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xxblairexxss · 9 months

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Daddy’s girlfriend

Pairing : dad!Charles Leclerc x wife!mom!reader

Theme : Fluff

Just a short one since I’m trying to get rid of my writer block. 🩷 gonna start posting stories more frequent now!

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Your little girl is 2, yet she knew who would always say yes to her and who she would go to when she needed something.

It was her dad.

"Mommy! Open?" You looked away from the screen and saw her hand you a small on-the-go fruit juice pack she got from the fridge. Ever since she knew where you keep all her snacks now, she just wouldn’t leave the kitchen alone. One time she brought an apple because she wanted to bite it with your permission.

"No, honey. You can’t drink that.” Her grip on the packet was strong despite her small hand, as it didn’t budge when you tried to take it from her.

"Open? Please?"

"No, sweetheart. Can you give that to me, please?” Before you could tug at the packet again, she ran to her favourite.

"Dada open?"

Charles had his arm around your body as you leaned on him on the couch, so you felt it moved when he took the packet and twisted the cap open right in front of your face.

"Charles! Seriously? You didn’t hear me telling her no?” You sat up right away and glared at your husband, who tried to play it off by drinking the juice.

"What do you mean? It’s for me." He shrugged and took another gulp of the juice while your little girl went all giddy as she waited for her turn.

"I need to take my phone charger. Don’t! Charles, don’t give it to her, or she’ll always ask for it next time.” You left both of them and strode to your bedroom with the little trust you had in your husband to listen to you.

"Me! Me! Please?" The little one patted her belly, and stomped her little feet.

Charles moved the juice closer to her mouth and squeezed it just enough to give her a taste. "Don’t tell mommy you got this from me, alright?"

"More can?" She held Charles’s hands.

"Really?" He froze when he heard your voice with the packet just a few centimetres away from your baby’s mouth. When you came back to the living room, you saw your little girl jumping while clapping her hand, and that could only mean one thing. She got what she wanted.

"Dada, more!" She patted his lap, a little clueless as to why he stopped moving. "Dada?"

"Listen. She’s too adorable for me to say no, honey. Please don’t be mad.” Charles took your hand before you could yell at him and pulled you to sit by his side as he hugged you.

"Some more please?” She tugged on Charles’ hand that was holding the juice and squealed with excitement.

"Give her more, and you won’t be sleeping with me tonight.” You whispered and went back to your phone while he looked at you in surprise, feeling betrayed upon the threat.

"That’s unfair, honey.” He quickly closed the cap and hid it behind him. "It’s finished, princess. No more."

"Finish?" She shook her hands to get confirmation from her dad before waddling to play with her stuff dolls.

“I can’t believe you are making me lie to her, baby. That’s really mean.” Charles laid his head down on your lap as you started playing with his hair. “It’s really good though. Try it.” He offered you the juice. It was a juice pack that you got from buy one get one free offer and it had been sitting in the fridge for a while, that was until your little girl took an interest on it.

“I tried the strawberry one from the tester. Is it good?” You dipped your head and took a sip from the packet. It was really sweet. Too sweet for a toddler.

“More?” She saw you took a sip and quickly ran back to the couch with her bear in her hand.

“Finish, baby.” You yanked the packet from his hand and put it behind you.

Hearing that, she ran back to her group of stuffed friends and made herself comfortable on the rug.

“That was mean.” Charles repeated again.

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"Can I join?” You gleefully got on the bed and made yourself comfortable in Charles’s embrace while your little girl was lying on his left side. Just when he brushed his lips on your head, your daughter started whining.

"What’s wrong, baby? He cupped her round cheeks as she turned to hug him on the neck.

"No kiss mommy.” She whined.

"Ah, you don’t want me to kiss mommy?" She nodded as he turned to you with a grin. "Sorry, babe. My other girlfriend said no."

"She’s not going to be mad.” You assured him as you kissed his jawline.

"She is, honey. Look." He cackled as the little girl threw her fist on his chest as she let out a howl of anger. "Told you."

She then hopped down the bed with full struggle by going leg first, then wobbled to her play room, leaving the parents alone.

"I’ll go check on her.” He pushed the duvet off from clinging on his half-naked body to trail on her daughter’s steps.

"Really? You are going to check on her first before me?"

"Are you…jealous?" He asked. You didn’t give any answers, but he knew that look very well. It was the same look that his little girl made seconds ago.

"I’m not. Go and bring her back. I miss her already!"

"So you are jealous.” Cackling, he sat back on the bed while you got on your phone. "Let me see your face.” He cupped your cheeks and tilted your face up as you tried to look away.

"Honey, stop it! Go and get her."

"Dada, look!" Both you and Charles looked at the door as she came waddling with the toy she got from her playroom. "Bear bear!"

“You found a bear!” Charles picked her up on the bed as she lay down; her small arms squished the stuffed bear in her embrace. She has such a short attention span that while you and Charles were still on the same topic, she had moved on to her little friend.

"Baby, she knows how to sulk from you!

"No, she didn’t!” You rolled your eyes and hugged her as she had a one-sided conversation with the bear.

"She did. She’s literally copying you.”

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"Daddy’s here!" You took a cream-coloured plate that had little bear ears and placed a small cupcake that you had baked with your daughter earlier using the bananas that had turned streaky brown as you left it on the counter for too long. She loved banana cake and loved taking part in any activities you did, so she had been enjoying her time and was much more excited to give her dad the cupcake that she kept on looking at the door, waiting for the sound of steps.

"Careful! Don’t run." She tottered in front of the main door with her plate in hand as Charles unlocked the door. Soon as he stepped in, she shrieked excitedly while her ponytails moved along every time she moved her head.

"Hi!" Charles crouched down as she hugged him, completely forgetting about the cake, which required him to take it off her hand before it fell flat on the floor. "Did you bake this with mommy?"

"Yes!" She nodded excitedly as he took her small hand and went to the kitchen to greet you.

"Hi, honey. Have you tasted the cake yet? She was very excited for you to try. Right, sweetheart?" You pinched on her flushed cheeks and went back to place all the ingredients back in their place.

"Honey try!" She tugged on his pants and pointed at the plate Charles had in his hand for a while now. You closed the fridge and looked at her in surprise, while your husband had been silently laughing.

"What did you say, princess?” He stooped down, still laughing, while the little one repeated her words.

"Honey! Try?"

"Where did she learn those words? You asked, giggling.

“I told you she’s copying everything you say and do, honey.” Charles picked up the cake from her plate and took a bite at the edge of it, humming excitedly with his brows lifted. "It’s really good! You did a great job, princess.” She giggled as he stroked his thumb on her cheek. "And you too, honey. Have you tried it?"

"No, not yet.”

Charles was about to feed you when the little one pulled on his hand, extending her arms and continuously opening and closing her hands.

"Cake! Please?"

"Oh? You want it? But I thought you gave it to daddy?" He was about to take another bite and earned a slap on his leg from the small hand.

"Mine!" She frowned.

"Give her, honey. You’ll make her cry.” You commented after seeing the way she pouted, with her hands high up.

"There you go.”

"Thank!" She shrieked and ran to the living room with the plate; the cupcake shook within every step. She took it all the way to the front of the couch and started nibbling on the edges.

"You want more? I got the new batches here. They are still warm.”

“Yeah, sure.” He pulled you into his embrace and dropped a kiss on your shoulder. "Sorry for leaving you alone with her the past few days, honey. I’ll look over her now so you can rest and have your own time.” He bit half of the small cupcake that you offered him and beamed again from the taste. "Do you want me to book you an appointment for the facial treatment again, or do you need to get your nails done?"

You rolled your eyes, grinning at the offer, but you just got your nail done last week and it wasn’t your priority now. You had other things in mind. "I need something else."

"Hit me up.” He opened the fridge to get himself a drink while still chewing on the cake.

"I was thinking that maybe, we can get a raccoon?”

Charles put his glass back on the counter, his face frowning as he tilted his head aside. "Sorry? Get a what?"

"A raccoon as our pet?” You ran to get your phone on the kitchen counter and went on TikTok to show him a cute video of a raccoon eating food from the window drive-through. "Look! They are so cute! The way they pick up their food is adorable!” You squealed, ignoring your husband, who seemed to have tonnes of weight on his shoulders now.

"Are you being serious, honey? A raccoon?" He pressed his fingers against his shut eyes, heaving a sigh. He had never said no to you, but having a raccoon run wild in the house wasn’t really a good idea. "Wait, we do have a raccoon. There she is."

"More?" Your little girl ran to you with her empty plate as she lifted it up. Her cheeks are full with the cake crumbs, making her look a lot more adorable.

"You did not just call her a raccoon!” You gasped in shock and took her plate from her. "Dada just called you a raccoon, baby."

"Yes!" She giggled and clapped her hands, clearly not interested in the conversation as she waited for her cupcake.

"I can’t do this.” Charles heaved a sigh and picked her up, attacking her little face with kisses all over. "You are so cute."

"Stop!" She then got all grumpy and pushed his face away with her fist, wriggling to make him place her down.

"She just wants her cupcake, honey. Stop it." You cackled and cut the cupcake in half before placing it back on her bear plate. "There you go."

"Than—"

"It’s dada’s. Thank you." He snatched the other half of the cupcake and stuffed it in his mouth before she could turn away.

"Charles!"

Your little girl started sobbing and waddle her way back to you, hiding her face against your leg. You had to take the plate back as it started tilting from her lack of awareness to anything she was holding and sent a glare to your husband. "Why can’t you just leave her alone with her cake?

"She’s too cute, honey. Here," He crouched down and softly tugged on her hand, which was also full with cake crumbs. "I’m sorry, baby. Look, there’s more!" Charles handed her another one as she took it and wiped her teary eyes with her other hand.

"Share?" She took a small bite and offered her dad one.

"Dada’s full. Ask mommy." She shook her head instantly and scampered her way back to the living room, leaving you with your mouth widening.

"She’s not sharing it with me?!”

“Told you she loves me more.” He ruffled his hair and circled him arms around your waist to leave a peck on your forehead. "We can always make another one? Maybe he or she will favour you more.”

"No, but can we get a dog instead?"

"Absolutely no." He firmly replied and moved his body away from getting slapped by you. “I’m telling my little girlfriend you are trying to hit me?”

“It’s fine. I’m gonna bribe her with more banana cakes!”

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7ndipity · 8 months

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You Want To Break Up Due To Insecurities

Tae x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You try to break up with Tae because you're worried that you don’t deserve him, but he won't let you go without a fight.

Warnings: angst, mentions of insecurities and self worth issues, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @sporadicarcadebanana for this request! I’m not entirely happy with how this one turned out tbh, but I didn't want to leave you waiting too long. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted.💜

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Requests are open

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You did your best to try and ignore your phone ringing for what felt like the twentieth time that hour, knees pulled up to your chest as you tried to focus on the show you were watching as a distraction, but you couldn’t help your eye being drawn to Tae’s name popping up on the screen over and over. The

tears had finally stopped, but the lingering sting was still there, both in your eyes and chest.

You knew it was a shitty move to tell him that you wanted to end things over text, but you were afraid that if you had tried to say everything you were thinking face to face, you would fold immediately, like you always did when it came to him.

It was almost strange how you could both love and hate the hold that he had over you, the way he had managed to climb over all your walls that you’d built up, rather than knocking them down, and reach out to you from the inside and make you feel so safe and undered.

But with those feelings also came deep rooted fears and insecurities. As you spent more time together, you couldn’t help noticing the differences between the two of you, especially physically. Although he never seemed to mind it (frankly it seemed to be quite the opposite, if the way he always seemed to have his hands on you in some way or other was any indication), you could never shake the growing sense of unease that his devotion would only go so far, that eventually he would realize that you weren’t enough and he would leave. So, you’d decided to skip the waiting game and beat him to the punch.

A sudden knock at the door made you jump, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Y/n?” You shut your eyes at the sound of Tae’s voice, as if that would help block him out. “Y/n, please talk to me.”

“Go home, Tae.” You called through the door.

“No! We need to talk about this, I don’t understand what’s happening.” He said, his voice sounded hoarse, as if he’d been crying too. “Please, y/n, just talk to me.”

You let your forehead rest against the door as you took a deep breath. You knew he was right, he deserved a better explanation than this.

“What the hell is this?” He asked as you opened the door, holding his phone out for you to see the text displayed.

“I thought the message made it pretty clear. I think it would be for the best if we broke up.” You said, trying to sound unfazed, but the words had a hollow cadence to your ears.

“But why?” He demanded.

You sighed, looking anywhere but him. “It just won't work, our lives are too different. We’re too different.”

“What do you mean different?” He asked, finally taking a good look at you, noticing the puffiness around your eyes. “Have you been crying?” He reached out for you, immediately concerned. “Baby-”

“Don’t.” You pulled back, trying to ignore how your voice caught in your throat. “You deserve someone better, someone beautiful-”

“You’re beautiful.” He stated, staring at you, completely bewildered.

You scoffed, almost out of reflex.

“You are!” He said, the fire coming back to his eyes. “Is that what this is about? You think you’re not good enough or something? Because let me tell you right now, nothing could be farther from the truth.

“But, I-”

“No! I won’t let you talk badly about yourself. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I will fight every day to show you that.”

Your eyes started to mist over with new tears as he spoke, wanting to believe him, but unableto shake your own fear.

Seeing you starting to crumble, he pulled you against him in a crushing embrace, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Let me prove it to you, let me prove myself to you.” Tae said, pleading with his eyes. “If you still want to break up, I’ll hear you out, but don’t let it be because of this. Please.”

“Okay.” You whispered.

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

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crashandlivewrites · 3 months

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👀👀 let me throw you some kyle coded quotes. do what you wish with it 🫴

"If the choice is the mission or coming home to you, I’m coming home."

"There will always be another mission, _ , but there won’t always be another you."

This has been sitting in my inbox for a wee bit and I’m sorry it took so long. Thank you for sending this through! I hope I did it justice for you.

Pairing: Kyle Garrick x GN!Reader

CW: slight angst, relationship troubles, but comfort and happiness because Kyle is the sweetest boy <33

You loved your boyfriend. With all your heart. Kyle was the sweetest guy you’d dated, the most caring and attentive man you could have ever hoped for. But every relationship has their gripes and unfortunately, Kyle’s job was yours.

It was important, you knew that. He saved countless lives every time he went away, putting himself in danger in the process. But the fact he was gone so often made everything hard. He often missed important events; wasn’t home for your birthday or your anniversary or the holidays in general.

Despite you trying to be understanding, sometimes you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unwanted frustration towards your boyfriend. He made it up to you whenever he was back, you knew that, but it wasn’t the same. And you selfishly wished for more.

“I want you to be here more!” You yelled at him in frustration one night, having one too many drinks. “I know your job is hard—”

“No, you don’t know how hard it is. You have no idea what I go through.” Kyle snapped back, just as agitated.

“And you have no idea what it’s like sitting here waiting for you, watching all my friends and their partners and wishing I had that instead of praying you’re not dead.” Shaking your head in exasperation. He just laughed darkly, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry for getting my hands dirty so the world stays clean. Do you have any idea how dangerous some of these arseholes are?” Groaning in frustration, you push past him, walking down the hall to your shared bedroom.

“You’re missing the point.” Gritting your teeth, you huffed out a breath. “I’m not a priority for you.”

The harsh words make him stop, no longer stomping after you. It’s enough to make you turn around, and the hurt expression on his face immediately makes you feel guilty.

