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ariisheresstuff · 8 months

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Pairings: Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are visiting your boyfriend while he’s at work, unfortunately for you, you didn’t know Carmy wasn’t having the best day and he ends up taking it out on you and embarrassed you in front of the whole crew.

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: Yelling, cursing, and crying

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A/N: My requests are open! Have a good day! <3

“Yo cousin! Would ya stop being such a jag off for two fucking seconds?!?” Richie yelled across the kitchen to Carmen who was giving him a nasty scowl.

“Shut the fuck up Richie, I don’t have time for all your bullshit.” Carmy said with a attitude making Richie roll his eyes. Carmy ran his hand through his messy locks as he tried to take some deep breaths to calm himself down, but clearly that wasn’t working for him. Just the whole day has been shitty for him and he couldn’t figure out why. Carmen wiped the sweat from his forehead as he stormed off into his office slamming the door.

“There he goes again with one of his moods.” Sydney said as she was cleaning up her station. Richie walked passed her as he huffed.

“He’s been such a dick this whole day. Probably missing his girl or something.”

Sydney just nodded with a sigh as she continued to clean up while Richie took cover of the front of the restaurant.

You opened the door to the entrance and immediately smiled seeing Richie.

“A table for one?” You teased as Richie’s head quickly rose to the sound of your voice, he quickly smiled as he walked over to you.

“Y/N, thank the fucking lord you’re here.” Richie pulled you into a hug, you hugged him back but looked at him confused at what he meant by that.

“What do you mean?” You questioned as he lead through the kitchen to greet the others.

“Carmy is being a real jag off right now and pushing everyone down. I think he’s been having one of those days.”

You frowned at that, you really hated when Carmy was like this. It hurt you to see him so distraught. You gave Richie an apologetic smile as you apologized to everyone else.

“I’ll talk to him, I know how much of a hot head he can be. Especially when he’s like this.” You teased making Richie snort.

Richie gave you a quick “thank you” as he rubbed your shoulder, you gave him a soft smile before taking in a sigh and walking up to Carmy’s office door. You lifted your fist and hesitated with knocking. You took a deep breath before knocking.

“Who the fuck is it?” Carmy snarled back making you wince slightly.

“It’s me babe, Y/N.” You said with a soft tone trying not to anger him more. You heard him moving before the door opened swiftly. You looked up at your boyfriend who had the most nastiest frown on his face.

“Why are you here?” He said with attitude making you frown a bit.

“I came to see you, until Richie told me you weren’t having the best day. What’s wrong?” You asked as you raised a hand to cup his face. Softly stroking his cheek with your thumb to calm him down. You gasped softly as he immediately slapped your hand away.

“I don’t need to tell you every single fucking thing, okay?!? So stop pestering me all the damn time! It’s annoying as fuck and it’s keeping me down with work. Don’t bother me anymore I’m tired of your bullshit. Leave now, I’m dead ass serious Y/N. I’m tired of you!!!”

You flinched back as your eyes widened. Carmen just yelled at you. Like really yelled at you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You felt your throat tighten as fat tears clouded your vision. You didn’t even hear the others coming in asking what the hell just happened. You just stared at Carmy with the most heartbreaking face. You realized his facial expressions changed quickly from looking at the tears falling down your face. Before he could say anything, he heard Richie’s voice.

“What the fuck just happened here?!?” Richie roared as he stared at Carmen before looking at you. Tina pulled you into her arms as she shushed your cries bringing you outside with Sydney.

“Why the fuck would you yell at her cousin?!? She did nothing to you. I asked her to check on you and you yell at her? Now you’re a real jagoff for that cousin. That wasn’t cool.” Richie shook his head in disappointment. He turned away as he went outside to calm you down with the others.

Carmen just stood there as he processed what he just did. He fucking yelled at you. His girl, the love of his life. He yelled at you and made you cry.

“Fuck.” He said with a crack in his voice before punching the door in anger. “Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you Carmen?!? Get your fucking shit together!” He yelled at himself as he sat back down on his chair. Running his hands through his hair in frustration. He took a few deep breaths like you taught him to calm down. He cleared his throat before standing up. He took one big deep breath and exhaling before walking to the entrance to find you.

“I-I can’t believe he j-just yelled at me.” You sobbed into Tina’s chest as she rubbed your back.

“It’s okay mama, that’s just Jeff being an asshole. I know for sure he is regretting yelling at you like that.”

You hiccuped as you turned your head to look at Richie. He shook his head as he came by you and rubbed your back with Tina.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Carmy knows better. Little asshole. He especially should not be disrespectful like that towards you. His girl. Such a fucking jagoff.”

You wiped away you tears as you gave Richie a frown. “A-all I was doing was m-making sure he was o-okay.” You said with a whimper as you felt more tears fall.

Richie and Sydney were about to say something before the door opened and everyone turned their heads to stare at Carmen. Everyone gave him a look making him look down at the ground. He especially refused to look at your broken self.

“I-I I need to talk to Y/N. Alone.” He said as he looked at Richie who gave him a frown.

Richie nodded his head to the door, signaling everyone to go inside and to give Carmen and you some private time. Tina kissed your temple making you smile a bit, Sydney squeezed your hand and gave a soft smile, and Richie patted your shoulder as he nodded at you. Everyone left leaving you and Carmen alone.

You looked down at your feet refusing to look into his eyes, you didn’t even realize Carmen walked in front of you, now closer to you. He softly cupped your face making your head lift up. You had no choice but to look into his blue eyes that had sorrow in them. You felt more tears burning in your eyes. Your lip trembling. He quickly wiped the tears falling down your cheeks.

“Baby… I’m so, so, so sorry for yelling at you like that. That was such a fucking dick move of me. I should’ve never taken my anger out on you. I was just having a bad day and I know that shouldn’t be an excuse for my behaviors towards you. I just want you to know that I really love you and that I really am sorry for yelling and embarrassing you like that in front of everyone. I will never let that happen again and I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

You hiccuped as you tried to talk but the sobs just came out that you were holding in. Carmy quickly pulled you into his arms. Comforting you like the good boyfriend he is.

“It’s okay baby. I’m so sorry, I never wanna be the reason for your tears. I love you so fucking much. I hope you know that.” Carmy kissed your head repeatedly as you wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest.

“I’m sorry you h-had a bad day Carmy.” You whispered as your tears startled to settle down. You looked up at him as he gave you a sad smile at the tear stains you had on your cheeks. He cupped your face again as he leaned down to leave a long kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes at the touch.

“Don’t be sorry, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who should be sorry. You were just looking out for me and that’s what I love about you. You always makes sure I’m okay and that shows how caring you are babe. I swear I didn’t mean any of that shit. Please forgive me. Please.” Carmy whispered as he pulled your face in closer to his. Your noses touching lightly and feeling each other’s soft breaths. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you gave him a smile.

“I forgive you Carmy. But the next time you pull some shit like that again I’m gonna cut your dick off and make you eat it.” You playfully said making Carmen snort.

“I definitely don’t want that to happen. I’ll be 100% sure that I won’t pull that again on you. Never ever.” Carmen said softly with a smile as he leaned closer.

You leaned closer to feeling his lips softly touch yours. You both leaned into the kiss as you enjoyed the moment. You sighed happily while Carmen cupped your face to bring you closer to him. Completely forgetting you were outside in public.

“I love you so much Y/N, I hope you know that.” Carmen said between your lips

You giggled, “And I love you more Carmy. I always will love you.”

At that you two began to kiss more passionately. You two didn’t even notice that the crew was watching you guys the whole time through the window smiling.

“There they go sucking faces again. Jesus fucking christ! They always go at it.” Richie said as he faked gagged.

Tina smacked Richie on his arm giving him a stern look “You’re just mad because you don’t have what they have.”

“Damn!!!! Richie you just got burned!” Marcus said while Sydney and him started to cackle in the back.

Richie gave Tina an offended look making Tina chuckle.

“Man, fuck you guys!” Richie flipped them off as he pouted while they continued to laugh at him.

They didn’t even notice the two of you walking back into the restaurant hand in hand. They turned to look at the two of you.

“So, y’all made up?” Sydney said with her arms crossed.

“Yup all good, told him to never pull that shit again or I’m cutting his dick off.”

Richie choked on his soda that he was drinking before laughing out the soda. Carmen just rolled his eyes as Richie began to tease him. As long as the two of you were okay, he was okay.

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webslingingslasher · 3 months

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what if peter calls her annoying for doing soemthing so she geniunely stops

peter remembers the conversation vividly.

'do you mind if i play a game?'

'no.'

'are you sure? cause if you wanna do something now's the time to say it.'

'no, you can play.'

you told him he could play, and you didn't even sound the slightest upset. he must've read that wrong, because while he's trying to focus on killing and not dying, you're chatting up a storm.

peter figured after the third barely there half acknowledgement you'd figure it out, but no. not even when he cut you off to shout something to a teammate. it was the third missed shot and he just really wanted you to stop talking.

it's nonstop and about nothing important. shit about people he doesn't know, or people he has a faint recolection from. his team was about to pull through, but you had to call his name to make sure he was listening to some bullshit about whoever and whatever and he fucking died.

'jesus fucking ch- what?! you do this every fucking time, i asked if i could play, you said yes. i asked if you minded, you said no. yet, every time you sit here and try to have a fucking conversation with me.'

as if he didn't dig in far enough:

'you're fucking annoying.'

ouch. ouch, ouch, ouch.

'i'm sorry.'

ouch, 'you're fucking annoying.' ouch, ouch, ouch.

a heavy sigh, peter rubs his eyebrow. 'yeah, i'm sure you are.' you want to shink into nothing, he made you feel so small in three words.

'you're fucking annoying.' ouch, ouch, ouch.

'i am.' it's timid, peter sighs again, this time at himself. 'i know you are. i'm sorry, i shouldn't have yelled at you. i was doing good and got distracted, i'm sorry and it's just a game.'

peter was sorry he yelled, not sorry he called you fucking annoying. no, that part he meant. it was obvious. 'it's okay.' you feel robotic, but it was your fault he lost his game. you're the one that told him he could play.

peter looks at you, his face scrunched. 'it's okay? i raised my voice at you and it's okay?' you nod, 'yeah. i distracted you.'

sure, that's what he said, but it's not what he meant. 'hey, don't sweat it. if i was a better player that wouldn't have happened, if anything you might just make me better by talking my ear off.'

'you're fucking annoying.' it still stings. you plaster on a smile, it's missing from your eyes. 'yeah, maybe.' peter winks, he bought it. or he just doesn't want to deal with it, you're fucking annoying anyways.

'you can play another round, i won't bother you this time. i promise.' and you don’t. not a single word, you just endlessly scroll on your phone and let peter celebrate his team win.

a cluster of kisses. ‘i had total focus and i set a new record. be proud of me, please.’ you smile, it hurts to know that your silence made him win. that’s how fucking annoying you are.

‘super proud, handsome. feel free to keep playing.’

it doesn’t feel right to peter, normally you’d be begging for attention or coercing him into cuddles. instead, you’re shrugging him off.

‘are you-‘

‘yes. i’m sure.’ twitter and instagram are boring. but you don’t want to be fucking annoying.

peter gives another kiss. ‘you’re the best, trouble. don’t forget it.’

you’re the best… and you’re fucking annoying.

you won’t be anymore.

———

peter’s won every single match this week and it stopped feeling good. and as he’s aimlessly wondering, half hoping to be killed, he realizes he hasn’t heard you in a little bit.

‘hey, trouble. what’s up? talk to me.’ he misses the soft chatters and gentle pokes when he loses focus on you. he misses you bidding for his attention.

‘nothing.’ you glance up to the screen, ‘don’t get yourself killed.’ peter shrugs, he doesn’t care how this match ends. instead, he moves from his chair to the bed with you.

‘c’mon, talk to me. tell me about your day or um, what’s that girl? the one with choppy highlights?’ you flip a page in your book, ‘harmony.’

‘yeah, her. what’s new with harmony?’ he moves into your touch, you slowly nudge away. ‘nothing.’ a multitude of things, actually. harmony is someone who has the life only a writer could make up.

‘i find that hard to believe, you’re always talking about her.’

you’re bitter with your words, but how dare he make it seem like he cares. ‘i did, but not anymore since im fucking annoying.’

peter looks at you, you’re choosing to avoid eye contact even if he knows you’re re-reading the same paragraph over and over. ‘you’re not annoying. who told you that?’

oh, you stare at him. you burn the glare of a thousand suns into his eyes, a moment of rage when you picture his head exploding.

‘you did.’

peter throws his controller down, he’s shot instantly. there’s not even a peek at the screen. ‘i did?’ his mind is counting back, when and the most important, why would he say that?

‘you said and i quote, ‘you’re fucking annoying.’ so don’t sit here and pretend you want to hear my stories or whatever. you’re a fucking liar and you think i’m annoying.’

in the time it takes to blink, peter’s grabbing your book away and forcing you to look at him. ‘i didn’t mean it. you’re not annoying, not now, not ever.’

you push his hands away. ‘you do. you apologized for yelling at me but not for calling me annoying. you said it and you meant it.’

‘i’m a sore loser with a big mouth. i don’t think you’re annoying, i’ve never thought you were annoying, and i never will think you’re annoying.’

you don’t buy it. he sure seemed to enjoy your silence for the past week and you tell him that. ‘no i didn’t. you think because i don’t say something, i don’t know it’s happening. i knew you were more quiet and less touchy, but i figured you were really into your new book- not that i hurt your feelings.’

it’s nice to know your efforts weren’t for nothing, but you still feel a sting in your heart. ‘you said i always bother you, and that i do that every time you play.’

peter shakes his head, he’s doing everything in his power to make you toss this idea you think he has about you. ‘i worded it wrong, that’s on me.’

‘what i meant-‘ peter tugs on your knee, you can’t escape his eyes if you tried. ‘what i meant was that it feels like you want my attention most when i’m in the zone and super concentrated. i love that you want to talk to me or sit with me, i just want to win a game too, that’s all.’

you sniff, a threat of a cry if he tries something like this again. ‘so, you don’t hate me or find me fucking annoying?’ peter frowns, he hates that he caused a mental breakdown of sorts behind the scenes over something he didn’t even realize he said.

‘never ever. you’re my girl, trouble. i’m an idiot who doesn’t deserve your passive aggressiveness. next time i act like that, feel free to throw the controller at my head.’

it comes way too quick, you’ve been waiting for this. ‘deal.’

