled missions turned out to be their worst and last.

Their objective was to shut down ordinance supply areas for the insurgents because the damn RPG attacks were killing more of our soldiers than combat. The Viking unit had made a huge impact on the supply already and they hoped to be able to take out some of the top ranking members of the opposition with today's raid. Sy had been promised a second unit as back up with the high profile target but true to form, command said they didn't have enough manpower to send back up which meant if shit got bad he'd have to call in an air strike which would be at least thirty minutes out. There was a shadow in the back of his mind that this was a bad idea and he even suggested to his C.O. that they postpone the mission but he was told he was there to follow orders not think.

Things started out successfully as they secured the facility and a cache of weapons, supplies and several high value prisoners. "Robbins, call it in. Tell them we need a clean up crew and transport for 10 prisoners," Sy ordered.

"On it Cap," he gruffed.

"Jimminez, Boz, recheck the perimeter."

"Yes sir."

"Sanchez, Richter, get 'em in restraints."

"Cap!" Boz yelled as he slammed another man through the metal doors of the building. "This asshole was on a phone out back."

"Fuck," Sy's stomach fell to his feet. This was bad. He stormed over and grabbed the insurgent by the shirt and started to question him. Within minutes Sy's life would change forever.

Explosions, gunfire and blood filled the air as several truck loads of insurgents arrived having been alerted by the man with the phone. All of Sy's men were captured and either executed or tortured for information. The insurgents did unspeakable, unimaginable things to the men claiming to want intelligence, after a while Sy came to believe they did it for pleasure.

Two weeks went by and Sy and Boz were the last two alive. As the leader of the team he'd been forced to watch his men be brutalized and eventually executed and his men were forced to watch him be tortured, the insurgents hoping to show them his weakness but Sy never begged.

It was just a few days later that Debbie got the call that he'd been rescued and was being flown to Ramstein AF base in Germany. She’d been home for four months, a choice she and Sy had both made, each agreeing to retire and not re-up. She dropped everything and flew to Germany to be by his side.

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Debbie was pulled from her thoughts as Sy walked the mare back into the barn and started brushing her down. She was amazed at how much Sy had recovered in the year he'd been home. They bought his dream ranch and he'd designed their home and the barn that was built there. They had gone to a cattle auction to bid on some horses for the ranch and that's where they found their new passion.

They were walking through the stalls checking out the animals when Debbie overheard a farmer talking about selling his horses to the meat market. From that day on they researched and scouted these 'meat' auctions and bought as many of the animals as possible. They rehabilitated all that they could and gave them to loving homes; the others who'd been too abused to recover they kept on their own farm where they could live in peace and safety.

Sy looked over at his beautiful girl and grinned. "Come 'er baby girl."

She stepped out of the stall and slowly crossed over to him watching his eyes rake up and down her body. "See something you like, Captain? "

"Hell yea," he rasped, pulling her flush against his body wrapping his arms around her tight. Her fingernails lightly running up and down his back nearly made him purr as he placed soft kisses on her neck. 'It's your love' came on the radio and he started dancing around the barn singing to her.

She squealed with laughter as he spun her around. 'It's your love' was their song, the first song they ever danced to. Letting her hands slide down to his hips she softly pressed her lips to his in a loving kiss. She allowed him entry when his tounge sought its way into her mouth as he deepened it. Their hands began to roam, finding just the right spots to drag moans from each other until he was pressing her against the wall, his rapidly filling cock digging against her stomach. His hand worked its way under her shirt and he squeezed her supple breast rubbing her nipple through the silky material of her bra and was about to lift her up around his waist when they heard gravel crunching on the driveway announcing a car approaching. "FUCK!"

Debbie laughed and patted his ass. "Not now baby, your mom is here but if you're a good boy, maybe later." She waggled her eyebrows at him playfully. "You should probably take a walk for a second until the little monster calms down."

"Fuck," he whined pitifully as he laid his head on her shoulder.

"HI honey," mama Syverson's sweet southern voice rang out as she approached. A concerned look crossed her face as Sy stood with his head on Debbie's shoulder. "Everything alright?" She asked as she put a hand on his back.

He raised up and greeted her with an awkward hug, keeping his hips back so his hard-on didn't accidentally brush against his ma. He shuddered at the thought. "Yea we were just taking a break," he told her as he walked over to the mare he'd brushed down before dancing with Deb. "Let me put this girl in her stall and we can all head to the house for lunch."

"Oh, um, I'm sure Debbie has a lot of work to do," she hedged throwing a look toward the other woman. "A lot of rescues to take care of and all."

Sy closed the stall door, brow creased in bewilderment at what she’d said "Ma, what the h…"

"She’s right," Debbie cut him off. "Horses gotta be fed and watered and I need to get some round bales out in the pasture feeders. Gonna take me the rest of the day." He started to argue but she kissed his cheek and whispered, "She needs you. Go be with her." Before walking to the storeroom to start pulling out grain.

Sy's mom was a sweet, kind, loving, God fearing southern woman but for some reason she seemed to dislike Debbie. Deb had tried everything to get her to warm up to her because she knew how important Sy's mama was to him but nothing seemed to work. It worried her because she didn’t know how it would affect her relationship with Sy in the long run but there was nothing she could do about it. She sighed and went about feeding all the animals and working through her day.

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tomtenadia · 3 months

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Detours to You - 25

Hello all again, here we are with another chapter. This is a nice one and after this there are still 6 chapters left. The angst is basically over. We are a few months after the last chapter. Rowan is healed and also back to work.

He gets some amazing news in this chapter and then we have Lysaedion's wedding. Also we have smut. Oh yes our two birds have finally reconnected that way too and now they can't keep their hands off each other.

Hope you will love this.

MASTERLIST

A few more months elapsed and spring finally decided to appear in Orynth and the snow eventually began to thaw. The white of winter lead the way to the colours of the new seasons and cherry blossoms painted some of the parks pink.

Rowan was a winter person but happily admitted that spring had its own way of making everything look happier with all of its colours.

He had left HQ after a meeting with the commissioners on some of the improvements they have been working on. That had been his last meeting of the day and now he was driving towards the ice rink to pick up Maya after hockey practice. She had finished her introductory weeks and now she had started the actual training and was finally learning to play hockey. That was a first he had got to experience and his phone was bursting with pictures of his daughter in hockey gear. He and Aelin had taken her to a shop to buy all the equipment. She was proudly using the stick she had received for her birthday and for her jersey she had chosen the same number he used. She had chosen him and not Dorian and he could not contain his pride. On his way to the rink he had stopped at the dry cleaner where he had to collect his dress mess uniform. Lysandra and Aedion were finally getting married that weekend and Aelin had begged him to wear his uniform so he had agreed.

He and Aelin had improved a lot more and as soon as he was cleared to go back to work, he had taken her for a weekend in Ilium just before he was due to go back to work. They had left Maya with her grandparents and it had taken some convincing that it was a holiday they needed alone. They had to reconnect fully and finally took the last step in their relationship. They had almost spent the entire weekend in bed with just a few interludes for a swim in the sea and dinners out. It had been a perfect weekend.

The ice rink appeared in front of him and parked his TFD pickup in the car park and walked in, following the sound of the girls playing. He reached the rink and saw a few parents leaning against the barriers watching their daughters play.

He easily spotted Maya and smiled. She had perfected her skating technique quickly and they had gone out a few times together.

He noticed that they were practicing shooting techniques and he smiled when Maya kicked her puck right in the corner of the net with what meant to be a basic snapshot, fooling the goalie. He had taught her that.

He pumped his fist in the air in joy and in that instant one of the mothers walked towards him “is she yours?”

“Yes,” he answered quietly.

Aelin had explained him that at school he had won the title of DILF. He was about to celebrate until she explained him the meaning of the acronym. He had been horrified. The same story repeated itself at hockey practice.

The woman tried to keep talking to him, but Rowan managed to ignore her by adding that he was there to enjoy his daughter playing hockey.

Maya finished half an hour later and ran to him, while carrying her duffel bag and stick “Dad!”

He lifted her in his arms and kissed her “You have been so good today.”

“Did you see me?”

He nodded and put her down “ready to go home?”

Hand in hand they walked out of the rink and drove home.

The weekend finally arrived and so did Lysandra and Aedion’s wedding. The couple had decided to get married in a steading just outside the city that offered functions. It had a big pond and the wedding was going to take place near its banks and then the owners had prepared all the tables for the meal which was all produce from their farm.

Aelin was in hers and Rowan’s room getting ready. She and Elide were maid of honours and were wearing a long sleeveless green dress “Ro, can you zip it please?”

He came out the bathroom in his still open shirt and damp hair.

“You are not allowed to look this hot,” she stepped closer, her fingers brushing his chest. Stroking the markings in the old language where she knew Fireheart and Maya stood.

Rowan hummed “no distractions, we have a wedding to attend.”

Aelin kissed his pecs and his hands landed on her hips. Since they had taken the last step in Ilium, they had struggled to keep their hands off each other, but with a toddler next door they had been careful and did not manage to have as much fun as they wanted.

Rowan kissed her neck “You look stunning.”

“I don’t have anything underneath,” she whispered in his ear and felt Rowan pushing her against the dresser.

“Temptress.”

Aelin looked up at his eyes clouded with lust and a darker shade of green. She loved being the cause of that reaction. She had feared that after their separation their intimate life would suffer but Aelin had been wrong. The sexual tension had been building up for a while and in Ilium they had discovered that their chemistry was still explosive.

Rowan nibbled at the spot behind her ear that had the power to melt her and a whimper left her mouth. She had to talk to him, she had something important to say but her body had decided to stop responding to her.

“Ro…”

The kiss he gave her almost reduced her to a putty “Ro…” she repeated with urgency.

He gently pulled back and caressed her face “what?”

Aelin stepped back and looked at him “I have something to tell you.”

His stare turned worried and Aelin noticed it so moved quickly back to him, grabbing his hand and placing it on her belly “I found out a few days ago.”

She stared at his expression morph from worry to pure joy as he got the meaning of her words “for real?”

Aelin nodded “I did the math and I am positive it was our sex fest in Ilium,”

Rowan laughed and pulled Aelin to him “We are having another baby?”

She looked up at him and was glad that she had not started with make up yet because at his expression, tears started to well in her eyes “Maya will be a big sister?”

Another nod “I have not told anyone because I have not been to the doctor yet and I wanted to tell you first.”

“I am coming with you, I am not missing anything this time.” He lifted Aelin in his arms and twirled on his feet until she asked him to stop because she was getting queasy.

“I love you,” he added kissing her deeply and in that instant the door flew open and Maya burst in “Mama, dad no kissy.”

Rowan went to his daughter, lifted her in his arms and stamped a loud kiss on her cheek “did nana help you dress?”

Maya climbed off him and showed her dad her green dress and the cute green trainers Aelin had bought her. Eiddwen had combed her hair in two lovely braids tied with a green ribbon.

“You are lovely, but now sit on the bed so mum and dad can finish dress up.”

“Mama, dad are you getting married too?”

Both adults stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. They had put the priority on rebuilding the foundations of their relationship but Rowan definitely wanted to marry Aelin.

“Not yet, Maya.” Added Aelin, looking at Rowan who nodded back at her. He walked to his daughter and sat at her side “Your mum and I are working on it,” he extended his hand to Aelin and she took it “For now you need to know that I love you and your mum very much.”

“But she is your princess.”

Rowan smiled and shook his head “no baby, you are my princess,” he kissed her head and then stood, enveloping Aelin in his arms “Your mum is my queen.”

Aelin melted in his arms and Maya joined them, and Rowan held in his arms his growing family.

The wedding had been perfect. Aelin and Rowan had sat together with Elide and Lorcan and Maya had been the ring bearer and she had been proud at being given such an important task.

The ceremony had been perfect and during the vows Aelin had found herself crying, although she mostly blamed the hormones.

Now it was the after dinner and the party was in full swing. Lysandra had invited both Aelin and Rowan’s parents and Maya was busy dancing with her grandfather while Rowan had stolen Lysandra for a moment and Aelin had gone dancing with her cousin.

“So, how does it feel to be married?”

Lysandra chuckled “Marry Aelin and you will know…”

Rowan chuckled and Lysandra gasped “Are you going to propose?”

“Maybe…”

“Rowan Whitethorn,” she whispered “It’s about time.”

He smiled “we just took a detour through life but we are back on track now.”

“Good, because I want to dance at your wedding next.”

The dance came to an end and Aelin joined him again “Want to dance, chief?”

Rowan kissed her “I have a better idea,” he took her hand and started walking away from the main party area.

Aelin laughed when she noticed when he was going towards the barn.

“Seriously?”

Rowan paused “don’t tell me that in none of your romance books the couple doesn’t sneak away for some fun in the barn?”

Aelin pulled him closer “Oh no, chief, I have plenty of examples.”

Quickly they walked in the building and Rowan closed the door behind them and then a moment later Aelin was flush against the wall, his body caging hers “this dress has been driving me crazy,”

Aelin’s hands found purchase in his hair while his started roving her body climbing higher up to the edge of the corset. Her breast were full and tempting him. Slowly he pulled the fabric down exposing her soft mounds. His mouth covered one of her hard peaks while the other was being tended by his hand. Aelin moaned loudly and pushed him harder against her.

“Fuck, Rowan…”

He looked up with a happy smirk “any problems, m’lady?”

“I need you,” she breathed while her hand palmed his length in a teasing motion.

Rowan put the corset back in place and with a strong pull of his arms he lifted her on the desk, moving between her legs and getting closer to her.

“How much do you want me?” He breathed against her ear and Aelin moaned, her hand fisting in his long hair “stop teasing, chief.”

A chuckle left Rowan’s lips while his hand trailed her legs, slowly lifting the long dress. His mouth was avidly on her neck.

Aelin’s legs wrapped around his back and she slightly leaned backward on her hands “I am going commando, remember.”

The growl that left Rowan’s lips was savage and his mouth devoured her in desperation.

And when Aelin let out another obscene moan, Rowan’s finger slowly traced her core, noting how wet she was “all this for me? Gods, Aelin, you are dripping.”

She was about to let out a sassy remark when the feeling of his fingers filling her made her shatter and shorted her ability to speak.

Gods, sex with Rowan always had the power to destroy her. She had tried with another person but it had been so mundane that she had gone home and finished herself off. It had not been Sam’s fault. He could have been decent with anyone else but she had Rowan has main reference. It had been hopeless.