“What makes you think I don’t?” He whispered, voice barely audible as he blinked with uncertainty. Ducking your head, you look away from him, not being able to stomach the expression on his face anymore.

“It’s just… you always leave. There’s always something more important than me.” His expression twists with anguish and steps forward with two strides, hand closing around your wrist.

“Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that.” The dark brows on his forehead were pulled tightly together. His warm eyes, usually so calm and comforting, were wide and panicked. “You’ve always been a priority to me.”

The tears pricked in your eyes as his words dug into your skin, pulling down the defences you’d tried so hard to build around yourself. Shaking your head, you try to push him away, wiping furiously at your cheeks.

“I don’t feel like it, Kyle. You’re gone so often. And I know it’s important and I know I’m being selfish, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take!”

As if the universe decided to play a cruel joke on you, his phone began to ring. Kyle winced, closing his hand around your wrist tighter as he dug into his pocket. You knew whose name would appear on the screen before he even needed to tell you.

“It’s Price.” His voice sounded wounded, broken as he looked up at you, eyes desperate and pleading as the phone continued to buzz in his hand.

“Go on. Answer it. It’s important.” The iciness of your tone couldn’t be missed, despite trying to keep your expression dismissive.

“Fuck, babe, please.” He begged, keeping a firm hold on you and not letting you walk away. “I can fix this. We can fix this. I just—”

“You need to take it. Yeah, I know.” Shrugging, you leaned back against the wall, watching him as he gave in, putting the phone up to his ear.

“Sir?” The shift between Kyle and Sergeant Garrick was something you used to find attractive, enticing. Now, it just left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You watched the one sided conversation closely, Kyle’s face becoming more and more strained. His jaw twitched as he grit his teeth and you sighed, knowing what was inevitably coming. Flicking his eyes towards you, he saw the hurt on your face, the sad acceptance and his own heart pounded before opening his mouth.

“Actually, Captain, I was thinking about taking a bit of time off.” At his words, your ears pricked and head snapped up to meet his gaze. He met your eyes as his thumb tenderly grazed against the back of your hand. “Yeah, sir. Just something important that I need to attend to here.”

Dropping your wrist, he lifted his hand up to cup your cheek tenderly, pressing his forehead against yours. At this distance, you could hear the tinny voice of his captain coming through the phone speaker.

“Alright Kyle. Take care of yourself. And take care of that partner of yours. You’ve put them through hell this last year.”

“I know, sir. Need to sort out my priorities. See you in a few weeks.” And he hung up the phone, pushing it into his pocket and lifting the hand to join his other.

The pair of you remained there for longer than you cared to admit, your face tenderly held between his hands as you breathed deeply.

“You mean more to me than I ever could express. What you do for me, I couldn’t ask for someone better.” Curling your hands into the fabric of his shirt, you tugged him closer. Sliding under the cotton, you rested your palms on the warm, firm skin of his torso.

“I’m sorry—”

“No, you don’t need to apologise. I’m sorry.” He lifted his head up to look down at you with sincerity. “I have been putting work first, and not you. It always should have been you.”

“But I said those hurtful things—”

“Because you were upset, love. It’s okay.” His voice was smooth as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you. “I love you, babe. So fucking much. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

Being wrapped in his arms had always made you feel safe, and this time was no different. Breathing in, you let his familiar scent surround you, settling deep into the back of your mind as you hugged him back tightly.

“Still no excuse for saying all that stuff before. The work you do is important. If you need to leave… I understand.” Deep down, you knew it was the right things to say. If Kyle was being called to work, it was something important and as much as you wanted him for yourself, others needed him more.

“No, love. I’m not going anywhere. There will always be another mission, but there won’t always be another you.”

Letting out a breathy chuckle, you lifted your head out of his chest, staring up at him with a soft smile.

“You really mean that?” His deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he backed you against the wall, tilting your chin up and lowering his face to seal his lips over yours.

His fingers curled into the hair at the base of your neck, holding you close as his lips moved slowly, dragging out the kiss. His warm breath fanned over your cheek as he groaned, cupping your cheek and letting his teeth drag across your bottom lip before pulling back.

You knew your lips were already swollen, the temperature of your body rising as your breath came out in short pants.

“If the choice is the mission or coming home to you, I’m coming home.” He whispered, thumbs tracing against your cheekbones. “You are what’s important to me.”

#crash writes #crash’s ask box #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #call of duty #gaz imagine #gaz fluff

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hungermakesmonsters · 7 months

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Catch Me If You Can

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done , Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Chapter Rating : this one is pretty PG

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Nothing in this chapter is warning worthy, but the story in general is going to turn pretty smutty from chapter 3 onwards and there will be strong language throughout. I’m not going to list all the different ways things get smutty unless I think it’s something that could be considered triggering. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : ~4.5k

A/N : this started life as an original piece that I couldn’t finish, so I decided to make a few little changes and turn it into a fanfic. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a tumblr, so sorry if I fuck this up. The story as a whole is going to veer recklessly between cute fluff and some much darker things with themes of obsession, will-they-won’t-they, and running from past trauma. Both Billy and reader are messy AF.

CHAPTER ONE

You checked your phone for what had to be the hundredth time. A measly two minutes had passed but the August heat made it feel longer. You found yourself thinking about how you were going to kill your roommate for making you chauffeur her around in the height of summer, trying to ignore the way the sticky New York heat made your tank top cling to your body beneath your unzipped hoodie.

You’d given up on waiting in the car after the first ten minutes - the AC in the old VW was busted, making it even less comfortable than sitting on the hood of the car under the glaring sun. Still, the parking lot was nicer than some of the places you’d found yourself waiting for your roommate over the years. That was the thing with Tammy; everyone around her lived on her schedule, did what she wanted to do. And you were no exception.

Actually, this whole thing was your idea. A friend, albeit in a very loose sense of the word, had told you that ANVIL were hiring office staff, and you’d passed the message along to Tammy who’d - well, she’d turned her nose up at it at first, she’d even laughed at you. But Tammy needed a job and ANVIL had a reputation for paying well.

So, you agreed to drive her to the interview and even agreed to wait.

Every now and then someone would appear - honestly, it looked like a steady stream of models leaving the building, the sorts that Tammy fit well with - but, for the most part, it was just you, mindlessly scrolling Instagram, trying not to think.

Until you saw him.

He came out the door and just stopped. It looked like he was breathing a sigh of relief at being out of there, and you couldn’t help but smirk a little at that. Poor guy.

Despite the weather he was dressed in a suit, dark hair slicked back, tall and slender. You suddenly felt out of place, like you shouldn’t be there, like you shouldn’t keep watching him, but the longer it went without him noticing you, the harder it was to try and tear away your eyes. He answered his phone as you watched, even without being able to hear a word, you knew he wasn’t happy. When he turned you got your first glimpse of his face and -

Fuck.

Your eyes dropped back to your phone, knowing that he’d seen you watching him. Fingers swiped across the screen, jumping from Instagram to emails to Facebook, looking for anything to reply to. Your eyes stayed fixed on the phone even as you heard the shuffle of boots on gravel moving towards you, trying to act like you hadn’t been staring at him even as his shadow fell over you.

“Do you make a habit of hanging out in parking lots or are you here to interview?” His voice didn’t sound quite the way you’d imagined - though you weren’t really sure why you’d been imagining his voice to begin with. There was an edge to it, something that sent a shiver up your spine.

“I’m waiting for someone,” you answered, squinting as you looked up and the light seemed to halo around him.

“Friend?” he asked.

“Roommate,” you answered awkwardly before shaking your head, “but, yeah, she’s my friend too.”

You weren’t expecting him to laugh at that, for him to smile the sort of smile that probably had women all across the five boroughs ready to drop their panties. (And that was another thought you weren’t sure you should be having.)

He didn’t move, for a few moments he just looked at you as if he was taking measure, and all you could think about was how there was a bead of sweat rolling down your back. You probably looked completely gross while he was standing there in what looked like a professionally tailored suit that probably cost more than you could make in a year, with not a hair out of place despite the oppressive heat.

“Does she make you wait around for her a lot?” He asked as if it was the strangest thing he’d ever heard, like he’d never allow anyone to put him in your position.

“She doesn’t drive,” you shrug, “anyway, this is nicer than most of the places she drags me to.”

“Yeah?” he prompted with little more than a raise of his eyebrow.

“Tammy’s an actress - at least, she wants to be. So I end up waiting around while she auditions.”

The look he gave you was surprisingly sympathetic. “Actresses can be hard work.” You didn’t think to ask how he knew that.

“Yeah, I’m just glad she gets to keep her clothes on for this interview,” the words slipped out and you instantly grimaced but if he noticed that, he didn’t let it show. “Not like - I mean, she’s not doing porn or anything. Not that there’s anything wrong with women wanting to -”

You could see him fighting back a laugh the more flustered you got.

“I mean, it’s not the nudity that’s a problem - you should read some of the scripts, they’re just so bad.” You finally managed. “It’s like ‘oh no the serial killer caught me with his knife and now my tits are out’.”

Silence fell again and you watched him glance away, daring to hope that he was done with you. He’d walk away and forget all about you, and you’d spend the rest of the day replaying this moment in your mind, cringing at how ridiculous you are.

“I was going to grab a coffee, your friend is probably going to be another hour or so, so if you want you could always join me?”

You quickly started coming up with reasons why you couldn’t, why you shouldn’t. But, it was just coffee, it wasn’t like he was asking you to leave the country with him. And, besides, you weren’t sure you could stand the heat much longer.

“There’s a place nearby that does amazing iced coffee,” like he was reading your mind. And that sold it.

“Yeah, sure, that sounds great,” you decided, sliding off the hood of the car in a less than graceful manner.

Once you were standing you could really appreciate the height difference between the two of you; you almost had to tilt your head to look at him. You pushed the thought away, taking a moment to check that your car was locked up, following after him when he started to leave the way.

As you walked, it dawned on you that you still didn’t know his name, so you clumsily introduced yourself.

“Billy,” he responded with a smile, realising that he’d made the same mistake you had, “come on, it’s just across the street.”

You both fell into silence as you left the parking lot, but it wasn’t long before it got to be too much for you in an awkward, uncomfortable sort of way. It struck you that he didn’t look uncomfortable though, in fact you were already pretty certain that he wasn’t the kind of man to get uncomfortable easily.

“So, do you work at Anvil?” You asked him, wanting to fill the silence but also wanting to know a little bit more about him. You weren’t sure what he found so funny about the question but the smirk he shot you left you feeling like you were missing something obvious and he found your ignorance amusing. You started to fiddle with your sleeves, gaze dropping from his.

“Yeah, I work at Anvil.” And then silence fell again.

When you looked up again you were outside a little coffee shop that was so small and non-descript that you’d completely missed it when you drove by it earlier. He held the door open for you and let you slip inside before following, watching as you breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air from the AC hit. When you moved towards the counter, you realised he was only a step behind, towering over you almost possessively.

The girl behind the counter smiled at him first before bothering to spare you a glance.

“What would you like?” He asked. You quickly realised that he was intending to pay and that just unsettled you further.

“I can get mine,” you were quick to tell him. You didn’t need him paying for you and you’d never been the sort to accept drinks from men you didn’t know, not even coffee. So, you ordered your drink, your favourite iced coffee with syrup, before he ordered his, an americano with an extra shot of espresso. But before you could pay, he reached over and tapped his phone on the reader, flashing you what you could only describe as a darkly mischievous smile.

“You didn’t have to -” you started to tell him.

“I know, but I wanted to,” Billy shrugged, “besides, I owe you for keeping me company.”

The girl behind the counter shot you the sort of look that made you think that she would have been more than happy to keep Billy company herself and that she saw your presence there as an annoyance. You guess that was probably the effect he had on a lot of women.

“Here you go, Billy, just how you like it,” she smiled as put your drinks on the counter, leaning and fluttering her eyelashes at him, completely ignoring you. Billy gave her a muttered thanks and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing as you reached for your drink.

As you turned, Billy placed a hand on your back, leading you towards a table by the window, far enough from the counter that it felt a little more private. You sat on the edge of your seat, eyes nervously wandering towards the door for a second and, when you looked back, you found him watching you. There was a confidence about him that was getting harder and harder to ignore, he was clearly a man who knew what he wanted and exactly how to get it - so, what did he want from you?

Company? Or maybe you were being used to make the barista jealous? No, that didn’t feel right, he’d barely even looked at her, anything between them was obviously one-sided. Maybe you were there to keep her at bay so he could drink his coffee in peace? Though from looking at him you knew he had to be used to women fawning over him, with those dark eyes that looked right through you and the shirt that fit so perfectly you could make out the muscles beneath as he shrugged off his jacket.

“What?”

Shit. You realised that you’d been staring at him and your cheeks started to warm. He didn’t look bothered, in fact he was still smiling at you, amused, almost as if he wanted you to look.

“Sorry,” you apologised, dropping your eyes to the table, quickly thinking of a way to move the conversation along, “so how long have you worked for Anvil?”

“Too long,” he answered and, again, there was that little laugh, that little smirk telling you that you were missing something. Billy obviously didn’t want to talk about himself though. “What about you? What do you do?”

“Bike messenger, mostly...” you shrugged awkwardly knowing how guys like him looked down on people like you. You weren’t ashamed of what you did; it paid the rent, put food on the table, you just hated having to defend it to someone like him who probably made money in his sleep. He surprised you by not reacting - there was no look of superiority, no pity, just a nod of his head.

“Mostly?”

“What?”

“You said mostly,”

“Oh, right, yeah. I do some work as a photographer. Just freelance and a couple of exhibitions,” you shrugged again, “it’s actually how I found out that Anvil were hiring.”

“Really?” It was hard not to notice how intently he was looking at you, like he was hanging on your every word. You started fiddling with your sleeve again.

“Yeah, sometimes I do work for The Bulletin if someone is out sick, and my friend Karen knew Tammy was looking for a job, so -”

“Karen? Frank’s girl?”

“Yeah,” you’d never met him but Karen had been talking about him a lot since they got together, “we were talking and I guess I let slip that we might have to move to a smaller apartment if Tammy can’t find a job…”

“High rent?”

You nodded. “Higher than either of us can really afford, but Tammy’s parents pay half and we split the rest.”

“Her parents still pay for her?”

“They’re loaded and I guess they didn’t want her having to live anywhere that might be ‘dangerous’,” you offered, but you knew how it sounded. You and Tammy were both in your thirties , it was strange that they still went out of their way to provide for her, but you didn’t fault them for wanting to look after their child, something that your own parents had never seemed inclined to do. The thought sent you down a rabbit hole and had you falling silent, wondering how he’d look at you if he knew the truth about you.

You took a drink, letting your eyes drift to the window and the street beyond. His eyes stayed firmly on you and you could almost feel him watching you. It made you tense and shift uncomfortably.

“What kind of photography are you into?”

“Mostly candids, but since I moved to New York, I’ve been really getting into urban stuff and I’ve been playing around with architecture shots.” Billy listened, looking interested in everything you had to say in a way that had you smiling again.

“And you put on exhibitions?”

“Little shows sometimes, yeah.”

“I’d love to see one sometime.” He kept smiling at you, all his focus completely on you, and you found that you didn’t entirely mind it. It was nice talking to someone who seemed to care about what you were actually saying. “Did you study photography in college or -”

“No, I never got to go to college.” It wasn’t until you’d said it that you realised how much it gave away; that college wasn’t your choice, that you’d been stopped from going.