#frat!peter drabbles

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azriels-shadowsinger · 2 months

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Hi! Can I please request 1 and 16 for Cassian x reader 🥹

“He treats me well-" "Okay good for you." "-but he isn't you."

Cassian x Reader

wc: 1.3k

a/n: so i couldn’t decide how i wanted to combine those 2 different prompts so i’m just writing 2 separate cassian fics i’m sorry. working on the other one right now, but for now here’s this!

warnings: angst, slight suggestiveness at the end

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Cassian was sick of it. He was sick of watching you date these undeserving males, fall in love with them, and then get your heart broken. Every single time, you run to him to console you. And every single time, he wipes away your tears and assures you that somewhere out there, there is someone who will love you and treat you right. Little do you know, he’s silently praying to the Mother that one day he can be that person for you. Not so silently, he prays that the stupid prick that broke your heart will drown in the Sidra, which usually earns a laugh from you.

Currently, Cassian was trying to keep the irritated expression off of his face as you told him about your most recent date with some new guy.

“He even paid for dinner! How sweet of him, right Cass?” You ask excitedly.

Bare fucking minimum, Cassian thought.

“That’s great y/n.” The words come out a bit more annoyed than intended, making you frown.

“What’s your problem?” You ask.

“Nothing.” He mutters.

“Bullshit, Cass. Did I do something to piss you off?” You try to think back over the past few hours to remember what you did to upset him, but nothing comes to mind.

“I just don’t really care to hear about yet another male that you think is your one true love, who will inevitably break your heart in a week.” You stare at him, stunned.

“Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to talk about my love life to my best friend.” You argue stubbornly. He lets out a laugh.

“I wouldn’t call getting broken up with every other month a love life, sweetheart.” He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth, but it was too late.

“Fuck you, Cassian.” You storm off before he can even apologize.

———

Unsurprisingly, the new guy ended up being a jerk and stood you up the following evening. You had waited at the restaurant for over an hour, earning apologetic looks from the waitress.

Cassian tried to act casual while he sat on the couch at the House of Wind, waiting for you to return from your date. He picked up some random book that Azriel had left and began scanning the pages when you winnowed home. Cassian can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, admiring your stunning figure accentuated by your dress. As soon as his gaze reaches your face, he notices the tears threatening to spill and stands up immediately. He debates walking over to comfort you with a hug or letting you come to him, still unsure if you are mad at him.

“I don’t want to hear ‘I told you so.’ And I know you don’t want to hear about my dating life anymore, so I’m going to bed.” You rush from the room quickly, leaving Cassian alone once again.

Yeah, you’re definitely still mad. Cassian has to fight the urge to follow you. He knows how your brain spirals in these situations, blaming yourself and doubting your self-worth, all because of a stupid male. He wants so badly to go up to your room and console you. He wants to wipe your tears like always and say some idiotic joke to make you laugh. More than anything, he wants to reassure you that this isn’t your fault. But he can’t, so he just sighs and sits back on the couch, picking up the book again.

———

It had been a few weeks since you and Cassian had a proper conversation, both of you too stubborn break the silence first. There had been a few short exchanges, usually just during training or when others were around, but the tension was apparent to everyone.

Cassian had heard from Mor that Feyre set you up with one of her artist friends, Kallum. He can’t be mad at his High Lady for doing what she thinks is best for her friend, but gods he was pissed about it.

You had gone on several dates with him over the past few weeks. He overheard you telling Feyre about them, describing the romantic gesture that Kallum made recently.

Was this it? Would this be the male who finally stole his best friend from him for good? If this male is a friend of Feyre’s, he must be a good guy.

Cassian hurries past the sitting area, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, but somehow you catch his eye. He can’t help but notice the flicker of sadness in your stare.

———

After four weeks of stubborn silence, you approach Cassian at training.

“Hey.” He turns to you, surprised.

“Uh, hey y/n.” He notices that you’re picking at your nails, a nervous habit from when you were a kid.

“So, I’m bringing Kallum to dinner tomorrow evening. To meet everyone.” You say awkwardly.

Oh.

“I know you and I are still in a weird place, but can you please be nice? I want to make a good impression and see what everyone thinks of him.” You bit your bottom lip nervously.

“Why do you care what we all think of him?” He huffs.

“Because I care what my family and friends think of the person I’m dating.” You counter defensively.

“Do you really? Or do you need us to like him in order to convince yourself you like him too?” You scowl, but Cassian has that stupid cocky smirk on his face. He’s not wrong, which only pisses you off more. You had tried desperately to like Kallum. He’s a nice guy and he seems to like you a lot, but you just couldn’t find a spark between you two.

“He’s a good guy Cassian!” Your face turns red and you are too flustered to come up with a more clever response.

“If you say so.” Cassian rolls his eyes. You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, not him.

“He is! He treats me well!” You argue.

“Okay, good for you.” He says sarcastically. You stay silent for a long moment. Cassian turns to leave, not wanting to argue any longer.

“He treats me well…but he isn’t you.” You say softly.

Cassian freezes. Surely, he misheard you. He turns back to face you and is faced with the vulnerable expression on your face.

“Seeing as you don’t seem to want to be my friend anymore, there’s no point in hiding it any longer.” He takes a long stride towards you and takes your face in his hands.

“You’re right. I don’t want to be friends anymore.” Cassian presses his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You melt into his touch and tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss quickly turns heated, and you let out a soft moan. Cassian pulls away, and you give him a confused look.

“As much as I want to continue this, sweetheart, I plan to take you to dinner first. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated on a date.” He leans in close, brushing his lips over the shell of your ear. “And then maybe I can show you how you deserve to be treated in bed as well.” Your face turns bright red, and you nod. Cassian lets go of you, but you pull him in for another kiss, this one lasting a bit longer than the last.

“I should probably go break up with Kallum.” You giggle between kisses. Cassian growls at the mention of another male’s name and pulls you closer.

“That is the last breakup you are ever going to have. I’ve waited 500 years for this, I’m sure as hell not going to mess it up.”

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#acotar #acotar fic #cassian #cassian acotar #acotar x reader #cassian x reader #my writing

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padawansuggest · 1 year

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People ask me why I love Mandos interacting with Obi-Wan (tiny form) so much and honestly it’s mainly cause I’m 1: a fix it fic fiend and it’s my fave trope to start a fix it fic with that relationship and 2: I’m obsessed with the idea of tiny 10 year old Obi-Wan Kenobi looking Jango Fett in the eyes and telling him some poetic bullshit about the infinite lives in Jango’s soul and how beautiful and tragic every single one of them will be and honestly Jango can’t sleep for a fucking month after that IS IT CAUSE KIDS OR JUST JETII ARE WEIRD WHATS GOIN ON HERE????? Jaster instantly adopts the gremlin child and Jango hides from him around corners like a cat while Obi-Wan actively hunts him down to be the most annoying baby brother to exist and jump scares him like 15 times a day. Also he floats and sleepwalks while speaking dead languages and his eyes glow and Jango is scared to ask if that’s a Stewjoni thing in case it isn’t okay he’s been living in fear since Buir brought the new baby home.

He would kill any of you to keep him safe tho. Creepy lil shit that he is.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #jaster mereel #jango fett #fix it au #true mandalorian #the Jedi #listen they ask the council if all Jedi babies are like this and mace starts crying and asks them to keep Obi #antichrist obi wan

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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can i please request a rhysand x reader where reader is extremly blunt, like they’re at a high lord meeting and beron keeps chatting shit and she just says something like ”oh my gods does he ever shut up? ” or ” no one here wants to hear you speak anymore ” and rhys just loves it even tho he has a stone face. Or when she’s in the mood and they’re at dinner w the inner circle she says ”do you wanna fuck?” or ”i’m horny let’s go home” and everyone stares at her with amusement bc she’s so real🤞 and one time she might be getting hit on and the guy just doesn’t quit so she lists all the things wrong with him, not to be rude but bc she honestly thinks that. PLEASE🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🖤

Rhys x reader who does not give two fucks hc

A/n: I wish I could be this blunt 😂 If I were this honest every problematic person in my life would be gone

Rhys loved that you were an honest person

You aren’t afraid to speak your mind and he found it quite amusing since he couldn’t really say what he wanted

The inner circle finds it funny

You even rival Amren for bluntness

You two butt heads sometimes but it makes for fun entertainment

Something everyone feels bad about is telling Cassian no but you have no issue shutting down his dumbass ideas

“No Cass. That’s a shit idea babe.” “What?! Why?” “Cassian I could list a million reasons but you wouldn’t listen to a Single one.”

You and Azriel got a long very well

He’d even ask you to come to a few interrogations bc your bullshit detector is amazing

You can always tell when someone is lying

If you guys are out at Rita’s you’d be staring at Rhys watching him dance which is very hot

Back at the table while you all wait for more drinks you’re just staring at him, your feet in his lap as you stroke his jaw you just blurt out, “Im done here. Can we go home and fuck?”

Cassian and Mor would be shocked and then have that face like ‘yeah she’d say that’

Rhys was pulling you from the booth winnowing you home immediately

High Lords meetings are whole other ordeal

You can’t hide when you don’t like someone on your face

And there are A LOT of people you don’t like

The main two you hate are Tamlin, for what he did to Feyre and her sisters, and Beron bc he’s an abuser and a moron

Beron is complaining about the human lands again and how we’re too connected now

No one would cut him off for the safety of everyone else

You’d be lightly hitting your head on the back of your chair, your face pulled in an annoyed look

“Oh my gods!” Everyone turns to you and Rhys just gives you an amused look

“Excuse me?” Beron says like he can’t believe someone would cut him off “you’re excused if you’re going to keep complaining. No one can stand your shit. It’s all mindless crap with you. Wah-wan-wah not everything can go your way Beron!”

You settled back in your chair

Your court was trying not to laugh, Rhys had a straight face, and Eris was trying not to smile

Helion made eye contact with you and he looked like a kid in a candy shop

“Well…” Thesan said carefully, “I think we’re done for the day.”

Rhys winnowed you home and you all had a good laugh about Beron that night

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #rhysand imagine #rhysand headcanon #rhysand fluff #rhysand x reader #rhysand #rhysand acotar #rhysand headcanons #rhysand x you

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lizandbo · 11 months

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okie doks, so i would like a hc where bokuto, kuroo, and maybe tsukishima react to seeing their volleyball player! girlfriend play for the first time

i love your blog btw :) it makes me happy <3

Volleyball player!reader x kuroo, bokuto and tsukishima

I’m so so glad that my writing makes you happy, plus this ask is like 100 years cuz time management is not a thing for me

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Tsukishima

Before I say anything else HE WILL LAUGH WHEN YOU MESS UP

When you tell him that you play volleyball he might not believe you until he sees it with his very own eyes

He would believe you but ✨trust issues✨

If you ever invite him to one of your matches he just either gives a glare and says a monotone “ok” or grunt in response

But most times he goes to your games without you knowing

Tsukishima wants to see when do your best without the pressure of people yk watching you

Cuz honestly I feel that wholeheartedly

But man when he does see you?

Bros gonna explode from being flustered

He thinks that you honestly look really hot, but he never ever gonna say that

Not even when he’s being held by gunpoint, which honestly who would ask that question if you were being held by gunpoint?

Anygays

He just appreciates your work ethic in volleyball

Not being too annoying and obnoxious about volleyball or not giving a fuck with his standards

Nice balance

and at some point you motivate him to push on his own hobbies (more so volleyball)

When you catch sight of him you whip your head around to get a double take almost getting whiplash in the process

He just covers his mouth and snickers by the confusion of your face just now realizing that he did attend your match after all

You shuffled up to him half bashful half excited to see tsuki

You wrapped your arms around his middle and he stared back to, giving you a little headpat

“Sooo how did I do? Since you’ve been stalking me like a dimwit”

“You did better than last time ig, moron”

“You were here last time too??”

“Now see your the dimwit here since you didn’t even realize I’m coming to your stupid games”

“Awww tsuki I thought would’ve never be here:(“

“Your an official dimwit” tsukishima says with a blush darkening

Bokuto

He knew you played volleyball cuz he always has asked you how was your day? Every single fucking day

Even before you were dating

It might get a lil annoying sometimes but baby boy genuinely wants to hear about your day

Prolly at some point interrupts you by accident but once he realized he apologizes so damn much

But a simple “it’s ok bo” is enough for him lmao

ANYWAYS

IS SO PROUD OF YOU WHEN YOU PLAY

ALWAYS YELLS LETS GO Y/N OR HEY HEY HEYYYY THATS MY S/O

Vvvv proud baby

Whatever position you play he’s so so so supportive

“Y/n! That’s such a great set im so proud of you”

“I KNEW YOU COULD DO SO WELL BABY”

“HEY HEY HEY! That spike was so accurate, you should have a kiss as an award! Come her baby”

“BLOCK THEM BASTARDS! YEAHHH”

When the match/ practice is over he’ll quite literally jump and attack you with a bear hug smothering you to absolute death

You guys go to your car him carrying you bride style and finding a withered mess of half dead rose petals in the passenger seat cuz bo was so focused on seeing you than bringing the damn bouquet of flowers he was gonna give you

“Well… maybe I’m just distracted by incredibly sexy and hot partn-“

“OKAY BOKUTO, LETS JUST GET IN THE DAMN CAR”

“Your also very cute when you stammer like that”

“Booooo”

Kuroo

Also a vvv proud baby

Found out by having the volleyball match delayed and you coming home late

Quite literally did the mom “and where were you?” Thing on you

But he was concerned for his baby cuz you could’ve gotten kidnapped

You told him that you were at a game of yours and he was appalled

“And you never thought that I would like to go?” Pouts like a little girl in a playful way

“Well I just never thought you wanted to go since your always so busy”

“Bullshit, I’d do anything for you” he practically manhandled you onto the bed and cuddled there

“Oh really? Anything??” Your eyes sparkled as he met your eyes with a small smile

“Yes baby, anything. Your my one and only”

“Ok so would you do the dishes for me? Oh oh and cook dinner too that would be absolutely fantastic”

Rooster wasn’t too happy with that response smh

SKJDJDJD I GET SO DISTRACTED ANYWAYS

rooster baby would go to any games when he has free time

Analyzes your movements a lot

But he’s never deeply judging you in a negative way, he’s just observing

Becomes your personal trainer but would never push you too hard

Always after matches no matter if you win or not he’ll always have some version of “you did well baby, now drink some water I’m not letting you be dehydrated”

Always gives you a meaningful hug too

Kisses are also a definite must

One on your forehead, nose and three on the lips

It’s like a secrete combination just between the two of you

Even tho it’s not even like a lock or some shit

It always amazing him how you do certain things when your focused into your game

Sometimes laughs at how cute you are

Just being a proud parent boyfriend is all you need

#lizandbo #Kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo hcs #kuroo headcanons #kuroo x volleyball player reader #Bokuto fluff #bokuto hcs #bokuto headcanons #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #kuroo imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu masterlist #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima hcs #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagines

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tightjeansjavi · 11 months

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Cigarettes & Feelings

“I know you see me there you’re always playing this game”

(Javi Peña x f! reader) Part 2 (+18)

A/N: if there’s one thing I love, it’s a man in denial about having a crush, and a man coming to accept that he does have said crush. It’s chefs kiss. You’ll be angry with Javi in the first half of the chapter (he’s a douche) but after a quick trip to the brothel, he’s got his shit straightened out..well, sorta.