When Rowan added a third finger, Aelin saw stars and while he worked her to drag an earth shattering orgasm out of her, she grabbed one of her breasts and began teasing one of her hard peaks.

“I love when you touch yourself,” he added in a dark voice.

“Does that turn you on, chief?”

As a response Rowan stooped and fully lifted her dress, exposing her to him. A moment later his mouth was on her core and Aelin almost screamed.

“I have been hard for you since you put this dress on,” his tone had turned gruff while he kept feasting on her like a starved man.

“Fuck me, Rowan. I need you inside of me.”

“Do you?”

“Please.”

Aelin knew he loved when she begged him and it turned her on to no end when their lovemaking was a bit rougher. Mala burn her, being taken in a barn was one of her fantasies.

Rowan pulled her up and then a bit forward so that her ass was lined up with the edge of the table.

And while Rowan was unbuckling his trousers, Aelin’s finger found its way inside her causing a reaction in him “Look at me, Ae.”

That she did but at the same time she lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked it clean.

“Fuck.”

He stood in front of her, his cock in his hand, watching Aelin pleasing herself.

“Now chief, are we doing something about this?”

Rowan’s reaction was almost feral. He walked closer to her, lining himself to her entrance and in a swift motion he was inside her. Aelin groaned and collapsed on her back. He leaned forward and kissed her exposed breasts “gods Aelin.”

“More, I need more.”

He pulled her as close as possible never slowing down.

He felt her walls starting to clench and smiled and increased his speed until Aelin shattered under him, his name on her lips.

“I am not done yet with you.”

His finger went back to her clit trying to prolong her pleasure.

Aelin shattered a second time in his arms and he eventually felt the first signs that his peak was close too.

And when he did, he collapsed on her, wrapping her in his arms and leaning his forehead on hers “did it meet your fantasy?”

She kissed him “so much better.”

He gave her another kiss and then pulled back, trying to tidy himself up “I wonder if in the books they stash some cloth for the afterwards.”

Aelin laughed “no, in books they get clean magically.”

He grabbed her waist and pulled her off the table, pushing down her gown “Your hair is a bit messy.”

She snuggled closer to him “I don’t care. I’ll sneak in the bathroom on my way back.”

Giggling like two teenagers who had caused some troubles, they ran back to the main building and went to get sorted before joining again the wedding party.

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crazy-ache · 3 months

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20 Elucien

20…scars

In the sudden rush between endless political meetings of the Night Court, Elain somehow finds herself standing next to her mate. They know their roles well. Lucien bows his head politely first, and Elain follows with the barest of nods and a tight lipped smile that is more proper than warm. They were forgotten, in the back of the room, not privy to whatever current argument was unfolding.

As she stood next to him, she noticed his nostrils flare, as if detecting a sudden scent.

Lucien’s head snapped at her, his golden eye whirring as he seemed to search for an answer along her exposed skin. “Are—are you hurt somewhere?” His voice rasped, as if he was painfully restraining himself in order to speak in a whisper.

“I don’t think so—oh—” Elain looked down before holding up her right hand. He had scented the small amount of blood from the deep scratch on her palm, the very one she had accidentally sliced open early in the morning in her garden. “My hand. It’s just a cut on my hand.”

A muscle in his jaw feathered at that. “If you don’t heal that, it’s going to leave a scar.”

She turned her hand over, taking a closer look at her injury. “I suppose I can pay Madja a quick visit.” Before she could take a step toward the door, he cleared his throat.

“Wait,” Lucien turned to face her now. “Allow me. I can heal it.”

Elain looked at him in consideration. A taut feeling was pulling on her ribcage, as if begging to allow her mate to help her. It was the sincerity from his eyes that gave her the courage to extend and offer her palm upward, resting it in his waiting hand.

She had seen healers work before and knew what to expect. Instead of reaching over with his other hand to work his magic, he ran a thumb over her cut, then slowly brought her hand up to his mouth. Elain had to hold her breath as Lucien placed his wet lips right to her wound, kissing the skin of her palm with a deep reverence. His eyes never left hers. All she could feel was warmth, not like a burning fire, but one like daylight, as if the sun itself had shined upon her.

After a long, singular moment, he pulled back, returning her hand. Upon closer inspection she could see the skin had stitched itself together, leaving no trace of the cut. Her nose tingled at the remnants of magic lingering on her skin. She couldn’t hide the amazement from her face as she looked back up at him.

“An old party trick, you’ll have to forgive me.” Lucien’s russet eye twinkled. Before she could respond, someone from across the room was calling out his name for his attention.

“Excuse me, lady,” he bowed his head again, a hand grazing her elbow in apology as he left her to walk across the parlor.

Elain covered her mouth with her hand, the very same one he had just healed, and wondered what else his kiss could heal deep inside her if given the chance.

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tea-moon-ster · 11 months

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Over the moon, under the nose

When Kasey, Natalie and Alex spend a night out, a stranger approaches Kasey to warn him about his relationship.

CW: alcohol, drinks

contains slight mention of Vaincre spoilers

All characters (except Bar Guy) belong to @lumosinlove. Thanks to the amazing betas @boredbook and @be3lynn. read it on ao3 here.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon.”

With a shy smile, followed by Nat's friend's cooing noise at how much of a gentleman he was, Kasey stood up from the busy table. He went to sit on one of the stools by the bar, tapping his fingers at the rhythm of some pop song, and waited to order the drinks for Natalie, Alex, and himself.

From the table across the bar, Natalie flashed him a bright smile, and it was the most natural thing to smile back.

She’d asked Alex and Kasey to come with her for a few drinks with her friends from the studio, and the night had been fun enough. Alex had suggested a decent bar just outside town, avoiding the central ones to have a chill night out, away from cameras and prying eyes. So far, no one had interrupted them for a picture or to discuss the freshly ended season, and that, in Kasey's book, meant that it was working. He'd let Natalie and Alex do most of the talking, sipping his virgin drink -someone had to get them home at the end of the night.

And honestly, just looking at them smile and sip their drinks was enough to draw involuntary smiles from him. I pulled that. They're both here with me. A glittering prize that was there for everyone to see, but only for him to draw giggles out of smiley kisses. So yeah, he was content with nodding along the current conversation and taking it all in.

Natalie was so careful to include him and Alex in every conversation and fill in with details, the one time they were hanging out with people outside of their own circles. Maybe too careful and innocent, Kasey and Alex agreed with one silent look. As if she didn’t fill them in with the studio's gossip every time she came home from work. The little shit.

And Alex was in his element. Ten minutes into the night, he had the whole table cackling and waiting for him to say his bit. He was charming like that, Kasey knew it well. Magnetic. It was nice to stroke his thigh under the table -a small, casual gesture that was better than any shiny ring or purple mark on their necks. Just like his arm around Nat’s bare, already sinfully tan shoulders. No urgency at all to show they belonged to each other; just the smug, untold touch that spoke for itself.

From his stool by the bar table, Kasey watched as Natalie ran the exact same pattern down Alex’s thigh, and he yearned for his seat, right in between them. He ordered the drinks quickly, hoping they wouldn’t get too much to be ready.

He’d been waiting for said drinks to for about a minute when a man took the stool next to his, pointedly ignoring the many other free seats on both sides. Kasey registered the weird approach but ignored him, keeping his eyes on the aging bottles disposed in shelves in front of him.

Then, the man began to throw him glances every few seconds to see if Kasey was looking back at him. He didn’t even look like he meant to order anything, remaining silent and unnecessarily close. Kasey checked his phone to kill some time, and then his watch, but after a while he could feel the man staring a hole into his head, impossible to ignore.

He tried not to mind, he really did. Alex could find the most anonymous bar in the city, but they were still NHL players. People were going to recognize and approach them. What Kasey did mind, though, was when people did neither. Some would just…stare in the most obnoxious way. Maybe hoping and waiting for him to make the first move. As if he’d start to chat with strangers every time he got stared at.

His teammates were better in this kind of situations. Leo tried with a gentle Can I help you. Thomas with a Wassup. Even shy, introvert Loops sent a small smile, and Alex…well, Alex was Alex. He started conversations with people not even staring at him. Just for fun.

Natalie liked to joke that Alex had kissed Kasey so many times that he’d sucked all the social energy out of him -a joke usually followed by dirtier ones. But one could look at it that way; where Kasey lacked all kind of social battery, Alex was a bottomless pit of extroversion. They balanced each other in a way that made Kasey feel at peace with himself and the world.

But if Alex was Alex, Kasey was Kasey.

And Kasey didn’t start conversations with random men who stared at him insistently and occupied his space in a bar full of empty seats.

But the man didn’t look like he was going anywhere, and eventually Kasey had to turn and look at him, if not to say Hi to a fan, then to ask what was it that he wanted. The man looked like the classic fuckboy you meet at a nameless bar like that one. Hair spiked up with an unnecessary amount of gel, baseball jersey on and sunglasses in his hair even though it was nearly midnight. He smelled of beer and cigarettes in a way that made Kasey suppress a grossed-out face.

“Can I help you?” he asked, giving him a head to toe look in hope to sound mildly annoyed.

Fuckboy immediately nodded, lips curving in an arrogant grin as he titled his chin at something behind Kasey’s shoulder. “Is that your miss at the table by the tv? The blondie?” he asked in a low, confidential tone that drew Kasey’s brows together. He’d been waiting for the usual You’re the Blizzard, right?, or maybe a picture. Certainly not that.

The uneasiness he’d felt when the man had sat was slowly boiling in his chest. He turned, as subtle as he could, only to see Natalie, laughing at something one of her friends had said.

Natalie looked good that night, in her tight purple dress, and she knew it. Her cheeks were flushed from the cocktails she’d already ordered. The ring at her finger sometimes caught in the light in a way that made Kasey want to scream and cry right in front of everyone, and then get down on his knee again. Natalie Darcy, a goddess to behold.

Alex looked good, too. He always did. He’d borrowed Kasey’s blue shirt, a few buttons left undone, and Kasey had settled earlier that night that the shirt would no longer be his. The redhead looked too good in it. So hot, Freckle, Nat had smiled a few hours before, as she pulled them in front of the hallway mirror for a quick pic before getting in the car. Wearing his clothes for a night out.

Kasey unconsciously stood straighter, squaring his broad shoulders up in the way he did to occupy as much nest as possible when a puck approached. He turned back to face the man, brows now up and his stare icy.

“Yeah,” he answered. “What about her?”

Fuckboy nodded slowly, with an expression between knowing and apologetic. “Hm. Thought so. Listen, my man, I hate to say it, but…I think the chick’s cheating on you.”

It took a second for Kasey to register the words. He blinked a few times, looking for things to say.

“I…what?”

And then, realizing the absurdity of the situation, and the nerve that stranger had, “Excuse me,” he continued, turning to face the man, “Do I even know you?”

Fuckboy sent his hands up with a condescending expression. “Listen man, I’m just trying to help a dude out, okay?” He pointed at the table again with a dirty grin. “Look at your friend there, all over her. They look pretty cozy, huh?”

Kasey’s eyes moved before he could register what was going on. He let out a snort -he should have known. Natalie was now on Alex’s lap, still talking to her friends as a hand mindlessly ran through copper strands. Alex was focused on leaving soft kisses on her bare shoulder.

They did look cozy, Kasey thought to himself. Cozy and cute and beautiful, so beautiful together.

They hadn’t even noticed the looks on them, so lost in conversation and in each other, that Kasey felt his heart pull. In the low lights of the bar, their faces were warm and peaceful, relaxed in lazy smiles, Alex’s fingers playing with Nat’s ring. It was a motion so gentle and practiced, over the last months spent together, and one that Kasey could stare at forever.

The goalie turned again, eyes focused on the bottles neatly displayed behind the bar in front of him. “Nah, we’re good. Thanks,” he said, making a point not to smile or look at Fuckboy. He hoped that would be enough to dismiss him.

It wasn’t, of course.

Fuckboy scoffed, leaning even more towards Kasey. “Dude,” he laughed disbelievingly. “You gotta stand up for your girl, you know? I really think you can take that carrot skin.”

Kasey had to bite the inside of his cheek not to laugh at his face. Oh, you have no idea.

He took a deep breath instead, determined not to let a random, annoying guy ruin their night out. “Listen,” he tried again, with way more patience than he actually felt. “I said we’re good. They’re both my partners. Leave.”

He could almost see the gears moving in the man’s head, trying to connect the dots. Maybe he’ll apologize and leave, Kasey thought. Maybe he’ll understand and let it go. Maybe…

“My dude. Is that what they’re telling you?”

Of course not.

Before Kasey could open his mouth again, Fuckboy was patting his shoulder, definitively annulling the distance between them. His breath stinky with alcohol and smoke was all over Kasey. “Let me tell ya, that right there is a shit friend to have. I know a thing or two about friends doing it under your nose, and you can’t let that…that ginger fucker steal your girl, you know?”

“That’s…” Kasey started. That’s my boyfriend, you asshole, he wanted to yell. And then he wanted to punch him, and again and again, and then kick him out of the place. Kasey couldn’t understand what his deal was. He could say that, in his not-that-long-but-still-significant career, he’d seen it all. Drunk fans, angry opponents, rude journalists, a few refs having a bad day, too. But Fuckboy beat them all, and most importantly, his self-imposed crusade mission remained a mystery. What exactly did he want? Was he looking for a fight with Kasey? With Alex? With them both? Could anyone really be that reckless about their own safety?

Most people avoided bothering him as a principle. You don't bother the goalie on the ice, you don't bother a 6'3" guy in general. It's, like, survival instinct. Unwritten rules and all. It's not even like he was an intimidating person. If anything, he was pretty chill. He guessed that his body and, as Leo had put it, resting bitch face, did all the work for him.

Still, even if people weren’t usually a problem, he wasn't used to strangers being in his space or talking shit about his partners like that. And for how chill and quiet he could be, he certainly wasn't going to let all that pass. Quiet had never meant passive. The thing was, he really didn’t have it in him to start a fight in a nameless bar on a Wednesday night. Not with both his boy and his girl sitting happy and clueless at their table, waiting for him to be back with their drinks.

So, “That’s none of your business,” he gritted instead of answering Fuckboy's question. Who, for this credit, didn't look like the hostility or dirty looks touched him at all. He continued looking at their table, shaking his head disapprovingly.

If he doesn't stop looking at them this second...

A hot fury was quickly rising in his chest, Kasey could feel it. He was usually pretty good at keeping it at bay, at keeping his temper cool and maintaining his focus. It was his job -to never lose focus on a very small object even when everyone around him was crashing, yelling, and creating chaos. But in that moment, the puck was nowhere to be seen. Uneasiness and frustrations were mixing too quickly in his chest.