“I never went to college either,” Billy offered, as if he sensed your sudden discomfort. You nodded, eyes dropping to your fingers, tugging at your sleeve again. “Do I make you nervous?” He asked suddenly, pulling your attention back towards him. He was still smiling, still looking at you in a way that made you feel like he was taking you apart in his mind, piece by piece.

“What? No - that’s not -” you stumbled over your words, embarrassed that he’d caught on so easily. You took a second before letting out a sigh. “It’s not you, I just don’t do this a lot.”

“Which part?”

“The whole going for coffee with a random guy I’ve never met before.”

“Is that because guys don’t ask or because you don’t normally say yes?” He asked but didn’t give you time to respond. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I already know the answer.”

An eyebrow raised, unimpressed by the assumption; the situation might have been making you nervous but you weren’t going to take shit from a stranger. “Oh yeah, and how’s that?”

“You’re too attractive for men to ignore.” Billy shrugged and your eyes rolled. Yikes, what a fucking line.

“Maybe I’ve got a boyfriend,” you retorted, “or a girlfriend.”

Billy laughed. “You know that wouldn’t stop most guys, right?”

“Would it have stopped you?” You were pretty sure you knew the answer to that.

“I dunno, do you have a boyfriend?” He asked. “Or a girlfriend?”

“Do you?”

“Have a boyfriend?”

“Or a girlfriend.”

“Would you be here having coffee with me if I did?” He asked, turning the tables so effortlessly that it made it seem like flirting was an olympic sport and he was a gold medallist.

“Would you have asked me if you did?” You answered back, trying to fight back a smirk of your own at how ridiculous this was becoming.

“Do you always answer innocent questions with more questions?” It was obvious he was enjoying whatever this was, his dark eyes practically shining with excitement as he watched you from the other side of the table.

“You call that an innocent question?” You retorted, letting out a snort of laughter.

Billy let out another laugh, holding up his hands and signalling surrender.

“Maybe you should come work for Anvil, I bet you’re a pro at interrogations.” And that really made you laugh, and the sight of it had his gaze fixing more intently on you and his smile widening.

“I don’t think I have the necessary qualifications to work somewhere like that,” you shrug, “besides, I like my job.”

“Really?” Usually his question would have pissed you off, but there was something in the way he asked that made it seem like he was genuinely curious to hear your reasons rather than it being some kind of judgement.

“Yeah, I get to see the whole city, there’s no office politics to deal with, and I get to listen to music all day,” you found yourself shrugging again, and his eyes were still fixed on you, like he was fascinated. So, it felt like your turn to ask; “what?”

“Nothing,” he sat back and lifted his mug, taking a long drink, “I think it’s great that you like your job, there’s a lot to be said for enjoying your work.”

“Do you? Enjoy what you do, I mean. With Anvil?” Whatever that was.

“Some days more than others,” he smiled at you.

“And today?” You asked stupidly, before considering the implications and how it might sound.

“Today’s definitely getting better.”

Your eyes dropped to your drink again, teeth running over your bottom lip. He wasn’t talking about you, he couldn’t be talking about you, but some part of you wished he was. But you wouldn’t have known even if he was, you’d never been good with those sorts of things, flirting and separating a little bit of fun from something more. Billy was an enigma to you in the same way that most people were, but there was something about him that made you almost want to break all of your rules, just to see what might happen.

“What do you do for Anvil?”

“These days I mostly deal with the bureaucracy,” and the look on his face told you just what he thought of that.

“So you don’t - I don’t know, go on missions, all Seal Team 6, kicking down doors?”

Billy let slip a laugh that was equal parts amused and offended.

“Seal Team 6?”

“What?” You laughed, awkwardly.

“You know a lot of Anvil are ex-Marine Corps, right? I’m an ex-Marine.”

“Is there a difference?” You knew there was though, honestly, you couldn’t remember exactly what it was, and the look on his face was priceless enough that you didn’t regret asking.

“Okay, wow, you’re really going to make me explain it to you?” You nodded in response. “Okay, it’s -“

Before he could start on whatever lecture he was about to give, your phone started to ring, loudly - loud enough to make you almost jump out of your skin. (You must have knocked the volume while you’d been frantically trying to look like you hadn’t been spying on him earlier.)

“Fuck, it’s Tammy,” you tell him before answering.

Moments later, you’d wish that you hadn’t. She was at the car waiting for her ride home and you were nowhere to be found, which was apparently so inconsiderate of you. You finished the call with a sigh and looked at Billy.

“Guess her interview didn’t go well,” you took one final drink before pushing back your chair and getting to your feet. “I’ve got to go, if I leave her standing around out there I’ll never hear the end of it, it’s been -“ you stopped as he got to his feet.

“I’ll walk you back.”

“No, that’s fine, really, you don’t have to.”

“I insist.” His tone making it clear that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I’m sorry, she’s just -“

“You don’t have anything to apologise for.”

When you started towards the door, he was right behind you, again staying close to you. Outside the oppressive heat hit you again and it pissed you off; you’d been having a nice time and Tammy just had to ruin it. Now it was over and you’d never see him again.

Billy didn’t say anything, even as you picked up the pace. You wanted to get this all over and done with, you wanted to drive Tammy back to the apartment and - you didn’t know. All you knew was that you didn’t want to be around her, you didn't want to have to deal with her bullshit, and you didn’t want to think about the man walking a step behind you.

You didn’t see him frown at you, you didn’t dare look back because it just felt childish. You’d met him forty minutes ago, he’d probably forget you by the end of the day.

You rounded the corner, about to cross the street when you felt his fingers around your wrist. All it took was one gentle pull and you were turning back towards him, stumbling into his arms. It felt like a moment pulled from some romcom; you spilled forward into his arms, your hands against his chest. And then you looked up, finding those impossibly dark eyes staring down at you.

Billy looked at you like he was trying to decide something, fingers still wrapped around your wrist. The, less than a second later, he was kissing you, pulling your body against his. And you let him. Later you’d tell yourself that it was shock but, in that moment, you wanted him to kiss you for no other reason than he was nice; you’d had fun getting coffee with him. It took you a moment to return to your senses, to use the hands on his chest to gently push him away.

“Billy —”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I’ve been thinking about doing that for the last thirty minutes.” He grinned. “Go to dinner with me.” You couldn’t tell if he meant it as a question or a command, but it definitely sounded more like the latter. Maybe he was just that used to women doing what he wanted them to do.

“I think you’re supposed to ask that before kissing someone,” was all you could think to say with a nervous laugh.

“Well, now I’ve asked…” And a second later, his lips were on yours again, tongue running against the seam of your lips, desperately wanting to deepen the kiss, and you let him. For a few sweet moments, you gave yourself over to him - to a random stranger you’d known for all of forty minutes.

Finally, you pushed him again, taking a step back, out of his arms and back to reality.

“I can’t,” is what you told him once you’d managed to find your voice again.

“Can’t or won’t?” He dared to try and take a step closer, forcing you to take another step back.

“Does it matter?”

“It matters to me.”

“Why?” Honestly not sure you even wanted an answer from him.

“So I can figure out how to change your mind.” He explained, like he thought it would really be that simple

“You can’t.” But that just made him laugh.

“Sweetheart, you’ve got no idea what I’m capable of.” And there was something dangerous in that; you didn’t know what he was capable of. “And I can be very persuasive when I want to be.”

“I told you; I don’t do this.”

“This can be whatever you want it to be. I’m very adaptable.” He reached for you again, fingers brushing your cheek before you managed to pull away.

He looked ready to say something else, like he had some line on the tip of his tongue that he was sure would convince you, his lips even parted ready, but nothing came out. You weren’t sure why until a moment later.

“Oh my god, there you are! Do you know how long I’ve been standing around waiting for you?”

Tammy. You didn’t know whether to be glad of the interruption or pissed at the tone she was taking with you.

“Sorry,” Billy stepped around you, towards Tammy, “I distracted her.”

“That’s -“ and then the impossible happened. Tammy actually fell silent. You decided that it must just be the effect that Billy tended to have on women.

“I’m Billy,” he offered out his hand and Tammy was quick to take it, no doubt falling for his charms already. And Billy, well, obviously he’d managed to get over whatever momentary insanity he’d been suffering from when he kissed you and had moved onto the next victim.

Only that wasn’t exactly what happened.

“Oh, I know who you are, Mr Russo. I’m Tammy.”

“Wait… what?” If anyone heard you, neither bothered to respond. How did Tammy know who he was?

“I hear you’ve just been interviewing to come work for me,”

For him. Not with him.

Your stomach dropped, remembering something Karen had said about a Russo, about how Frank called him a pretty boy and Karen thought he was a bit of a womaniser. He kept talking to Tammy but you barely caught a word, too stuck on everything that had happened and how you’d let it.

“Come on, Tammy,” finally, you snapped out of it and started to walk, “if you want a ride home we need to go now.”

You didn’t even wait for an answer, you just let her say her goodbyes to Billy.

“Let me know when you’re free to go for that dinner,” Billy called after you, You chose not to answer, some part of you hoping that Tammy wasn’t going to follow because you knew what would come next.

Fumbling for your keys, you had them in hand before you got back to your car, not daring to look behind you. What had just happened? Your lips still tingled from his kiss, you could still taste him, could still feel his hand on your hip. And some part of you was inexplicably still annoyed that the moment was over.

Tammy followed behind you, calling after, barely making it into the passenger seat before you started the car.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed and you steeled yourself for the oncoming argument, “you are the best friend ever.”

There was no sarcasm, no anger - she was actually smiling at you. What the hell did she think you’d done?

“What?” Throwing the car into reverse and trying to ignore the fact that Billy was there, watching you as he made his way back towards the office building, his office building. There was something unknowable in his dark gaze as it followed you and, again, you found yourself thinking about how you had no idea what he was capable of.

“Flirting with Billy-fucking-Russo to get me a job at Anvil.”

CHAPTER TWO

END NOTES : if you made it this far, thanks for sticking around. Like I said, this is something that started out as an original piece and I was struggling to find the energy to finish it. I’ll be trying to release a new chapter at least once a week, though the second part will probably be up in a few days time because the first two chapters are really just to help set things up, and I know that’s not what people are interested in. I already have the first five chapters pretty much written, they just need some editing before going in the queue and, in total, I have around 20 chapters planned. I’ll be working on this through NaNoWriMo too, so how much I get done might change the posting schedule a little.

Likes, reblogs, and follows are appreciated, though this fic will be posted regardless of engagement because I just need to get this story out of my head once and for all.

Anyway thanks for stopping by, I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are!

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disturbedbeautywrites · 1 year

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Sipping on fire - JJ Maybank Smut

A/N: I love this gif your honor. Also, please only interact if you’re 18+

Warning: unprotected sex, fingering, cursing, JJ being adorable, p in v, and I think that’s it! Other than it being written at 5 am and unedited, that is!

The first night of summer bonfire was a tradition that John B had started with the pogues and since you were Sarah’s best friend, you had been invited to tag along. You were a kook, but you tended to pride yourself on not being stuck up like most of them. In fact, according to your friends, you were a pogue in a kooks world, and you definitely agreed.

You had more fun on the cut in the last few months than you had on figure eight on any given day. There was an era of chaos with the pogues that you grew very fond of everytime you hung out with them. You never knew what was going to happen, and that was part of why you loved it so much. It was spontaneous and you got to live life on the edge.

“Alright, guys. Sarah and I are going to head to bed. Feel free to crash wherever you may fall.” John B’s voice rang out as he helped a very giggly Sarah inside, a wave following the gesture before the screen door closed. There was a comfortable silence that was accompanied by the crackling of the fire, a laugh suddenly ringing out from Kiara. “They are so going to go fuck.” The rest of you agreed and an easy conversation fell over you all as you kept the night rolling.

A little while later, Kiara started to yawn along with Pope and they both retired into the chateau to pass out on the couch. That left you and JJ, the both of you completely buzzed and not wanting to leave the serenity of the fire and the stars above you. You both were just enjoying the time, minds incapacitated and wandering. “You know, you don’t have to be a stranger. I won’t bite.” Your words cut through JJ’s train of thought as you nodded to the empty seat next to you, inviting him over instead of sitting across from you.

He got up and walked over, a chuckle leaving his lips as he raised his beer and took a sip. “That’s a shame, it would be hot if you did.” His words made you laugh, your eyes rolling on instinct. JJ was one of your favorites out of the group, he always made you laugh and feel some type of way. The easy banter between the two of you was always welcomed, especially when you were intoxicated and oh boy were you drunk tonight.

You had been doing shot after shot with Sarah, the tequila and vodka mixing and tasting like the best decision in the world. You had been letting loose all night and you had barely noticed that you had caught JJ’s attention early on. You were wearing an outfit that Sarah specifically picked for you to use to try and get his attention, but you hadn’t figured it had worked.

You were lost in thought when you felt his gaze on you, an eyebrow arching in question as you looked at the blonde haired boy. “Do I have something on my face?” Your words were meant to be a joke, but JJ shook his head, his eyes locked on your lips. “You just look really kissable right now.” His gaze was dark and lustful and it went straight through you, your lip pulling in between your teeth. “Kiss me then.”

He didn’t hesitate, his lips pressing to yours in a sloppy, yet passionate kiss. He tasted like a mix of alcohol and weed and the taste was intoxicating, a low groan leaving your lips. At the sound, he pulled back and looked at you. There was a look of something feral that flashed in his eyes, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Sweetheart, I haven’t even touched you yet.” His words went straight to your core, an involuntary whimper sounding from somewhere foreign inside of you.

He pulled you back in for another kiss, his hands finding your hips as your hands tangled in his hair. The kisses were getting more and more desperate as the seconds passed, teeth and tongues clashing as he carefully moved you to straddle his lap. His eyes ran over you, your hair tangled from his fingers and your lips puffy from kissing him. You looked absolutely breathtaking, and it made him hard to know he was the reason. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His words accompanied sloppy kisses to your neck, your hips moving down to grind against his as the breath caught in his throat.

The two of you had been eyeing each other all night, and the tension was finally coming undone. As you attached your lips back to his, you could feel his hands sliding up your thighs under your dress. “You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking night.” His words were almost a primal sound now, lust sinking into his every word as he squeezed your ass. You let out a groan and let yourself bite his bottom lip, the action causing him to immediately want you then and there.

You felt his hands move to push your panties aside, a finger instantly pushing into your wetness as your head fell back. You hadn’t realized how wet you were until now, another one of his fingers sliding in easily. Your let a string of moans leave your lips as he watched you intently. Every single curl of his fingers had you going absolutely feral, moans of his name filling the quiet night.

Little did you know, he had thought about this a lot. Every since Sarah started bringing you around, he wondered how you would look on top of him. His fingers and his cock deep inside of you. He has made it his personal mission to get you and hear you moan his name, and now that he had heard it, he might be addicted. Your voice that was usually sickly sweet was now broken and strained from pleasure, breathy whines going straight to his cock.

“I’m getting close.” Your whines were getting more and more desperate as his thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers skillfully worked in and out of your dripping wet pussy. “Come for me, baby girl. Come all over my fingers.” The words were enough to finish you off, a strangled gasp leaving your lips you felt the coil winding tighter and tighter in your stomach. His words kept repeating in your mind as you let out the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, the coil finally snapping as you let yourself finish all over his hand. He helped you to ride out your high, his fingers instantly going into his mouth to taste you as your forehead fell against his shoulder. Your chest was heaving, your breaths coming out in uneven pants as you tried to keep your composure.

