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hearts4chriss · 2 months

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Spoiled rotten.

boyfriend!Chris! + spoiled!black fem gf

Prompt: in which in all ur relationships prior to Chris, they’ve never treated you right or made you feel appreciated, as ur bestfriend, he couldn’t stand that anymore he made a move and he changes all that for you, and better. He spoils you Rotten.

Part 9

Contains: lots of kissing, hella money spent, fast/rough fingering in the car, recently established relationship ( like 4ish months ), fem!oral, modeling all the new things he bought you turns into👀, overstimulation, Chris has his drivers license in this, fluff towards the end

Chris and I had been together for around 4 months and I swear he’s the best boyfriend I could’ve ever asked for.

Prior to him I had been treated like shit, guys not taking me out, name calling never getting flowers just bare minimum. And Chris hated seeing that so he confessed his feelings which were mutual too mine and we’ve been together ever since.

Chris is the youngest of the sturniolo triplets who are all my bestfriends, they’ve made a lot of progress and money on YouTube and I’m so proud of them. I told Chris not to spend any of his money on me but that didn’t end well.

Ever since we’ve started dating he’d taken me to the nicest restaurants in LA, always buying me flowers randomly not just special dates, always buying me things ( not that I’ve asked ), and just treating me like a princess.

I’ve loved every second of it, and it’s not even just that, whenever we have sex I don’t feel like shit after, he takes care of me, treats me good and praises me.

Today Chris insisted on taking me on a shopping spree because I’ve had a really rough week with modeling and mentally just been exhausted even when I told he didn’t have to but he wanted to do it for me.

“babyyy you ready?” Chris calls from upstairs

I walk out of our shared room wearing a long fitted grey skims body-con dress hugging my curves really showing off my figure, along with my new different shades of cream coloured Jordan’s that Chris and I have too match and my new 30 inch bussdown that I had installed last week he insisted on paying for even though I told him I got it.

Chris licked his lips hungrily as I walked down the stairs and approached him immediately gravitating his hands to my waist.

“God princess ur so fucking pretty yk that?” He placed a kiss on my lips and I smiled widely at his compliment.

“Thank you baby.” I chuckle and smile at the way he’s looking at me.

“Like- really good- like “we might not make it too the mall” good.” Chris pressed himself into me already feeling his dick pressed against my thigh.

“Chrisss, come on you said I get too go shopping.” I teased walking towards the car and he smacks my ass and I shriek letting a chuckle slip from his lips.

“Ur a freak.” I giggle as he opened the door for me and I got in.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, I’m tempted to do something to you right now ma.” He smirked climbing in the car beginning to drive.

The drive was pretty smooth but always LA traffic hits and Chris’s hand had slowly been creeping up my thigh and it had me soaked, the way his hands felt through the thin fabric made me desperate for his fingers.

I began to shift in my seat anxiously waiting to see if he’d notice this.

he chuckled immediately sliding my dress up carefully pressing his middle and ring finger to my panties already feeling how soaked they were with arousal.

“already so fucking wet.” He mutters and I spread my legs giving him easier access and he clearly liked that.

“Such a good girl.” Chris smiled as I slid my panties off and his fingers get to work at my needy core.

I moaned softly feeling him circle my clit as I shuddered biting my lip waiting for him to move faster.

“don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good I promise.” He kissed me again deeply as we were in traffic allowing this too distract as he inserted his fingers into my pussy immediately closing around him.

“fuckk chris.” I moan out softly rolling my eyes back as I tried to make sure none of my wetness dripped on his seat.

He sighed and laughed a bit when he noticed.

“relax princess I want it on my seat, ur the only one allowed in this seat.” He pressed a kiss to my ear as he says this still knuckles deep inside me hitting my g-spot repeatedly now making me cry out.

“can’t wait till you cum all over my fingers so I can taste you.” He said almost in a growl like tone as a moan slipped from my glossy lips not letting up his fingers perfectly going against my walls.

“shit-“ I groan throwing my head on the seats when he curved his fingers into my pussy more desperate to make me cum quicker then normal.

“fuck Chris!” I yelp gripping onto the console of the car and he grabs my hand placing a kiss too it sending warmth too the rest of my body.