"I said leave."

Fuckboy, still staring smugly at the table, in a you-don’t-know-what's-coming-for-you way, did a double take. “Dude, are you seeing them? I mean…c’mon. They’re really doing it under your nose. Just wanted to let you know, you know. Man to man…”

“Look,” Kasey interrupted, stepping down the stool. He had a few inches on Fuckboy, and he hoped that that and a final warning would finally make him leave. The patience strategy was at its limit. “Thanks for your…sense of civic duty, solidarity, or whatever, but I said we’re good. Don't make me repeat it. I don’t want to cause you any trouble.” The trouble being you missing three teeth.

Fuckboy scowled, offended. “What’s the matter, man?” Then his eyes widened in the dumbest sparkle of illumination Kasey had ever seen. “Unless...are you the other guy? Like, in an affair? No, wait, is it a gay thing? You’re, like, girls’ best friends, right? Nah, can’t be it. You don’t look like one of those…”

Holy shit, how is it possible to offend in so many ways in thirty seconds? Kasey thought, now positively fuming. He wasn’t one for explaining his personal life to complete strangers in the first place, but the man had crossed the line minutes ago. He’d crossed so many lines. And he was still blabbering, careless of the many dismissals or Kasey’s icy stare.

“…I don’t know your deal is, man, but if that’s your chick, he should be keeping his hands to himself, am I right?”, he chuckled. He then leaned in even more, impossibly close, a raised eyebrow, grinning. “Listen, I got a few guys at the table if you want. You know, to take care of the leprechaun. We gotta have each other’s back against girls who think they can just-”

A second later, Kasey had his fist clenched around Fuckboy’s jersey, making him stumble off his stool, and ready to make a tooth or two jump out of his mouth. Enough was enough.

“Say another thing, another fucking thing about them,” he all but growled. “I dare you.”

The man’s hands went around the one Kasey was clenching around the jersey, but his sloppy attempts at freeing himself were nothing against the steel grip of a pissed off, professional athlete. Kasey tugged the jersey again.

“I’m not your fucking dude, my fiancée is not some chick, and my boyfriend is not a fucking intruder for you to take care of,” he rumbled. “Got it?”

Fuckboy nodded frantically, too shocked to let a word out. But Kasey couldn’t forget the whole thing and let him go with just a warning. He'd tried, he really had. But that was four warnings or so ago, and the man had pushed his luck. He’d learn to stay out of what were none of his businesses, and not to offend in every possible way on earth, and…

Suddenly, a tray with three glasses appeared in between them, together with a concerned look.

“Er...a margarita, a daiquiri and an iced tea?” the barista asked hesitantly, placing the drinks on the bar top, her eyes darting from Kasey to the other man.

Kasey blinked and took a deep breath.

No, he wouldn’t do it, he decided. As Natalie would say, that poor excuse of a man didn’t deserve his time and energy. It wasn’t worth it. With a disgusted face, he unclenched his fist, pushing the man back against the stool. He then turned to the counter, fishing cash from his wallet without glancing at it.

“Thanks. Huh, keep the change,” he managed. The barista’s eyes widened, but she didn’t protest.

He then turned to Fuckboy one last time and put his goalie face back on. Unreadable, intimidating, aware of his broad figure towering over the guy, who was still looking at him with eyes wide open, that stupid grin of his nowhere to be seen now.

“Get lost,” he hissed. “Or else. You’ve been bothering me and insulting my partners for too long. I won’t repeat another time. And think again before you call a woman someone’s property or intrude on a relationship you know nothing about.” He threw one last up-and-down, chin-up glare. “Oh, and before you think about getting your few guys, I want you to know that I’m the Lions’ goalie. Gryffindor Lions. And the leprechaun over there? He’s the Rangers’ center. We get paid to work out and hit people. So get. Fucking. Lost.”

The man’s eyes widened as he scrambled to his feet. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before walking in the opposite direction and holing up in a busy booth, curved shoulders that made him look half his size.

Kasey walked away, leaving the tray of drinks at the counter. Any determination of having fun was long forgotten. The night was ruined anyways, and he wanted to get out of that place as soon as possible.

When he joined the table again, he was met by Nat’s delighted smile. She looked happily tipsy. “Hey there, lover boy,” she giggled, extending a hand for him to take as he stopped behind them. “What took you so long?”

“You were sent with a mission, Winter,” Alex joined, a hand going to pat the blonde’s hip. “Now we’re thirsty and confused.”

“Let’s go home,” he muttered without meeting their eyes.

Natalie frowned. She stood up from Alex’s lap, just a little wobbly, and Kasey didn’t miss the quick look the redhead sent to where he and Fuckboy had been standing a moment before.

“Hey,” Natalie asked, a hand on his chest, looking for his eyes. “All good?”

Kasey took a deep breath, nodding and bringing a hand to her waist to steady her. And maybe himself, too. “All good. Just wanna get out of here.”

No question asked, they quickly said their goodbyes to the table, with promises to meet for another night and to say hi to their teams. With one arm still circling Natalie, and a hand on the small of Alex's back, Kasey threw one last look in the direction of Fuckboy's booth, where his friends were listening to quite the story. Kasey snorted. “The audacity of some people, I swear,” he muttered under his breath as he placed his jacket on Nat’s shoulders.

His fingers were drumming on the steering wheel in a nervous rhythm, temper slow to boil down. Natalie’s breath came in soft snores from the backseat, and Alex was silent at his side. Kasey kept his eyes on the road, but he could feel Alex’s gaze on him. So different from the asshole at the bar. Soft, concerned, accompanied by a small smile.

Kasey was Kasey and Alex was Alex. But for how social and extroverted Alex might be, he was never out of place.

“So. That jerk at the bar?”

So he noticed, Kasey noted, then shrugged.

“Apparently, you two are 'doing it under my nose.'”

Alex took a second to realize what he meant, then laughed quietly. “Of course we are. As a matter of fact, you can’t see my hand right now, but...” He didn’t finish, noticing the joke wasn’t making him roll his eyes as usual.

Some time passed, the only noise the wheels on the smooth road.

“Hey.” A soft squeeze on his thigh.

“It’s just...” Kasey groaned, forcing actual words to come out of himself instead of keeping it all bottled inside. He was really working on that. “Why can’t people just mind their business?”

He received a sympathetic nod, that mixed bitterly with the thin line of Alex's lips. “I know.”

And Alex knew. The press hadn’t been exactly brutal, but sneaky remarks had come from social networks and interviews. What was Alex O’Hara doing with Blizzard’s girlfriend, and why did Blizzard allow it, where they just following the “trend”, Hazard’s hazard!, were they only hiding their homosexuality by including Nat...the list went on and on. They’d heard it all in the last few months.

Alex tapped a finger on his thigh, dragging him pit of tilting his head. “Kase. Don’t listen to Chad Fuckerson or whatever his name is.”

Some other time passed, Alex patiently waiting for him to calm down.

“He did strike me as a Chad, you know,” Kasey conceded at last, feeling some of the tension in his chest ease at last. Alex sent him a soft smile, sensing it, eyeing it in the well-known and well-loved map that Kasey was for him.

“That’s because they’re all the same. It’s like listening to a broken record. But,” he squeezed his boyfriend’s leg again, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve got you, and you've got me, and we’ve got her.”

Kasey nodded, doing his best to ignore the lump in his throat. He wasn’t sure if it was from the encounter at the bar or at Alex’s words -always fitting right, caressing him where he needed the most. He covered Alex’s hand with his own and nodded a few times, doing his best not to let his voice falter as he caught his amber eyes in the reviewer mirror, both checking on Natalie's peaceful breathing at the same time.

It was alright. He got them both.

“Yeah. We do.”

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sun-kissed

pairing~ jung wooyoung x male! reader

genre~ (au) (f) (s)

word count~ 9.5k (it’s that god damn smut scene i tell ya)

synopsis~ It’s the summer of ‘72 and y/n- an ex boy scout, arrives home after his college life is ruined by something as mundane as a crush on his best friend. in an attempt to run away from his concerns surrounding his sexuality, y/n returns to pinefield. there he meets jung wooyoung, a delinquent who really shouldn’t be there. the pair, both from different worlds come to the realisation that maybe what they were feeling wasn’t intense hate but something special...

or the one where an ice cold camp counsellor meets a boy who he’s convinced holds the sun in his eyes

featuring~ two closeted gay kids who are stupid and in love, reader is san’s cousin but it doesn’t really add to the plot that much, insinuated homophobia (nothing is actually directly mentioned), switch reader & switch wooyoung, frotting, a sickening amount of fluff, kissing and pda, wooyoung’s smart mouth and dolphin laugh, the longest and most respectful smut scene ever, praise & body worship, cum play, unprotected sex (don’t do this please i just had to keep this era appropriate).

playlist~🌼 (excuse the amazing lack 70′s music on this playlist)

a/n~ at this stage i will probably always be thanking you @kpop-ship-silver for actually encouraging me to get some thoughts out there, especially this fic. and @flwrboi i know we just started dm’ing but let me be bold and say you’ve 100% become my muse of sort. even though i started this fic months you and your presence inspired me to make this the cutest thing in the universe. lets just say this is a token of “please be my friend?” “or maybe at least consider being moots for more than a couple of weeks?”

also the song y/n and wooyoung listen to in the lake scene is Go All The Way by Raspberries

You can’t help but feel somewhat guilty, your family had been waiting for months to see you, yet you currently sat in the shadiest area of your yard tracing shapes on your bare knee. The sizzling meat and the children that ran wild, though loud, was reduced to background noise in your mind. Family barbecues were far and few between yet the atmosphere remained the same, regardless of the change within your heart.

A few days prior you stood in a phone booth on your campus weaving a narrative of your seemingly amazing college experience, even if you didn’t address it the distance in your voice was booming, so your dad took immediate action dusting off the same apron he wore years ago in an attempt to at least gift you with a faint smile when you arrived home. He had yet to see that smile but still had a few tricks up his sleeve, even if he was practically forced to man the food. After the not-so-subtle “You know you can tell me anything right champ?” you didn’t budge, and that in itself felt wrong. Throughout your life you had always been the sweet little boy who would always peck their mum on the cheek before running off to explore their backyard, which eventually led to you becoming the beloved poster child for the town’s local scout troop.

Honesty, integrity and kinship practically ran in your blood even during your awkward teenage phases. And as soon as you outgrew your troop you snatched up the opportunity to volunteer as a counsellor every summer, even now the familiarity of it pulled you back in, and right now you were as desperate as ever to forget about the events that had taken place.

The first couple of months of college had lulled you into a false sense of security, gifting you with a decent roommate, friends, you even managed to find a girlfriend. If you could go back and give your past self a helpful warning you would have looked him in his e/c eyes and said “Sometimes the best things are temporary”. It began as a faint jolt of electricity that ran wild when you brushed against Jaehyun’s arm. Then eventually you found yourself drifting in and out as you scanned his handsome features, and when someone noticed you responded like clockwork “When did admiring your best friend become a crime?” That question was later answered the night you refused to go further with your sweet bookish girlfriend Anne and instead opted for sneaking a hand into your boxers, letting soft whimpers of Jaehyun’s name slip loose and drift into the cold night air.

Your major game plan was to keep the double life you were leading under wraps, but eventually you made a lapse in judgement. The night was painfully ordinary, Jaehyun laughed at his joke that nearly fell into the realm of being a dad joke. You had a good sense of humour but the joke was a complete miss, but the sparkle in his eyes, that made everything worth it. From that point on your body was acting on its own, after taking one sneaky glance at his lips you took your chance. In some fantasy world Jaehyun would have stolen your breath in one swift kiss, but it never came. Dread coated your entire being as your eyes, which had since then clasped themselves shut, finally opened.

There was no hint of emotion on his face, it was as if he had already blocked out what had happened. Your friend stood, reaching for his bag. Slinging it around his shoulder he tilted sideways trying to avoid making eye contact.

“I was just joking.”

“I think I should go.”

Those five familiar words carried a venomous sting to them that was only heightened by him turning on his heels. Speaking proved to be a struggle, everything you wanted to say never made it past the tip of your tongue. By the time you managed to croak out a string of words he was already out the door.

“Jaehyun…I’m sorry.”

From that point onwards Jaehyun made a habit of taking elaborate detours in hopes of avoiding you. Maybe he was doing you a favour since there was no way you could work your way up to looking him in the eyes let alone start a conversation. However, your perspective clearly changed when a heartbroken Anne sat across from you, you knew where this was going even before you registered the words she spoke.

It didn’t take long for it to spread like wildfire, everyone knew about the little ex-boy scout who wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. So instead of unloading your baggage to your father you ultimately decided to ditch and disappear into the semi-wilderness and confront your feelings later, what could possibly go wrong?

A thud to the back of your head withdrew you from your thoughts, snapping you back into reality. Before you even had time to swivel around your younger cousin Ethan was frantic, “Sorry!” Looking down to your side you notice a lone soccer ball, the adults around you immediately set into action scolding him. “You know y/n’s not well.” That was what your mum used to smooth over the situation, she knew even less than your dad but she was still out here defending you while holding a stack of paper plates.

“Mum I’m fine.” Feigning innocence, you stood flashing a gentle smile before you dashed towards Ethan. The young boy playfully squealed as you trailed him around your back yard, finally cornering him you picked him up carrying him to the blow-up swimming pool. He was already in his swimsuit so when you plopped him into the pool the boy giggled like crazy, splashing you with water.

The familiarity of it all was a soothing balm over all the things that had happened in the weeks prior, and returning to Pinefield was a much-needed cure for your broken heart.

Wooyoung shuffled in his seat irked by the whole scenario, he didn’t deserve to be in this hellscape disguised as a cubicle. He wasn’t going to deny that he resorted to minor threats but that’s all it was, he wasn’t going to beat the dude up. But no matter how many times Wooyoung had stressed this to his community service officer he was dismissed with a passive aggressive smile.

The combination of the man’s feigned innocence, the pasty walls and the noisy water cooler was starting to break Wooyoung. His head fell into his hands muffling a frustrated sigh, “Now… the last time I checked a verbal threat doesn’t equal community service.” “Well, it does in our books, now Wooyoung you’re eating into my lunch break” “Good” “Son, just choose something you have no choice in the matter.”