However, the feel of his fingers inside you had you wanting more. If he was that good with his fingers, you could only imagine how good he was with his cock. “I wanna make you feel good now.” Your words were mixed with uneasy breaths before he shook his head, a smirk forming on his lips. “Baby girl, there will be plenty of time for that. I wanna be inside of you right now.” At his words, you were helping him to unzip his pants and maneuver his boxers so he could get his cock out.

The size of it made you audibly moan as he rubbed the tip between your folds, his gaze watching yours intently for any sign that he should stop. When none came, he slowly pushed into you, a low guttural moan leaving his lips as he completely filled you up. “Oh my fuck.” His hands found your hips as you started to ride him at a steady pace, his cock hitting just the right spot every single time.

Feral moans were leaving both of your lips as you kissed him hungrily again, moans being swallowed by both of you. His kisses were intoxicating and you didn’t think you could ever get enough, the all too familiar pressure building up in your stomach again. “I-I’m close again, JJ.” Your voice was coming from a place of desperation and need as his cock filled you up thrust after thrust, his own high staring to build.

“Come with me, baby.” His voice was strained and desperate as the movements between the two of you started to get more and more sloppy. He was trying to thrust into you, his timing being thrown off by the chair you were sitting in. “I-I can’t-.” You let out another desperate sound as you came around his cock, your pussy clenching around him as you rode out your release on him. The feeling of you coming done on top of him had him closely following suit, his cum coming out in white hot sports as he filled you up. His breaths were coming out in short, rapid pants as you sat there and tried to catch your breath before you moved to get off of him.

The loss of pressure inside of you as you got off was a disappointing feeling, your hands moving down to smooth out your dress as you sat back down beside him again. He wrapped an arm around you and you found yourself leaning against his shoulder, your chest heaving again as you let your eyes shut. “Holy fuck.” The both of you chuckled as he tucked himself back into his pants, blue eyes looking at you through blown pupils. “That was even better then I ever could’ve imagined.” He looked down into your eyes again, his lips finding yours for a few short pecks.

“You’ve thought about that before, huh?” Your teasing words made a slight blush break out over his cheeks as he nodded and smirked, “I’m not going to lie and say no. I’ve had a thing for you for a while.” His confession had you absolutely wheeling, a blush breaking out across your face as you pushed your hair back off your face. “Good thing I’ve had a crush on you for a while too.”

Your response made him grin as he stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Well, then my lady, wanna accompany me to bed?” He fake bowed as laughter left your lips, your eyes sparkling as you nodded. “You’re such a dork, but you’re lucky you’re cute.”

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mmjmmj · 2 months

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For the fic ideas/requests, I think lee!Vox and ler!Velvette would be cute :3

Here you go anon! Hope you liked this, I tried my best :)

Dont you dare!:

Hazbin Hotel |Tickle fic|

Lee!Vox

Ler!Velvette

Summary: Vox says a little cocky remark which triggers Velvette to teach the Tv host a lesson.

It was normal day for the V’s as usual, the group separated to do their own work for the day. Vox ended up being the first one to finish work and do his own stuff in his own time.

Vox got home, made himself a cup of coffee, and retreated to the living room area, where he sat down and turned the tv on, relaxing out as his gaze averted to the tv screen.

One habit Vox had was just not watching tv, but it was watching camera CCTV of the Hazbin Hotel, just so he could hopefully get a glimpse of Alastor or have some intel that he could use for his own personal use and advantage, he hated the radio demon after all.

Not too long after Vox got home, the shortest, and most stylish of the V’s came home, opening the door and walking through, shutting it behind herself, though she had not noticed Vox yet, she was too busy texting and tapping on her phone.

Vox looked back to see the overlord stood there texting away. Speaking out. "You use your phone too much." Vox spoke, a little grin growing on his screen.

Velvette looked up from her phone to see the Tv host starting back at her, a little smirk on her face as well. "Good afternoon to you too, Vox." Velvette said, walking over and sitting next to him.

"Where’s Val?" Vox questioned, cocking a brow in question. Velvette relaxed in her seat before she responded.

"Valentino won’t be home until late tonight, he still has some shoots to finish before he can go home." Velvette told Vox, looking over at the television now seeing what Vox was watching, scoffing at this. This habbit was annoying to Valentino and Velvette sometimes, each time something would happen for example, the radio demon appearing on screen, Vox would rant and rave about how he hated Alastor and how he wanted him dead.

"Again with this?" Velvette asked, folding her arms, narrowing her gaze towards Vox.

"What?" Vox asked, saying it like he had no idea on what Velvette was talking about, as if that the Hazbin Hotel wasn’t on screen, blaring at the two.

"You know what, Vox! Alastor isn’t just going to appear on screen you know! You’re very obsessive of him aren’t you?" Velvette asked, earning a scoff from Vox.

"Oh fuck you, I am fucking not!" Vox growled, his Tv voice coming in to play when he spoke. "I need to know what he has planned, he wouldn’t just be running a hotel for no reason.." Vox mumbled, Velvette snickered in response to this.

"That just sounds like you’re obsessed with him, if he was on the screen right now you would be whining about how you hate him." Velvette said.

"Oh fuck off, that’s better then bitching over models not wearing a few dresses that you don’t like." Vox had really done it when he said, Velvette narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance.

"Excuse me? Did you just call me a bitch?" Velvette asked, placing her phone down by a nearby coffee table.

"See? You’re already stressing out just from me talking about him and now your being rude…" Then an idea popped up in Velvette’s head, a sinister one at that.

"I think I’m going to have to destress you for this." Velvette said in a low tone, Vox’s eyes winded, immediately scooting a bit away from her.

"Don’t you fucking dare.." Vox said in a warning tone, Velvette had known him long enough to know what his weaknesses was, and this certain little weakness, mortified him, and Vox had known Velvette enough to know what she would do if he annoyed her.

"Don’t I dare do what? What exactly do you think I’m gonna do?" Velvette asked, unable to hide that grin that was growing on her face, scooting closer towards the other V.

Vox could feel that nervousness building up in his body, leaning back away from her, leaving him in a very vulnerable spot to get attacked. "Y-You fucking know what! Look I’m sorry, I-It was just a slip of tongue.. you know?" Vox mumbled, he smiled sheepishly, unable to stop that blue blush glowing across his screen.

But it was too late, the shorter overlord pounced onto Vox, reaching down and digging her fingers right into his tummy, earning a nice sharp squeal from Vox, already giggling up a storm.

"EHEHHEEK! Wahahahahahahait, hohohohohohold ohohohohon! Vehehehehellvette!" Vox begged but Velvette just couldn’t stop now! Vox’s pitched giggles were too adorable to resist.

"Hmmm, what was that? I’m sorry, Vox you’re gonna have to speak properly! Mind turning on your subtitles?" Velvette cooed, her sharp her scribbling all over Vox’s tummy, with no remorse, making the tv host hiccup through his giggles, already becoming a flustered mess.

Vox shook his head in question, blush attacking his screen as he struggled to handle the tickles that were already destroying him. "Ohohohohohoho fuhuhuhuhuhuck ohohohohohoff stohohohohohohop tihihihihihickling m-mehehehehe!" Vox giggled away, Vellette traced her nails town from his tummy down to hips and squeezing the hipbones, rewarding herself a sharper, high pitched squeal from Vox.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHE HIPS!!" Vox screeched, Velvette now had this playful little smirk on her face as she tickled the very sensitive overlord’s hips. "Not where? I can’t hear you, you’re screaming way too loud!" Velvette teased, the hip squeezing intensified quickly, determined to tickle the Tv host to a giggly little puddle.

Vox let out a girlish like shriek, kicking his legs as he was being tickled to a pulp, his blue blush attacking his whole screen, he began to now buffer out a little as he was tickled. "EHEHEHAHAHAHAHA-HEHEHAHAHAHHAHAA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAH-AHAHAHAP! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!" Vox began, already tearing up from the tickles. Velvette smirked and thought for a second.

"Hmm you’re right.. I am getting pretty bored of tickling her, how about… here?!" Velvette reached up and held Vox’s antennas, fiddling with them with her thumbs, scratching along them. Fucking jackpot. This caused Vox’s whole screen to go to a static for a few seconds before returning to now a big smile, and loud cackling.

Vox reached and gripped on Velvette’s wrist in defence to stop her tickling his poor antennas. "VEHEHEHEHEH-EHEHEHEHELVETTE! NOHOHOHO-OHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE OHOHOHOHOHO FUHUUHUHUHUHUHHUCK! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY! MERCY!"

"What was that? Did you say something?" Velvette asked, her grin growing sharper as her little prey began to plead and beg for mercy.

Vox shrieked out squeezing his eyes shut as he got absolutely WRECKED. "I SAHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAID FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING MERCY!" Vox screamed, feeling his screen overheat as his whole screen flushed.

Velvette finally spared poor Vox, leaving him a little giggly mess, sinking into the couch. "I-I’m sohohohohohohorry!" Vox apologised.

"All is forgiven, you just need to watch your mouth when you speak to me like that, or else I’ll just tickle my favourite Tv host until he cant see clearly!" Velvette teased, moving off of Vox and seating herself back on the couch. "Though we both know you liked it~".

"N-NO I-I FUCKING DID NOT!" Vox whined, the blush that was fading, coming back and attacking his screen again.

"I’m only messing with you!" Velvette giggled, looking at the sight she caused.

"Now let’s both relax now. Valentino will be home soon." Vox nodded in agreement as he sat up, using his power to change the Tv channel to something else other than the Hazbin hotel. If he ever wanted to be tickled again he might just have to make snide remarks Velvette more often…

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monaisdark · 10 months

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KEN x READER

➵ cws; f!reader, noncon, misogyny, talk of virginities, unrequited feelings, slight thoughts of death at very end, reader is a doll, bad ken :( ➵ a/n; ken is definitely ooc but idc i need him carnally. wrote this so fast after seeing the movie (amazing btw) spoilers be warned!!! p.s inbox is open ^^

Barbie's plan is in motion, and it seems like everything is going perfectly. Dolls are getting un-brainwashed left and right, including you. The moment you snap out of your trance and look down to see the incredibly small pink skirt and lace top dawning on your body, you can’t ever believe you agreed to wear that when Beach Ken gave it to you from Stereotypical Barbie’s wardrobe.

Ken. The one who started this mess. The one had you serving brewski beers and listening to long explanations on stuff you pretended to care about. A certain emotion pooled in your would-be stomach.

The Ken you used to watch pine after Barbie so deeply, the one that you always tried to console when Barbie rejected his advances. Now he’s taken over her house; well, Barbieland in general. How could he?

As Stereotypical Barbie hugs and welcomes you back as you leave the van, a thought pipes in your head. Maybe he’s doing this because Barbie doesn’t want him. She was so headstrong, front and center in every party she hosted, her smile iconic in every way imaginable. And Ken… was always on the side. Whenever he danced with you at her parties, his eyes were glued to her.

It hits you, he thinks this will work. That maybe she’ll turn around and jump into his arms once she notices what a big, strong, man he is. It won’t work and you know. But, he doesn’t.

A Barbie fills you in on what they’re doing, and how they want you to distract Beach Ken as long as possible while they round up more Barbies to un-brainwash them. Telling you how it’s perfect since he had you around a lot and he’ll be none the wiser to realize everything that’s happening.

♡♡♡

“Hi, Ken!” You exclaimed as he let you into his dojo mojo casa house. “Hi, (Y/N)!” A smile framed his face once he saw you. The artificial-looking moon hovered in the sky as a quiet hum surrounded you in the empty neighborhood.

“I was looking for you, how come you aren’t with everyone at the bonfire on the beach?” His face seemed to drop but he didn’t let go of his macho persona. “Wasn’t feelin’ it. Rather…” He thought for a second, “Watch horses. Y’know. Man things.”

You nodded, “Oh, yeah! Love all these horses you have around.” It clicked that he was avoiding things, avoiding Barbie. He wanted so desperately for her to come to his door. For her to come to him. Instead, it was you who knocked and stood in her clothes.

He huffed thanks and sat on the couch, you following beside him as he stared at a white horse gallop loop on the screen in front of both of you. It was obvious he was still bothered by his situation. A pang of sympathy left at the tip of your tongue, “Are you okay?”

This seemed to stir something in Ken, the air felt thick. “What am I doing wrong?” His voice was low. So quiet that you were almost sure it was like he didn’t want you to hear him.

But you did and you felt… bad for him. You grabbed his hands that laid on his lap with one of yours, “Ken, you can’t make something that won’t happen, happen.”

He brought his eyes from the TV to now stare at you. His blue eyes held something brooding behind them, but it didn’t deter you from continuing. “Some Barbies don’t have a Ken. Not everyone is made to follow a set of expectations, like how there’s one Alan… or me.” You trail off to include yourself, hoping he sees how you understand him.

“What I’m saying is, it’s okay that Barbie doesn’t want to be with you. I’m sure there’s more for you out here. Someone for you.” You tighten the soft grip you have on his hands to show comfort.

His face is almost unreadable, an uncomfortable silence echoes in the living room as you wonder if you messed up in trying to help. His hands now grasped yours, although a lot tighter than you’d liked. Ken chuckled, but it carried a sense of something you couldn't quite place.

“I’m an idiot!” His voice finally booms to break the silence in the house, “You’re right. You’re right. I don’t need her.” You would’ve been more optimistic in helping with his realization of independency but the grip he had on your hand was starting to hurt.

“I’ve spent so long trying to make her notice me, but why would I need her when I have you?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to stand but he immediately brought you back down on the couch.

“No, no. That's not what I meant, listen to me–” He inched closer to you, using his strength to pin you down on the large couch. “No, you’re supposed to listen to me.” Betrayal, sadness, fear. So many emotions you weren’t used to swirled inside of you.

“You’re perfect, y’know? I’ve been thinking about this, us. I wasn’t sure but the way you’ve been by my side all this time, so ready to make me feel better.” He speaks as one of his hands leaves your wrists to dough at your breasts through your lace top.

“So happy to follow me around with bewski beers and to wear the cute little outfits I picked out for you. Dare I say, you look better than Barbie in them.” A dark laugh left his lips, the contrast making your stomach turn as he ignored your small pleas for him to let you go. “Now I see so clearly. We should’ve been together all this time! Ken and (Y/N). I like the sound of that more.”

You weren’t sure why your chest seemed to pound, or your mouth felt dry, or why tears pricked in your eyes. This wasn’t meant to happen. “What– what are you doing?” You felt almost twice as small as you normally were, wishing your body would shrink and wiggle out of his grasp.

His hand trailed from your chest to under your skirt, between your legs. A gasp left you when he rubbed the foreign part of you covered by a thin underwear.

“The books I’ve read said this,” His hand gave you an oddly warm sensation down there, “It’s important for us to be together. To make you mine.” Suddenly he spread your legs apart to peel down your underwear.

You’re terrified to move, not even noticing that there wasn’t a grip on your wrists anymore. His demeanor alone was enough to keep you down.

You knew what you had down there, a vagina, and you knew Ken had a penis. Though everyone in Barbieland had one or the other, nobody acknowledged it. It wasn’t something that was shunned per se, but it was like how some dolls had breasts and other’s didn’t. The peak of anything suggestive was making out, and even that disinterested you.