“your almost there pretty girl just hold my hand yeah?”Chris placed a loving kiss on my cheek and I nodded holding his hand loving how the tattood initials of my name in cursive rested on the middle finger.

“Mmph Fuckk I’m cumming!” And with that alone and his every dirty word made me squirt all over his fingers letting it drip out onto my seat letting me catch my breath.

“Lift up for me baby.” He said softly placing a pink towel down for me and wiping off the seat with cleaning wipes before sitting me back down fixing my dress.

“Fuck you now my legs are sore-“ I roll my eyes playfully he chuckles pulling into the mall parking lot.

“Well lucky for you, we are here, ready to get spoiled rotten sweetheart? Because that’s exactly what im gonna do.”

I sighed giving a smile and nod as he held my hand and we walked into the mall

Chris was not fucking kidding

whenever I touched something in each store he would put it in the cart and buy it which resulted in WELL over 5000 spent on me which he didn’t have to do but hell I’m never turning down free shit from this man.

We went too Victoria secret, prada, footlocker and dior. He kept reassuring me.

“go ahead baby whatever you want it’s yours”

“Don’t worry about me this is all for you princess you deserve it”

“Can’t wait to see how pretty my girl looks in all these clothes”

It was honestly bringing tears to my eyes from how sweet and thoughtful he was.

Eventuallyyy we did make it back to the house carrying allll the bags in upstairs too our shared bedroom.

Chris sat eagerly on the bed as he could not wait to see me try on these clothes, specifically the lingerie.

now I’d never worn lingerie for anyone before but I wanted to give it a try and Chris convinced me so I bought a few ( 21 ) sets.

I was now in our bathroom slipping on one of the sets that I really liked

it was a one piece thong body suit and it hugged my curves which I really liked and pushed my tits up a bit and I felt like it was definitely a lot and I was nervous to show him.

Nonetheless I sucked in a breath and opened the bathroom door meeting a very shocked and turned on Chris.

his eyes wandered my body as I smiled giving him a small spin he lets out a faint “fuck” and I felt wetness immediately shoot to my core.

“Do you like it? I was a little nervous that-“ I was cut off by Chris’s hands on my waist kissing my lips.

“Of course I like it, you look fucking perfect you have such a beautiful body baby.” He says softly with those blue predator eyes as I drowned in them.

Chris’s eyes wandered towards my thighs biting his bottom lip slightly making me flush inside a bit since I’d always been told my thighs were too big.

“What’s wrong mama? There’s nothing wrong with ur thighs, I was just thinking- well picturing what it’d be like to have my head buried between them.”

my pussy throbs when Chris says this, his breath lingering on my neck and I gulp.

“You don’t wanna see the other sets?” I manage to get out no matter how badly his words flustered me and he smirked grabbing me by the back of my thigh setting me on our soft bed.

“mmm maybe in a bit.” He chuckles slowing pulling down the thin material letting it slide all the way past my ankles leaving me bare for him.

“shit- ur so pretty like this ma.” Chris said kissing my lips again allowing our tongues to meet moaning sloppily into each others mouths.

I didn’t even realize his fingers beginning too play with my wetness and I began to close my legs.

“Aw baby don’t hide from me, I’ll make you feel like a fucking princess I promise.” He says positioning my hands on my legs pulling them back as if we were doing missionary but that wasn’t the case he was about to fuck my shit up

Chris licked his lips hungrily waiting to taste me.

“ur pussys so pretty a shame nobody treated you right.” He says softly before his tongue presses against my clit and I whimper in response, his plump lips wrap around my clit and begin to suck as if it’s a suction cup and I moan out loudly.

“Oh shit chris!” I cry out throwing my head back as he laps up my pussy like it’s his last meal.

“fuck fuck fuckkk!” I curse out when he shakes his head allowing his nose to brush against my bud making me squeal at the way he’s eating me out, it felt so good.

Chris’s tongues plunges inside my hole occasionally making my legs nearly tremble down.

“Mmm taste so fucking good”- his hot breath on my sensitive cunt makes it pulsate and I moan out at his words crying out making sure my legs are spread enough for him.

“Chris o-oh god”- i whimper my legs begin to shake already since I’ve never felt this much pleasure at once, I only imagine what his cock would feel like.