Happy reading! ♡

~word count: 3.9k~

Summary: Agent Peña, Bogotá's infamous playboy. Has he met his match when he meets you, the US Embassy's newest receptionist.

Warnings: Javi acting like a stereotypical douche/playboy, Murphy tells him to cut that shit out, Javi takes his frustrations out at the brothel, smut (not with the reader) protected sex, nipple play, doggy style, praise kink, very light breath play, teasing, pillow talk, nicknames such as: cariño, hermosa, muñeca, whore is used but not in a derogatory sense, Javi is put in his place twice, denial of feelings of course, Javi and the reader reach a middle ground by the end of the chapter, angsty vibes, internal thoughts, denial, pining (if you squint) Javi is turning over a new leaf thanks to some much needed advice, ends on a cliffhanger sorry not sorry hehe, (+18) minors dni!

Agent Peña Playlist:

Bogotá, Colombia 1988

It had been a whole month since you started to work at the US Embassy in Colombia. An entire month of Javier Peña’s fruitless attempts at getting you to fall for his vexatious charm. He’d go out of his way to make a comment about your nails. Saying that a specific shade of pink that was doted on your nails, really brought out the color in your eyes. Could he be any less original? Every time ‘querida’ or ‘hermosa’ or any other nicknames Javier had so graciously given you would slip past his plush pink lips, your eyes would immediately roll like a pair of dice. It was becoming a routine for you, turning down agent Peña’s flirtations towards you was a piece of cake. The other receptionists started to catch on as well and no longer fed into the agent's bullshit.

Javier was feeling personally vexed by you. Even more so now that he could no longer look forward to a quick fuck from one of the other receptionists that used to be wrapped around his finger. It seemed like you were going to end up being a real thorn in his side. Murphy on the other hand was truly getting a kick out of seeing his partner getting shot down by you everyday. It was like clockwork, and a breath of fresh air to see Javier be humbled by you.

“You know..she’s really not even that pretty. Average at best.” Javi had muttered with a cigarette pursed between his lips as he was going through another file that could potentially help bring down Pablo Escobar.

“Wasn’t it just the other day you were saying that she was the hottest thing on two legs? Or were you talking about someone else? Hard to keep track of all of them, Javi.” Murphy didn’t even look up from his typewriter and he already knew that Javi was rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, that was when she wasn’t getting in my way of getting some decent pussy around here. She’s somehow managed to get every single fucking woman in the office to turn on me. Un-fucking believable.” Javi was in fact rolling his eyes.

“Why don’t you just jerk off like a normal fucking person if it aggravates you that much. Or, I don’t know, maybe not eye fuck her every chance you get? Just a thought. Connie would be tearing you a new one if she heard the shit that just came out of your mouth Peña.” Murphy reached over and snatched the file from the agent's hands without another word.

Javier's eyes narrowed over his desk. He was feeling annoyed and perhaps even a little offended by Murphy’s words. “Is that what your married life consists of? Only having the option to jerk off? You poor poor man.” He pushed himself out of his chair with a huff as he doused his cigarette out and grabbed his leather jacket. “I’m going out.” He announced to the other agent before grabbing his badge and gun and strode out the office space. He walked right past your little cubicle, and you could feel the irritation radiating off of his skin as his magnetic cinnamon brown eyes met yours for a millisecond before he was quickly looking away, gritting his jaw tightly.

Murphy was chuckling under his breath as Javi announced his departure. His stature alone was a dead giveaway on where exactly he was headed off to. Javi often visited the local brothel whenever he was facing frustrations that could only seemingly be coddled by his cock sheathed in a woman’s warmth. “Uh huh. Enjoy getting your dick wet, asshole.” Murphy muttered to himself before he got up from his desk and made his way over to your cubicle.

“Let me guess, he’s off to the brothel again?” You looked up at the agent with a small grin graced across your features.

“He sure is. I think you’ve really managed to get unimaginably deep beneath his skin. I gotta say, I’m impressed. He’ll be back after he goes and licks his wounds. Good job on keeping him humbled.” He shot you a wink, giving you a light fist bump.

“Have I really? I had no idea he was that sensitive. You’d think at this point he’d just get over himself.” You let out a faux sigh of disappointment.

“Javier? Getting over himself? Not a chance, sweetheart. You’re certainly giving him a run for his money. It’s a breath of fresh air to see.”

“A man’s gotta give up eventually, right? How long is he realistically going to keep this up?”

“Not Javier I’m afraid. The only way he’s going to give up is if he feels like he stands no chance. Right now, he still thinks that you’re just playing a game with him.” Murphy stated what he felt was the obvious.

You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. Javier Peña was vexing you in his own way.

“A game that he has no chance of winning.”

The sound of skin slapping against sweat soaked skin mixed in with high octave moans of pleasure could be heard through the thin walls of one of Medellíns many brothels. Javier was a frequent customer who tipped well, and never left a woman there feeling unsatisfied.

Catalina was his personal favorite at this brothel but he wasn’t particularly picky either. He just liked her for the fact that she understood him best. Always let him vent to her after he’d fuck her brains out. He never had a problem paying her extra for her services.

His hand was firmly wrapped around her throat with his thumb lightly applying pressure to her windpipe as he fucked her from behind. His free hand found purchase around her middle, grasping firmly around the soft tissue of her breast as he yanked her back against his chest. Her strangled moans drove him forward as he snapped his hips against her ass at an unforgiving pace. His lips were all over her skin, her cheek, jawline, neck. He was a biter. His teeth nipped at the skin below her ear as filth slipped past his lips. “Give it to me, hermosa. I need it so bad. Soak my cock with this tight little pussy. C’mon, muñeca. Give. It. To. Me.” He grunted deeply against her ear, letting his hand drift from her breast down her navel where his fingers began to toy with her clit, rubbing the small bud in tight, expert circles.

She came undone around him shortly after, crying out his name.

Javi. Javi. Javi.

“Cata, how do I get through to someone as stubborn as her? This game her and I are playing is fun, don’t get me wrong, but she’s so fucking frustrating.” Javier spoke with a soft breath, resting his arm behind his head as she lit the cigarette between his lips, brushing her fingers across his jawline gently.

“Javier, not every woman is going to be interested in you. Although, I can’t wrap my head around as to why..” she pressed a kiss to his bicep, resting her cheek along the crook of his neck.

Javi took a deep inhale as he let his free arm gently drop along her shoulders, fingers lightly dancing across her warm skin. “She’s the first woman I have come across that hasn’t shown a lick of interest in me. Or, she just does a real damn good job of hiding it from me.” He chuckled, blowing the smoke up towards the low-lit ceiling.

“Are you nice to her, Javier? You’re gorgeous, no doubt, but not every woman is into asshole DEA agents. Maybe you should try a different tactic and see how she responds? I know women very very well. We deserve to be, and should be respected by our male counterparts. I may be a whore, who enjoys being fucked like one, but that doesn’t mean I’d enjoy it if you degraded me, or made me feel like I was less than a person.”

Javier paused for a moment, closing his eyes as he took a deep inhale. No, he hadn’t really thought about it that way. Had he disrespected you and just not realized it? Perhaps Catalina was right, perhaps he needed to take an entirely different approach when it came to pursuing you. “Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty nice. I make comments about her nails and how the shade she is wearing really brings out the color of her eyes. Okay, and I eye fuck her at least once or twice a day. I’ve respected you, haven’t I? I’ve..never degraded you, have I muñeca?”

Catalina couldn’t help but lightly giggle as she pressed a soft kiss to his neck, reaching up and plucked the cigarette between his lips and brought the unlit end to her own, taking a slow drag as she rolled over onto her back with ease. “My sweet, it sounds to me that you might be developing a crush for this girl, hmm? Has Javier Peña finally met his match? Perhaps you should stop eye fucking her, and cool it with the compliments. Those end up growing old very fast, and she probably would appreciate it if you had..a normal conversation with her? You have always respected me, Javi. You happen to be my favorite customer and no, it’s not just because of your cock. You’re a passionate lover, and I appreciate the fact that you’ve never treated me any differently for the fact that I’m a whore. So why would you treat this girl any differently?”

Javier couldn’t help but scoff under his breath at her comment about him having a crush on you. Javier Peña did not have crushes. He fucked with no strings attached, period. “Hermosa, I do not have a crush on her. Since when do I ever have crushes? Do I look like a little school girl to you?” He chuckled, rolling over onto his elbow, propping himself up. He let his hand drift around her bare breast, lightly toying with her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before he was leaning over and replacing his fingers with his mouth as he wrapped his lips around the nub, kissing and licking languidly.

Catalina let out a hum, letting her eyes flutter shut as she took another drag from the cigarette. She slowly slid her fingers through his sexed up hair, twirling a strand around her finger. “Denial is the first stage to acceptance, Javi. I know a man that has a crush when I see one, and you most definitely have one cariño.”

Javi let out a low growl, scraping his teeth along her sensitive nub as he flicked his tongue across it, nose firmly pressed against the top of her plush breast. “I. Do. Not. Have. A. Crush.” He enunciated each syllable against her skin just to prove his point.

Catalina let out a low hiss, nearly dropping the cigarette from between her lips as she gripped his hair at the roots and firmly tugged on it. “Keep on telling yourself that Javier. You and I both know you’re lying.” She mewled.

Javier ignored her as his hand drifted down between her thighs and he wasted no time to coax them open so he could drag his fingers through her slick. “Hermosa, less talking. Let me take care of you some more.”

Javier didn’t leave the brothel till almost the evening hours. He paid Catalina handsomely for her services and then some. Before returning to the office, he made a quick pit stop at his apartment so he could shower, and rinse away the aroma of cum, and the stench of sex that was still lingering on his skin.

He was surprised to see that you were working late on a Friday night. He expected that you’d have some plans to go out dancing or drinking with friends. The night life in Medellín was like none other. More so, he was surprised that you were walking over to his desk of all places. What game could you possibly be playing at now, he wondered.

You weren’t 100% sure as to why you felt like being the bigger person and saying goodnight to Javier before you’d leave the office for the evening. Your feet were moving before your brain could stop you, and soon you found yourself standing in front of his desk.

He had a cigarette pursed between his lips, (he always did) and the smoke billowed up around his face like a gray halo. He was anything but a saint.

“Goodnight, Javier. I hope you have a pleasant weekend.”

Javi slowly looked up at you. He gave you a once over, despite Catalina’s warning to not do that anymore. His brow was raised as you bid him a good evening. “You as well, cariño. Have any fun plans for the weekend?” He was genuinely curious to hear your answer.

Your Friday night plans consisted of a bottle of wine, and a good book. You hadn’t made any friends as of yet, but Javier did not need to know that. That’s the last thing you needed the DEA agent to know.

“Uh huh. I do have fun plans actually.” The way you were no longer meeting his stare, was a dead giveaway for Javi to know that you were lying to him.

“Yeah? Well, what are these said fun plans that you have hermosa?” Javier asked with a smirk playing on his lips, taking a deep drag as the tip of the cigarette burned bright orange.

“Okay, so I lied. I don’t have any fun plans. Unless you consider going home and curling up on the couch with a good book, and a glass of wine, fun plans then no.”

Javier was shocked for the second time that evening in a matter of mere minutes. “You mean to tell me that someone as attractive as you are, has absolutely no plans to go out on this beautiful Friday night in Medellín? I don’t believe that for a minute cariño.”

“Yeah, so how about you don’t rub it in my face? Thanks. Anyway, I’m leaving now.” You were already turning on your heel when you felt Javier’s warm palm gently make contact with your wrist.

“I’m not trying to rub it in your face or anything like that hermosa. I’m genuinely just shocked that you’re not going out tonight. Medellín has so much to offer.” He paused, thinking about what he could say next and then it hit him. Here was his chance to see you outside the workplace for once.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to come out for drinks with Steve and I, and his wife Connie. I just have something to finish up here, and then I am going to go meet them.” He doused his cigarette against the ashtray, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he waited for your answer with a bated breath.

“Are you inviting me out for drinks because you think you’re going to get lucky tonight? Cause if that’s the case, then no. I’ll politely pass.” You fought the urge to scoff at the fact that he even bothered to ask you.

“No, that won’t be necessary at all. Can’t a coworker ask another coworker out for drinks and not assume he’s going to end up lucky?” Javier had a frown playing across his kissable lips that made you want to believe that he had an ulterior motive. Truthfully, you would much rather go out for drinks than spend another night alone.

“Okay, fine. No funny business, right?” You looked at him with a raised brow, arms crossed over your chest.

“No funny business, cariño. I promise. I’ll be on my very best behavior.” Javier assured you.

“Great. Glad that we’re finally on the same page, Peña. I’ll just need to run to my apartment real quick to change. These heels are fucking killing me.”

Javi was already up from his desk, grabbing his badge, gun and box of smokes as he swung his leather jacket over his shoulders. “Well, can’t say I’m surprised about that. They look incredibly uncomfortable. I give major props to you, and the other ladies in the office for wearing them everyday. Is your place far from here? I could always drive you, if you’d like.”

“I thought you had something you needed to finish up Javier?” You glanced over at him wearily as you processed the fact that he was genuinely being nice to you and not eye fucking you like you were a piece of meat. “Sure, that would be great actually. Just don’t get any ideas, alright?”

“It’ll become Monday’s problem. Although, Murphy and I are always on the job. Hence why I keep my badge and gun on me at all times. You just never know when you might really need it.” He swung his keys lightly around his finger as he gestured for you to walk in front. “What kinda ideas would I possibly get from you letting me drive you to your apartment cariño?” He couldn’t help but lightly chuckle as he walked alongside you, flicking the light off on his way out.