Now, whatever Ken is doing, is making you feel as if you're about to melt. His fingers circle around your entrance and you don’t even get enough time to get used to that feeling before he pulls away and starts lowering down his joggers to free his aching cock. His stupid faux mink coat already having been long discarded right next to your underwear.

His breathing is heavy, “That should be good, right? You’re ready now? For the sex?” Ken stares at your flushed state with lidded eyes, “I can’t wait anymore. Don’t worry, it should feel amazing!”

You have no idea what he’s talking about. He’s kissing you now, loud moans leave his lips as he sinks into you. Pain. It hurts so bad. Whatever he said about being ready, you definitely weren’t.

The stretching tears you apart and you’re unsure if the burn will ever go away. Ken’s body lays on top of you, a blubbering mess. “Ah, ah, this– this is great, so good.”

So many feelings overwhelm you in a way that it makes you want just to scream. Hate. Hate is the strongest one. You guys used to be good friends. Everything used to be right. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him. You can only repeat that in your head once he starts to thrust into you.

“Y-you’re mine, aren’t you? Ah– I, I took your virginity. That means, agh– that means you have to stay with me.” His voice mixes in with the sound of his skin slapping into yours, he says something about patriarchy and virginities. He’s claimed you, as the book says.

You wonder how long this is going to last, you’re pretty sure he’s feeling amazing, but all you feel is an ache. The pain travels up and down your body as all you can do is whimper weak cries. “(Y/N), ah-- I love you.” Ken’s thrusting faster, trailing kisses down your jawline. “Say it back, (Y/N).”

No, you can’t and you won’t. Ken keeps moaning and saying he loves you over and over again. Each time it’s like he expects you to respond with the same thing back, you don’t. It doesn’t stop him though, his movements become more and more messy. You think he’s getting tired when a harsh snap of his hips with an especially loud moan takes your breath away. A new feeling. Full.

Again, you didn’t know what just happened. A confused sob is finally let out once you catch your breath, “Ken, what did you do?” You hope he understands you through your choked breaths.

He ignores you, taking sight at the mess he just made. White cum drips out of you, a beautiful scene. “Oh, (Y/N). I wish you can see how perfect you look right now.” His hug around your body is suffocating, "I'm so excited for us to do so many new things tonight."

The new thought of dying creeps into your mind.

#barbie 2023 #ken x reader #ken barbie #ryan gosling ken #cw. noncon #cw. misogyny #fem reader #dark blog #dark fanfiction #sorry for the hiatus lol

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enluv · 10 months

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love spill !

PAIRING! - rockstar!jay (enha) x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k+

warnings: angst-ish but not really + fluff later !!, reader is stressed/exhausted, profanity, slow burn(?)

coco’s ♡ note: this came from a mini game I answered once and literally could not get over because I need rockstar bf jay so badly, I might make more with this jay too so let me know if you like it or have any rockstar!bf jay thoughts because I will indulge and write them !!! literally adore this jay so much ahhhh!!!

Finally.

Finally some piece and quiet away from the shared apartment you live in with the three younger boys.

Perhaps living with your younger brother and his university friends wasn’t the best idea, especially when you had a ten page journalism report due by three pm the next day.

That’s why you find yourself here on a hot summers day sitting in your favorite cafe, it’s not busy on Fridays and is hidden enough so the boys won’t find you for a while, but they will come looking eventually.

The bell of the cafes door rings to signify it being opened but this report is due tomorrow and you can’t stop to look up, but maybe you should have. Maybe you should have because now as you watch the hot brown liquid seep into your laptops keyboard you become painfully aware of the boy in front of you who’d walked in early wearing the most guilt ridden expression. His words muffled as you watch your screen go black.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so sorry. Wait here let me get something to clean this up.” He’s fumbling with the other drinks in his hand as he tries to reach for napkins to clean the spill he’s made.

Where else would you go really? Right now you’re just waiting for the ground to swallow you whole. Had the program even saved the other three pages you’d written? Was your hard work gone just like that? Would your professor even believe you if you told him what happened? Even if it sounded straight out of a movie?

“Just leave it, I’ll clean it myself. Please leave.”

He stills at your words, no malice or emotions within them just exhaustion. The tone of your voice makes his heart ache, and he swears to himself that he’s going to make up for this for the rest of his life.

“I’m sorry for this really, I need to leave because I have a schedule to get to but I promise I’ll make this up to you. Can I have your number?”

Your stare makes him feel small, then he realizes how his question sounds after a minute passes between you two.

“Wait I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not asking you out. Not saying I wouldn’t ask you out but I’m not doing that right now! I just need it so I can text you to pay you back, or I can pay to get your laptop fixed. I’ll send you the money or even if you want buy you a new one.”

Jay can’t tell what you’re thinking but somehow he’s walking out of the cafe with your phone number and an assortment of drinks for his members. Dreading having to explain to them just what happened in the cafe.

unknown (2:46pm):

uh hey this is jay, I’m the one who dropped my coffee on your laptop, really sorry about that by the way!! um i want to give you these so I can say sorry again in person because my mom always said to apologize face to face or you don’t mean it and also that way we can figure out the laptop money thing together.

unknown (2:47pm):

four attachments sent

just stop by tomorrow and have some fun and then after I’ll come find you and we can talk!! what’s your name by the way?

you (3:12pm):

it’s y/n. thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.

“I cannot believe some random dude gave you tickets to see downfall, like this show has been sold out for months and I mean months, talking eight months and he just gave up four tickets to see them? He must be loaded! Tell him you want a new computer and game console, I want the newest version.”

Jungwon’s excited rambles bring a smile to your face, sure just yesterday you’d cried almost all the water out your body until Jungwon had called your professor and explained in detail (along with sticking the phone in your room so he could hear your cries) the situation, but he’d also somehow gotten you an extension on your paper for the next week. He seriously deserved the random concert tickets the stranger, Jay, had sent you.

Receiving them was odd but he’d convinced you with the promise of fixing your laptop and that’s honestly all that mattered, so if you had to sit through a three hour long show next to some stranger who spilled coffee on your laptop then so be it because you’d be getting it fixed no matter what.

Except instead of said random stranger sitting next to you, an actual random stranger stood beside you excitedly yapping with her friends and the random stranger you had expected was perched on stage with a guitar in hand, microphone stationed in front of him like it belonged to him, and soon enough you’d realize from the crowds hollers that it did belong to him.

“ARE YOU READY FOR TONIGHT?” He’s met with screams all around the arena.

“That’s what I like to hear, alright let’s go.”

The shock of who Jay was really didn’t cease even after the show had ended and the four of you began to walk out the packed venue, it doesn’t really go away until a large man comes to escort you backstage.

“Hey buddy I think you have the wrong people, we’re just here still because my sisters waiting for someone.” Jungwon’s voice breaks you out of your shock and the man nods as if he knew what he was going to say.

“Yeah he’s backstage, just follow me.”

Jay fidgets with the bag he has in his hands, earlier he’d dragged the boys along with him to pick you out a new laptop and even threw in a new case and holder for it. He really wanted to get the image of your exhausted eyes out of his mind, he wanted to see you happy and healthy.

“Y/N you didn’t tell us the guy who spilled coffee on you was one of the members of downfall,” the voice he hears is failing to whisper as you get closer.

“Are we about to meet one of the members? What if it’s just like a staff or something like why would an actual member be getting their coffee and oh my god that’s the lead singer Jay.”

He laughs shyly at the boy who’s mouth is now wide open pointing excitedly at him, but he quickly shuts up as he spots you. You look so pretty, completely different from when he’d last saw you drenched in coffee and exhaustion all over your face. Right now you looked content and really really pretty.

“Hey Y/N, I know I said I’d give you the money to fix your laptop but I thought you should just have a completely brand new one, I’m really sorry for spilling my coffee on yours, I’m sure you were busy and needed it, I hope you can use this new one well,” his breath hitches as he holds out the bag to you and your fingers touch briefly, “and I hope you liked the show, I see your friends did.” He sends a wave their way and laughs when they all excitedly wave back.

A smile begins to develop on your cheeks and his heart races. This is exactly how he’d like to see you, happy and smiling.

Later that night as you pull out the new laptop determined to finish your nearly complete paper, a small card flutters out with it that reads —

“I wrote this to say not only sorry again, but to also ask if you’d like to go out with me sometime? and I mean it this time, as in I am actually asking you out unlike last time when I, you know accidentally asked you out unintentionally, this time I promise it’s intentional. Please let me make up the god awful first meeting we had, I promise it’ll be worthwhile. You have my number so if you want to then just shoot me a text but if not then that’s fine with me too! – Jay”

A smile forms on your face as you set down the card and get to working on your essay, the answer to Jay’s proposition already clear in your mind. Yes.

coco’s love note: i am so terribly down bad for jay it’s crazy. he’s so just perfect like I adore him so much!! and I’m the biggest rockstar!jay enthusiast like I just had to write something about it, plus I think it’s so adorable how he’s clumsy in this fic but a crazy rager on stage & only mc gets to see both sides of him fully! I hope you enjoyed this fic! As always, feedback & reblogs are appreciated! Thank you for reading <3

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kirimoochi · 9 months

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sensory overload.

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn! reader, modern au.

⤷ the noise can be unbearable sometimes.

Kazuha held onto his red solo cup tightly, his eyes frantically darting around the area as his expression caved in. He couldn’t find you anywhere at this party. He knows that he isn’t drunk. He made sure to only put soda in his drink. So why couldn’t he find you? Where did you go? Did you leave him behind? He stands beside Heizou, who casually chats away with a mutual friend. He doesn’t seem to notice your disappearance whatsoever.

The situation only makes the platinum-haired man more nervous when he is approached by Gorou, asking him about his pale face. He begins to worry in front of him, looking at him side to side to evaluate his condition. There was too much noise. He couldn’t hear Gorou requesting him to go outside to rest. The music was loud. It was thumping. He couldn’t even decipher the difference between his quickening heartbeat, and the noisy bass coming from the song “Like Crazy.”

Curse Xiao for requesting this song. It was a good one but he genuinely couldn’t focus on the lyrics. Kazuha resists the urge to drop his solo cup somewhere random and leave the party. However, he couldn’t go without you. He took your car after all. It would be dumb of him to abandon you. So where were you? Were you just getting another drink? Did you get food? He turns his head left and right, still searching for you in the crowd.

Ayato’s house was too big and there were way too many people. It was a miracle that no one hasn’t gotten suffocated in this atmosphere. The platinum-haired man excused himself from Gorou, making the excuse that he wanted to go to the kitchen for more food. At first, his friend reached out to him. He quickly retracted his hand once Kokomi was by his side, bumping into him lightly as she smiles.

Kazuha’s breath was starting to get heavy. His ears felt like they were ringing and the closer he was to the kitchen, the louder the noise became. He raises his hand to cover one of his ears. People were chatty. Some talked about their experiences with their roommates, others complained about the quality of the campus food, and a few discussed their grades for their classes. It was too much. It was starting to wear him down. He asks himself again, where could you be? Everything around him felt like a blur. His head was starting to feel light and he has to fight the urge to lean against the wall.

Suddenly, he was pulled away from the crowd, the rush causing him to abandon his cup next to a planter. He winces as he bumps into a few people along the way, murmuring apologies that they most likely couldn’t hear. He was pushed into an empty room at the back of the house. The mysterious person lets go of his hand. They let out an exhausted sigh, their head tilted back as they groaned.

“It took me so long to find my way back to you, I can’t believe the Kamisato siblings live in a place this big.” At the sound of your voice, he leaps into your arms, causing you to be thrown back onto the bed. You yelped but held onto him nonetheless. “Kazuha?”

He says nothing. He only buries his face into the crook of your neck, the only place that seemed the most quiet. At his wordless response, your expression softens. You bring your hand up to gently rub the curve of his spine, keeping him close in your arms. You could hear him mumble a few words, mainly consisting of “miss,” “where,” and “loud.”

You exhaled, letting go of a breath you never knew you held. The two of you could still hear the boisterous laughter of Itto from the other side of the door. The continuous flow of EDM music did nothing to comfort his senses. Kazuha tightens his hold around you, internally pleading that you won’t leave him again. Though, his nerves are soothed when something covers his ears. He feels your body move slightly, your fingers tapping on your phone screen.

Instead of the party music he was forced to endure, he was left listening to the sound of gentle rain falling upon windows. It felt almost like home. Using your opposite hand, you toy with his hair, brushing through it. He closes his eyes, leaning against you as he feels his heartbeat slow down. It was becoming less overwhelming. The warmth of your body culled him into a relaxed state.

You doubt he could hear you but you wanted to say that you left the party to find your noise-cancelling headphones. You had gotten lost around the house looking for him, and even though you asked Childe, the tallest man in the party to help, even he couldn’t look for Kazuha. So you had to swim around the crowd of people, clutching tightly to your chest a pair of headphones meant for him. It was a miracle that you even found him near the kitchen.

You might make a reminder for yourself to avoid bringing Kazuha to these high-energy places. Or at the very least, be very well prepared to pack noise-cancelling headphones or earbuds for the poor man. It pained you to see him trembling. Leaning forward, you press a kiss against his forehead, undoing his hair tie as you both lay in what you could only assume to be Ayato’s bed. He wouldn’t mind if you just napped here, right?

#₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha x reader

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adiluv · 1 year

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♡ JOHN DOE + PROMPTS 12 / 32. ˚⊹꒷

﹕₊˚ʚ🍫ɞ・[word count] total ─ 1632; prompt 12 ─ 972; prompt 32 ─ 660.

﹕₊˚ʚ🖤ɞ・[warnings] yandere character [technically, no yandere behavior demonstrated], not edited/proofread.

﹕₊˚ʚ🍷ɞ・[adi moment] second part of the event! these prompts were requested by @/arthurswine, and were the ones that i accidentally got all mixed up. i can’t remember if the valley has an airport or not [i tried to look for info but just didn’t find it], and i just assumed it did - please only quote me on that if i’m right - but i hope you enjoy! ꒰ㅅ´ ˘ `꒱

this is a part of my 200 follower / valentine's day event! you can view the event post here!