“fuck mama your gonna cum- cum for me want it all over my face. He hand rubbing my clit before lapping again and I shudder under his touch.

“Fuck Chris I’m cumming I’m cumming!” I scream loudly curling my toes as I cream all over his face and he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck princess- squeeze ur thighs around my head yeah?” He groans and I set my legs on the bed and close them in on his head and he moans into my swollen pussy licking and sucking every last drop of my orgasm.

“Shit shit Chris I’m-I’m gonna cum again-“ I cry out and his pace doesn’t slow as he moves his head once again allowing his nose to hit that sensitive bud again feeling my stomach knot burst again almost too quickly squirting on him my legs trembling around his head.

Chris pulls away, a string of his split and my cum leaving his lips.

“god I could eat you out for hours if you let me.” He smiles and I look at him mirroring his face.

“Told you I’d make you feel like a princess.” Chris says leaning in too kiss my lips softly.

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jqngkooz · 4 months

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tis the damn season’ (2) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+ (no smut in this chapter just a makeout scene 🙈)

genre: f2l? more like idiots to lovers, mutual pining, angst, fluff, eventual smut

warnings: infidelity and just general bad decision making skills lmao, jealousy, arguing, swearing, one mention of a dick, kissing, making out. jk’s a bit of a player but he has his reasons.

w/c: 3.2k

a/n: pt.2 is here!!!! so sorry it took a while. enjoy :)

summary: When Jimin convinces you to spend christmas in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with your entire friend group, you’re forced to face the feelings that you’ve been suppressing for your best friend Jungkook after all these years.

“I must say, you’re the most stable person I know and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you crumble like this.” Yoongi is kind enough to be up at 6 am with Jungkook, making him coffee as he sits at the kitchen island with his head on the cold surface.

He spent the whole night tossing and turning next to the girl he’d stupidly invited in an attempt to not seem like a loser to you. Clearly, you didn’t feel the same way, that was evident by the fact that you almost married another man and still didn’t even reach out when you broke the engagement off. He just didn’t want you to think he was a loser who had spent the last three months sulking. He had.

“I know, I’m a mess,” Jungkook starts, face pressed into the table, “and she’s nice, Isabelle I mean, and I like her…”

Yoongi places the cup of coffee next to Jungkook and finishes his sentence for him, “But she’s not y/n.”

It’s weird. In senior year Jungkook had gotten a girlfriend. She was a cheerleader with a swishy ponytail that had latched onto your friend group, always wanting to be around him. You’d gotten weirdly distant at that time, cancelling your after-school study sessions only for him to find out you were doing them with Jimin instead. It’s like sometimes he got the feeling that you didn’t want him to be with other people and that gave him hope that you might have felt the same, but you never told him. No angry love confessions in the rain, nothing. You never made a move. And it messed with his head until he felt dizzy and utterly confused about just what the hell you wanted.

“Did you invite her here just to make y/n jealous?” Namjoon’s voice booms a little too loud as he comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, causing Jungkook to sit up and wince.

He sighs, “Yes, well- no not exactly.”

“Then why?”

He looks up at Namjoon who looks slightly disappointed and his heart pangs a little, suddenly feeling like that 15-year-old who would do anything for Joon’s approval again.

He groans, “I thought she’d be mad and ignore me or something.”

Namjoon shakes his head, he knows you would never.

“I just thought if I brought another girl she’d think that I moved on and we could just go back to being normal again.”

Jungkook looks up at Yoongi as if he’s checking for approval, he’s met with a very disapproving stare. Yoongi sighs, “Jungkook, are you stupid?”

He frowns, big round eyes staring at Yoongi. “No?” Maybe he was, waiting 10 years to tell you he loved you when it was far too late was kind of stupid.

“She loves you, you realise that right?”

Jungkook sighs, “Yeah I know b-”

Yoongi cuts him off, “No, not as a friend idiot. She loves you.” He shakes his head rapidly.

“You know she messaged me every week asking how you were after you fell out? She made me send pictures of you and Bam because she missed you. Jungkook, you put her in an awkward situation, she was engaged. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t feel the same way. You never asked her how she felt, did you?”