“Does it ever weigh on you? Not physically, but the fact that you always have to keep it on you?” You looked over at him as you adjusted the strap of your bag along your shoulder. “The kind that will make you think that I’m going to be inviting you into my apartment Javier.”

Javi wasn’t expecting your question to say the least. Your words immediately had a visible effect on him as it weighed on his mind. He held the door open to the parking lot on the side of the building for you to walk through first. “Sometimes it does. I usually don’t actively think about it. The badge and gun have just become a part of me, in a sense. If they’re not on my person, then they’re right next to my nightstand when I sleep. It just comes with this line of work. You always have to be prepared for the worst.” He opened the passenger side door for you. “I’ll wait outside your apartment door. How does that sound to you?”

“So I take it..there’s never a moment where you ever let your guard down? Simply because if you do, it could be a situation of either living or dying? Or maybe that’s too extreme for me to say.” You gave him a small nod as you climbed into the passenger seat taking a note of how tidy his car was. There was a lingering scent of tobacco smoke and cologne that seemed to be embedded in the upholstered seats.

Javi lightly shut the door behind you before he made his way over to the driver's seat and climbed in before he started the engine. “I’ve let my guard down plenty of times, hermosa. I’m only human after all. Mistakes happen unfortunately. I do my best to avoid those kinds of situations from happening, but sometimes it’s truly out of our control.” He placed his arm around the back of your seat as he backed out of the parking spot. You felt the warm skin of his forearm lightly brush against your neck. It sent welcoming shivers down your spine.

“I understand what you’re saying. You are only human after all like you said. I have to ask, do you think you’re gonna catch him?” Javier knew you were referring to Pablo Escobar. A Spineless coward, who was violent, and frankly a piece of shit that Javier wanted nothing more to see him rot in an American prison.

“If we don’t catch him, then I personally have failed the people of Medellín. This city is beautiful, vibrant, and Escobar has done nothing but fucking taint it.” He inhaled deeply, shaking his head at the thought of this slimiest excuse of man slipping through the DEA’s grasp once again. “Do you mind if we..if we don’t talk about my job for the rest of the evening? You’re not prying, and I can’t fault you for being curious, but I don’t sleep much as it is because of everything that is going on.”

Javi was internally beating himself up for allowing himself to show a moment of weakness to you. He didn’t want you to know just how much being a DEA agent truly affected him. He didn’t want you to know about everything he had sacrificed, and lost, just to get to where he was. He certainly did not need you knowing that he thought of himself as a failure.

You were shocked to see that a layer of figuratively tough skin was being pulled back from Javier’s natural flirtatious and playboy persona that he performed so well. You could only imagine what he had experienced in his line of work. “Of course. I’m sorry for bringing it up in the first place, Javi.” You thought about saying more, but the last thing you wanted to do was come across as being disingenuous.

Javi glanced at you for a moment as he did a damn good job of hiding his smile when you had comfortably called him Javi, instead of Javier. “Cariño, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for being curious. You’re not the first person to ask me about my job, and you won’t be the last. How about we both agree to just..let work go for the evening. It’s your first night out in Medellín, and I want to make sure it’s a memorable one.”

You were looking over at him now from where you sat in the passenger seat. “Okay, deal. Let’s let work go for the rest of the evening.”

“Trato, cariño.”

You gave Javi the directions to your apartment. It was just a few miles from the office, but you were grateful for him driving you. He waited just outside your apartment door, as promised. His back was against the wall, cigarette pursed between his lips as he lit the tip of it with practiced ease. As he waited for you to finish getting ready, he pressed the base of his palm against his forehead, replaying the conversation he had with you in his head, over and over again. Is this what Catalina meant when she advised him to be nicer to you? Did she mean that he needed to be vulnerable? He hated being vulnerable. He hated showing any signs of emotions, or weakness. So why the hell did he find it to be so goddamn easy to open up to you?

Just as he was pondering over the possible answer to his disarray, your apartment door opened, ceasing his current thoughts when he took in your appearance with a heavy gulp.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You asked when you caught the DEA agent staring at you for far too long. You could feel your skin heating up under his gaze. Except this time, he wasn’t staring at you like he wanted nothing more than to take you back into your apartment and fuck you into your mattress.

Oh no, Javier Peña was staring at you with timid adoration. His brown swirled with warm flecks of cinnamon eyes gazing at you under the fluorescent hanging light alongside your apartment door. The tip of his cigarette blazing orange, creating a flicker between his and your eyes.

“No. I am simply just finding myself being transfixed by your beauty, hermosa.” The words flowed thoughtfully past his plush lips.

Shit.

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wildemaven · 6 months

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fall apart, again : interlude - a letter to joel | joel miller

-> pairing: joel miller x ofc!genevieve

-> wc: 1001

-> content warning: 18+ blog; angst, alluding to loss, post outbreak, reader is Joel’s wife, reader has a name but has zero descriptive features,

-> a/n: I kind of abandoned this series and didn’t really have any plans to finish it. It felt good where they ended in chapter 3 so I was just going to call it good. But then I was reading through the chapters and kind of found some inspiration to write something for them again. Big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for always listening and encouraging and fixing my writing!!

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Joel,

Feels weird to be sitting here, on our bed, in our home. I guess I should mention we made it back to Austin— Steve and I.

I met Steve in the ER in Laredo on the evening of the outbreak— he lost his wife. We managed to make it out of there together and promised to keep each other safe. He heard there’s a QZ in Denver, so we’re making our way north.

I made him promise to stop in Austin. I just had to see for myself, see if there was a chance you and Sarah might still be here— alive.

Like I said, it feels weird to be here. Seeing our house in this state. Disheveled and abandoned, but still feeling very much like the place we thought we’d live forever. It’s like a personal landmark now, for what once was such a beautiful home filled with so many beautiful memories. Maybe it’s more of a mausoleum of sorts. Kind of morbid, but also very true. ‘Here lies the Millers, before the world went to shit.’

Except, I’m here and you’re not.

I think the worst part of all of this is not knowing if you’re okay. Steve says I have to accept that there’s a chance that you’re not, that any worst case scenario that I have lost sleep over, might be my reality. But I refuse to accept that. So, I silently pretend that you are okay. That you have managed to get Sarah and yourself, and hopefully Tommy, to safety. You’re somewhere out there protecting our baby girl and staying strong for her like you’ve always done.

I feel like I’m rambling. My thoughts are just all over the place being here and thinking of you. Or maybe I’m just dragging out my time here because the minute I leave, it will be like a final goodbye to this place— and I don’t think I’m ready for it just yet.

It’s like I can still smell the faint musk of your cologne in the air. Like you’ll walk through our bedroom door, pulling your keys and wallet from your jeans and tossing them on the dresser, all while telling me about some mishap on a job site that set you back a few days. I can just see that grumpy look you wear so well. Then, when you’ve let it all out, you instantly soften when you finally look at me sitting on our bed and then you’re apologizing for boring me with your work bullshit. I would listen to your work bullshit every single day if it meant we could be together again.

When I got here, it was like I was being pulled into Sarah’s room. I sat there for a while, remembering all the times we had laid there with her reading her bedtime stories until she would fall asleep. I miss our dance parties while we would wait for you to come home, her insisting I had zero rhythm anytime one of her little boy band hits came on and I attempted to keep up with her choreographed routine she had memorized. I’m taking a few things of hers, I hope that’s okay. I don’t think I can come back here and I want to have something of hers.

I found your ring on our dresser. Don’t worry I’m not mad you aren’t wearing it. Gosh, I can’t believe I would get so worked up over seeing it laying there instead of on your finger. I know how much it bothered you wearing it to work and worrying about losing it or getting it caught on something, and yet I would still get annoyed over it. But, maybe you weren’t meant to wear it so I could find it today, so I could have a piece of you with me always.

I guess I should wrap this up. I know how much you love when I can go on and on about anything.

I will write to you. Whenever I get the chance. To Sarah, too. I’ll keep writing to you both for as long as I can.

I love you Joel. I always have. And I always will. Wherever you are, I just hope you know that.

Forever and always,

Eve

“Hey, Genevieve— ya doin’ okay up there?” Steve calls up from downstairs.

“Yeah! Just give me a sec! I’ll be right down.” You try to hide your pain as you respond, wiping the few tears sprinkled across your cheeks.

You fold your letter to Joel, placing it securely in an envelope you had found next to the pile of printer paper you tucked away with the items of Sarah’s in your pack. You push yourself off the bed, walking around to the side where Joel slept since the day you moved in. You run your handover the indentation in his pillow, remembering how much you loved to wake up before him just so you could watch him sleep.

Lifting the corner of his pillow, you gently place the letter underneath it. The last place you talked to him, is the first place you’ll write to him. You imagine he’s laying there, sleeping peacefully when you kiss the top of his pillow.

Grabbing your pack off the bed, you take one last look at the space, your heart clenching at the finality of this visit. You force your legs to move towards the direction of the door, stopping briefly at the dresser to grab Joel’s ring, tucking it into one of your packs inner pockets safely.

Steve is sitting on the couch when you finally make it downstairs. His patience is something you’ve appreciated since the day you met. He knew how much stopping here meant to you, and he told you to take as much time as you needed.

“All good?” He asks once you’ve stepped off the last step.

“No, but it will be, I think.” You tell him as you make your way out the front door.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x wife!reader #joel miller x Genevieve #the last of us au #the last of us #tlou #wildemaven writes #pedrostories #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female oc #pedro pascal

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ryukatters · 2 years

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lil nsfw here but bf!armin is definitely type of guy who leaves bite marks all over ur body especially ur ass and acts surprised when you finally noticed them lmfao (i’ve this has been in my head rent free)

He’s SOOOO— 😭

Armin is known to be calm and collected most of the time, and he thinks he manages his emotions pretty well. Whenever he’s around you, however, he’s overwhelmed with emotions and it makes him mad lmfao. He just feels so much for you that it drives him just a little insane. And he’s usually so good with words, but you just have a way of frying his brain and making him speechless. So forgive him he’s just trying to get back at you :/

You have a grip on him and he tries so hard not to let you know that in fear of inflating your ego lmfao

You tend to get caught up in the heat of the moment, so you don’t even notice (or mind, at the time at least) when he bites you.

If Armin has anything, it’s the audacity to act surprised when you barge into his room berating him about leaving marks for everyone to see.

“Armin,” you start, voice tight.

“Yes, love?” he says, voice dripping with honey.

You grit your teeth. Maybe Armin can manage to deceive others with his sweet and innocent facade, but you can see right through his bullshit. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he had two red horns poking through his blond locks.

“‘Yes, love?’“ you do an awful impersonation, lowering your voice to mimic his. “Don’t act innocent with me, Arlert. You know what you did.”

Armin has the gall to raise his eyebrows in surprise, mouth gaping to form a little ‘o’.

“You’re going to have to be more specific, honey,” he tuts, “‘cuz I’m kind of lost here.”

You have to resist the urge to walk on right up to him, grab him by the shoulders and rattle him until his eyes cross. You opt to take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“You know,” you start, “I was having a really great day. I checked the weather, saw it was gonna be warm, so I decided to dress cute and wear shorts. Got out and got coffee— ran into Sasha and Mikasa on the way.” Your feet pad across the jute rug in Armin’s room that was always kept impeccably clean— just another reason to add on to your annoyance. You stop just a few steps shy of your boyfriend who’s sitting comfortably on his bed. “They asked me to get lunch, so we met up with Connie and Eren. Everything’s all good, right?”

“Sure,” Armin says lightly.

You feel your eye twitch involuntarily. Did he not understand the problem here? “Yeah, well it was,” you snap. “Until I decided to get up to use the restroom, and Eren points out that I have a bunch of fucking hickeys up my shorts!!”

His expression is unreadable, and for once, your boyfriend has nothing to say.

“So I’ve been walking around campus with these things on display for half of the day,” stretching your leg out and flexing it to show him the small bruises that litter the inside of your thighs, “and it’s. all. your. fault.”

“Love, I’m sorry—” he tries. In all reality, Armin stopped paying attention the moment you bursted into his room. The fire in your eyes from your passionate tirade both scared him and turned him on at the same time. He knew what he was signing up for last night, and he knew exactly how this entire thing would play out. He’s calculated every single possible variation of this event, with no room for error.

And now, with the way you practically have yourself on display, exhibiting the vast array of purple and red hues he’s painted in between your thighs— it has his mind growing hazy. He catches himself, tries to snap himself back to reality, but alas. The grip you have on him is like a vice— impossible to escape. He feels the heat rise up the nape of his neck; he can’t tell if it’s because he’s annoyed with how easily you turn him on or the fact that he is very much turned on right now. Either way, he feels the need to make you pay for your transgressions.

“Sorry? I embarrass myself for half of the town to see and all you have to say is sorry?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to where he’s sitting at the edge of his bed, in between his legs. He squeezes you, cheek resting against your tummy. He’s lucky that you’re unable to see the grin that slowly forms on his face. He’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“I really am sorry, love.” Armin places a chaste kiss right above your navel, and he can feel you stiffen, almost like you know what’s about to happen. How adorable. He wraps his arms even tighter around you, just to make sure you can’t leave. He looks up at you, blue eyes wide and innocent— and you almost want to believe he actually is sorry for the whole incident.

His hands snake from around your waist and make quick work at the button on your shorts, “So let me make it up to you, yeah?”

#he is a menace #why do you think him and eren are friends?#he's just as bad if not worse #at least eren is honest about being possessive #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin smut #armin arlert x reader #aot smut #armin.post

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99hook · 9 months

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Insufferable

Synopsis: Two people who swear they hate each other’s guts but they just can’t leave each other alone

Warnings: angst, pining, a bit of choking, oral female and male receiving, creampie, semi-public sex, Tyler has a filthy mouth, enemies who end up fucking, basically.

A/N: this is that “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” trope with an extremely arrogant Tyler and YN who knows how to push every single one of his buttons. This is also like 3 requests in one fic so Enjoy babes!

The requests were:

• Shower smut (enemies to lovers edition)

• “You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid”

• facefucking

if you sent those in, thank you besties here they are🫶🏼

“Don’t say shit.” You glared at the man standing in front of you. You’d just gotten back from your match and you already knew you looked a little rough around the edges. You were sure you’d have a black eye in the morning and the last thing you cared to hear was anything Tyler Senerchia had to say.