♡ prompt 12 / long distance. ˚⊹꒷

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Your day is relatively average when your cell phone starts to ring. It’s completely unexpected, too, with you lounging at the gas station’s counter (another slow day, it seems) when your ringtone breaks through the dull humming of the refrigerators. You're shocked to find that the contact displayed on the screen doesn’t belong to Doe, but is instead one for a friend that you were close with outside of the Valley. There’s a soft smile on your face as you tap the accept button and raise the device to your air, but the subtly sweet mood is broken when you hear their panicked voice.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・It’s somewhat difficult to understand what they’re saying, considering how fast their talking and the deeply worried tone in their voice, though you’re able to understand enough for you to decide that you’ll have to temporarily leave the Valley. So, that night, you find yourself sitting cross-legged on the living room floor with your dusty suitcase as you pack in any essential belongings, with Doe watching over the scene with a look of confusion plastered onto his face. Doe would try his best to stay calm while you explain the situation, with his worries being (mostly) dissipated when you emphasize that you’ll only be out of the Valley for a week or two - max. Even if he’s still a bit sad when he realizes that you’ll be gone for Valentine’s Day, he’ll support you wholeheartedly and even try to help you pack.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Sure, it sucks that the plans you two had made are essentially canceled, but there was plenty of time to do something together once you get back. He won’t try and force you to stay, nor would he want you to stay out of your own will (he understands that you have a life outside of him), though you can most certainly expect a lot of clinginess and melting at the airport. He might even try to sneak past security and follow you to the plane so he can have just a bit of extra time with you before you’re gone, though all of his attempts would be much too obvious to succeed. Instead, he just ends up desperately leaning over the barriers and waving like he’d never see you again - a sight that brings red to your cheeks and a slight chuckle to emerge from your throat.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Luckily, the flight itself ends up being mostly uneventful, with the plane only having a small turbulence on the way to your old home. You end up passing out for most of the trip, and you’re greeted by loads upon loads of text messages from Doe when you finally disembark and check your phone. It doesn’t help that his texting style is very broken up and erratic, either, with each sentence being split into at least two or three separate texts. Your friend, who was waiting for you at the airport, is incredibly concerned to see them, and you end up explaining all of the things that happened within the Valley. They start staring at you like you’re crazy before you even finish. A quick facetime with Doe does end up confirming everything, though, and you take the opportunity to introduce him to your friend. It takes some time for them to warm up to each other, but they’re at least acquaintances by the time you hang up.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Oh, and all of those text messages from Doe? They aren’t a one time thing. He’ll text and call you as though it’s his last day on Earth, as if it’s the only chance that he’ll ever have to talk to you for the rest of his days. While it’s incredibly endearing at first, considering the genuine happiness that’s apparent in his tone when you answer his phone calls or respond to his texts, it does start to become a bit too overbearing - more so with the differences in time and the fact that Doe doesn’t have human needs in the same way that you do. You end up having to explain the concepts of different time zones to him, as well as the fact that it’s too overwhelming to be texted every second of the day, both of which being concepts that take some time for him to grasp. Once he understands, however, he’ll do his best to lay off of you a bit, something that you appreciate. He’ll also do his best to take care of the apartment while you're gone (which he does surprisingly well at, considering his messier disposition), and you show him some outside movies and scenery.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・You do something similar of Valentine’s Day itself, taking him all around your old home and showing him all of the different places that you had used to visit. You show him your favorite café, your favorite park, even the old place that you had used to live, all while telling him about the differences between life in and outside of the Valley. His eyes are practically glued to the screen as you walk around, with him musing about how ‘strange’ your world was as he looks on at the different scenes. The decorations sitting in all of the storefronts can’t help but catch his interest, either, and you pick him out a few things to bring home as gifts. Doe also gets you some things for the holiday, all of which ranging from somewhat normal to things that look… Well, bizarre would be an understatement. (His grip on the phone is incredibly shaky due to how excited he is, so it might just be that.) You both end the day by watching some movies and shows until you pass out, and Doe is quick to join once he notices your soft breathing. Maybe not the Valentine’s Day that you were expecting, but it wasn’t all that bad.

♡ prompt 32 / dancing. ˚⊹꒷

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Even though it would be absolutely hilarious for Doe to somehow magically be a good (or, let’s be honest - even decent) dancer, there is no way you could ever even convince me to consider the idea of him not having two left feet. (That statement is metaphorical, but there’s definitely a chance that one of his previous false bodies did actually have two left feet.) Even so, I do also believe that Doe would be incredibly interested in the idea of dancing with you. I mean, it’s romantic, it’s cliché, he’s probably seen it tons of times in rom-coms - of course he’d be interested in doing it with you! And on Valentine’s Day, no less? It would be a dream come true for him!

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・That’s exactly the reason that he practically jumps into your arms the moment that the suggestion leaves your mouth, staring at you with a lovestruck expression and pupils so wide that you can’t even see his trademark yellow sclera. Considering all of the long and honestly underpaid shifts that you’re working at the gas station, the two of you would probably just end up falling over, although it wouldn’t do anything to hinder him in the slightest. Instead, he’d just end up springing back up to his feet and pulling you back up as well, asking what kind of music you’d want to dance to.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Depending on your own personal experiences with dancing, you might find the situation to be a learning situation for the both of you. And, sure, Doe is much more obvious with his confusion about the entire topic, but it’s much easier to excuse him constantly stepping on your feet when you remember that his body isn’t his real one. Besides, he doesn’t say anything when you step on his feet, although you do your best to ignore the fact that it’s not out of politeness and instead out of the fact that he can’t exactly feel it.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・When it comes to his music taste, Doe would genuinely just be fine going along with your preferences. (He’s mostly just happy to have the opportunity to even dance with somebody in the first place, especially somebody that he loves, like you!) Of course, he would indulge you if you really wanted to know. I personally imagine that Doe would prefer softer, almost jazz like songs - ones that sound like they’re from the 1900s. (It’s hard to describe the genre, but think about Frank Sinatra like songs.) I like to think that it would fit, especially when you consider the eldritch-like abilities that he has, and the connection that those kinds of vintage-like songs have to the eldritch genre as a whole.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Truthfully, the worst thing that I could imagine happening (besides the accidental toe stepping) is you bumping your hip into the side of your table a couple of times. Really, dancing with Doe would be a pretty peaceful situation, and you just can’t help but be glad to not worry about something insane happening, moreso when you start to consider just how much manages to happen to you on a day-by-day basis. To be frank, such a peaceful situation was exactly what you needed.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・And luckily, there’s nothing crazy that comes along to ruin your time with him, and you’re totally free to savor the time you two spend dancing around the living room of your barely big enough apartment. Such a totally peaceful situation is incredibly rare to come by within the Valley, and although your time there has managed to get you accustomed to some of the daily weirdness, it’s hard not to notice the extra tension that’s released from your shoulders. You’ve managed to work out some of the bigger mess-ups by the time you’re ready to call in quits, and you and Doe end the dance session by watching TV and leaning into each other. Truthfully, you might just ask him to dance with you some other time.

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a-forbidden-detective · 3 months

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Karaoke love

This is written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF238 Take my hand and for @fluffbruary February 2 prompt : engagement | scent | jam

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Beware of manga spoilers for the latest chapter. This is exactly 1000 words. I was totally into it at the end. I hope the ending makes sense. Heh!

Toto takes a shot from his whiskey glass, easing himself up. It’s his turn to sing. The screen monitor shows the song that he’s chosen awhile back. The truth is his singing is only confined to the four corners of the flat and his shower cabin in Asakusa.

Ron mentioned once that his love for singing in the shower is one of the rare times when Toto lets himself go apart from his innate resoluteness. But come to think of it, Ron didn’t say much about the quality of his singing voice, Toto has only been just self-conscious ever since that incident that he never sings anymore whenever he stays at Ron’s apartment.

Who suggested going to the karaoke bar anyway? Ah, it was Kawasemi-san. Today is the last day that he’s going to be in town and coincidentally his birthday that for all intents and purposes, Dr. Mofu asked him what else he wanted to do in Tokyo before going back to Aichi.

They rent a private room at the Karaoke Kan in Shibuya. The shop became famous when it was featured in a Western film in the early 2000s about two Americans, who found each other amidst the backdrop very alien to them: from food to cultural references. The premises have become a Mecca for tourists.

The whole gang is here. Amamiya, who tags along these days, and Dr. Mofu didn’t have the time when they went to Kamakura for sightseeing two days ago. So, they made sure that they were present this time around before sending Kawasemi-kun back to Nagoya. The only one who’s missing is Spitz, who cannot leave London at the moment and is disgruntled with a dash of envy in his body when he finds out their plans.

“Ack, Tototo! I am going to miss your performance. Ron-kun says that he has a rock ‘n’ roll singer living in his house.” Toto laughed when he heard this.

Should Toto stand up?

An arm gathers around him, as if grounding him. While the hand holds his shoulder, firm and yet tender. Toto turns to his left; Ron’s blue eyes confront him. Relax.

“Y-yeah…” Toto has calmed down a bit.

The first notes of a raunchy electric guitar surge, he poses to belt out the text that flashes on the screen.

“I'm an alligator/ I'm a mama-papa comin' for you / I'm the space invader / I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you / Keep your mouth shut … Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe … Press your space face close to mine, love / Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!”

His friends are fired up, hooting at the way Toto playfully sings a David Bowie song. Chikori-kun’s admiration skyrockets to 200 per cent. Her eyes scream of glowing stars. Kawasemi kun sings along. He knows it by heart and has been a Bowie fan. He’s so glad that Toto made a little research about him. Dr. Mofu’s face breaks into a giggle as she stops conversing with Amamiya, who cannot stop smiling. Toto, gyrating before her very eyes, has transformed into another person. And Ron? He’s looking at Toto with his hungry eyes, his hands won’t stop rubbing his thighs clothed in loose jeans. He then places his right hand into his pocket and reaches for a small box inside, feeling glad that he hasn’t lost the engagement ring.

You deserve all the good things in the world, Toto!

As the Tokyo police officer hits the end notes, Toto bows to the delight of his friends clapping and whistling on his way.

“Thank you so much!”

Ron hands him a glass of water and half-hugs him when he’s already seated.

“You did well, Toto!”

Toto mouths his thanks as he downs another glass when the next song starts to play. Chikori kun can’t stop herself from gushing when he notices that Ron stands up.

Oh, he’s next. Toto is darn curious now. He knows that Ron can sing really well as expected of him.

“Wise men say / Only fools rush in / But I can't help falling in love with you / Shall I stay? / Would it be a sin / If I can't help falling in love with you?”

All of a sudden, the whole room turns quiet. No one claps, nor whistles. As if a magician does his trick enchanting the audience. Everyone is glued watching Ron does his interpretation of a popular Elvis Presley song.

Toto is fastened on his seat, mouth agape. Ron is looking at him, his intentions are clear. His heart beats faster, aware of his surroundings and the four sets of eyes that are focused on them.

“Take my hand / Take my whole life, too / For I can't help falling in love with you…”

Ron sits next to Toto and seizes his hand. He begins to speak.

“I am glad that our friends are here to give me support and witness the promise I will say here today. Too bad that Spitz isn’t around but he already knows my plans.”

Toto’s face is red now not because of the alcohol but specifically because of Ron, who is in front of him, who is now removing an object from his pocket.

“Toto, I know that it is all so sudden. But, after all the things that happened between us, I believe that there is an understanding that we can’t live without each other and instead prepare to die together if we are faced with a choice, are you willing to be my partner for life? Will you marry me?”

Toto’s mouth quiver, why hasn’t he never thought that this day will come? Ah, that’s why he can never be as good as Ron when it comes to sleuthing.

He then grabs Ron’s face and in front of everyone kisses Ron, his fiancé. Without remorse nor embarrassment while their friends say their congratulations.

“Yes!”

~ fin ~

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ador3him · 2 years

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hi! can I request a little bit of angst with quackity? like, he says something he shouldn't during an argument and then reader starts avoiding him, that would be really cool! (I'm an angsty person, sorry)

pairing: Quackity x gn!reader

requested: yes by @quackitys-axe

warnings: swearing, implied panic attack kinda

word count: 918

a/n: YAYAYAYAY i hope this is okay its my first mcyt ficcccc :)) (also pretend quackity lives in Florida near dream and sapnap)

Your leg bounced creating an irregular tapping sound on the wooden floor, but this sound was drowned out by you and Quackity’s arguing. It’s been going on for almost all week, both of you were stressed about Uni and streaming.

Your eyes began to sting, tears threatening to spill as Quackity continued to pound his frustration out onto you. You weren’t usually an emotion person, however knowing that the person who’s meant to love you the most is tearing you down faster than you thought anyone could triggered them. Your mind went fuzzy completely drowning out his vulgar, insulting words.

“You fucking look at me while I’m talking to you y/n!” Quackity’s hands rose and rested on the back of his head but not before you flinched thinking he’d hit you.

You didn’t know when you started crying but it must’ve been in the last few minutes. Your face was drenched in salty tears.

“Why do you have to yell,” You choked out bringing your knees to your chest, your left leg shaking uncontrollably.

“Because if I don’t your small brain won’t be able to comprehend what I am saying,” he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world, he quickly realised what came out of his mouth letting out an audible gasp. The comment just made you cry more, how could the man who claimed to love you say that?

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you,” You got off the bed and screamed at him whilst packing a night bag. His eyes just followed you, partly in shock and partly because he didn’t know what to say. His hands were shaking as they covered his mouth, his vision has gone blurry just making out your figure leaving the room car keys rattling in your hands.

You were in no state to drive but that wouldn’t stop you, your eyes only clear for a second before filling back up with tears. You didn’t want to leave your car spot, you longed for Quackity to run after you but the door to your shared house could be jammed shut because of how hard you slammed it. As much as you wanted him to come and apologise you know that you would only yell at him more.

The car shook lightly as you banged your head on the driving wheel.

“Fuck,” pain shot your head like a bullet, but tears now failed to leave your eyes. They were completely dried out from balling. Without a second thought you started the car and drove away.

Back at your house Quackity ran out just as you turned off the street, he sat on the steps head in his hands pulling his beanie over his eyes then back up again. He ran back inside to grab his car keys and went after you. His chest beating faster than ever, he knew he fucked up and knew it would take a lot to apologise. He made a few stops on the way to you, knowing exactly where you’d be- Sapnap and Dream’s.

Quackity pulled into the driveway and parked beside your car. He struggled to carry everything and lock his car, so he just left it opened and rushed to the front door.

“Sapnap? Dream? Please let me inside.” His voice echoed through the screen door into the house. All he heard back was crickets.

“Please, look I know I fucked up but that’s my partner in there and I want to speak to them. I won’t yell I want to apologise.” He pleaded, eyes filling with tears again.

Sapnap appeared from the dark hallway, his cold stare shot shivers down Quackity’s spine.

“Please?” His voice cracked sobbing once again.

“Fine, but you fucking say anything bad to them I will throw your ass out. I don’t care that we are best friends you fucked up bro,” Sapnap unlocked the door and pushed it toward Quackity letting him. He gave Sap a tight-lipped smile, in return Sap pointed to Dreams room.

“Mi amor?” He poked his head into the room, your body was covered by Dreams blanket only your head poking out facing the opposite way from him. Dream just looked at you then him and got up grabbing Quackity’s shoulder.

“Do not scare them again,” He shoved Quackity inside the room.

“I uh got you some sunflowers and chocolate,” He placed them beside you then sat on the bed. You then scooted over a fraction barely giving him anymore room.

“I am sorry, and I know no amount of presents or no matter how many times I say sorry will change what I said but it might change how you feel even a little bit. I also know I may never get your trust back fully, but I want to try. I will fix my moods, okay? My stress is no excuse for the way I acted or said. You are the smartest, most talented, beautiful person I know. I love you mi amor.” He spoke quietly and gently touched your waist as if he touched you any harder, you’d evaporate.

“I love you too,” Your voice barely above a whisper. You moved yourself so you were upright and facing him. He rested a hand on your cheek pulling you in and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“You have no idea how sorry I am,”

“Is that a teddy bear?”