Snatching the clipboard out of the man’s hand Wooyoung traced his tongue along one of his fingers and took to flipping through the pages, it didn’t take him long to realise that each listing was just as bad as the last. However, one caught his eye. “Camp Pinefield? You’re kidding me, a scout camp? You’re willing to let a “delinquent” volunteer around children, that’s good to know.” Wooyoung expected to at least get a chuckle from the man in front of him but much to his disappointment he got another blank stare.

Frankly all of these options were shit, but it was still an easy choice to make. There was no way he was going to willingly clean up after the people who got him in this situation to begin with, he also didn’t ever feel comfortable working in a local cemetery.

“Camp Pinefield it is.” “Well, if that’s the case I will contact the head of the scout troop and organise the paperwork. The camp starts in three weeks so I expect to see you back here next week to register. But until then enjoy your freedom.” Wooyoung was already walking away when he recognised the cocky comment. “It’s a scout camp not a prison.” “Your right, twelve weeks isn’t that bad right?” Luckily the officer couldn’t see how Wooyoung’s face paled immediately. Used to Wooyoung’s antics the man didn’t even react when he dashed back into the cubicle once again ripping the clipboard out of his hands once again, “Don’t you mean one to two wee-“Wooyoung’s voice faltered after rereading the rough penmanship, ‘Oh shit’ .

“Okay look, Tom I’m sorry for wasting your time, you deserved that lunch. Almost as much as I deserve to not do twelve weeks of community service at a camp.” The boy, who just so happened to be gifted in the art of persuasion, kneeled down so his head sat on the desk. There was a side to Wooyoung that barely saw the light of day and it only appeared in moments of complete desperation, he scrunched his face into a bright smile that saw his eyes disappear behind his cheeks. “I change my mind.” Without realising it Wooyoung had given the guy all he needed to make a smartass comment that sliced deep into Wooyoung’s ego.

“But with a face like that, the children are going to love you, I can’t disappoint them, right?”

“Oh, come on! It’s not even final, I can change my mind.” “I’m sorry my hands are tied” “No they aren’t!” “I don’t care how loud you get; I am not budging. Have a nice day.”

In that moment Wooyoung’s suspicions had been confirmed, he had indeed spent the last hour and a half in literal hell.

“Well fuck you too!”

He was fuming when he rounded the corner only to be met with Yeosang stifling his laugh, even after he had spotted Wooyoung he made absolutely no attempt at hiding his amusement. It was Yeosang’s idea to sync up their community service meetings, a cute little privilege that he reserved for his best friend. Much to his delight he managed to be placed into the cubicle right next to Wooyoung, meaning he had a front row ticket to the chaos that Wooyoung was raining down upon the poor officer.

So Yeosang didn’t even bother to ask about what had truly taken place, and even though silence had plagued them the entire walk home Yeosang failed to hear what the other had murmured through gritted teeth.

“Twelve weeks, what a dream.”

You sat adjacent to scoutmaster Hawke, entertaining the man’s conversation as you prodded a stick into the flames watching the logs crumble. You didn’t know whether you were just gifted with a huge ego or whether you were just so used to being a model citizen, but seeing the logs reduced to ash made you feel like a god. You had arrived at the camp grounds just as the sun was rising, an act which was 100% unnecessary but it wasn’t hurting anybody. Hawke knew what to expect from you considering he had known your family for thirteen years, if you had wanted to show up at the crack of dawn, so be it.

Once upon a time you had been subject to Hawke’s strict nature, but as soon as your mother had been dubbed the longest serving chef Pinefield had to date you were given a pass to do as you pleased. It wasn’t actually as irresponsible as it had sounded, they all knew you had a working head on your shoulders.

It was nearly eleven and the egg yolk sun washed over the campgrounds. Saturating it in a friendly type of warmth. Since you had arrived Hawke kept you close by after giving you a special task, to welcome one of the new camp counsellors. This was by no means out of the ordinary, with your innocence, charm and enthusiasm you could win over just about anybody so why not put you out into the front line to ease the worries of the newbies?

What Hawke failed to mention was that he had indeed met the new camp counsellor, and if that day was any indication of the type of person Jung Wooyoung was all hands-on deck were needed to reform him. So, he concocted a list of plans spanning from A-Z, and plan A was more or less chaining Wooyoung to their best volunteer. It was a complete shot in the dark but it was easily the better of the plans.

The older man was actually relieved that Wooyoung hadn’t shown up yet, it gave him the opportunity to calm your nerves before he could spring everything onto you.

“Y/n you know I’m not one for sentimentalities but it’s good to see you again, I wasn’t sure if you’d be back, seeing as you weren’t here last year.”

You playfully scoffed, bickering with the man as if he was a beloved uncle.

“Hey! You know you can’t get rid of me yet Hawke, you’ll be long gone before I leave you all behind. But seriously I really miss being here.”

“Just know that you don’t have to volunteer to come back and visit.” “Yeah, I know.” Truth be told you were never accustomed to the idea of not giving back to the people that basically witnessed you grow up, so you stayed. All the kind words he had showered you with were merely a way to put your heart at ease before he threw you into the tiger’s den, and you hadn’t the slightest clue.

“Not to cut you off there, but are you really sure he’s showing up?” “Just give him some time, he’ll show up alright.” There was something slightly ominous about Hawke’s answer but you let it slide. The tweeting birds filled the silence enough for you to relax once again, however, just as you dropped the stick to your side a rusted cherry pickup truck rounded the corner. From where you were both standing it was hard to clearly make out the owner of the car, but that didn’t really matter as the person for Hawke was waiting for exited the pickup truck.

It was proving incredibly difficult to mask the shock on your face, he wasn’t meant to be here. Maybe you were a serial gatekeeper but your anxiety was beating you into submission. Even if the phrase “Don’t judge a book by its cover” was repeated on loop throughout your childhood, you adopted an immediate distaste for the boy. His raven hair was slicked back, held in place by a black and white bandana. The rest of his outfit hung loosely on his body, a mix between the hippies your mother whispered about and the delinquents your father urged you to distance yourself from.

Your guest took his time, speaking to the driver of the vehicle before flashing him an emotionless smile, he hadn’t even been here for a whole minute yet he already seemed to be suffering.

Sending a salute to his friend he approached, coming to a stop right in front of you. He had yet to utter a single word but his piercing gaze was preventing you from blurting out the usual camp counsellor spiel.

“Good to see you son.” Hawke’s words didn’t seem to faze the young man, that or he was a mute, somehow you had a hard time believing that. Hawke’s sharp exhale was a warning sign in itself, the ex-army veteran had a very…unique sense of respect, his morals were so deeply ingrained in him and it was terrifying. Even if his heart was relatively big, his anger was no joke and nothing angered him more than stubborn silence.

You inadvertently flinched when his large hand came to rest on the stranger’s shoulder, gripping it in faux jolliness. It wasn’t a friendly gesture at all, it was a clear show of dominance. But Hawke was met with a challenging tilt of the head. As if he could sense his brash nature Hawke retracted his hand.

“Y/n I’d like you to meet Wooyoung, he has been kind enough to take on the role as Clarke’s replacement. I have asked Y/n to be your mentor of sorts or as we say, your buddy. Even if he does hold more authority over you, treat him as you would a good friend.”

“Sounds great.” Oh great, he was a complete asshole, well he definitely looked the part, but you had held out hope that he would at least save the sarcasm for later.

“Now Y/n why don’t you show Wooyoung around.” You could tell by the crease forming between his brows that he already needed to recover from Wooyoung’s attitude. “Sure, will do.” Turning to Wooyoung you flashed him the best poster-boy smile you had, maintaining it until Hawke was out of sight, there was no way you’d let him see you so nervous and fidgety. “I’m Y/n, in case you missed it.” “Didn’t miss it.” “Cool! So how about we drop by the cabin to ditch your belongings so we can get this tour rolling.” You were preparing yourself for another sour response, not for him to push past you and walk off to God knows where. “I’d suggest dropping the quirky scout thing, it’s not very convincing.” Your jaw dropped in sheer disbelief “You’re going the wrong way.”

One would have thought that you had tortured Wooyoung, when in reality you had just given him a tour and his scout uniform. “I think it suits you.” Wooyoung sighed “Please don’t say that.” It had been what, an hour? Yet you could already feel a pin prick of a migraine forming. Not wanting to give him fuel for another sassy comeback you attempted to change the subject. “So Wooyoung, what brings you to Pinefield?” For the first time since you met, he actually thought over his answer before exhaling a forceful sigh. “Look I promise it isn’t as bad as it seems, but I’m here for community service.” Wooyoung didn’t want to admit it to himself, considering you had been so persistently bubbly and invasive, but the way you tilted your head in confusion, was honestly one of the cutest things he had ever seen.

“Wait, I didn’t know that was a thing, don’t you need to be back in town picking up garbage?” “Okay, pretty boy, you obviously missed the point THIS is my community service.” A flaming blush coated your cheeks, it wasn’t meant as a compliment but it still had an effect on you. “Right, I’m sorry I just didn’t know you could do that, honestly that sounds like a pretty good deal. I have a cousin San, he just started his community service a couple of days ago, he nearly took the Pinefield gig to spend time with me but he absolutely sucks at leading children. So, he’s cleaning empty houses.”

One would have thought you just said the most outrageous thing based on the pure shock on his face. “Your cousin San?” Wooyoung had no idea how many people called San lived in this area, you couldn’t be talking about his best friend. “Technically he’s my fourth cousin but I didn’t think that mattered.” “This might be a stab in the dark but are you possibly talking about Choi San?” He watched as your eyes lit up ‘oh fuck’ “Yeah do you know him?” There was no way, well actually that could possibly explain why you were so attractive. But besides that, you were nothing alike. “He’s a close friend, he actually drove me here.” “What?! Why didn’t he come and say hi? First, he misses our family barbecue and now this.” “I’m more surprised you didn’t recognize your own cousin.” “I have bad eyesight sometimes! And I haven’t seen his new truck.” And there it was, a pout that was nearly identical to that of his best friend.

For the first time since he arrived Wooyoung chuckled “The difference is amazing, I can’t believe such an uptight, do-gooder is related to San.” You responded with a shrug “Well I am.” Wooyoung crouches down so he’s eye level with you “Hey lighten up, I think we’ll get along fine.” “I doubt it.” “Oh, come on, now who’s the depressing one, look it’s not like I’ll torment you, I wasn’t going to… but now I know you’re San’s cousin I can 100% say I’ll behave. Scout’s honour.” Wooyoung gave a small salute and a bright smile, you could see why the two got along, there was something oddly sweet about the guy, but he was still a major pain in the ass who had been pushing every single one of your buttons since he arrived. So, you’d have to pass on actually being his friend.

All you could do was flash him a false smile and glance at your watch hoping you had somewhere to be, your call was answered in seconds. A knock on the door brought Wooyoung to his feet in time for another counsellor to enter the change room. “Y/n there you are” He didn’t seem to notice Wooyoung until he turned to his side. “Good you’re here too. The scouts are here.” It was in that moment that you realised your watch was definitely showing the wrong time. “Oh, flip. Okay we’ll be out there soon.” You could feel Wooyoung smirking as the counsellor left the room “Oh flip? San 1, Y/n 0.” “What does that even mean?” “I’m keeping count. Whenever you say anything cheesy or lame San gets a point, I dunno how you get points but I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Wooyoung did in fact keep his promise, he definitely didn’t set out to make your summer difficult. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t annoying, oh god was he annoying. Three weeks into his time at Pinefield he had ditched his cold bad boy persona and became the golden child of the camp, the children adored him, the female counsellors had a crush on him and the adults showered him with praise. Even so, Wooyoung had a soft spot for you, even if it wasn’t mutual. You had made it completely obvious that he was a burden to you but he honestly didn’t care. He still had fun testing your patience.

Truth be told, if you weren’t studying a degree in social studies, you probably would have been an actor, solely due to the fact that you were able to convince others and yourself that you despised Wooyoung when in reality you had become one of those who were completely enamoured by his everything. But this felt too familiar and if Jaehyun had taught you anything it was that you were doomed if you let your heart get the best of you.

“Look, I’m not saying you’re wrong, but why don’t you like him? He’s so nice.” Your friend Christina interrogated you over breakfast, you let out another sigh aware of the possibility that you were grasping at any reason to hate Wooyoung. “You know what if you spent every single day paired with him, you’d be losing it too.”

His sarcasm had rubbed off on you, whenever questioned about him you always had a defensive answer. Because at the heart of it, there was a reason why you disliked him and it was growing bigger and more complicated every week, day, hour and minute that you spent with him.

Your prayers had been answered, then dashed in a matter of time. Wooyoung didn’t show for breakfast gifting you with much needed silence, but the world also condemned you to a good couple of hours in the presence of a shirtless Wooyoung. The lake on the edge of the camp wasn’t the biggest lake in the world, but it was still in need of a lifeguard. The lake was connected to a string of other lakes that ultimately connected to the sea, a perfect get away for Wooyoung who sat on a cherry-red lifeguard chair. Instead of actually watching out for the kids he let them run free, closing his eyes to inhale the salty sea breeze. Feeling eyes on him he pauses his Walkman “You good?” It was a struggle to keep your cheeks from turning red. Wooyoung had to be aware of his visuals, his cockiness was most definitely a result of over-confidence.

“I’m fine, just watching you shirk your responsibilities, if you aren’t going to be the lookout let me do it.” “It’s all good up here don’t worry your pretty little face about it.” Huffing out a sigh you stretched back allowing your feet to dangle off the end of the jetty. Even from your spot the sea air managed to tussle with your h/c locks. Wooyoung resumed his position, reclining back into the chair. Just as he was about to press play you spoke again “What are you thinking about?” “That’s a pretty invasive question.” “I’ve never seen you make that face before.”

There was a moment of hesitation. He wasn’t keen on telling you the truth, that he was thinking about you. It didn’t have anything to do with your relation to San, even if you hadn’t told him that bit of information, he still would have found you so insanely attractive. He couldn’t deny the fact that he frequently wondered what your mouth could do, other than nag him. You were uptight to a fault. Any other person would have been offended by your harsh approach, but Wooyoung found it endearing. He actually enjoyed your company, every single attempt he made to get closer to you was in good spirit. He wasn’t even certain that you were into him or guys in general, it was more of a suspicion that was proving itself true with each lingering glance in his direction.