Unfortunately, he was never good at keeping his mouth shut. It’s surprising to you how he hasn’t gotten his teeth knocked down his throat yet, but maybe you’d have to be the one to do it one of these days. Either way, he had that annoying ass smirk spread across his face the minute he caught sight of you and you just knew he was thinking of something, anything he could possibly come up with to annoy the shit out of you.

“You look like someone just beat the shit out of you.” He smirks, eyeing your hair wildly scattered about and the red welts on your skin. “You sure you’re ready to step in the ring with pro wrestlers? You might need to toughen up a little more before someone puts your little ass in a coma.”

Crossing your arms defensively, you felt your left eye twitch, which was not so coincidentally something that tends to happen whenever that man is in your vicinity. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who got knocked out with his own title.” You snap right back, watching his dark eyes narrow.

“At least I had a title. Last I checked, you lost every championship match you’ve ever been in.” He counters, his lips tipping up slightly when he sees the anger swirling around in your eyes.

“Should probably ice that eye. Looks like she got you pretty good.” He points out with a condescending smirk still playing on his lips.

“Shouldn’t you be in Tony’s office with your daddy bribing your way into another title shot right now?” You watched his jaw stiffen, feeling a little satisfied about that.

“I never had to bribe Tony for shit. I earned everything I have, unlike you, miss shorts that doesn’t even cover my ass.”

“You sound fucking stupid. It’s ring gear. Everybody wears the same shit. And I don’t use my body for bribery, if that’s what you’re trying to say.” Your voice was a little louder than you intended but thankfully nobody else was in the hall.

You watched his white teeth show with the scoff he let out. “No? You don’t? So you just wear shit like this-“ his hand motions over you, rather dramatically, “for the hell of it? I doubt that. You only get tv time because you’re eye candy for the dumb asses who are stupid enough to be interested in you. That’s all you got going for yourself, and I think you know that too. I mean, look at your win loss record. You’re probably the worst in the woman’s division.”

He always had a way of getting under your skin and you hated that you gave him the satisfaction of letting him see how angry he made you. But for some reason you always came back to the banters.

“You know what?” Your eyes flared.

“What?” He piped up.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. I have plenty of fans who love me because I’m a badass wrestler and I don’t have to prove shit to you. Maybe I’ve never held a title but I’ve gone out there and given my all in that ring and i’m only eye candy, but I could walk out there in a nun outfit and still have people screaming my name, so nice try but you’re just spitting bullshit and you know it.”

You hated that easy smirk that seemed to always be on his face and wished more than anything that you could literally slap it right off.

“Then do it.” He shrugs. “Cause I’m highly doubtful and I would love to prove you wrong, and watch you absolutely humiliate yourself more than you already do when you get your ass beat every single week.”

You fell silent and he stood there with that infuriating look of satisfaction.

“Like I said, just eye candy.” He says before he brushes past you, bumping your shoulder with his arm.

“Go fuck yourself” you mumbled, but he heard it.

“I don’t need to do that.” He shrugs his shoulder. “But from this little attitude you got, it sounds like you do.” He smirks, stepping close enough that your chest was brushing against his. “I’m sure one of your creepy, perverted fans would be more than happy to help you out with that.”

“I’m sure one of the random hookers you meet on the street would be more than happy to get in your car again.” You snapped back, and all he did was let a low chuckle slip through his lips.

“Trust me. Anybody would be happy to fuck me, but unlike you, I’m not desperate.”

“Your constant visits to the strip club say otherwise.” You quirk a brow, wanting to take a step back but you didn’t want him to think you intimidated him.

“Looking and touching are two different things.” He calmly states. “And why are you keeping up with my life anyway? Aren’t you supposed to hate my guts like you tell everybody?” The corner of his mouth tips up as he eyes you slowly. “Or are you just that obsessed with me?”

You were the one to scoff at that, shaking your head. “You’re so fucking conceited it makes me sick.”

He takes a step back and chuckles lowly. “And you’re the worst liar I’ve ever met in my life. You know why?” His voice had a new edge to it, filled with condescension.

You didn’t respond, only stared up at him with piercing eyes as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” He almost whispered, allowing his eyes to linger down to your lips and then to the deepening redness on your cheeks.

“I would never fuck you.” You spat, almost quite literally.

“Cause I’d never let you.” He quickly counters, taking another step back until there was a breathable distance between you again.

“I would never want to.”

Obviously he didn’t believe that, but you didn’t believe him either. You knew him pretty well simply because of all the time he takes out of his day to play these little tit for tat games with you, and for that reason, you knew there was some kind of motive behind his constant bantering and teasing. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t want your hands on him unless it was to strangle his throat, literally.

He eyes you again, making sure to hold that dark stare long enough to make you a little nervous. That always happened and you never really knew why. But then, he takes a step foward and closes the space between the two of you almost fully once again, and you felt your heart start to thump hard against your chest.

“Next time you lie to me, at least make it decently believable. Go practice in a mirror or something, cause I can practically read your mind right now and all I’m seeing is you wanting to get bent over and fucked until your body collapses. And I’m not opposed to a little pity fuck. If you want it that bad, I can be charitable.”

His words left you speechless staring up at him for a couple of seconds while he let his eyes linger down to your lips once more, almost as if he was debating to kiss them, but fighting against it. But then you snapped back to reality and realized who you were listening to that shit from and immediately felt the rage bubbling up inside again.

“If I ever gave you the opportunity to fuck me, it would be because my life’s being threatened and the only way to save it is to fuck the most arrogant motherfucker on the face of this earth.”

You watched yet again as his lips tipped upwards and his eyes seemed to have sparked something new within them, before he shrugged one shoulder and slid his tongue over his lips.

“That’s funny, actually, cause I remember one of your little friends telling me otherwise.” You knew exactly what he was talking about and felt yourself internally wanting to scream.

“I was so fucked up, Tyler. Like drunk off my ass. Whatever I said that night, I never meant it. Don’t let it go to your head cause I promise you the last thing I want when I get in my bed at night is you.”

“Yeah?” He challenges. “If that’s the case I wouldn’t hear you moaning my name when you’re alone in your hotel room. You know we’re on the same floor, right? My room is right next to yours. Didn’t know that, did you?”

You felt your cheeks burning, like a thousand fires were blazing beneath your skin. So yeah, maybe you’d been caught up about that but it wasn’t because you wanted Tyler. It was just that it was rather undeniable that the man would probably be mind blowing in bed. He carried himself with that cocky demeanor and that air of sexual energy around him that you just knew he would be outstanding but, that smart mouth and arrogant attitude kept you from even attempting.

“What’s the matter? Nothing to say? You’re not even gonna try to deny it?” He smirked. “You know, I was gonna pay you a little visit right after that cause I figured your fingers probably didn’t do you justice but, then I thought about it and decided it was best for everyone on our floor if I didn’t cause clearly you’re a little loud by yourself, you’d get us kicked out of the hotel if I was fucking you.”

You swallowed thickly and your eyes adverted down to the gold cross sitting over his hoodie, in an attempt to avoid those dark eyes. Tyler was surprised you had nothing to say back. Usually you always did. That’s when he realized he either took it too far and humiliated you or he just figured you out completely, calling you on this bluff that you can’t stand him.

“Why are you so silent all of the sudden?” He asks, taking a slight step closer. “I just called you out for fantasizing about me and you’re not even trying to choke me out right now. What is it, yn? Did you mean it when you imagined me being the one fucking you instead of these-“

He reached down and grabbed your hand, sliding his thumb over your fingers before you felt him cup your chin. He raised your head and your eyes locked with his.

“Did you want me to be the one making you moan my name? Cause you can admit it to me, and I can make it happen right now.” His voice was deeper, raspier, almost breathy and as much as you wanted to push back like you always did, this time, you knew it wasn’t going to happen.

You watched his adams apple bob in his throat, his eyes slightly softening before a new blaze ignited within him when you simply shook your head and said, “I want to be the one to make you moan my name, not the other way around.”

“I can’t make promises on that.” He said as you felt his hand tighten around your fingers, as if he was letting his nerves subtly get the best of him.

“I can.” You whispered, and within a split second you were pinned against the wall with his hands locking your wrists together above your head. You gasped out but it was caught by his lips landing on yours, as if he really was the one who had been desperate for this all along, like you already expected.

It was all happening so fast that you couldn’t even catch your breath but something about it had you instantly wanting more the second he pulled away and he saw that in your eyes, and being the arrogant man he is, all this did was fuel him. Start a fire that nobody would be able to put out until he was satisfied with the way he plans to absolutely ruin you.

His eyes glanced to the end of the hall before he looked back down at you. His lips were swollen and chest heaving, as if he was a caged animal dying to break free.

“We can’t do this. Not here.” You managed to breathe out, watching ideas swirl around in his mind until he thought of a specific place he’d always imagined would be good for fucking at, cause that’s just the type of shit he randomly liked to thing about.

That lead to him pulling you down the hall, feet rushed until you passed talent standing around. Neither of you wanted anyone to know what you were about to go do and everyone was under the assumption that the two of you despised each other so, needless to say you got some weird glances from eyes all around when you were spotted walking side by side, but nobody said anything.

He brought you to the showers that not many people prefer to use, because it was at the other end of the arena and there was another set of them closer to the locker rooms. In his mind those showers were installed for this specific reason. And you didn’t even know they were down there until you walked in and seen three stalls with only single curtains separating them from anyone who might walk in.

“This is risky.” You tell him the second you glance around the room. “Anyone could walk in.”

“And they’ll walk right back out.” He mutters as he wraps his arms around your lower back and pulls you into his chest, locking his lips with yours once again. All of those hesitations were immediately washed over with the way he was backing you up against the wall, his lips rhythmically moving against yours.

“Look who’s desperate now” you hummed against him when his hands moved down to your shorts, fingers hooking under the waistband before he pulled back, and yanked them down to your ankles with a smirk on his face. He came eye level with your exposed core and glanced up at you as he brought one finger to run down your folds.

“It’s still you.” He says as he collects the wetness on his digit. “You’re dripping for me right now.”

Your head fell back against the wall and you kept your eyes on the door, until you felt his fingers spread your folds, and his warm tongue immediately followed, sliding from your entrance to your clit, earning your hips to jolt towards him and a low “oh God” to slip out.

“No baby” he muttered against you. “It’s Tyler. only name you need to remember is mine, and I wanna hear you wear it out”

You felt his tongue slide up again, the warmth sending tingles through your entire body. Your mouth fell open and eyes screwed shut as you allowed it all in, and his eyes stayed trained on you with every single motion.

He brought his forearm up to pin your hips, keeping you still as he swirled and flicked his tongue over your pulsating clit, reveling in the mixed sounds filling the room. He felt your hands tangle up in his hair and tightly grasp a fitful, your body was so effortlessly reacting to him in a way he knew he’d be thinking about when it’s all over with and you two probably go back to despising one another.

He knew there wasn’t a likely chance he’d be able to do these things to you again, whether you craved it or not, so he was going to make the absolute most of it.

He tilted his head so his tongue could flick at a different angle, and judging by the way you inhaled a sharp gasp and exhaled a series of broken whimpers, he assumed you liked that.

“Knew you were gonna be a moaner” he smirks against you, his hot breath lingering against your sensitive skin. “Don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to let me do this”

You heard that, and much like him, you didn’t know how to keep your mouth shut. You attempted to recollect yourself but your words still came out as one long, drawn out moan when you looked down at him, locking eyes and said, “You just admitted how desperate you are to fuck me”

His tongue stilled and eyes narrowed, but only for a split second before he brought two fingers to your entrance and without warning, pushed them in and roughly curled them against that one sweet spot that he somehow effectively and effortlessly found.

Your eyes rolled back and head hit the wall again. “What was that, baby? You were saying something? What? That I’m desperate? Sounds like you’re the one that’s desperate right now, moaning and whimpering from just two of my fingers.”

He curled those fingers back and to, hitting that spot that kept you from being able to argue back, and he took pride in that.

“Nothing to say now, huh? You were just talking all that shit, now you can’t even speak properly. You’re to tight, so wet, you’re dripping to the floor right now and all I’ve done is touch you.”

You peered down at him, catching the view of his dark eyes watching you come undone above him. A smirk spread across his lips when he noticed your cheeks flushing, eyelids fluttering and you just couldn’t help it even if you wanted to.

His fingers skillfully pumped against you, making your whole body erupt with goosebumps covering every inch of your skin.

“Bet you’ve thought about this before. About me on my knees for you, getting a taste of this perfect little pussy while my fingers fuck into you. Bet that’s exactly what you wanted that night you were touching yourself in your hotel room, and I’m sorry baby, but I was under the impression that you couldn’t stand me. Or else I would’ve been doing this all night long.”

Just his words were making your head spin. His raspy voice and the condescending edge that you couldn’t admit you loved so much. You were on the verge of letting yourself fully succumb to him but, just as soon as that release approached, it was ripped away when he stilled his fingers and rose to his feet, keeping those digits curled against your g-spot, but not daring to do more.

You involuntarily arched off the wall and he smirked at that, but he didn’t allow anything else when he pulled those slender fingers out of you and brought that slick hand up to your throat, wrapping around it and slightly squeezing. His lips barely touched yours as he applied a little pressure, enough to make your head spin.

“I got something for that smart ass mouth.” He groaned, using one hand to push his shorts down to his thighs while the other one held that pressure on each side of your neck. “On your knees.” He demanded, and you did exactly as you were told.

You dropped to your knees, your eyes now giving his cock your full attention. You knew he’d probably be impressive but at full mass, standing tall and proud, he was massive. Or at least massive compared to anything you’d had before him.

You took his shaft with one hand and immediately felt his hand tangle up in your hair. You trailed your tongue from his shaft to the tip, swirling around it a few times just to see what he’d do, and that lead to him gripping a handful or your disheveled locks.

You cupped your lips around his tip, tasting the saltiness of the precum before you relaxed your throat and took in as much as you possibly could. He felt his tip hit the back of your throat and let a breathy groan pass through his lips, looking down as he watched his cock disappear between your puffy lips.

You held your eyes on him as you started bobbing, doing your best not to gag on his size but when he thrusted his hips forward, that was long forgotten.

“Fuck you’re pretty on your knees like that” he muttered, his brows furrowing as he kept snapping his hips.

You rotated both hands around the length that just wouldn’t fit in your throat as you continued sucking him in, letting him use your mouth and throat as he stilled you with his hand gripping your hair and thrusted faster instead.