“Yeah, his names Barnaby,”

“I love him,”

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merrhea39 · 3 months

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Trans masc Dominik chapter 2-2

Dominik and Rey got to medical where they were watching the rest of the show covered in ice packs, until they saw Damian and Finn on the screen again. “The world just saw first hand that for all of Dominik Mysterio’s ‘potential’, he’s just not made of the right stuff. Today Dom, congratulations you failed the test.” Finn spoke first then Damian spoke. “Dom we saw right through you man, we knew the only reason you ‘joined’ the judgment day was to save your dad, well instead of saving him you should’ve grabbed the chair and cracked his skull. Just like we cracked Edge’s skull when he got in our way. Next week Madison Square Garden 20th year of your father being here in the WWE, we finish what we started. The Mysterio’s will fall and the judgment day will rise.” They both laugh as the camera switches to the upcoming match but both Dominik and Rey were entirely distracted about what they had just said. “Get up, we're doing an interview.” Rey said to Dominik who agreed wholeheartedly. Next thing they knew they had a camera shoved in their face for the interview. “Let me start dad.” Dominik said with confidence. “Ok mij… jo” Rey seemed to stumble on his words but Dominik didn’t notice as the red light indicating that were live turned on. “Finn, Damian, did you actually think I'd ever join the judgment day? honestly, I may have failed your so called test but at the end of the day I lived up to the Mysterio name and the judgment day don’t know a thing about the Mysterio’s.” Once Dom finishes Rey speaks. “You guys think you’re the first ones to threaten the Mysterio’s? Hell you ain’t even the first ones to try and tear up this family, and you sure as hell won’t be the first on trying to do so. Check this out, next week at Madison Square Garden I’m gonna celebrate 20 years in WWE, Dom and I are gonna cap off that celebration by excitedly showing you, the judgment day, what it means to be a mysterio. Orale arriba mi raza!” Unknowingly to the 2 someone was listening from within earshot but out of sight, Rhea was stalking them like prey waiting for them to separate once more. Rey went back to medical for more ice and the camera crew left leaving Dom alone in a locker room. Dominik quickly went to his phone for a quick distraction as Rhea quietly entered the room then shut the doors. “I see you didn’t listen to any of us.” The familiar Australian voice makes Dom jump a bit. “Wh-what are you doing here?!” Dom said, almost frightened. “You notice how your dad almost called you mija earlier?” Rhea said, questioning Dom. “What?! What are you talking about?.” Dom was practically yelling at her. “I guess you didn’t… next time you talk with him pay attention to him saying it…” She said in a matter of fact tone. “SHUT FUCK UP GET OUT OF-!” Dominik yelled before Rhea gently caressed his cheek. “I’m not trying to rile you up… You should calm down and listen to us okay? Or… I’ll have to hurt you too.” Rhea said to Dominik who tried to speak back but Rhea put a finger to his lips and left without another word.

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imaginesandbandfiction · 2 years

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she calls me daddy

A Euphoria Imagine

Pairing: Maddy Perez x female!reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: You’re new to East Highland and Maddy Perez takes you under her wing.

Warnings: NSFW, dom!Maddy, sub!reader, daddy kink

A/N: Under 18 dni!!! This is mostly porn with, like, a lil bit of plot just for fun because fuck Nate Jacobs, based on the song she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA. If you know me irl proceed with caution lmao bc this is literally pure filth. Also this is unedited so there’s probably some errors.

Masterlist

You moved to East Highland a week before starting your senior year of high school and became fast friends with Maddy Perez after complimenting her on her vintage Pucci pumps on the first day of school. She was the one who invited you to your first EHHS party where, for better or worse, you caught Nate Jacobs’ eye.

The smug smile on his face as he walked through the halls with one arm slung over your shoulders was enough to deter any of the other boys from shooting their shots. By the beginning of October, the whole school knew that the two of you would be homecoming king and queen; it was practically set in stone.

You and Maddy crushed the first four days of Spirit Week, and suddenly it was Friday and you were wearing Nate’s football jersey tied up around your waist, leaving just a sliver of skin visible above the waistband of your plaid miniskirt. The day passed by quickly since all classes were cut short to leave enough time for the pep rally at the end of the day, which would officially kick off the homecoming weekend.

Nate drove you home after the game, even though the rest of the team was going out to celebrate. He pulls into the driveway half an hour before your curfew and follows you inside to make the most of them. You lead him up the stairs to your bedroom, shouting a quick ‘hello’ to your parents as you pass the living room.

“Why can’t you just go to homecoming with me?” he asks

“I told you, my parents won’t let me,” you say, trying your hardest not to roll your eyes as you repeat yourself for what seems like the millionth time.

“But --” You press a finger to his lips, shushing him and cutting him off.

“I gotta go with a group of girls so they won’t get suspicious. But if you’re a good sport, afterward at Maddy’s house,” you slow down and exaggerate those last two words to get your point across, and you flick your eyes to the open door, making sure your parents aren’t eavesdropping before sliding your hand down to his chest and leaning in until your lips are almost touching his to whisper, “I’ll make it up to you.” He hisses as he sucks in a deep breath, and you pull your head away a split second before he leans in to try and capture your lips.

“Tomorrow, I promise,” you say, drizzling your voice in regret. A quiet, frustrated grunt escapes his lips as he leans his head back and closes his eyes and you giggle at the familiar action. Power rushes through your veins; it feels good to have someone

“Tell me why I thought it would be a good idea to date a girl with religious parents,” he groans, running a hand through his thick hair.

“‘Cause I’m irresistible,” you say with a wink. “Speaking of religious parents, you should probably go before they decide that I can’t go to the dance tomorrow.” You walk an unenthusiastic Nate out the front door, giving his bicep a quick squeeze before shutting the door. He hesitates outside the door and leans his back against the solid wood, imagining you on the other side doing the same, but in reality, you’ve already made it back up to your room and are shimmying the screen on your window up. With practiced ease, you swing your legs out and slip through the opening. With three steps to the left, you’re able to wrap your legs around one of the pillars on the front porch, and you clamber down like an expert mountain climber.

It takes ten minutes to bike to your destination, and when you arrive, you let your bike fall to the ground and pull off your sweatpants and Nate’s jersey, shoving them under one of the wheels. You ring the doorbell and adjust the hem of your skirt as you wait for the door to open. It takes a few minutes, during which you’ve rearranged your very minimal clothing at least fifteen times, but then the door is swinging open to reveal Maddy standing in the doorway wearing a pair of black high-waisted bike shorts with a matching sports bra and a shit-eating smirk.

“You can head upstairs, I’m just gonna grab us something to drink,” she says as you step inside. You nod and follow the familiar path to her bedroom. The lights are off, but the fairy lights on the walls cast a pretty pink glow around the room. You kick off your platform sneakers and sit on the edge of the bed with your ankles crossed and hands folded in your lap, waiting for Maddy. She brings two glasses of red wine with her and hands one to you without a word. The liquid is bitter on your tongue and you feel a familiar warmth spreading through your body as soon as it hits your stomach.

“Were you with Nate?” Maddy asks. Her voice is clear and her tone is neutral, but her eyes darken with just the slightest hint of anger.

“Yeah,” you answer

“Did he touch you?” She asks this question a little bit louder and raises an eyebrow as she waits for your response. You shake your head and lower your head to stare into your wineglass, avoiding her intense stare. When you lift your head again, Maddy is towering over you. She takes the glass from your hand and sets it on the floor, off to the side next to her own. Using two fingers, she tips your chin up until your gaze locks on her eyes. Her pupils are so large that only a sliver of dark brown is visible.

“I said: did he touch you?” She repeats, pausing for a second in between each word.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head again.

“Good.” A smile breaks out on her face and she leans forwards, pushing your shoulders down until your back hits the bed behind you. She crawls over your body, careful not to touch any part of you except your wrists, which she pins to the bed above your head. Then she leans down until you can feel her breath on your ear.

“Do you love him?” Her voice is a husky whisper against the delicate skin of your neck, and a shiver travels up your spine, making your body convulse.

“No,” you repeat, and it morphs into a squeal as she lowers her mouth and pulls your earlobe between her teeth.

“Who do you love?” Maddy starts a trail of kisses down your jaw.

“You.” The answer is a shaky breath leaving your lips.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Her lips ghost over yours and your hips buck upwards, searching for some sort of friction, but they can’t quite get high enough

“You. I love you, daddy.” As soon as the words leave you, her lips are crashing against yours and you can taste the strawberry sweetness of her lip gloss.

When she pulls back to catch her breath, you let out a needy whine, struggling against her firm grasp to free your hands, desperate to touch her. A stern glare stops you in your tracks and you deflate into the comforter.

“Do you want something?”

“I--” You start to answer, but she cuts you off.

“Because if you do, you have to ask for it.” She shifts her weight so there’s even more pressure against your wrists, and you moan at the sensation.

“Wanna touch you,” you manage to mumble. “Please, can I touch you?”

In the seconds before she releases your hands, you’re hyper-aware of how fast your heart is beating against your chest, working overtime to pump blood where you need it most. You immediately grab at her hips to pull them down onto your own to alleviate some of the pressure thrumming in your core. She keeps one hand above her head to support her weight but uses the other one to slip the straps of your tank top off your shoulders. You reluctantly take your hands off of her, one at a time, to pull them off completely. From there, it’s easy for her to slide the slip of fabric down until your boobs burst free.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” she breathes, pausing to admire your small but perky chest and the hard peaks of your nipples. Your cheeks burn under her adoring gaze and you tilt your head back in a silent request for a kiss which she is eager to answer. This kiss is dirtier than the ones before; she sucks your bottom lip into her mouth and then releases it with a small pop, taking advantage of the way your jaw drops in pleasure to slip her tongue in its place. With slow strokes, she licks the roof of your mouth and seems to absorb your soft mewls before they can leave your throat. You open your mouth even wider, wanting more, needing more, but she slides down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses underneath your chin and down your neck. Your head drops back onto the mattress to give her more room and you arch your back to encourage her to move lower. Her hips follow yours as they drop down a little bit and she grinds down on you. You try to spread your legs but she squeezes her thighs tighter around yours to hold you in place which causes you to whine.

She ghosts a hand over each of your breasts, just barely grazing your nipples, and then trails her fingers lower, over the scrunched-up fabric of your tank top and down to the waistband of your skirt. Her mouth replaces her hand on your breast and sucks on the skin just below your collarbone hard enough to leave a hickey. You lift your hips and wriggle to try and slip your skirt off, but she presses her palm against your hipbone to stop you. The disappointment you feel is short-lived because soon enough her hand is on your exposed thigh and she’s kneading slow circles into the soft flesh with her thumb. It feels like it takes forever for her hands to get close enough to where you want them, but in reality, it’s only a few minutes. She widens her legs and nudges your thighs open with one hand so she has more room to work, and captures your lips in another kiss. It tickles a bit as she drags a finger down the hem of your thong from your waist to your pussy where it glides easily against the silk of your panties.

“Fuck,” she groans against your lips, and you feel her smile. “So wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“All for you,” you breathe. You whimper as she presses the tip of her finger against the wet fabric.

“You like that?” Your brain is so far gone that you can’t answer with your words, too focused on the rush of pleasure the action causes, so you nod instead. She rubs slow circles around your clit through your panties, and you feel yourself gushing in response. Heat gathers deep in your belly and you push up, grinding your hips in time with her fingers, trying to get her to speed up.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she scolds, pulling her lips off of yours. “Patience.” Your lower lip juts out in a pout, but then she pulls your panties to the side and you bury your face in her neck, gasping as the sensitive skin is exposed to the cool air of her bedroom. She doesn’t give you any time to recover; her fingers are back on your clit in no time. They circle it one, two, three times before she slides down through your drenched lips. She teases your entrance with her middle finger and your moans are muffled by her neck as you press your face against it even harder.

“Please,” you whimper, and it’s just barely audible.

“Please what?” She asks as her pointer finger joins the middle at the edge of your hole.

“Please fuck me, daddy.” As soon as you finish talking, her fingers are pushing against your tightness, easing you open until they are able to slip in. Your walls clench down and your brain sings with happiness when she finds your G-spot. She presses her thumb against your clit in time with the thrust of her fingers inside you, and your hips buck against her wildly, your pussy seeking every bit of stimulation it can get.

“Fuck, daddy,” you groan. “‘M gonna cum.”

“Not yet,” she hums, slowing down her fingers just a bit.

“Please, please, please.” Your voice is a prayer against her skin. She holds you on the edge for a few seconds as your breathing speeds up and your body starts to shake from the effort of holding back your orgasm.

“Okay, you can cum for me, princess.” Your lips flutter around her fingers as all of the tension leaves your body. Her fingers continue their actions as you ride out your high, shuddering against her. When she’s coaxed every last bit of cum out of you, you whimper at the overstimulation and she pulls her fingers out and drags them up your neck, trailing your juices up to your mouth. You part your lips and obediently suck them clean. She buries her face in your hair and murmurs “You did so good for me.”

You release her fingers from your mouth and wrap your legs around her waist and she pulls you close, holding you still for a few minutes as you recover.

“Do you think you can do that again?” She asks with a wicked grin. “You haven’t taken my cock yet.”

“Yeah, but I need a minute,” you answer honestly. Your breathing is still heavy and your heart hasn’t returned to an acceptable resting rate.

“I can work with that.” Maddy climbs off of you and pulls off her shorts and the black lacy thong underneath them. You can see her own wetness shimmering between her thighs and you lick your lips, eager to feel them against you. Before she gets back on the bed, she pulls you into a half-sitting position so she can slip your shirt over your head. You fall back against the bed when she releases your hand, too worn out to hold yourself up. She crawls back over you slowly, pressing her pussy against your pelvis and then dragging it up your stomach, over your breasts, and up until she’s hovering over your mouth.

“Are you going to be a good girl and make daddy feel good?” she asks, holding her hips just out of your reach.

“Yes,” you say, taking a deep breath in and then releasing it so the hot air tickles the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. You can smell her musky scent and your clit twitches with excitement. She shivers and lowers herself down onto your eager mouth, and moans when you press a kiss to her clit. You push your tongue out and she grinds down as it brushes against her opening, but you’re not ready to give her exactly what she wants yet, so you lick your way up to her clit, instead and suck it between your lips, holding it in place to make it easier for your tongue to tease the flesh around it. One of your hands grabs the soft flesh of her ass while you guide the other to massage her lips, and her moans get louder and more frequent as you speed up your actions.

“Stop teasing,” she demands, and you oblige, dragging your tongue back down to her hole. You circle it a few times and then let it slip inside, moving your hand up so you can rub your middle finger against her clit. She bucks her hips against your mouth, pressing down harder until your tongue is fully buried inside. You lap at her G-spot and massage her clit as she rides your face faster and faster until her thighs clench and she stills as her orgasm hits.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she moans as she rubs her pussy against you a few more times to ride out her peak before collapsing on the bed next to you.

“Good?” You ask, turning to face her.

“So good, baby.” She leans in and sucks your lips into her mouth, humming as she tastes herself on them. One of her hands finds its way down to your pussy, and you gasp as the tip of her finger brushes against your swollen clit. You were so focused on making her cum that you didn’t realize that your own excitement had picked back up again until her fingers slipped on the wetness that had pooled there. “Looks like eating me out got you excited.” You feel her smirk against your lips and she slips one finger halfway inside you. “Do you want to ride me?”

“Yes, please,” you say, nodding eagerly.

“I think I’m gonna need to stretch you out a bit first, so I’m going to put another finger in, okay?” Before you can respond, she adds another finger and pushes them in deeper, keeping her pace slow and steady for a few thrusts before pulling them back out. You whine at the loss of contact and grind your hips against her thigh to get the feeling back, but she rolls away from you and gets off the bed to dig out the box of sex toys from the back of her closet. While she’s busy, you pull yourself up to a sitting position and scoot to the edge of the bed to wait for her. When she returns, she’s got a large dildo strapped that matches the color of her skin strapped to her hips, and your mouth waters at the sight in front of you.

“Like what you see?” She asks, teasing you as she pulls her shoulders back and juts her hips forward, showing off the cock between her legs.