So instead, he responded with a witty retort. “I’m imagining that I’m at the beach with the hot sun and even hotter babes.” Man, this guy sucked, however, he was attractive. You hadn’t seen it before but the sun shining down on him proved to be your new weakness. Summer looked good on him.,

“Sounds like a dream, now share!” Springing up you strolled towards the boy, tugging at his arm that was lazily thrown over the arm rest. “The hell?!” “Didn’t you hear me? Time to share that fantasy, get down.” Wooyoung, used to this behaviour could only chuckle at your words. “Wooyoung.I.Just.Want.To.Do.My.Job.” “Fine, move out the way I’m getting down.” Wooyoung Leapt down from his throne with ease “There you go, have at it.” Wasting little time, you fumbled up onto the seat. Ironically you had little to no climbing abilities despite being a scout and since you were focused on not slipping and getting a concussion you failed to notice your swim shorts ride up your legs.

Something as simple as that broke any self-control Wooyoung had, but it was the innocence that got him. You seemed just as oblivious as always, he was actually willing to overlook this mishap until you smirked at him.

In your head the smirk was a sense of dominance, you had gotten your way, end of story. However, that smirk led Wooyoung to the point of no return.

“I think we should get out of here.” You rolled your eyes “Look we only have twenty minutes left. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” How were you not getting it? He was being so blatantly obvious. “Look. I’m feeling, God, can we just talk… privately.” It was all too tempting to tease the guy but he looked completely on edge. “Yeah of course.” Landing on the ground as gracelessly as possible, you looked around for the best place to have this conversation. It was decided that the small lifeguard’s unit that sat about a hundred feet from the lake was the best bet.

Unlocking the door, you ushered Wooyoung inside, taking the extra step to lock the door behind you. “What’s u- ““Look, I could be completely wrong but do you like guys?” “I’m not against them, you’ve seen me with my male friends.” He was starting to wonder whether you were just that oblivious or just a stick in the mud. “I know that, I’m asking if you’re attracted to other men.”

Wooyoung had promised that he wouldn’t torment you, but for some reason you were still anticipating the worst if you did confess to anything. So, you gave the same answer you gave to Anne all those months ago. “That’s absurd, I’m not into guys. I’m straight.” Your lie seemed to convince her at the time but Wooyoung saw through your half-hearted words. “Look I’m not asking because I’m weirded out but you’ve been acting a little…look you keep staring at me and I don’t know how to feel about it.” “Oh, come on don’t flatter yourself Wooyoung, it’s nothing really.” Wooyoung licked his lower lip in frustration. “Look if I tell you something about myself can you answer one question for me?” “If it’ll make you happy go ahead, but please make this quick I don’t want to leave the kids alone for too long.”

“Great! Don’t worry this won’t take long.” He may have come across as overly enthusiastic but in reality, his nerves were starting to get the best of him. “You’re not the only one who isn’t straight, unlike you I’m just better at hiding it. So let me ask you again “Are you attracted to me?”

It felt absurd, this couldn’t be happening. While you were still trying to comprehend the words, he had spoken Wooyoung leaned in, his voice no louder than a faint whisper. “Feeling’s mutual.” While your brain attempted to come up with a long list of excuses as to why you shouldn’t give in to him, your body acts, swiftly pulling him in for a kiss. After the initial shock Wooyoung resumed his cocky playfulness, nipping at your lip. “I didn’t think you liked me that much.” “Shut up.” “Come on I’m just teasing.”

Wooyoung cupped your face, pulling you back it didn’t take long for his soft lips to soothe every single one of your worries. “More, Wooyoung I think I want you to touch me.” Even in his most vivid fantasy he never thought you’d be begging for his touch. “Where? Here?” The amusement was evident in his voice as he brought his hands to rest upon the bare skin just shy of your hip bones. The light circling motion as he traced aimless shapes summoned gentle whimpers. “S-stop teasing me, you know exactly where I want your hand.”

Wooyoung clicked his tongue, his mock displeasure wholly covering up the fact he thrived on your demanding attitude. “I didn’t know pretty boy had so much bite.” Whining in frustration you rested your forehead against his. “Woo you’re wasting my time.” Maybe he had gotten carried away, he quickly glances up at the clock hanging on the wall. “Looks like I’m going to have to make you cum in less than ten minutes, challenge accepted.”

Wooyoung swiped at the various clipboards that littered the desk behind you, too caught up in the moment to even react when they hit the floor with a clang. He leaned in for one final kiss, whining when you tilted your head to the side. Not wanting to let you win this heated battle he took to nipping down the side of your neck as he lifted you onto the desk. While you were far too preoccupied with the sensation of your skin between his teeth Wooyoung tugged your swim shorts down tossing them off to the side.

A hiss slipped through your gritted teeth as his hand came into contact with your already hard member. Even though his touch was light and his hands soft, your voice remained caught in your throat. You wanted to test his patience just as he had tested yours, but the only thing you had to offer was a pathetic buck of your hips each time his hand edged closer to your balls. You shuffled forward holding yourself against him, leaning your head into his shoulder you whined. “Don’t stop.” As if to spite you Wooyoung stilled his hand, bringing your head up you frowned at the loss of contact. “Hey lighten up, I want to try something.”

It was his turn to pull down his swim shorts, not knowing what to expect you play nice, allowing him to bring your left leg up for better access. You closed your eyes waiting for him to enter you, instead he pressed his dick against yours. Once again, his hand returned, this time he held both of you in his hand resuming with short, feverish strokes. Your own arms began to shake as the pleasure he deprived you of returned, feeling far more intense than before. Letting your eyes close and head loll to the side you failed to see him swipe your tip, merging your precum with his. One more clench from him had you shuddering against him as you came onto his hand, even though you were trying to recover Wooyoung continued. The overstimulation forced you to open your eyes looking him chase his high, not even phased by your cum coating his hand. “Woo, stop, it’s too much.” “Hang in there, I’m nearly done.” Wooyoung moved his hand faster only for you to cry out, gripping his biceps you left small crescent indents. The light pain was it all took for him to reach his release.

Even through the lust that was clouding your mind you managed to peer up at him, marvelling at how gorgeous he looked with his clenched jaw that only slightly relaxed when he began muttering a string of incomprehensible curses.

Catching his breath Wooyoung pulled away from you, looking at the clock. “Told ya I could get you cumming in under ten minutes, I think that deserves a kiss.” His comment was weightless, it was intended to float in one ear and out the other but you caught it mid-air with a warm smile that made his heart skip a beat. “You’re ridiculous.” Normally whenever you’d say that it would sting, as if you were ripping a band-aid off of his heart. Instead, you gifted him with a honey-sweet kiss, reassuring him that this wasn’t a dream, even if it felt too good to be true. It was nearly impossible for you to admit that you liked him, the words just weren’t there but the lovesick look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know

The walk back to the lake was full of the cheesiest smiles that the two of you could muster, you intended to drop it when by the time you came in view of the kids. But Wooyoung had another one of his brilliant ideas, ignoring your whining he pushed you to the side so he could take the small climb back onto the chair. “Wooyoung!” Instead of answering he shuffled into the seat, partially spreading his legs “What’re you waiting for? Didn’t you want to share that fantasy with me?” He stretched his arm out smiling when you took his hand, steadying yourself just so you could climb into his lap.

All the wriggling that he was doing became apparent when you realised, he had pulled his Walkman out from behind him. Noticing your doe-eyed expression Wooyoung took it upon himself to lean in close placing one ear pad over your ear and the other on his.

For the first time that day you closed your eyes, ignoring the loud game of Marco Polo that was taking place but before you could fully drift into a peaceful daydream Wooyoung made sure to let you know how he felt.

“San 37, y/n 2.” “Wait how is a confession only worth two points?!” “It would have been five points if it was a verbal confession. But don’t worry, we have the rest of summer for you to catch up.”

By the time the last day had come around you were still far from beating San, while you would say the whole point system was just there to piss you off, Wooyoung begged to differ “You’re just a little embarrassing.” You both currently stood in the kitchen, staring at the bacon that was closer to ash than anything edible. Having Wooyoung as your boyfriend meant that you drew the short straw with kitchen duty, ever since Doris gave him the opportunity to cook breakfast once a week you were pulled along even if you weren’t the best chef around. The only thing you got out of these moments was complete privacy to kiss the life out of him. Ever since that awkward confession you were unable to be around each other without acting like dumb kids who were hopelessly in love, luckily Pinefield remained oblivious to everything that had happened. Shocking considering how touchy Wooyoung was.

Amongst all of the sexual favours you had done for each other you always faltered when it came to actual sex. Back in the lifeguard’s unit all those weeks ago you were prepared to get it over and done with in thanks to that lust filled frenzy, yet things weren’t that simple. You just couldn’t bring yourself to feel that open and comfortable again, it wasn’t like Wooyoung ever pressed you on the matter. He was content either way, but today was the last day you had with him, well not exactly, yes you were leaving Pinefield but Wooyoung assured you that you had him for life now. That didn’t make you feel any better, you were aware of how removed and cold to the touch you could be, you were way more mellow now but you still felt wildly uncomfortable admitting out loud that you actually loved him. There were countless times wherein you had accidentally cock-blocked yourself, each time you credited that to the trauma that came from your near kiss with Jaehyun.

But that was then and on the last day, it felt all too right to switch roles. It was time you became the one with the bright, charming disposition. Which wasn’t really the easiest thing to do, but if that issue of Teen magazine you found lying around told you anything, it was to trust your heart.

“So Wooyoung, you doing anything tonight?” “Probably not but I haven’t even thought about what I want for lunch, you’re expecting a lot from me Y/n.” “Well, is it okay if I steal you away for the night? I wanted to repay you for this summer. “You’re such an idiot I told you I’d come by your place after we got home, stop trying to ditch me it’s rude.” Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you while you stirred the scrambled egg “Stop twisting my words, I’ve got a surprise for you.” “Nice! See you then.” The door creaked open causing Wooyoung to let go of you making you lose balance and singe your finger on the flame that licked the side of the pan. “Mother of God Wooyoung! That hurt!” You intended to give him a piece of your mind but instead you were greeted with Doris’s friendly smile. “Y/n deary that looks bad, Mr. Hawke wants to see you, but first come with me, let’s get some ice on that.”

Unfortunately, that was the only time you had with Wooyoung until you slipped into the cabin that night. Hawke had kept a close eye on you giving you housekeeping tasks that left you in his presence for the majority of the day, you had assumed the camp was none the wiser but all of Hawke’s questions alluded to quite a bit of suspicion from the older man. You preached the cover story that you weren’t a sinner, and in fact Wooyoung was a friend of a cousin of yours and that he was actually a decent person to be around. All of that acting tired you out, the only thing preventing you from crashing your head onto the pillow knocking out for the night was your lover’s expectant look. In an attempt to seem as casual as possible you walked past him to the bathroom, when you had passed him you spoke lowly “I’ll come get you when the others fall asleep.” Wooyoung nodded immediately launching into a cover up “I’m glad your finger’s better, I didn’t think it would be that bad.” As usual his constant chattering went over the head of the others urging them to fall asleep quicker than anticipated.

Making sure the coast was clear you sat up scanning the room, realising that Wooyoung was also up doing the same thing. When he made eye contact with you, he smiled and pointed towards the cabin door. Nodding you gestured towards his shoes. While he was getting ready you tiptoed towards the corner of the room grabbing two kerosene lamps, lighting them while you still had the dim cabin lights.

Wooyoung let out a loud exhale when he joined you outside “We better get out of here I’m not sure if I saw someone walking up or if it was a trick of the light.” Passing him a lamp you shushed him with a frown and walked off into the distance waiting for him to jog up to you. “Sorry about that Woo, I really don’t want to get caught. But I’m glad to see you. I really missed you.” “Hey well you’ve got me now, so do what you will with that.” Your free hand reaches towards Wooyoung’s clasping it tightly as you walked ahead practically dragging him behind you. The fool behind you giggled, he had mentioned it casually during conversation but whenever you demanded something from him or “wore the pants” in the relationship, he became weak at the knees.

It had to be no less than a ten-minute walk away from the campground when you came to a stop. “We’re here.” Wooyoung wasn’t sure he knew where “here” was but he got some kind of idea as the orange light illuminated the field of daisies around him. Placing the lamp to the side you fished out a plaid picnic blanket laying it down you sat down waiting for Wooyoung to take his seat next to you.

“I didn’t expect this from you of all people.” “Oh hush, I have a plan and if you keep running your mouth, you’re going to make me anxious.” You reach back for his hand, your nerves showing as your hands shook in the warm summer night’s breeze. Instead of addressing the elephant in the room aka your shaking hands Wooyoung brought your hand up stroking it before giving it a chaste kiss. “You’re probably wondering why we’re here.” “I admit it did cross my mind.” “I wanted to star gaze, but I brought you here for another reason. I found this place in my first year and I thought it would be suitable to say goodbye here.” Wooyoung froze, his heart in his throat. Shocked was an understatement, he didn’t even do anything this was so messed up “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “No, I don’t mean it like that! I just don’t think I’m coming back to Pinefield next year. So, I wanted to make my last night memorable. I was already thinking of cutting my ties with this place but Hawke just basically interrogated me today and I decided that I don’t want that. What I do want to say is that I’m an idiot who can’t tell his boyfriend how much I love him.” You looked up at Wooyoung your eyes crinkled as you flashed him a bashful smile. “I don’t say it enough but I fucking love you Wooyoung”

If it was any other occasion, he would have laughed at how awkward your cursing sounded but instead he pulled you in for a rib-crushing hug. For the first time since you had known him, he was rendered speechless, just existing with you in his arms. Deciding to play along with him you let him pull you down onto the picnic blanket, he shuffled around so you could both look up at the twinkling stars that hung low in the night sky.

After a brief moment of silence had passed before Wooyoung found the right thing to say. “Coming here was a mistake, I didn’t even want to be a counsellor but now, I can thank my stupidity otherwise I wouldn’t have had my heart stolen by an annoying, uptight, cold-hearted camp counsellor.” “Well, I’m glad you like them cold. But seriously thank you Wooyoung. You fixed a broken heart.” It was Wooyoung’s turn to tilt his head in confusion “I was outed for trying to kiss my best friend, word spread that I was just some gay little camp scout, so I came here. Basically, thank you for being so stupid.” Despite the moonlight shining down upon the two of you, you swore you saw the sun in his eyes, so you kissed him. It felt different from all the other kisses you had shared, it felt complete.

Wooyoung snaked his way under your shirt, his touch searing your skin, but it was okay, it was safe. You pushed Wooyoung onto the blanket straddling him. He was about to whine and kick up a fuss when you tightly intertwined your hands with his, leaning back in for another kiss. His lips were reminiscent of the sticky marshmallows that he ate by the bonfire, which made up for the fact that Hawke wouldn’t even let you join in on their small end of camp celebration.