He started panting, his heavy breaths lingering about in the air as you stared up at him, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes and there was no use trying to hold them back when he thrusted forward and knocked the back of your throat.

“Are those tears?” His voice was filled with that typical condescending edge and you wished you hated it as much as you say you do. “What’s wrong, y/n? I never took you for a crier before. Wonder if there’s some other ways I can make tears stream down that pretty face.”

You kept your mouth open as he fucked into it, unable to push your head back due to his hand still gripping a fistful of hair. You felt the tears sliding down your cheeks, new ones pushing the previous ones out every time his cock hit the back of your throat.

“God I love seeing you like this. Can’t even argue with me. Too busy getting my dick shoved down your throat.”

You watched as he pressed one hand to the wall, his upper body bending slightly over you as he started to slow the thrusts down, and a low reverberation of appreciation he would definitely deny, slipped past his lips when he felt your tongue flatten on the underside of his cock. Something he was probably going to miss when it’s all over with.

You felt his hand slowly unravel your hair and his fingers slide down your cheek until they cupped your chin. You pulled off of him with a soft pop and looked up at him. You were sure you had mascara staining your cheeks but, he liked it.

“Up” he demanded, and you rose to your feet. His eyes lingered to your swollen lips and his thumb came up to them, pressing against the pink, puffy flesh before he pulled your bottom lip down slightly.

“Still got that attitude?” He raspily whispered.

“I’ll always have this attitude.” You copped back, watching as an amused look lingered in his eye. He glanced down at your naked lower half and the wetness smearing your thighs. Then he leaned to the left and turned the shower knob, water casting down that you knew you were about to probably be under.

“You’re a mess. Should get you cleaned up.” His hands roamed from your hips up to the end of your gear, the tight top that he would deny, but he really liked when you wore. You let him slide it over your head and suddenly felt self conscious as you stood in front of him, fully naked so you grabbed the end of his hoodie and slid that over, and he stepped back to remove his shirt underneath, leaving him wearing nothing but that gold cross around his neck.

He nodded his head to the shower. “Don’t worry, I’m still gonna fuck the shit out of you.” He smirked as he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you in. You spun around the second the water casted down on you, scorching your skin until that heat was forgotten as he wrapped his arms around you and switched places, blocking most of the scolding hot drops.

“Wow, you actually did something nice for me.” You tease, feeling his thumb stroke your lower back.

“About to do a lot of nice things for you.” And then his lips were latched to your neck, his fingers found themselves intertwined in your soaked hair and all you could do was let the feeling in. The tingles on your skin mixed with the strange feeling of fire erupting through your veins and he was the cause of it all.

You sighed deeply as he walked you back, pinned again to another wall by his body pressing against yours. He was aiming to leave reddened patches over your skin and it wasn’t long before he pulled back and saw the mark he made, which would be a pretty nice sized hickey you’d have to lie to your friends about.

You stared up at him a bit breathless, and he looked down at you with lustful, impatient eyes. He had so many thoughts swirling through his head but the first thing he planned to do was make sure there was no way you wouldn’t be thinking about him every single night before you go to sleep from now on.

He reversed your places, now with his back against the shower wall that he planned to use for leverage. His hands found your hips and he lowered himself slightly, angling his hips forward so that his cock was positioned perfectly at your needy core.

His eyes caught yours just as his tip brushed over your heated skin, his hand wrapping around his shaft to keep it there as he slowly slid it around, teasing like you already expected from him.

“Not sure you can handle this, but I’ll let you try.” He smirked, and all that did was make you want to prove yourself to him so, you grabbed him in your own hand and adjusted his tip to your entrance before you angled your hips foward and pushed him in.

Right from the start he was overwhelmingly stretching you out. You could feel him taking every space between your walls and claiming it all with his size. You had to bite down on your lower lip to keep from whimpering, and he held his hips still, as much as he wanted to push in deeper, to give you time to adjust to him.

Your hands found his shoulders and his found your hips as he helped you take all of him, easing you through it until he felt his tip hit your cervix, proudly at that.

“Take your time” he whispered, and with no smart ass comment behind that remark, which was surprising.

But you, ever the sarcastic girl, shook your head and looked into his eyes, making sure he hears you when you say, “Don’t need to”

And with that, you started rocking your hips back and forth, his length stretching you to your limits with every move you made but deliciously so. It was a pain that you knew you weren’t going to be able to get enough of. Already addicting, you were fucked from this point on.

But that’s okay, because so was Tyler. He was doing his best to hide it, but the way you were gripping him so tight, sucking him right back in every time he glided out was making his head spin. He wanted more already and he knew that was going to be the case when the two of you go back to your normal after you leave the shower.

“Fuck” you breathed out, wincing when he pushed in deeper.

“Taking me better than I thought you would” be groans out of pure anticipation. He’s trying so hard not to get carried away and it’s not working out too well, because feeling your nails dig into his skin and watching your teeth sink into your lip is quickly becoming his weakness.

Your eyes peered open through the steam surrounding the two of you and you caught sight of his expression. For once he didn’t have that cocky arrogance even though his words were full of it. He looked like he’d completely succumbed to you. His eyes were focused solely on your reactions, filled with undeniable admiration even though you knew he’d never admit to that.

He kept his back pressed against the wall but his hips pushed against it, starting to go a little faster simply because he couldn’t help himself, and one of his goals was to hear you moan his name while he’s the one making you feel good.

You felt his fingertips dig into your skin, hands tightly gripping your hips as he guided your every move. You looked down to where his cock was disappearing inside of you, the feeling so intense you could hardly keep your head up.

Moans and whimpers quickly morphed into cries and whines of pure pleasure as he snapped his hips back and to, driving so deep inside of you that you could barely take it.

“That’s it baby, let me do all the work while you take my dick like a good girl. Matter of fact-“ he pulls out quickly, surprising you until he spins you around. You pressed your hands to the shower wall to keep steady and as soon as he entered you again, his fingers intertwined yours.

You arched your back and he leaned away slightly to watch as he fucked into you. Your ass jiggled each time his hips rocked into you and the look of that alone was almost too much for him, coupling that with your walls having a vice grip around him, this man was nearly done for.

Your cheek pressed against the wall, mouth couldn’t figure out how to stay shut for the first time as a list of unnatural noises came flying past your lips. And Tyler loved every single sound you made.

He folded over you, his lips finding your neck where he decided he just wanted to leave another purple patch in their place. Your head lolled to the side, letting him do whatever he wanted as he kept thrusting into you.

The sounds of your skin slapping and a mix of moans, whimpers and heavy breaths overpowered that shower water casting down on the tile but neither of you cared at that point.

He pulled off of your neck with a pop and his teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps skating down your whole body. His heavy breaths were puffed in your ear and you were quickly realizing you loved the sound of him like that, whether you liked that fact or not.

“Next time you touch yourself, this is what you need to think about” he breathily whispered, punctuating his words with harder thrusts. “And when your fingers aren’t leaving you satisfied, then you need to call me.”

Your eyes rolled back as he slammed into you. He leaned back and grabbed your hip, keeping your steady as he picked up the pace. You quickly started feeling your stomach coil, a pleasurable sensation that was taking over too rapidly to process.

“Oh my God” you cried out.

“I told you baby. Tyler. I’m the one you need to be crying out for. Only name that needs to come from those pretty little lips is mine.” He slams into you once again, now holding both of your hips as he thrusts with a speed that had you seeing flashes of white.

He grabbed a handful of your wet hair and pulled your head back, his lips coming to your ear once more.

“I don’t know what you’re gonna tell your little friends when they ask you why you’re walking funny” he mutters against your cheek, “or why there’s hickeys on your neck” he adds as he pulls out halfway, just to slam right back into you. “But I’d love to be there when you give them your bullshit explanation, and if you say any other man aside from me did that to you, I’ll fuck you right there in front of them.”

He leaned back up and gripped your hips again. “Cause baby, I’m not letting anyone take credit for the way I’m ruining you.” His fingertips grip your hips so tightly you’re sure they’ll leave red marks in their place. “And as much as you might wanna keep this our little secret, I’m just not sure you’ll be able to do that for very long. Not when I’m done with you.”

At that point you barely could comprehend him, but that was until he pulled out of you, just to spin you around. You came face to face with him again. He wanted to see what he was doing to you and needless to say, looking at how blitzed you were, he was pretty proud of himself.

He then wrapped his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. Your legs felt like noodles but you still managed to wrap them around his hips. There was a familiar sting when he pushed himself back into you but you quickly realized that you loved it, and unfortunately you were probably going to want it again after this.

He held you up as he rocked into you. The shower water had started running cold against his back but he didn’t care. He was so hyper focused on you that he didn’t even feel the ice droplets against his skin. And that man hates cold showers.

“You’re so pretty while you’re getting fucked” he huffed out. “Wish you could see yourself right now. See how fucking hot you look with my dick stuffed inside your perfect little pussy. All those marks on your neck. Fucking gorgeous just like I knew you’d be.”

Your mouth fell open but nothing but those inhuman sounds could come out. Your hands gripped his biceps and you felt his muscles stiffen beneath your touch. Your eyes fluttered to get a good glimpse of him but it was all so blurry. You were on the edge of an impending high and apparently he knew exactly what to do to bring you over.

“Next time you open your mouth to say some smart ass shit, remember my dick getting shoved down your throat, cause that’s exactly what ima do, baby. From now on, you’re gonna be a little nicer, or you’re gonna get that pretty throat ruined.”

You moaned at that for some reason you really didn’t even know, and especially when you felt his teeth scrape over your jaw, his lips peppering delicate kisses down your neck was such a stark contrast to the way he was fucking into you so roughly that your brain had completely checked out.

“I know you’re loving every second of this. I can feel it. Your pussy squeezing me so tight, can’t hardly let me pull out of you without sucking me right back in.” He rasps against your slick skin, reveling in the moans that are ripping through your lips. “You want to come on my dick so bad you’re shaking, baby. You’re practically begging for it.”

Your eyes fluttered open and caught his. His hair was slick against his skin, eyes low and rather hazy. He had sweat beads slipping down his temple and looked like the absolute picture of perfection, as much as you hated to admit it.

His lips landed on yours, taking you by surprise in that moment but you easily kissed him back. His tongue surpassed and entered your mouth, finding your own tongue as he slowed his thrusts down from hard, sharp snaps of his hips to slow, smooth and languid pushes in and out of you and for a moment it felt so intimate that you almost fought against it but, it also felt right, and you decided not to overthink that and just let it happen. You’d ignore the feelings it brings later.

His hands cradled your face as his tongue danced with yours. You felt his cock push back into you easily, yet carefully, and he held it there for a few seconds before he pulled halfway out, just to do it all over again.

He pulled his lips back and both of your eyes opened. For a moment you were both so caught up in the emotion that suddenly aroused, you both wondering why things just took such a turn but Tyler was quick to snap his hips and pick up the pace again, because like you, he didn’t want to overthink.

Caught by surprise once again, your head fell back against the shower wall his name rolled off the tip of your tongue way too easily.

“Fuck” he groaned when he heard it. “So fucking hot when you moan my name like that, angel. Fucking love it.”

“Please don’t stop Tyler, please, I’m so close I-“

“Wasn’t planning to, baby” he snaps his hips again and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He keeps you held up when he feels your body going limp, knowing your orgasm was about to rip through you and he was more than just ready for it.

Your eyes screwed shut as you held him tightly against you, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over until your entire body suddenly erupted with the warmth that you’d been aiming for, pure euphoria rolling through your veins as he rocked your through it.

“Fuck, oh my- Tyler! Fuck!” You were a babbling mess as you felt that high crash into you, along with his merciless hips. He thrusted three more times before he stilled those hips. Low grunts and groans of his morphed into the air with your higher moans and whimpers.

You were barely comprehensible at that point when you felt your feet get placed gently on the shower floor. He slid out of you but kept his face buried in the crook of your neck for a couple extra seconds, both attempting to catch your breaths.

After a minute or two, he picked his head up to look down at you. He now had tired eyes and a lazy smirk plastered on his face, but there was a lot of pride evident in those dark eyes and it immediately made your cheeks tinge red, though you tried to hide it by dropping your head.

That’s when you felt his finger curl under your chin and lift your gaze back to him. “Tell me again how you’d only let me fuck you if your life depended on it.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but do the same as you looked into his unusually soft eyes.

“I mean, I was feeling nice today. Don’t get used to it.”You shoot him a look as you step out the shower.

“You were not feeling nice today. Maybe you’re feeling nice right now, but not earlier you weren’t. You might as well just admit it, YN.” He steps out the shower and placed himself in front of you, leaning down to grab your clothes off the floor before he hands them to you.

“Admit what, Tyler?” You grabbed your clothes and gave him a cross look.

“That you just wanted me to fuck you.” He shrugs with a boyish grin, and as much as you do try to act like it annoyed you, it wasn’t so much anymore. Not as much as you wished it did, anyway.

“Why don’t you admit it?” You countered as you slipped on your shorts.

“That I wanted to fuck you?” He asks as he slips on his shorts and pops the band against his waist. “Okay, I mean, obviously. I just did, didn’t I? See I can admit things, but you never can. That’s your problem. You like to try to hide things to much.”

“Appreciate the advice, Dr. Phil, but I really don’t have anything to admit.” You crossed your arms after you slipped on your shirt. He hated that there were clothes on you again but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“Nothing?” He quirks his brow. “Nothing at all?”

You peered your eyes at him, noting how he was trying to act like he knew something he clearly didn’t. You shook your head and stepped back towards the door.

“Nope. But I need to go fix myself up before my friends see me looking like this and ask me what the fuck happened, thanks for that.” You bite out, but all he does is let his eyes linger down to those purple patches he left on your neck.

“Yeah, well, when you’re begging for more, you know where to find me.”

#hook aew #hook #aew hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook nation rise #aew dynamite #send hook

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February 15th - Dieter x gn!Reader

Happy Valentine's Day to @all-the-way-down-here !! I hope I did our boy Dieter right and gave him some well-deserved fluff.

February 15th

Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

WC: 1.5kish

Warnings: Fluffy x 100, language, suggestive convo, a teensy bit of straddling, talk of sexy times, Dieter doing The Most, established relationship.

Summary: Dieter finds out that you've never had a proper Valentine's Day. He goes to set that right, but can Dieter do anything with moderation? Probably not.

“This holiday is bullshit.”