“Yes, daddy,” you say, looking up at her with wide, eager eyes. She grabs your hand and pulls you up only to shove you down onto your knees in front of her. The thick tip of the dildo brushes against your lip and you obey the silent command and let your jaw drop to accommodate it. You push forwards until it hits the back of your throat and then pull back again. There’s still a good three inches at the base that you aren’t able to reach, but you do your best to take just a little bit more every time you bob your head.

“That’s it, babygirl, I love it when you suck my cock,” Maddy coos, reaching down to lace her fingers through your hair. She tugs on it to get you to move faster, until you’re gagging, and then she drops her hand and pulls back until the dildo falls from your lips. A trail of saliva is still connected to it, and Maddy hums in pleasure at the sight. She pulls you back up and then moves past you to lay down on the bed, motioning for you to follow. You climb on top of her, your pussy aching to be spread, and you let your lips drag against the dildo as you get into position, sending a shock of pleasure through your body. Your body hovers just above the tip of the dildo as you wait for Maddy to speak.

“Are you ready?” She asks. There’s a wicked glint in her eyes that tells you she knows that you are, but she just wants to make you wait a little bit longer.

“Yes, daddy, please,” you whine, working hard to keep your hips from bucking.

“Okay.” As soon as you have permission, you let your knees slide further apart on the bed so you can lower yourself down. It takes a second for your lips to open wide enough for the tip, but then it slips in easily. When you’ve made it halfway down it starts to meet some resistance and Maddy locks her elbows, digging her nails into the flesh of your hips so hard there’ll be bruises when you wake up tomorrow. An indignant huff escapes your lips at the abrupt interruption of your journey, but Maddy lifts her head up to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss to make up for it.

“Don’t want you to get hurt,” she mutters against your lips. “Gotta take it slow, okay?” You nod and lower your head, trailing kisses down her jaw and onto her neck where you bury your face. She loosens her grip on your hands and you feel yourself slowly sliding lower, lower, lower, until you’ve almost made it to the base.

Maddy’s breath is hot on your ear as she whispers, “Can you take it all, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” you murmur against her skin. There’s a little bit of pain as your pussy stretches to accommodate the rest of the toy, but the pain morphs into pleasure once you’ve adjusted enough. “Oh fuck.” Your breathing quickens alongside your heartbeat, and you press your hips down even more until you feel your clit brush against Maddy’s. You know you’ve hit the right spot when she lets out a guttural moan. After a few seconds, she’s pushing your hips back up and you oblige, moving your hips back and forth as you ride her. With every stroke, you grind your clit down against hers for just a moment before she’s pushing you away, delaying your orgasm for as long as possible. You pull yourself up a little to be able to kiss her again, and her breathing gets shakier, letting you know that her own orgasm is close. As the pleasure builds up in your core your thrusts speed up and get sloppier, desperate for every bit of stimulation against your clit. Her grip on your hips loosens and eventually, she lets go, sliding her hands up your sides and to your tits instead, giving you full control. You slow down and focus more on grinding your hips down, pressing your clit to hers. The two of you are making so many noises you aren’t sure which ones are coming from you and which ones are coming from her. She bucks her hips up with increasing speed as she comes undone underneath you.

“Fuck, baby, right there,” she breathes just before her orgasm overtakes her and she shakes beneath you. You don’t slow down, just continue climbing to your own peak.

“‘M gonna come soon,” you mumble against her lips as you feel the first crest of pleasure.

“No, not yet, hold it, baby.” You let out a garbled whine but squeeze your eyes shut and pull your hips up to prevent yourself from falling further off the cliff. “Hold it… hold it… hold it… Good girl, okay, you can come for daddy.” As soon as the words have left her lips, you’re swallowing them with a moan, and your orgasm slams into you with full force. You feel yourself gushing all over the cock inside you, and you thrust your hips one last time, grinding down on her as you ride out every last drop of your orgasm before you collapse on top of Maddy. She giggles and wraps her arms around you, holding you tight to her chest.

“Good?” She asks, rubbing your back as you take deep breaths to try and calm your racing heart. You just nod and nuzzle your head into her chest even further, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with sweat. She lets you lay there for a few minutes before she pushes you off, pulling the toy out and taking it off, letting it fall to the floor next to her bed. You hate the empty feeling you get when she pulls out, but she distracts you by sliding a finger up through your pussy lips, collecting the wetness pooled there. She pops her finger in her mouth and hums around the digit as she tastes you. When you finally drift off to sleep with her arms wrapped tightly around you, that moment replays in a loop in your dreams.

You’re back at Maddy’s the next day to get ready for homecoming and then take photos, and your pussy tightens at the sight of the bed where, not twenty-four hours earlier, she had fucked your brains out. Thank God the others are too distracted with doing their hair and makeup to notice the blush that creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks when Maddy winks at you.

At the dance, you alternate between dancing with your girls and dancing with Nate, but when Kat announces that after one more song she’ll crown the homecoming king and queen, you make sure you’re with him. His grip is tight on your hips, digging into the bruises Maddy had made, making them ache. He buries his head in your neck as the song slows down.

“Can’t wait for later,” he whispers, and even though you can’t see his face, you can hear the smirk on his lips. You just hum in acknowledgment as your eyes seek out Maddy over his shoulder. She’s standing by the stage, whispering with Kat. Your heart clenches in your chest at the sight; Kat gets to be with Maddy while you have to dance with Nate-fucking-Jacobs, but you remind yourself that it’s not for much longer.

Soon enough, the music stops, and then everyone is looking at you as Kat says your name. You forget to breathe as you make your way to the stage with slow, controlled steps. The whole room is screaming and cheering, and it rings in your ears. Kat hands you a bouquet of flowers and places a delicate tiara atop your head, and you feel like you’re underwater, seeing things at a slight delay.

“And now it’s time to announce our homecoming king,” Kat says, and the room cheers again. Nate’s football friends are shoving him and laughing, and his bright-white smile flashes at you from the back of the room. He’s on top of the world for the ten-second pause Kat takes to build suspension.

Then, she yells, “Maddy Perez!” and everybody cheers for a second before falling into a confused silence. Nate doesn’t seem to have heard her and he’s making a beeline for the stage, but Maddy is closer, and by the time he’s made it to the stairs, she’s already been crowned. He lifts his head up and the smile on his face drops into a grimace as he notices what has happened.

“What the FUCK!” He screams. He jumps up the stairs two at a time and lunges for Maddy. She grabs your hand and pulls you to the side as security grabs him from behind before he can touch either one of you, and he kicks at them, shouting profanities as they drag him out a side door. While everyone is distracted, Maddy pulls a necklace from her bra and fastens it around your neck, letting her fingertips linger on the delicate skin on the back of your neck, causing a shiver to travel down your spine.

“Congratulations, guys,” Kat says to you and Maddy once the commotion has settled down, and you thank her before leaving the stage. The diamonds on the ‘M’ on your chest sparkle under the spotlights as you and Maddy take your spot in the center of the dance floor.

At school on Monday, it’s Maddy’s arm around you in the hallway and Nate Jacobs is nowhere to be found. All is as it should be.

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friday night fever??

im thinkinggg javi peña,, long time best friends and he moves back and just kind of fluff when they’re reuniting. can be platonic or there can be a confession. idgaf i just love your writing darling, kisses kisses /p. okay thank u love have a good night!!

oh my GOODNESS I love this so much and I had an obscene amount of fun writing this. Javier Peña truly lives rent-free in my mind all the time these days and this idea is just 😙👌

thanks for the submission bby hope you enjoy it ❣️

🔥friday night fever!🔥

Javier Peña has always been your best friend.

Ever since you were little, two gangly kids sprinting down dirt paths, sneaking horseback rides after sunset, stealing popsicles from the icebox before darting over to the other’s back porch and tapping on the screen door. You were joined at the hip, the closest of friends even well into your teen years. Things had changed some when you’d graduated high school, both of you leaving Laredo for one reason or another. Javier disappeared for months at a time, while you were home almost every weekend, unable to cut your ties with your old life completely, trying to hang on to something that even slightly resembled the past.

You knew what was happening in Colombia, saw the fear and concern in Chucho’s eyes whenever you walked over to the Peña ranch house, leftovers from your mother in a container, some whiskey from your dad. It haunted you, the piles of newspapers with less than friendly headlines and scarier photos printed below, the names of dead police officers and agents seared into your brain. Chucho kept every one, some of the articles mentioning Javier’s name cut out and stuffed in a file folder.

“Does it help?” you asked him one night, the two of you sharing the apple pie your mother had sent you over with, a bit of whiskey in each of your glasses.

Your parents’ ranch bordered the Peña’s, and you’d grown up at the Peña dinner table just as much as your own. After your father got sick, when you moved home to help your mother with the ranch and the house and the…everything, you felt Javi’s absence just as much as you saw it, often wandering over to the Peña’s land to help Chucho catch a runaway horse or mend a falling fence, helping both sides of the land as much as you could. Chucho often griped that you shouldn’t be working the ranches, that you went to school for bigger and better things, you shouldn’t be spending your day as a ranch hand, but you’ve brushed him off every time.

“Reading about what he’s doing,” you continued, gesturing to the stack of papers on the table. “Does it help?”

“It can’t make it any worse, chica,” he answered, tipping his whiskey glass in your direction. “To Javi.”

You lifted your own glass. “To Javi.”

It gets to the point where all you seem to do is eat, sleep, work, and worry. Your mind wanders to Javier every chance it gets, playing over the last conversations you had, the last time you saw him, the last thing you said to him.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You were trying to be coy, trying to play it off like your heart wasn’t shattering in your chest at the idea of him leaving. It wasn’t the first time Javier Peña had broken your heart, and you knew for a fact it wouldn’t be the last, but you were clinging to him all the same. Behind you, the sun dipped low in the sky, a classic Laredo sunset the backdrop for your farewell.

Javi had held you tightly, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, one palm pressed to the middle of your spine. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Fine, then I’ll miss you just the right amount.”

The words had just made the tears come harder, and your hands were fisting in back of his linen shirt, gripping him as tight as you could.

“Look out for my dad, will you?” he asked, and you nodded into his collar, pulling your head back slightly until your forehead was brushing his cheek. “Stubborn ass won’t ask for help, but he needs it.”

You’d laughed and Javi had reached up, wiping a tear from your face.

“No tears, querida. I’ll see you again before you know it.”

You’d stared at him, the nickname familiar, but the tone in his voice, the warmth and the…love not something you were used to. The words were right there, the confession hanging in the air, ripe for the taking. It would have been so easy, to tell him how you truly felt, to beg him to stay in Laredo, to stay with you.

But you’ve always been able to read Javi like an open book, and beneath the sadness of your goodbye, there was something more. He was excited, raring to go, his skills honed to perfection and his aim better than any man you’ve ever met. He needed to go to Colombia, needed to go hunt the bad guys that kept him up at night, needed to go make the world a better place.

He had to go, even if that meant leaving you.

So instead, you said nothing. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and hugged him back, hoping to god that maybe he’d understand through your touch alone, that the words didn’t need to be said. But then he was letting you go, before you were ready, your grip still too tight as he disentangled from you, a soft kiss brushed to your cheek, your hand squeezed in his once more before he was retreating, disappearing across the dirt road that separated the Peña ranch and your own. The Laredo sun lit his back as he departed, and you waited until he clambered into his truck, started the engine, and drove off, tires kicking up dust in their wake.

Just like that, he was gone.

But just as easily as he’d left, he was back again. Well, maybe not as easily. You know what he’s been through, the hell he’s seen, the danger he’s been in. But the moment Chucho got the call that his only son was coming home, you were desperate for details, wanting to know exactly when his flight got in, what day, what gate, so you could be there. For Javi.

He looks tired, when you first see him, suitcase trailing behind him and bag on his hip. There are bags under his eyes, scruff lining his chin, the line between his brows deeper. Those familiar yellow aviators — a gag gift from you when he announced his move to Colombia — are tucked into the top of his shirt, a few buttons undone and showing off that broad chest, skin turned impossibly more bronze by the further South sun.

You’re standing on the other side of the gate, bouncing on your toes, and you see it, the moment his eyes find you. His entire body softens, the crease in his forehead disappearing, bag nearly slipping off his shoulder as he closes the distance between you.

“Querida,” he breathes, both arms around you, the same as they had when you’d said your goodbyes. He smells different, his cologne foreign to your nose, but his body feels the same against yours, his warmth overpowering. He buries his nose in your hair, bringing you close to him, and you sling your arms around his waist, pulling him close as well. “God, I missed you so much.”

Your reply is muffled in his shoulder, and you’re blinking tears back, squeezing your eyes shut when he plants a kiss on your cheek, much firmer than the one he’d given you when he left. That same warmth swims through his voice, and you let him tuck you under his shoulder, grabbing hold of the handle of his suitcase.

“C’mon,” you murmur, leading him towards the exit. “Let’s get you home.”

Chucho is a mess when you arrive back at the ranch, and you deposit Javi’s bags on the porch before retreating, wiping the wet from your lashes as you slip through your own front door. Your house is quiet, your father asleep on the couch and your mother puttering around upstairs. You make your way to the sunroom on the porch, sinking onto one of the couches and peering out the window. You’re not quite sure how long you’re sat there, watching the afternoon sun slowly sink into evening. Part of you wants to head across the road, to talk Javi’s ear off well into the night, but you don’t want to intrude, wanting to give father and son to catch up.

The moon is just starting to make an appearance when there’s a soft tap at the screen door, and a familiar shadow lurks on the other side. Javier gives you a small smile as you pull open the door, two popsicles in his hand, one brow raised. It makes you laugh, the past returning to the present, and you step through, joining him on the uncovered portion of the porch. The land unfurls before you, rolling grass and pasture, fenced on either side of the dirt road.

Javi sinks down on the porch step, and you follow suit. When you sit, you leave a few inches between you, but he closes that distance almost instantly, shuffling over until you’re pressed together from hip to shoulder. He hands you one of the popsicles, and you eat them in near silence, the chirping of crickets echoing through the night.

“I gotta tell you something, querida,” he starts, his voice cutting through the quiet, nearly making you flinch as you lean forward, bracing your arms around your knees.

You’re expecting him to say something about Colombia. That he’s only home for a visit, that he’s going right back, that there’s still work to be done. “It’s okay, Javi,” you say, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say any—”

He doesn’t actually say anything, but his actions are telling just the same. In an instant, your cheeks are enveloped by his warm palms, his thumbs swiping across your skin, and he tilts your head up gently as he leans towards you. The kiss is soft, softer than you could ever have imagined, his lips plush and the tickle of his moustache much gentler than you’d think. He kisses you slowly, taking his time, exploring your bottom lip and then the top, hands never leaving your face, holding you in place as he kisses your lips. After a moment, he’s kissing the corners of your mouth, the tip of your nose, the apples of your cheeks.

Your eyes flutter shut, instantly blissed-out by the attention, the gentleness in his touch making heat swell in your chest. Every time you thought about it, his coming home, your reunion after so many years apart, so many miles burned between you, you never imagined this. Dreamt it, maybe, but never imagined it as actually happening.

“It’s you, querida,” he says, and you open your eyes, finding him staring at you with reverence, those dark chocolate eyes roving over your face, thumbs swiping along your lashes. The corner of his mouth pulls into a grin, and he leans in again, giving you a kiss that’s even softer, the dipping sun painting you both with colour. “It’s always been you.”

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