The kisses that were initially forceful and demanding were now needy and messy. Impatient as ever Wooyoung pulled his hands away from yours to try and flip you over, you pushed his hands away with a cocky smirk. “I’m sorry but It’s my turn to love you.”

You left his lap only to part his legs, kneeling between his thighs you placed a soft kiss on his forehead. A silent oath that you were going to treat him as if he was made of glass. Wooyoung’s jaw went slack when you removed your shirt, arching your back as you did so. There was no doubt that you knew how to get him flustered, it was a shame that you hid that side of yourself as often as you did. But maybe it was for the best, Wooyoung never denied the fact that he was a possessive guy. So, he was just counting all of his lucky stars that he was the only one who got to see you like this.

“I should have asked earlier but are you sure you’re okay with me doing this Wooyoung?” “I want this, please go all the way.” You were trying to remain serious but you broke into a fit of laughter as he continued to quote the song you listened to by the lake. “It feels so right, being here with you tonight.” “Stoppp you’re making me blush! But seriously are you okay with me being on top?” “Relax will you! I want this.”

“In that case” You gripped Wooyoung by the hips, tugging him in closer “I’m about to rock your world. “San 79” “Don’t you dare mention San now, that’s such a turn off.” Wooyoung’s squeaky laughter was contagious, but you were too worked up to laugh with him. Instead, you pulled his shorts down focusing on palming the bulge in his pants. Failing to grip anything more than the picnic blanket Wooyoung sat up holding you close to him, if he couldn’t handle this, he had no idea how he was going to get through tonight. Despite his clinginess you continue to palm him while he began to lazily place kisses across your body, starting at your lower jaw and travelling down to your Adam’s apple and finally stopping at your heart.

It was a tricky job, considering Wooyoung was so firmly pressed against you, but you managed to remove his boxers sighing as you felt his length rest against your lower abdomen. “As much as I want to keep holding you like this, I’d prefer to fuck you.” Trust you to seem so proper even when you said the filthiest things, Wooyoung leaned back trying to give you as much space without having to stop touching you. Discarding your boxers, you guide Wooyoung to lie down, fighting against all of your urges you took it slow bringing three fingers up to your mouth and lathering them with saliva. The sensation of your pointer finger entering him made him throw his head back allowing himself to look up at the stars once again. The sensation of your finger pressing against his tight inner walls was borderline euphoric, if it wasn’t for the sweat beading against his torso, he would have thought he was dreaming. The feeling intensified with the addition of a second finger being buried into him. “Shame on you for not doing this sooner, your fingers feel so good.” Wooyoung moved to angle his hips trying to get your fingers to sink in deeper. However, at that moment you had already pushed in a third finger. “F-fuck!” Concern was at the forefront of your mind thinking assuming that you must have hurt him, his blissed-out face quelled your worries. “You’re doing so well Woo, thank you so much.”

That simple comment sucker punched Wooyoung in the heart, he wanted to be the one thanking you, instead he was writhing around trying to delay an orgasm that felt too close for comfort. Then you had to go and effortlessly brush against his prostate “Y/n, please stop, m’gonna cum if you keep this up.” Wanting to drag this out a little longer you removed your fingers, brushing them on the edge of the shirt Wooyoung was still wearing making him scrunch his face up in disgust. “My bad, its not like you’re going to be wearing it the whole time.” It sounded like a random comment but Wooyoung could tell by the dominance in your voice that it was an order, so he removed his shirt.

Getting a closer look at the tattoos spread across his body you brought his legs up, licking your palm you brought it down to lubricate yourself before brushing the tip against his entrance. Wooyoung shuddered at the sensation only to whine when you finally dipped your body and pushed into him. His body went rigid, he let his eyes fall shut so he could marvel at how well you filled him up, once you had bottomed out completely you pulled him towards you so your body was tightly plastered against his. Even though you had yet to move your heart was violently thumping against your chest, as you both gasped out disorderly breaths.

“You feel so good Wooyoung, just relax and I’ll make you feel so good just you wait.” “I already feel good, but fine, you’re the boss .” Keeping to his words Wooyoung exhaled, loosening around you. As soon as his body was lax you started thrusting into him “Y/n oh, that feels so good. More.” Heeding his word you gripped his legs, placing them over your shoulder. It was hard to maintain any self-control around Wooyoung, especially when he looked like that, face red and flushed, hair sticking to his forehead. A particularly hard thrust forced a groan from Wooyoung “Shit, I’m sorry Woo, I’m so sorry.” Making a move to pull away from him Wooyoung held you in your place “We’ve spoken about this; you never have to use that word; you have nothing to be sorry for.”

Lowering his legs by a fraction you began moving again, though your thrusts weren’t as hard they were hitting the right spot each time. Wooyoung whined at the friction, he knew full well that he was nearing his climax and this time he welcomed it. He tapped your hand, “I want to do something.” You let go of his legs watching him prop himself up with his arms, his back slightly arched. Moving back and forth he tried his hardest to ride you, it was a precarious angle but it hit his prostate spot on. “I’m so close, I can’t...” Before Wooyoung could finish his sentence, he came, cum spurting onto your lower torso, he really wishes he could have held out just that few seconds longer so he could experience the magic of cumming with you but at least he got to really take in the sight of you pulling out only to cum on his stomach.

Wooyoung crinkled his nose when you fell to his side, placing a sloppy kiss at the corner of his mouth. “That… was amazing.” You smirked at the boy who was still trying to get down from the high he was riding. “I hope it made up for lost time.” “Didn’t it ever. I can’t believe you just did that.” Any sense of dominance that you had disappeared leaving you a blushing mess. As if you hadn’t just spent the whole night making out with him you leaned in for another kiss. You made the move to rest your head on his shoulder, Wooyoung did the same almost headbutting you in the process. “Don’t worry Woo, I’ve got you.” Not having the energy to refuse you Wooyoung brought his head down to rest on your chest.

It was nearly impossible to determine how long the two of you were cuddled up, talking and pointing at the stars. The sex-crazed stupor you were still in broke when something small and wet fell onto your cheek. Luckily you caught Wooyoung before he fell into a light slumber,” Wooyoungie, it’s raining, get up sleepy head.” The rain was getting heavier by the minute even though there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. You didn’t notice it initially but Wooyoung had fallen behind a slight limp in his step. Coming to a stop you waited for him to catch up, passing your back pack to him you crouched low waiting for him to jump on. You marched through the forestry, dodging mushroom rings while Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your neck, murmuring the sweetest things one could ever imagine.

The rain was pelting down at full force by the time you returned to the cabin, masking your heavy footsteps from the added weight of Wooyoung who had been attempting to tickle you for one whole minute. Dropping him off onto his bed, you brought him in for one more hug ruffling his dark hair. “Well, thanks for being my date for the night, I’m sorry this is awkward I don’t know what to say… Maybe just go to sleep, you look like you’re about to pass out.” Wooyoung rubbed his eyes and whined “Well I am going to sleep but not because you told me to.” Rolling your eyes at Wooyoung huddled under the sheets you returned to your own bed, finding it nearly impossible to stop smiling as you thought recalled the entire night.

Another thing you found impossible was falling asleep, you were put off by the thunder and lightning despite it not being that violent. It wasn’t a complete fear of yours but it bothered you all the same. Murmuring a soft “Oh my god” you sat up, hair a mess and a frown plastered on your face. Clearly the lack of sleep was messing with your head considering you got out of bed tiptoeing over to Wooyoung. Not wanting to disturb him too much you lightly tapped his shoulder trying to wake him up, to no avail. “Hey, hey wake up… Wooyoung!” You whisper shouted, he jolted awake blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the dim light. “Mmm, it’s just you” With that he turned over not even phased by your presence. Instead of whining at him feigning ignorance you stayed perched by the side of his bed. “I can’t sleep.” Maybe you didn’t sulk but Wooyoung could feel you pouting, so he turned over pulling his sheets back, his eyes were still closed and his brain could barely comprehend anything more than a few words.

So, you slid into his bed, sighing when his arms wrapped around your lower back. It was his turn to pull you closer letting your head rest against his chest. The thought hadn’t crossed your mind that the two of you could potentially get caught, but it truly didn’t matter. It’s not like you were ever coming back to Pinefield anyways. Yes, it had been a home to you for years, but something had changed. You weren’t the hurt guy that showed up 12 weeks ago, you weren’t scared of the judgement anymore. It was a soothing balm to your heart knowing that you could move on all thanks to Wooyoung who had said it many times “I don’t care whether you like it or not Y/n, but you’re stuck with me for life so get used to it.” So, you fell asleep. The heavy rain and his soft heartbeat the soundtrack for a summer love that was far from over.

~in other words please don’t repost or steal my work as i’m a slow writer~

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years

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Hi, can you write a fic (azriel x reader) inspired by the song "Mercy" of Shawn Mendes, where he says "I'm prepared to sacriface my life i wolud gladly do it twice"? Maybe the reader o Azriel can say it before a war/battle... You can choose the ending happy/sad.

Hope this makes sense!

Thank you, hope you are having an amazing day! :)))

Ooh I love that request<33 hope this is what you imagined and that you have an amazing day as well!!

Azriel x Reader | Prepared to Sacrifice

type: angst warnings: none word count: 1069

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You were part of the Valkyries and even though you had taken quite a big blow just the other day you knew you would fight again that day. Azriel, your mate, would not be too please about it. You hoped he was already on the battlefield and would only find out later. What he did not know would not hurt him…or so.

Well, Azriel wasn’t on the battlefield then and obviously saw you leave the healers tent. He followed you when you lead your pegasus towards the battlefield, his fingers quickly curling around your wrists to pull you back.

“Don’t!” he blurted out when you spun around and met his gaze.

“Az,” you breathed, searching his gaze. HIs eyes displayed nothing but worry and agony. He was terrified.

“I have to. It is my job. I am a Valkyrie, I promised loyalty to my sisters.”

Closing his eyes, your mate shook his head. “It is so dangerous. You are not even fully healed. “I am, Az. I am fully healed.” A single tear left your mate’s eye when he pulled you closer to him. His hands moved from your wrists up his arms, smoothing over your skin, until the landed on your shoulders. The shadowsinger drew in a deep breath, leaned forward and kissed your forehead. His moved his palms over your skin, up to your jaw.

Azriel held your face in his scarred, trembling hands. Tears ran down his cheeks while he assessed you. “I am prepared to sacrifice my life. I would gladly do it twice. I would sacrifice my whole damn life, but I cannot lose you. You have to be careful. And you have to return to me. Promise me that. Return to me.”

There was so much pain in his voice. He sounded so broken. Your heart was ripped apart and you quickly moved your hands over his. His saying had drawn tears to your eyes and a heavy sob left your throat. “I will, Azriel. I will. I promise, but you have to promise me the same.

“Losing you would shred me apart, you know that.”

You squeezed your mate’s hands. “Azriel, I know—“ “You don’t understand. If you no longer were I would not want to live on.”

You swallowed thickly after that revelation. You could also not stand the thought of losing Azriel, but hearing him say that out loud did something to your heart. And to your eyes.

You quickly snuck your arms around his torso, pulling your mate as close to you as possible. “Oh, Azriel,” you breathed, “don’t worry. I will come back. I promise it. For us. For our future. I will come back!”

Azriel exhaled loudly, his chin now resting on top of your head. His own arms wrapped around you tightly, his wings providing an extra shield from the outside world. “You are my world. You make me complete and I would give my life for you. It shreds my heart apart seeing you hurt, Y/N. I am sorry that I am so over-protective at times, but I just…” Azriel’s voice was hoarse, breaking when a silent sob ripped itself free.

“I cannot lose you. I feel truly happy and complete for the first time in my life. And that only because of you. A life without you would not be a life I longer would want to live in.”

“The same goes for me, Azriel. I cannot lose you either. But we won’t lose each other. We are warriors. We can do this!”

It was only after long minutes that you finally let go of each other, both stepping back before sharing a short yet passionate kiss.

“I’ll see you later. Fit and in one piece!” you told Azriel upon mounting your pegasus.

Azriel dipped his chin as an answer, a single tear rolling down his face. “Take care, my love!”

The battle had been bloody and cruel—what was left was ruin and destruction. Thousands of death warriors lay on the ground, limbs torn and torso bloody. You screamed your mate’s name from the bottom of your lungs. You had lost Azriel out of sight at one point, couldn’t see him anymore over the fighting warriors and dirt and blood. Now the battle was over, the war won but your mate was no where in sight. “AZRIEL!” You tried it again, wiping the blood and mud from your face and eyes to get a better sight. “Azriel, where are you?” you breathed, tears mixing with the dirt on your skin.

Heavy, aching limbs finally carried you back to what had once been your shared tent. There you only met an equally exhausted and devastated Cassian.

“Can’t find him. I search everywhere. Even where I had last seen him!” Your heart shattered into pieces, knees giving out and a loud sob breaking free. You wailed, screaming from the bottom of your lungs. It couldn’t be true. That was not at all what you had wanted the general to say—what you had wanted to hear from him. You had thought you would return and Cassian had found him.

You had made each other a promise that you would return, that you would have a future.

You could not believe it, could not believe that you couldn't find him. You tried to push the thoughts away—thoughts of never seeing your mate again. But then….then the bond was still there. Over the fear and the pain from your wounded limbs you hadn’t felt the bond. It was still alive, it was still here, it was—

“Y/N…”

Arms wrapped around you from behind, curling around your waist as tightly as possible. “Don’t. I am here. I am back. Stop crying!” Azriel’s voice sounded weak, broken and exhausted. You clawed at him. Sucking in one sharp breath after the other, your heart racing. You said your mate’s name over and over again, finally shifting in his arms and clawing at him. “You are here. I haven’t lost you.” “You haven’t,” Azriel assured you, kissing your forehead. “You haven’t.”

“I also wouldn’t have known how to live on without you,” you told your mate, hands still holding tightly onto him, your chest pressed against his. “Neither would have I. It is us —you and I—until the end of time. Until the end of the world. Forever the two of us.”

“Forever, Azriel.”

tags: @juulle987 @marimorena06 @danikasthings @younxii @nightcourtwritings @mrofontaine @lunalilyf @whor-3-crux @tired-all-the-time @anni-was-here @ummmmmwat @azbracadabra @j-pendragonx @hollyismentallyillhelp @famousbasementpainter @bsenpai @lena-davina @red-highlady @thesugatoyourtae @azrielsbitxh @cityofidek @moony-thoughts @wrensical003

#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar x reader

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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Hey! Hope you’re having an amazing week!