You didn’t even stop typing to respond, more than used to Dieter’s opinionated outbursts. “Hmm?”

Dieter flopped over dramatically on the couch next to you. “Valentine’s Day. It’s total crap, you know? Corporate crap. Like I’m supposed to spend a bunch of money on cheesy heart-shaped chocolates or diamonds? Would you even want a diamond?”

You spared him a glance. “Do I seem like a diamond person to you?”

“No?”

You rolled your eyes and went back to the draft of your article. “Definitely not.” The clicking sound coming from your laptop keyboard filled the silence, although you could practically hear Dieter’s annoyed thoughts mulling around in his head.

“So why is it such a big deal? It’s tacky as hell,” he grumbled.

“I suppose,” you murmured.

Dieter poked at your thigh with one socked foot. “Surely what’s his name did something stupid for Valentine’s Day? Or what about what’s their face? Alex?”

You shook your head no, much to Dieter’s surprise. “I started dating Alex in March and it was over by Christmas. As for what's his name,” you said as you poked back at his foot, “he was overseas on a work trip for most of February. Cheating on me, as a matter of fact.”

Dieter froze. “You never told me that part.”

You gave him a small smile and opened your laptop again. “It’s fine. But I’ve never had a partner do anything for Valentine’s Day with me. I guess you’re right, anyway. Corporate crap.”

Dieter sat silent for a long while before popping up off the couch. He paused long enough to kiss your forehead before bounding out of the room. You were too engrossed in your work to notice the hushed phone calls he made from the kitchen.

Your dinner meeting at your favorite bistro went well, and you were eager to return to Dieter. He had promised you a quiet movie night at home, which sounded absolutely perfect. Your deadlines had been stressing you out so much, and he knew it.

When you walked through the front door, you were greeted by roses. Red roses. Dozens upon dozens of long-stemmed red roses. Tall crystal vases stuffed with the most beautiful roses covered almost every surface. Where there weren’t vases there were piles of rose petals sprinkled liberally, leading a path toward the living room.

“Dieter?” you called out, taking care not to trip over the countless candles that led you down the hallway. “Babe?”

You turned the corner and almost gasped at the sight. The room was filled with even more red roses and candles of all sizes, along with a heart-shaped ring of rose petals in the middle of the room.

And Dieter. Standing in nothing but boxers and a red robe, holding a single rose.

White boxers. With red hearts all over them.

You were dumbfounded, mouth hanging open. “What…did you do?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he said with a crooked smile. He held the rose up to his mouth and bit down on the stem, immediately recoiling and throwing it to the ground. “Fuck, that one has thorns.”

You laughed and walked over to him, examining his face. “Oh my god, are you alright?”

He pouted and wrapped his arms around your neck. “No, I think I need mouth-to-mouth.”

You couldn’t resist him when he pouted, which was something that he took advantage of often. But really, how could anyone withstand those big brown eyes and full lips? You were only human. You tilted your chin up and pressed your lips to his, a quick little peck.

“Cured?” you asked.

“Not even close,” he replied, brushing his lips against yours before kissing you with more force. He was greedy, pulling you against him while his tongue begged for entry. You could feel a throaty little moan when you opened your mouth to him and relished the feeling of his warm solid torso under your hands as you snaked your arms around him, pushing the robe aside.

You broke the kiss when the need for oxygen became too great to ignore. “Now you’re definitely resuscitated.”

A boyish grin spread across his face. “For now. Okay, so. I have things for you.”

“Things?” you asked, looking around the room. All you could see were flowers.

Dieter took you by the hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. Like the other rooms before, every surface was covered in candles and rose petals. Spread out across the bed were…well, definitely things. He hadn’t been lying.

“Ok, so, this is supposed to be really fun. It’s body paint! The lady said it tastes like strawberries. Which can go with the actual strawberries that are over there,” he said, pointing at the side table. “Then this paint is chocolate flavored, I think? And this one…well, it’s whipped cream. You probably know what that is.”

You laced your fingers with his, stopping his frantic explanation. “This all looks fun, babe. But…I thought you hated this holiday? Said it was bullshit?”

Dieter looked sheepish. “Yeah, I said that.”

You tilted your head, trying to read the emotion in his eyes. “So, what changed between this morning and now? Not that I’m not grateful, this is…well, insane.”

He chuckled. “Do you know how hard it was to find this many red roses in LA in six hours? Called about fifty flower shops.”

You smiled and kissed the back of his hand, waiting for him to continue.

He cleared his throat. “It’s the first time either one of us has been in a relationship - a good relationship - over Valentine’s Day. It was your first one, and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

You felt like your heart had cracked open, spilling warmth through every vein. “You couldn’t fuck this up, love. I promise. I wasn’t expecting anything at all, you know?”

Dieter looked serious- more serious than you were used to seeing him. “You deserve it. Everything. You deserve everything.” For someone who always had big feelings, Dieter often struggled with vulnerability. It had taken some time for him to understand that you were a safe person for him to express his worries and insecurities. You knew that when he said I didn’t want to fuck it up, he meant I didn’t want to fuck us up.

You kissed him with everything you had, tangling your fingers through his curly hair. He blindly pushed all of his purchases out of the way as he settled on the edge of the bed, pulling you down to straddle his lap.

“I like you like this,” he said with a lusty grin.

“I like your boxers,” you replied, rocking your hips slowly back and forth.

Dieter licked his lips. “Shit, baby. That feels so good. Think you’re wearing too many clothes though.”

“Better do something about it, Bravo,” you commanded. “Better grab that whipped cream too.”

You and Dieter spent the night trying everything that he had bought - the edible paint was fun but messy, the whipped cream was sticky but delicious, the candy cock ring made you laugh hysterically- and after multiple orgasms, two quick naps, and a shower, you had collapsed back into bed together.

“Babe?” you said softly.

“Yeah?” he replied, dragging his fingers slowly up and down your bare back.

“I love you.” It wasn’t the first time or even the hundredth time that you had told him this, but by the way he squeezed your arm you could tell he needed to hear it.

“I love you too,” he replied. “Did you have a good Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. Certainly was memorable. That edible g-string was a bad choice, though.”

Dieter scoffed. “Hey, you said I looked good in it.” That just made you giggle more.

You looked up at him. “Hey. You don’t ever have to go over the top to show me that you love me, ok? Just being with you is enough.”

Dieter’s eyes welled up with tears. “Ok, no more over-the-top stuff. Damn, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever-” He was cut off by the gate alarm. Someone was here.

“It’s 5 in the morning. What the hell?” You worried that it was some psycho fans trying to get pictures with him; it had happened before.

Dieter looked confused, then it dawned on him. “Fuck, it’s the car service.”

“The what?” Now it was your turn to look confused.

“The car service. To take us on the sunrise hot air balloon ride,” he replied, typing the code into his phone to open the gate and jumping up out of bed.

“To take us on the what now?” you exclaimed, eyes wide when Dieter held out your clothes to you.

Dieter grinned. “Ok, one more over-the-top thing. That’s it, I swear!”

Like you believed him. Like Dieter could love you in any other way.

“Valentine’s Day continues!” he exclaimed with a kiss. A promise of much more fun yet to come.

#happy valentine's day #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x gn!reader #dieter my beloved #i've got a lot of feelings right now i don't know #the bubble #dieter bravo fanfic

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Susceptible - Jack Delroy/Reader

Warnings: Fully clothed grinding, very slight dirty talk, very light exhibitionism in a sense, no use of Y/N, female-hinted reader because of skirt/makeup mentions but other than that there's no real gender mention.

Wordcount: 4950

Summary: You spent a small fortune getting a ticket to Carmichael Haig's show on the promise of his new act showing his audience something the world has never seen before, as well as the possible attendance of one Jack Delroy, but will two hours of bullshit be worth the risk?

Notes: There is SO MUCH BUILDUP I'm so sorry I'm so weak for worldbuilding and plot I swear the other one I have planned will be shorter OTL I have never written a reader before but I am a huge fan of them, especially the DDverse ones I've been binging oop, so I hope this is a good first attempt! It's been a few years since I've written anything like this and probably a good decade or so since I last posted anything, so here's hoping I post more in the upcoming future~ This is also completely unbetaed so if you see any mistakes please let me know <3 The Manhattan Center is also real but didn't fit my needs entirely so I mashed it together with the theatre I went to as a kid lol

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Carmichael Haig was back in town and you had no idea why you were here.

He had left for what felt like both forever and not nearly long enough for a few months to do his tour, seeing his smug face everywhere you looked between both digital and paper news and making your distaste grow a little more each time. You had been fond of his trickery for a time, but his move from magic man to skeptic had sucked all the fun out of the act, his determination to not only find the real but humiliate the fakes way past annoying to straight up sickening to you by this point. Tonight’s show proved to be another big presentation of the latter you’d decided when it’d been announced officially, promoted by your favourite talk show host - and current celebrity crush - Jack Delroy; his smile was wide for the cameras but it didn’t reach his eyes, you could always tell between them by now and he did not seem to be as pleased as the two talked about it that night.

‘I’m going to show the world something they’ve never seen before,’ Carmichael had said, his usual smug look in place as he hammed it up for the cameras like he could really pull that off, Jack running with it like the patron saint of patience he had to be.

‘Big talk, you sure I can’t convince you to give our wonderful audience a taste tonight?’ he asked, the crowd cheering at the mere thought of getting to experience his new act an entire month early, but if there was even an iota of temptation within him to share he hid it perfectly. He waved the offer away to everyone’s disappointment, Jack pouting on everyone’s behalf and putting those big eyes on display as his own plea; the ratings, you imagined, would be wonderful for a segment like this when his show was already starting to slip down the line, but even that was no use.

‘You’ll all get a chance to see it on the 13th,’ he promised them as he turned to face the audience, the place and date scrolling across the bottom of the screen yet again, they’d been flashing it every single time it was mentioned to the point where you were sure you’d see it in your sleep tonight, rolling across the bottom half of your dream. ‘Or, those of you who’ve been able to get your tickets will, we’re selling out fast,’ he smirked with a tip of his glass, yet another thing that’d been brought up and hammered home; you’d gone to the Manhattan Center to check a couple days ago, just out of curiosity, the ticket price absolutely ridiculous to the point that you were convinced they’d never sell out, but now you guessed your distaste of him wasn’t as widespread as you’d secretly hoped.

Jack slapped his leg in mock disappointment, Carmichael looking back to him at the sound. ‘Guess you’ll have to tell me all about it the next time you’re back in town, I had asked Gus to pick one up for me but it seems he missed that call,’ he joked, Gus’ surprise at the blame of his absence being placed on him getting a big laugh as his face fell and he tried to explain himself.

Carmichael placed an understanding hand on Jack’s shoulder and leaned in closer, the other man leaning in in return as if to receive some kind of secret. ‘Well then, it’s a good thing my date canceled on me,’ he retorted, and when he pulled his hand back he revealed a ticket, Jack’s eyes going wide as he accepted the gift with a big smile, pointing to it before shaking Carmichael’s hand with a thanks.

Ah, so that was why you were here again.

You knew you’d never be able to get a seat on Night Owls because the thought of Jack seeing you in the crowd made you blush all the way to your shoulders, even on your bravest of nights you hadn’t been able to even call and see if there were any tickets left, but to maybe share an audience with him? To sit in the same room as him where you could steal glances if you were able to find him, with no risk whatsoever of him catching the way your eyes lit up when you looked at that handsome face, that dangerously attractive body? That was doable.

It had cost an arm and a leg to convince that scalper to hand over one of the tickets he was parading around outside the Center, but it was worth it as you stepped inside, your heart racing because, unless he wanted to risk the aftermath of Carmichael calling him out for not going, he was here; somewhere in this building was the man you’d been dreaming about since his debut a few years ago, the one you watched nearly every night without fail just for that hour where he looked at you, talked to you, noticed you even if it was through a camera, and that was all you’d needed until tonight.

You’d gotten a pretty shitty seat despite the price but you didn’t mind, it actually worked out for you considering you weren’t actually there to see the show but to look for someone in the seats in front of you, and you hoped that you’d be able to spot him from where you were in the far back corner. As long as he wasn’t, say, the exact opposite of you then you probably stood a chance of at least a glance, since his ticket came from Carmichael himself you guessed that it was probably close to the front if not front row center just to mess with him and prove that he’d come, and you felt all the hair rise on your arms and neck when Carmichael walked on stage early to very loudly greet someone who’d just walked in.

There he was, leaving his seat to meet the other man in the middle, and he was so much further than you expected but it was still him, big smile in place, hair perfectly combed, his crisp suit being wrinkled by Carmichael’s hands as he gave him a showy hug, and he was beautiful. You froze in the middle of the row, unable to finish the walk as your eyes stayed on him, the people trying to get by you not as starstruck as they attempted to squeeze past when you ignored their presence.

‘Sorry,’ you murmured as you sat as fast as you could, eyes still trained on him as he waved to the crowd to prove that yes, he did honour the gift and was there to see this big new act he’d been promised. You let out an embarrassingly needy whine when he sat back down and you became unable to see him again, the mass of bodies behind him obscuring all but a sliver of the back of his head from this angle, and you’d be damned if you had to spend the next 2 hours stuck like this at a Carmichael Haig show of all things. The person at the end of the row finally arrived and you made your move, hurrying down and taking one last glance before getting ready to make this whole thing a little more bearable. ‘Excuse me,’ you nearly stuttered as the person, a man older than yourself who definitely gave off the air of being a Carmichael fan, looked up at you, ‘would you want to trade seats with me? I was really looking forward to the show but I was too late to grab an aisle seat.’

It’s a blatant lie but the quick glance from before proved that you could see him better from there, and the chance of getting to look at him for the next two hours was worth the look the man gave you at the request.

‘Which one are you?’ he asked, looking down to the few empty spaces still waiting for their owners, and you pulled out your ticket to double check, seeing that it was R51; wow, you didn’t realize how far away R was from A until you saw it firsthand. He looked back down to your seat and considered it, looking you over midthought when he thought you weren’t looking, and he almost got away with it if not for the fact that you felt his eyes on you. ‘$100,’ he decided, the offer knocking the wind right out of you.

‘What? The seat was already $350,’ you choke, giving away the fact that you were really, really late to the party.