I was wondering if you could recommend some kissing fics? That’s literally it haha, just a few fics featuring our favorite boys being in love and having a make out session.

Any ratings are fine with me!

Thank you!

Hi! You can check our #kissing tag for fics like this. Here are some more to add to the collection...

The Right Words by Justanothernerdsstuff (G)

Eventually, Aziraphale was able to find words. “You’re standing in the rain,” Not the right words, but something.

Crowley laughed in disbelief. “Yeah, angel. I am,” He ran his hand through his soaked hair.

Crowley shows up at the bookshop, and can't keep his feelings quiet any longer.

and as we kissed and said goodnight by decafrose (T)

“I just…well, I never quite got around to it,” Aziraphale said. “Is it nice?”

“I mean, sure. Yeah. S’fine.” Crowley shrugged. “Kind of exactly what you’d expect from putting your mouth on someone else’s. Depends on who it’s with, though, sometimes that makes all the difference.”

“Ah. Yes, I see how that would change things.”

Should I Write Us A Love Song, My Dear by animeangelriku (M)

Aziraphale loves kissing Crowley, and he will never tire of kissing Crowley, and he will keep saying so and kissing Crowley for as long as Crowley allows him to, and that’s that.

Crowley makes the sweetest sound when Aziraphale catches his tongue with the tiniest of nips, a devious, pleased smirk twisting the corner of his lips on their next kiss, a gesture that Aziraphale feels down to his bones, to his essence, to the very core of him, where Crowley has made his home.

The Kiss That Was No Oyster’s Fault by SeedsOfWinter (T)

What if Aziraphale and Crowley throughout the ages, but a first kiss of some kind always happens?

In Rome, Aziraphale and Crowley have time on their hands and oysters on their plates...

———

All the taverns in all the cities in all of Creation, and the demon slithered into Aziraphale’s.

There was no mistaking Crowley. All mourning black wrapped and hellfire haired, slouching towards inebriation, there could be no other. There never would be.

blow him a kiss (and you're mad) by orphan_account (T)

Crawly was gazing at Aziraphale with an untranslatable look on his face. His tongue darted out for a second, and his eyes flicked down to Aziraphale's lips.

So there was the translation.

5 times Crowley and Aziraphale almost kissed and 1 time it finally happened.

did you ever fall in love (did you ever dream of falling?) by Imagined (T)

Crowley slides into the comfortable leather seat of the Bentley, the door falling shut behind him. The metallic thud is not enough to get him out of his stupor. He grasps the steering wheel and looks back to the bookshop, inhabiting one angel who - who just kissed a demon. Kissed him. Aziraphale kissed him.

“What the fuck?” he says to himself, and it takes him a full minute to remember that he has to start the car if he wants it to go. Even then, he just stares straight ahead, mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to himself a few more times.

The Bentley takes pity on him, and just drives itself home.

Or:

Five times Aziraphale kisses Crowley after the Armaggedidn't, and one time Crowley finally takes the hint and kisses Aziraphale back.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #kissing #5+1 #mod d

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wonbinisbabygurl · 1 year

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🧹the handmaiden🌸 🍵

ʲᵃⁿᵍ ᵘᵏ (alchemy of souls ) x ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ!

warning :smut, foreplay, ect, hanbok kink

do not read if your not 18

Minors dni

coming soon

release date :January 24th or 26th

Genre :kdrama, interracial, historical au(this is just your flash back preview of what happened )

He then kisses me while I place my hand on his chest.

Then, after picking me up and giving me another kiss, he unravels his hanbok. A little while after, I was in bed with him, with him lying on top of me and me underneath.

I then ran my hands down his stomach and down lower, making him groan as a result.

I felt chills as he seductively whispered, "If you keep caressing me like that, I might burst."

I then stood up to remove my clothes, which fell to the floor and caused Jang uk to check me out. I then lay back down as Jang uk kissed my inner thigh, which caused me to scream while keeping my eyes closed and gripping the sheets. It felt amazing for the first time, but also like I was drowning in a pool.

I asked him, "Jang, what is that water down my leg?"

He then raises my chin, saying, "It represents your moist love."

Then I felt a chill in my body, which made me whimper with pleasure.

I let out a shaky moan and begged jang

not to stop.

When I felt emptiness, I felt a tongue on my area. It felt a little strange, but I really enjoyed it. As I felt more pleasure from the pain, my body started to perspire.

"Oh, my God!" I scream out inconsolably.

I took a few deep breaths after noticing jang uk had withdrawn from my lower body.

Then, when I glanced up at him, he divided my legs.

"Since this is our first time together, I won't be as harsh." but The pain will soon end, i promise ." Jang-uk says as he tears open a package with his teeth and slides it on him.

He then maneuvered inside of me while muttering in unison. It was true that it felt like hell inside of me, but after a while, pleasure eventually took over.

I felt like hitting high notes as he picked up the tempo, but at one point I felt like my voice was losing itself.

I then felt a peculiar knot in my stomach, which caused me to jerk my head back. I then pounded on his back with my nails as I felt myself hitting rock bottom and something striking my pelvis, which caused me to sob.

This time, I had almost given up, so it was a miracle I didn't faint.

He took hold of my wrists and pinned them to the bed.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No! I'm fine! Just don't stop!" I sobbed.

His response was to tug on my nails, which made me cry even harder.

"Oh, my God! Don't do this to me!"

Then, suddenly, I felt something foreign within me. A sensation of euphoria overwhelmed me, but it didn't last long.

Then, I started to feel wetness down there. I then looked up to see the fluid leaking out.

When Jang uk got up to inspect, I felt faint and let out a few gasps as I said, "Don't hurt me anymore."

He then put his hand on my neck and whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

As I felt myself going numb again, I forced out a light gasp.

When he turned around to my side, he asked, "Is this because you feel I'm doing too much for you?"

I shook my head, and he went back to his position on top of me.

"No. I'm fine. Don't stop!"

I moaned as he starts to go faster.

But then I suddenly felt something press on my right breast.

"uk, please stop!" I whimpered

He doesn't hear me, so I try to pull my left arm back, but uk got off and grabbed a tissue to clean me.

When he was done, I heard him say, "You're my new girlfriend, right?"

After that, he put the tissue back and got back on top of me. He placed the tissue on my nipple.

He then started to kiss me again, but I felt this weird feeling down there, but I was confused as to why.

He asked me in a low voice, "What's wrong? You don't want me to continue?"

"It's just... I can't explain it. Just don't do this to me again," I whimpered while tracing circles around the tissue on my breast.

I then gasped when I felt something touching my ass.

Suddenly, his tongue came into contact with my butt.

I froze, and he then kissed my butt cheek, squeezing my butt cheeks in between his lips.

After he finished, I realized what he was doing.

"No! Please stop!"

He ignored me, and then he suddenly pushed himself inside of me.

I could feel another part of him within me, and I could feel him gently rubbing the tip with his fingers.

Then, I felt myself shuddering as he pressed himself harder and harder.

He then whispered, "So, have I proven myself enough to you?"

"You haven't proved anything yet," I replied while moaning.

I felt the wall of the bed hitting me on both sides, and I felt myself getting weaker.

"Oh, geez. . Please stop! I can't!"

"You're fine, don't worry."

Then, he pressed himself on top of me while moaning.

I could feel his heart beating, and when I felt his blood flow into me, I started to get lightheaded.

He gently pressed his chest onto my back, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

It was then that I heard him say, "What's wrong?"

I groaned and replied, "I'm..."

And then I let out a gasp when he placed the head of his penis inside of me.

He started slowly, and I could feel him moving slowly inside of me.

"You're so tight, aren't you?"Jang uk responds

I nodded, and he started to force himself into me harder.

I could hear his sighs, and when I felt him slap my ass, I felt a new wave of pleasure overwhelm me.

He asked me, "Do you like it?"

I moaned as he added pressure with his right hand.

He put the condom over his penis, and then he grabbed the sides of my head and started to plunge himself into me with one big thrust.

He gripped my hair and pulled me close to him, and then he started to pound into me.

I couldn't see because the window was dark, but I felt his body moving up and down.

I couldn't control myself from moaning at the speed of his movements.

After a while, he stopped moving, and I felt him pant.

When I felt his body above mine, I finally felt him slide out of me.

I felt a strange, tingling feeling down below, and when I looked down, I saw him wiping himself.

When I thought that I was done, he pushed me off, and then he made me lie down. I feel his heartbeat, the rhythm of his breathing on my neck.

It is almost as if he were in the beginning.

And I am there with him in the end.

We start out slow.

I say I want to feel every piece of skin on his body, feel him.

I am surprised how he is able to move, how he wants to kiss, how he wants to be touched.

At some point, he brings up the words, and I pull my legs up to my chest and roll over.

He says he likes that, that he likes being able to press his body against mine and know that I am still turned on.

It is amazing.

Before he arrives, I lie in bed alone and do my best to read a story to Finisterre.

I do my best to hide my nervousness, but I cannot seem to hold back the tears.

Each word I read, each sentence, I can't help but think of this man I've just met, the one I don't know.

I think of the moments we had, the one's that came before,

I felt dizzy, and my mind was blank.

Then, he got on top of me again and pressed his chest onto mine.

He asked me, "Do you still want me to keep going?"

"Don't... don't do this."

"Do you think I want to continue to live?"

He slapped my face.

I then passed out.

When I woke up, I saw Kyeong-chul in front of me.

#ambw kpop #ambw scenarios #poc kpop

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melwsnt · 1 year

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Here’s a cute Steve Harrington imagine x short but sweet!

A/n: Friends to lover / reader has issues with trusting and feeling loved / Steve being cute and golden retriever

Saying you were absolutely terrified of what was to come was an understatement. Getting out of your car and staring at the big mall in front of you, your stomach was twisted in knots and your hands were shaking, you were always a nervous person but for what was going to happen, you weren't exactly ready.

Fighting the urge to go back to your car, go home and scream and cry into your pillow, you made your way into the mall, starcourt. Ahead of you you could already see the " Scoops ahoy' " sign, and you finally had the courage to go into the shop.

You hoped robin would be the one at the counter, so it would be less awkward but luck never being on your side, Steve was the one standing in front of you, surprised to see you.

" Y/n hey" he just said, frustrated to say the least after you ignored him for what felt like months.

" hey, I'm sorry to bother you at work but um, can we talk?" Your stomach was still twisted in knots and you felt like your heart was at any moment going to jump out of your chest by the way he was beating so fast.

" Yeah sure." He made his way to the back asking robin to take his place just for a few minutes, the girl knew about what had happened so she just sent you a smile and thumbs up to encourage you further.

" what are you doing here?" He asked, folding his arms around his chest while holding himself on a counter.

Finally finding the courage to speak up, you started.

" I've been thinking a lot about last week, and I know I've been ignoring you and blowing you off and I'm so sorry. It's just- you scared the hell out of me, Steve. And i guess I just needed time to think and to be away from you, to just be alone and think about what I was going to say to you because the minute I ran, I regretted it and I thought you hated me for it. I just wasn't ready for it and wasn’t expecting it, and if I'm honest I wasn't really happy about it"

" Oh so you just came to humiliate me a bit more-"

" No please just let me finish. This isn't about you, I'm just- I don't know I guess it scared me because I never had someone say that to me in a way that wasn't just friendly and from the minute you said you loved me I knew it wasn't in that way and it was the I'm in love with you kinda way and I never said it to anyone you know? I mean I say I love you to my mom, my brother, hell even my dog but this? I've never done before and I wish I could’ve said it back but I couldn't because I didn't know what I was feeling and then I thought about it and I figured I'd say it but I never said it-"

" Y/n" he interrupted you but you were rambling too much to even hear him.

" So now I'm here making a fool of myself because god Steve I'm so in love with you I can't even comprehend it but I'm so scared-"

"Y/n" he interrupted again.

"Oh god, I just said it didn't I? I'm so sorry.” you were now pacing and panicking because you had basically just told Steve you were in love with him, and even if you knew he did feel the same, the way you blew him off made you sure he would hate you for it.

“Yeah you did”

" I'm so sorry god you must hate me so much it's so embarrass-"

" Y/n?"

" Yeah?"

" Shut up"

Next thing you knew his lips were on yours. During your amazing yet embarrassing speech you hadn't noticed he had come closer to you, almost chest to chest, until you felt his soft lips against yours and realized that he didn't hate you. The kiss was full of love and passion, so as his hands rested on your waist, your hands made their way to the back of his neck, and his right cheek, your left hand finding itself in his hair.

Out of breath you pulled away first.

" You just kissed me" you said still taking your breath.

" Yeah I did." He grinned at your shocked expression.

" I'm sorry for rambling like that it was embarrassing"

" No it was cute. Look, this entire week has been hell for me just as much as I know it's been hell for you. I thought you didn't feel the same and it broke my heart. But I love you and I know you feel like it's impossible, that you're unlovable or whatever bullshit your father put inside your brain but I love you so damn much. You're lovable y/n, you're loved and cared about, and I'm not just talking for me. Everyone around you, they love you and I need you to realize that because I hate seeing you doubting yourself, I hate it. Got it ?" He asked with his signature grin.

" Got it." You answered, smiling through the tears because you had just realized that he was here to stay and that he was right.

" I love You" he said

" I love you too." You replied taking him by the neck and kissing him again.

" I don't mean to bother or anything but guys ? Your son is waiting for you two " Robin said making the both of you pull away and laugh at how she described Dustin as your son. Just as she was smiling at you and giving you another thumbs up to congratulate you.

This was going to be fun.

#steve harrington #stranger things #imagine #robin buckley #hawkins #scoops ahoy

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heaveaux · 2 years

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Maybe some pro rev era Gerard x m reader.

Like the readers in one of the other bands playing. Or you can just use your imagination. 😄

I’m actually not very good with eras and I’m not sure what you meant by pro rev era so I searched it up and all I found were pictures like this ^ so I’m hoping this is good :) if it isn’t and you wanted something more specific you can request again and I’ll try my best ^^ also tysm for the request :DD also sorry I made up names for the rest of the band myself I just didn’t know what else to put. The band you’re in in this is a punk rock kinda band and there’s a lot of screaming and stuff but yk that’s hot. Edit- ALSO I APOLOGISE FOR HOW SHORT THIS IS THIS IS HORRIBLE IM JUST SCARED OF IT DELETING ITSELF-

Pro rev era Gerard x male reader

pronouns- he/him

summary- y/n is on tour with my chemical romance, he’s in b/n (band name) as the bassist and singer. He messes up whilst playing one of their songs and runs off stage into a random room. Gerard finds him in a room that my chemical romance go in or something and tells him it’s okay and he borrows Mikey’s bass.

warnings- crying, a panic attack,

You walked onto the stage confidently, putting on your bass guitar. The rest of the band followed after.