‘Take it or leave it, I had the sense to order on time,’ is all he says to that, and you looked back at your possible view before sighing heavily and reaching for your wallet; goddamnit, Jack, if only he knew how worth it he was. You hand over the money and step aside, the man pocketing his fee and leaving the seat for you as promised, and the view is just barely better but there he is again, perfectly in view due to what can only be a miracle, the hole in your wallet feeling a little less big as you watched him turn his head to talk to someone, giving you a perfect side view.

He really was handsome, captivating even from this distance, and you swoon a little as the audience finished filling out, the lights dimming and obscuring your view a little more save the grace of the stage lights that illuminate him from the front as Carmichael walked back out on stage and started the show. You’d never been one for spacing out but you couldn’t take your eyes off him, the $450 price tag of this shitty aisle seat all for him and not feeling so bad even as Carmichael charms everyone around you. He didn’t look to the side that often, you guessed he didn’t actually know his neighbour since the seat was a gift, but the times that he did, where he laughed or sighed at the theatrics or even put his face in his hand because he wasn’t having too much fun, were all cataloged away in your head forever, the perfect souvenirs to last you a lifetime of home viewing after this.

At about an hour in according to your old watch, Jack looked about ready to get up and find any reason to leave, which you couldn’t blame him for, the acts themselves were pretty damn good you realized in the times you actually paid attention, but it was getting so tiring to see Carmichael explain away all of their tricks, to see the joy leave their faces at being called a fraud or having all their mysteries revealed, and it was clear Jack felt the same down in row A. After a particularly rough walk-off from a woman who was trying very desperately to convince Carmichael that she could really read his mind and ending up with the humiliating reality that everything he answered to was false to get her to out herself, you noticed that when you looked back to his seat that Jack isn’t there, and you were in the middle of wondering where he went when the person coming up the aisle came into view so suddenly that it took your breath away.

It was Jack, his brow twitching slightly to keep a neutral face, his footsteps heavy as he tried not to stomp and draw attention to the fact that that last one really pissed him off, his hands already reaching into his suit pocket for something. You tried not to stare the closer he got but it was hard, years of being able to look all you want training your brain to look look look as he approached, and you forced yourself to stare straight ahead at the stage as he reached you. Your hands were clenched tight in your lap as he went to pass row R, and you were in the middle of thinking you were going to make it when he fumbled the small box in his pocket and dropped it with a low curse, the cigarettes he apparently smoked bouncing to the side and coming to a stop between your recently shined shoes.

Your head snapped down so fast you felt it in your neck as he came to a stop beside you, the two of you locating the box at the same time, and you stiffened as he reached for it before realizing how rude that would be despite his own sour mood. ‘I’m sorry, could I bother you for a second,’ he asked, his smile back in place despite being a bit tense, and you stuttered out a confirmation as you leaned down to pick them up.

‘I didn’t know you smoked,’ you blurted out before you could stop yourself, Jack’s hand frozen in midair as he reached for the box, his smile relaxing a little as he looked from your hand to your face.

‘Did I find myself a Night Owl in this sea of skeptics?’ he wondered aloud, your cheeks brightening in a way that really made you pray it was dark enough not to notice.

‘I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,’ you lie, and he crouched down so he could hear your whispers as the crowd reacted to the next act.

‘I take it you’re also not very impressed,’ he figured, hitting the nail on the head based on your expression alone. He chuckled at your silent confirmation and looked back down to the cigarettes, his fingertips just barely touching yours as you both held it, you didn’t even know when he’d grabbed it and you let go before it got awkward, but he didn’t seem to notice. ‘Well, if you don’t tell my producer that I’m smoking again, then I won’t tell Haig that you didn’t like his show, deal?’

You sucked in a breath as he moved the box to his left hand, offering up his right for a handshake this time to seal the deal, your heart pounding as you shook on it, his smile more genuine than you’d seen all night, you could always tell. He stood back up as the act finished and Carmichael went back to his disproving, his mood dropping again as his need to escape rearose. You both offered a look of disdain at the stage before he stood back up to move again, something stopping him midstep before he turned on his heel and leaned back down to you, a shiver running down your spine at how close he was so he could be heard.

‘Have you ever been to one of my shows?’ he asked, genuine curiosity in his voice, his warm breath accidentally hitting your neck and rendering you unable to do anything but glance at him and shake your head no. ‘You’d have a much better time, I’ve got some great stuff coming up,’ he pitched, either completely unaware of your predicament or just used to people acting like this around him, either way he didn’t react when your eyes couldn’t help but flicker down to watch him lick his lips so fast you almost missed it. ‘The next one’s already booked up but if you go down to the studio and give them this card, you should be able to get a spot for a night you’re free, I'd like to see you there.’

He pulled out his wallet and grabbed a business card, flipping it around to the blank side on the back before resting it on the arm of the chair. A pen was found next, and he scribbled a quick note to the ticket seller on it on your behalf, signing it and handing it over with that big showman smile of his. You took it and placed it in your own wallet, the previous hole instantly filled with its presence, his mood clearly raised by the interaction as he wished you a quick goodbye and resumed his journey outside, oblivious to the fact that you were about to disrupt the entire theater if you didn’t find a place to scream and fast.

You gave him a few minutes to reach the doors before jumping to your feet and making for the bathroom, your heels clickclacking on the tile the entire way until you found the correct door. The place was empty, which was great because once you caught sight of yourself you knew that it was bad enough he saw you this way, no one else should get the pleasure; your face was redder than you’d ever seen it, your pupils blown from the exchange and you could’ve sworn you could actually see yourself shaking you were buzzing so hard, your grin so wide anyone else would’ve assumed that Santa had just given you the toy you’d always wanted for Christmas early.

You tried to calm yourself as you ripped off some paper towels and dampened them, patting them against your cheeks and neck to bring your body temperature back down to a normal person’s, carefully avoiding your makeup that you were thankful you spent the time putting on just on the ultra rare off chance you’d run into him. When you were ready to go back - and after a quick internal debate on whether you should try and meet him outside for another, less hushed conversation already - you made sure to calm your breathing before heading back out there, taking a quick moment to look for him before making the trek back to your seat.

When you got back you noticed that no new act was on, Carmichael already talking to the audience and projecting himself up on the screens for all to see, you rolling your eyes as you collapsed into the rich red velvet and preparing for more of his bullshit until Jack returned, if he felt like it that was. Everyone around you was concentrating on his words, staring right ahead as the theater fell silent save for his voice and the sound of a ticking clock; ah, he was trying to hypnotize everyone, that must’ve been his big final act that he’d promised his audience. You weren’t impressed, you’d tried to be hypnotized before at a party in your youth, it hadn’t worked then so it wasn’t going to work now you knew, so you sat back and prepared to at least enjoy whatever he was going to make the audience do.

Your thoughts went back to Jack as Carmichael’s voice slowly got drowned out, the ticking a bit louder in your ears despite the distance, but you didn’t mind because it was nonsense anyway, ‘Now who’s the skeptic,’ you think to yourself as you sink deeper into your chair. You vaguely heard the words, ‘Your greatest desire,’ in your ear before you felt a hand on your shoulder, your eyes leaving the stage to travel up until you saw Jack standing just behind you in the aisle, his smile from before now more like a smirk as he motioned towards the doors like he wanted you to follow him.

You looked back at the stage as Carmichael invited someone from the audience up to stand with him, some poor hypnotized fool who was bound to be humiliated along with everyone else who stood with him tonight, and you decided that you’d rather not see that again before standing and following Jack. There was a small hallway between the theater and the doors on that side of the back wall, the two of you out of view from everyone else but Carmichael’s voice still reaching, and you were about to wonder if he was leading you outside to just leave or talk when he turned and pushed you against the wall with a muffled thud. Your back met cold paint as your chest met with his, your eyes locking as he cornered you where no one could see, a confidence he saved for the cameras now focused solely on you as he looked you over the same way you’d done to him a thousand times over.

‘I couldn’t wait for you to come to my show,’ he whispered, his voice impossibly low as he held you in place, a knee parting yours and making you gasp, ‘you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’

‘You’re just telling me what I wanna hear,’ you managed to get out, his eyes closing as he leaned in to grin against your cheek.

‘Is it working?’

You didn’t dare answer but you might as well have because your silence was enough to spur him into action, your head falling back against the wall as he started to kiss your neck, your hands grasping at anything because this was crazy. The man you’d wanted for years was kissing you not even 30ft away from a room full of people, anyone could come around the corner at any second and catch you, and you bit your lip at the thrill of it all. You’d had dreams like this before, ones that left you panting into your pillow when you awoke, but the real thing was so much better as he sucked a mark into your soft skin, your hand leaving his arm to cover your mouth lest you alert anyone within hearing distance to your current predicament.

You let him do as he pleased, let him ran his hands over your sides and down to the edge of where your lifted skirt was resting against his thigh, your legs shaking as your body tried not to grind against him; it was only due to him holding you that kept you standing as a matter of fact and he seemed fully aware of it as his nails scratched softly against your bare leg. He seemed to love all your reactions to what he did, he was in the entertainment business after all, every noise of approval that slipped through your fingers must’ve been like music to his ears but you had to hold back no matter how much you wanted to indulge him. Being denied what he wanted only made him work harder for it, the assault on your neck moving to your shoulder and collarbone instead of your covered lips, your mouth watering for just a taste as he started to move against you, one hand pulling your waist away from the wall by your lower back as the other moved up and under your skirt.

The first grind of his body against yours was decadent, you swore you could feel it in your soul the way he wanted you just as much as you’d wanted him, like he’d been watching you back through the screen for years and also craved this very moment, and now that he was getting it he wasn’t going to stop, you didn’t want him to stop. You’d never seen him act anything like this before in all his years on TV, a greedy flash of excitement running through you at getting to see such a new side of him quickly overcome by pleasure as he cupped your ass and pulled you even closer. You knew you couldn’t get undressed here, if you’d made it to the bathroom then maybe he’d be doing more but he hadn’t lasted even that long, but even with that desire being restrained you still wanted him here and now. Never in your life had you been this desperate for release but he was bringing out a demon inside of you that desired and needed and wanted so much that you were willing to throw your modesty out the fucking window for just a second of his hot skin pressed against your own, but this would have to do while the show still went on.

‘Jack…’ you moaned as your hand, moist from your panting, gripped his arm once again, Carmichael’s voice getting louder in the distance as you grew closer to your release.

‘Come home with me,’ he begged into your ear, his movements getting rougher as he also grew close, you knew you’d both have to leave before everyone saw you but it was worth it, god it was so worth it. ‘I want to have you all to myself, I need to taste you-’

You bit your lip and led his face away from your neck so you could look into his eyes, his mouth parted as he tried to control his own panting, he was coming apart at the seams for you right here in the hallway, the ticking in your ears either your heartbeat or a clock far away. You moaned his name again as you felt the heat build in your stomach, your back arching and pushing your body into him even more as the door to your right opened.

‘Dreamer, here, awake!’

All at once your knees gave out and you collapsed to the floor before that final wave could push you over the edge, your head heavy and your vision swimming as the body against yours vanished into nothing. ‘Are you okay? What happened?’ Jack’s voice from above asked as his worried expression came into view, the smell of rain and cigarette smoke invading your senses; the sound of the audience in a similar state of confusion drifted around the corner as Jack crouched down next to you, just back inside from his break from the show, the realization that you weren’t as immune to hypnosis as you’d thought hitting you like a bucket of cold water. You just panted in shock, surprise, and waning lust as Jack looked you over in concern, your hands moving to pull the bottom of your skirt down to cover your exposed legs in embarrassment, the scratches you were so certain he’d left behind not there, because he hadn’t been there.

‘I’m fine,’ you force yourself to say after you’d caught your breath, Jack believing you but still helping you to your feet like a gentleman, of course he would never act that way, that was only how you’d wanted him to act, you’d had dreams like that for god’s sake, the real Jack would never-

‘Is the show over?’ he asked as the roar of people applauding overtook the chatter, Carmichael now silent, and you avoided his eye as you started to edge towards the way out.

‘I think so.’

‘What was the big mind-blowing act?’

You put a little distance between yourself and him but he didn’t notice, Jack heading for the corner so he could look at the stage as he waited for your reply. ‘He hypnotized everyone,’ you answered curtly, his reaction big and full of surprise as he looked over the size of the crowd in an awe that wasn’t present for the first hour and a half.

‘Everyone? You should’ve come found me, I would’ve loved to see that.’ He was still looking at the room beyond, your eyes on him as he watched everyone else.

‘I got a little overwhelmed,’ you mumble, and he finally looked at you with that same concerned expression again, and it’s too much after what you’d just thought you’d seen, your eyes finding the floor.

‘What did he make you see?’ he asked, his curiosity quiet but still there under the concern, but you couldn’t answer him. ‘Do you need a ride home, or are you okay to drive?’

He’s too kind, he would never act that way, he would never say that to you.

‘I took a cab, I’ll be fine,’ you tried to say, but still you quickly found yourself being led to the front door as the audience swarmed around you, his hand on your back to make sure you stayed standing, a true gentleman. It had started raining while you were inside which explained the scent pairing with the smoke that covered up his cologne, and you just stood under the marquee as he hailed a cab for you as the sea of skeptics washed around you like rushing water. You hopped inside but he didn’t shut the door right away, leaning down in the rain once you were seated, and for a moment you wondered if he was going to get in when he spoke.

‘I do hope you come to my show, preferably Friday’s, it’s gunna be a good one, I promise,’ he said with that big genuine smile again, your heart pounding as your cheeks glowed red for a reason other than embarrassment as you gave him a small nod.

‘I’ll be there,’ you promised back, and he tapped the roof of the cab before shutting the door and letting you go. You looked out the back window as you drove away, the both of you waving as he ducked back inside and out of the rain, and as soon as you turned back around to face forward you found yourself reaching for your wallet. His card was in your hands as you looked it over, all in all it was an uninspiring, plain business card, and you flipped it over to read what he wrote for the ticketmaster on the back.

Wait for me by the back entrance at 11:00 Phil will let you in JD

Your cheeks turned red again as you put the card away, the cab driver giving you a look in the rearview mirror as you held your nearly empty wallet, now with one business card, to your thumping chest. Oh yeah, it definitely was all worth it after all.

#Ray's Readers #david dastmalchian #jack delroy #jack delroy/reader #would you believe I wrote this over a few hours listening to a dramatic cover of Dear God cause I loved the vibes lmao #completely wrong vibes but it's SUCH a good cover guys #it's pretty tame for this one but yeah full disclosure there's probably gunna be lots of hands focus in my writings #his are Beautiful and Perfect and Very Attractive and I am W E A K okay

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