‘Hi, we’re b/n, this is our first big tour’ the crowd cheered ‘this is our lead guitarist, Kyo (pronounced kye-oh. Male any pronouns), our rhythm guitarist, Lux (nonbinary they/them) , and our drummer, David (male he/they)’ They all waved after their name was said.

‘And finally, I’m y/n, the bassist and vocalist’ you winked at the crowd ‘This is our song, susurrus woods!’ (Yes I made that up myself and yes susurrus is a word, it means something like a rustling or whispering sound, so whispering or rustling woods basically). You began the song and the crowd went wild. None of you messed up at all, you and Lux were crazy on stage kind of like Gerard and Frank but you were just more violent, and so was your music, no one got hurt fortunately, you just acted very aggressive although usually being a quite introverted and quite in public. You felt like you could be free when you performed, it was amazing.

time skip to your last song-

‘This is our second to last song! “Focus on the heartthrob not the reject!”’ (I also made that one up you’re welcome also this is less screaming, it’s a bit like 1985 by bowling for soup) You began singing ‘Everyone loves him! Everyone loves him!’ You jumped around the stage trying to get the crowd to join in and it was working. ‘Why date an introvert when there’s the rich kid? He has everything from a bass guitar to a lambo-’ suddenly one of your strings broke and your guitar made an unusual noise, you looked down and took off the guitar, throwing it on the ground and running backstage. Your band continued playing and you found an empty place to sit and cry into your knees. Someone in all black walked over to you, he had pale makeup on and greasy, shoulder length black hair. ‘Hey are you okay?’ You noticed it was Gerard from the band you were on tour with, my chemical romance, he came over to you and sat by your side. ‘What happened?’

‘My bass guitar broke…’ you looked up at him and he put his arm around your shoulders.

‘My brother has a spare one you can use, I’ll ask him’ as if by magic, Mikey cant running into the room after Gerard. ‘Hey Mikes, can he borrow your spare bass guitar?’ ‘Uh yeah sure’

‘Your name was Y/n right?’ Gerard got up and held my hand to pull me up. You wiped your nose with your already dirty sleeve and nodded. ‘Y/n L/n’

‘I heard your music, it was really good, I liked susurrus woods. Now go play’ He smiled at you and handed you the bass which Mikey had just brought in. You and Gerard ran to backstage and you waved goodbye, walking on to play. ‘I’m sorry I left guys, now we can play our final song, “our time is up”’ you shouted, beginning the final song.

skip to after-

‘You were amazing y/n!’ Gerard hugged you and kissed your cheek. ‘I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me before the tour ends? And can I have your number if that’s alright…’

You smiled and blushed ‘of course’

‘Ooooooo someones got a little crush~’ Frank walked in between you two.

you both looked at each other and smiled.

I HOPE THIS WASN'T COMPLETE SHIT BECAUSE I THINK I DID HORRIBLE FOLLOWING THE REQUEST IN THIS IM SO SORRY, ILL WRITE YOU ANOTHER OF YOUR REQUESTS TO APOLOGISE JUST TELL ME WHEN YOU REQUEST THAT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO REQUESTED THIS SOMEHOW SO I CAN TRY AND DO BETTER FOR YOU <33333

ALSO TY GUYS FOR REQUESTING, KEEP REQUESTING PLEASE I LOVE ALL OF YOUR REQUESTS 💓💗

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xoxoavenger · 3 years

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They Walk In On You Changing

pairing: Avengers x Fem!Reader

summary: The Avengers walk in on you changing...

word count: 2238

warnings: talk of sex

avengers masterlist (ALL DISCLAIMERS CAN BE FOUND HERE)

main masterlist

Tony Stark:

Y/N looked in the mirror, sighing as she realized that she didn’t like the way the seventh outfit of the day looked on her. She took the skirt off first, thinking maybe the top would look better with some jeans. She didn’t have time to cover up when the door was opening. She turned to see Tony, who was looking up, obviously trying his hardest not to look at her.

“There is a lock on the door. Ever heard of it?” He asked turning towards the door. “You should try it.” Tony was cursing himself, but he wasn’t quite sure if he was mad he walked in or mad he didn’t get a better look.

“Normal people knock.” Y/N told him, smiling as she put on pants. She saw his reflection in the mirror, still turned around. “I’m ready.” She watched as Tony turned around and eyed her outfit. She thought for a moment he'd tell her that they were actually going to a fancy restaurant, meaning she'd have to change again.

“Good, because I don’t usually offer my services until we’ve at least had a drink.” Tony told her, stepping behind her. Y/N rolled her eyes and smiled, turning to face him.

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re only going to dinner.” She turned off the light and began to walk out the door.

“Hey, no, wait!”

Peter Parker:

It was a hot day, hotter than it had been in awhile. Y/N had just gone on a walk with Peter, and she was sweating through her sweatshirt. She had left her phone with him, though, having asked him to hold it, and now she had to go to his room to get it. She just needed to get put of this goddamn sweatshirt.

Peter had amazing timing, however, because just as Y/N began to pull the sweatshirt over her head, which took her shirt with it, the door opened. Y/N turned to the sound, the sweatshirt over her head blocking the door from her sight. She only realized how horrible her decision was after she heard a gasp.

“Oh! Oh, sorry!” Peter yelled, and Y/N quickly threw off the sweatshirt and pulled her shirt down, blush coating her cheeks easily. Peter had gone back behind the door, but hadn’t closed it all the way. Instead, he stuck his hand on the other side with a thumbs up. “You look great!” He complimented, voice raised.

“Do you have my phone?” Y/N asked, smiling. Peter had seen Y/N without a shirt before, but his reaction was still the cutest.

“Right.” Peter opened the door cautiously, not meeting Y/N’s eyes as he reached into his pocket to hand her the phone.

“Peter, you’ve seen me without a shirt before. We’ve had sex.” Y/N told him, watching him blush deeper as he finally met her eyes.

“Yeah, but this is different! You didn’t consent, I walked in during a vulnerable time, you,” Peter didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Y/N had stepped forward and kissed him.

“It’s okay, Pete. Calm down.” She said after their brief kiss. Peter grabbed her close, shutting the door with his foot.

“Can you please make sure it’s locked next time. If I were anyone else,” Peter trailed off, and Y/N nodded, reaching past him to blindly lock it.

“Don’t worry, Spider-Man.”

Steve Rogers:

Y/N had put the dress on, but the zip was causing a bit of trouble. The dress itself was modest and pretty, perfect for a first date with the Captain.

“Oh, sorry.” Y/N heard from behind her. She turned to see Steve turned the other way, obviously embarrassed that he had seen the less than modest zip on her back. The zip ran all the way from her butt to her shoulders, leaving her entire back revealed. She understood that it was a lot for the Captian, but she couldn’t zip it up on her own.

“Steve, I’m sorry, I’m just - I’m having trouble with this zip.” She bit her lip, wringing her hands together. Hopefully this didn’t totally ruin their friendship and some-what budding relationship. “Can you get it?” She asked quietly. Steve nodded, looking at the ground until he was right in front of her. Y/N turned letting his fingers ghost over her back before zipping half way. The way his fingertips lightly touched her back as he pushed her hair to the side gave her goosebumps, and she fought back a shiver. Steve zipped it the rest of the way, and Y/N took a deep breath before turning around to see the blushing Avenger.

“Shall we go, then?” He asked, holding his arm out for her. Y/N giggled, grabbing it and flipping her hair back.

“We shall.”

Natasha Romanoff:

Oh, God, she had royally fucked it up this time. Natasha definitely knew that it was her who had broke the mug, as Sam had the biggest mouth in New York. He couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it.

Y/N sighed as she began to strip, hoping Natasha wouldn’t be able to find her if she hid in the shower. As she took off her shirt, Y/N wondered idly how long it would take for the water to run cold in the building. She wanted to test her theory, but thought against it as it would probably only enrage Natasha even more. It was exactly the opposite of what anyone wanted - to annoy their crush.

She began taking off her pants as she wondered once more if Natasha even liked girls. According to Bucky and Sam, she never talked about girls or boys, and she had never shared her sexuality. Maybe she was asexual. Y/N didn’t have any more time to think about this, however, because Natasha’s voice could be heard throughout the compound.

“Y/N!” She yelled, making Y/N froze, halfway from slipping her jeans off her feet. She was too late.

Fuck.

“I don’t know if you’re deaf, stupid, suicidal, or some twisted version of all three, because I say at least twice a week that the all black mug is-“ Natasha barged through the door, but cut herself off as she saw Y/N. She blinked, and Y/N realized as she straightened that this was the first time the spy had ever been rendered speechless in front of her.

Was this a good sign or a bad sign?

Y/N watched as Natasha let her eyes wonder her body, before nodding, smiling, and leaving.

What the fuck had just happened?

Thor Odinson:

Y/N hated Midgardian clothes. They were itchy and tight; the Asgardian dressed flowed much better and gave much more room to move around in. Y/N was fighting with a pair of jeans, willing them to not bond with her leg when she heard the door open. She hopped around, turning before she could realize she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Shit.

“Oh! Sorry!” Thor bellowed, though he did not look sorry at all. The smirk on his face and the way he raked his eyes over Y/N again told a completely different story.

“Thor!” Y/N yelled, sure the blush had visibly spread to her chest as her face heated up. Thor didn’t leave, however, instead choosing to walk into the room and close the door behind him.

“You’re just too beautiful, Y/N. How is that my fault?” He asked, grabbing her waist and leaning down.

“You don’t see me walking into your room trying to sneak a peak because I want some.” Y/N told him, making him blush. He tried to hide it with a kiss, but the smile Y/N held onto as she grabbed his neck let him know that she knew.

“Again, not my fault.” He told her as they parted, making her laugh as he kissed her face some more.

Loki Odinson:

She was ready to finally relax, hoping to read a little before completely falling asleep. She was exhausted from her day of training, as well as entertaining Loki while he stayed in the Tower. Although Y/N hadn’t been on the team when Loki had tried to take over the world, she shared the common dislike of her teammates brother.

Even if he was sexy as hell.

Y/N tried not to think about Loki - his hair, his eyes, his body - God, why was he so fine? It wasn’t working well, and she groaned as she took her shirt and pants off, throwing them in the hamper. She went to the dresser that sat to the side of her bed, bending over to try and find some shorts and a t-shirt to settle in for the night.

“Do you not have locks on Midgard?” A voice asked behind her, making her jump. Y/N stood, as straight as a rail, looking into Loki’s eyes. “Not that I mind.” Loki smirked, and Y/N was throwing the bottle of makeup remover at Loki as quick as her hands could move. It wasn’t quick enough, because Loki caught it and smiled. It made Y/N’s heart race in either anger or lust - she wasn’t sure yet, maybe both.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, grabbing a blanket off her bed and holding it up to her to protect her body from Loki’s wandering eyes. When they made their way back to her face, she tried not to let it heat up under the intensity of his gaze.

“I was just coming to invite you to watch a movie with me - I’ve never seen one.” Loki told her, hands clasped behind his back.

“They don’t have movies on Asgard?” Y/N asked, almost forgetting she was half naked behind the blanket.

“No, however I’ve heard you go on and on about one, and I made Tony show me how to get it for you, so-“

“You made Tony get my favorite movie?” Y/N asked, cutting Loki’s rambling off. He blinked at her, as if she had just asked him what his name was.

“Of course I did.”

Bruce Banner:

“Oh, thank God you’re-“ Bruce cut himself off and walked back out of the room he had just walked into. Y/N had been sitting on the bed, clasping her bra as she changed out of the hospital gown and into the real clothes that Natasha had brought her.

“It’s okay, Bruce. You can come in.” Y/N said as she put the sweater over her head. She watched Bruce, face overcome in pink, walk into the room, making her smile. “You can continue.”

“What?” Bruce wasn’t stupid. He had seven PH.D’s. However, none of them could help him figure out what was going on in Y/N’s head.

“You were just saying thank God I’m,” Y/N moved her hand to indicate to him to continue, a teasing smile on her lips, and Bruce just nodded.

“Right, thank God you’re alive, because last time I saw you,” Bruce cut himself off, and when he looked at Y/N again she had a sad expression on her face, as if she actually felt his pain.

She could never.

“I know.” She patted the bed for him to sit, and he did, arm brushing hers no matter how hard he tried to stay still. “But I’m okay. I got through it.” Y/N put a hand on his thigh, making him blush another ten shades darker.

“I’m glad.”

Wanda Maximoff:

Y/N could hear a small giggle outside her room, and her heart sped up as she tried to figure out the right way for the shirt she was putting on to face. She was only putting it on so she could investigate outside, as if the talking outside her room were a secret mission.

It wasn’t obviously, but Y/N knew it was Wanda’s giggle, and she’d do anything to hear it louder.

“Sorry,” Wanda's voice was suddenly much closer, and when Y/N turned, only one arm through the shirt, she saw blush the color of Wanda’s hair coating her cheeks. Y/N’s eyes widened as she pulled her other arm through. “I thought this was my room.”

“It could be.” Y/N cringed as she said it, and Wanda laughed. Shit, she had fucked up and now Wanda wouldn’t even want to be her friend.

“Let’s go on a date first.” Wanda’s accent made Y/N look up. The red head was smiling, which made Y/N try and mimic it. “I’ll leave you too it.”

Bucky Barnes:

Y/N had made arguably the worst decision in her entire life.

Definitely the worst, actually.

She had stolen Bucky’s favorite gun, solely to get his attention. And then forgot about it. It wasn’t until hours later, while she was getting out of her shower, that she remembered thanks to a certain someone barging through the door.

“Y/N I know you,” The words slowly died on his lips as he realized that she was holding up a towel that covered very little. In her defense, she wasn’t expecting anyone to come into her room; she was lucky she had at least thought to wrap the towel around her body. “Sorry.” Bucky turned and went to close the door before pausing. He turned slightly smirking as he looked Y/N up and down again.

Her heart wasn’t beating out of her ribcage; it was clearly in her head.

“Actually, I’m not sorry.” He smirked as he walked in, grabbed his gun off her dresser, took another look at her, and then walked out the door, leaving her with wide eyes and a frozen body.

Had that actually just happened?

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