Taehyung knows Jungkook like the back of his hand. He knows that his guilty pleasure is chilli cheese fries, he remembers a time in college when that was all he ate for an entire week. He knows that Jungkook unwinds on a weekend by watching crappy reality tv because he caught him one time before he could change the channel. He also knows that Jungkook doesn’t like losing. And that’s how he knows this plan will work.

Truthfully, Tae has always been flirty with you. He’s flirty with everyone, but you usually laugh him off, never taking his compliments seriously. That’s why Jungkook’s a little confused at your sudden interest in him. All day you’ve been clinging to him and laughing at his jokes like he’s the funniest guy in the world. Jungkook knows he’s not that funny. Even now as you all attempt to build snowmen in the cabin’s garden you both look like something out of a hallmark movie, all bundled up with hats and scarves as you throw snowballs at each other.

It’s Seokjin who notices Jungkook’s frown as he stands next to his snowman watching you and Tae.

“Why is your snowman buff?”

Jungkook breaks his gaze away from you two, turning to Seokjin. He can still hear your giggles as Tae shoves snow down the back of your coat and chases you with another lump of it that’s probably big enough to knock you out.

He shrugs, “Wanted it to look like me. Why does yours have a dick?”

“Wanted it to look like me.” Seokjin remarks, eliciting probably Jungkook’s first smile today. “What’s got you all frowny?”

Jungkook shakes his head, the tassels on his woolly hat shaking with him, “Ah, nothing.”

“Does that ‘nothing’ have to do with those two?”

Now his attention’s back on you again. You’re far too close to Taehyung’s face, brushing snow off of his cheeks and apologising, saying you hadn’t meant to actually get him in the face.

“Just didn’t know they were that close.”

“They’re not usually.”

It’s when you come jogging towards Jungkook and Seokjin that the conversation stops. You’re a little out of breath from all the running as you stand in front of them, admiring Jungkook’s snowman with a smile.

“Always the perfectionist. Mine’s already fallen apart. How is yours so stable?” You laugh.

“I dunno.” He answers, unusually sharply and it has you turning to look at him with a cock of your head.

“Everything okay?”

That’s Seokjin’s cue to leave and he busies himself with trying to kick Jimin’s work of art down.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” He doesn’t know where to look and settles on his shoes. At least they’re not boring into his soul like your eyes are right now.

“Okay yeah, I don’t know. Just checking.” You smile again as if you truly have no idea why he seems upset. Of course you do, yours and Tae’s whole act is painfully obvious to everyone else in the cabin, but Jungkook isn’t exactly the most rational thinker when it comes to you. “Where’s Isabelle?”

“Oh, she’s uh, inside. She doesn’t like snow.”

You frown, “Who doesn’t like snow?”

He shrugs, finally looking up at you.

“I think my toes are gonna freeze off if I’m out here any longer. I’m gonna go warm up so I’ll check up on her.” You add.

No. That’s the worst thing that could happen. You and Isabelle alone? Talking? She’d surely tell you that she wasn’t actually Jungkook’s girlfriend, just a casual hook-up and that she has no real idea why he invited her. He shudders at the thought.

“So you’re not dating?”

Once you’d pressed yourself up against the heater until your fingers gained some colour again and double-layered on fresh socks, you padded down the stairs to find Isabelle sitting on the couch alone.

“No. He made it very clear it was nothing more than sex for him, which is fine, but I don’t know if that’s what I want anymore, in life you know?”

You nod. Isabelle is lovely, she’s sweet and gentle and you’re sure you would have been friends in another life if she wasn’t fucking the guy you’d been pining over for years.

“And I guess I’m a little confused. When I brought up getting more serious he avoided the conversation and things got awkward. Then he invites me here, it’s all a little confusing. I don’t wanna talk badly about him, I know he’s your best friend and he’s a great guy but- I feel like he’s messing with me.”

“Isabelle, this is our first conversation and I can already tell how good of a person you are. I care about Jungkook too but you’d be crazy to think that hook-ups are all you deserve,” You sigh, “If you want something more, go and find someone willing to give you that.”

And you truly mean that. Sure, you’d had conversations with his past girlfriends like this, and maybe those times you had an ulterior motive when you advised them to go and find someone else, but seeing her sit in front of you so vulnerable, you mean it this time.

She nods, “I’m well into my 20’s, I’ve never had a serious relationship and I want it. I want kids one day. I want it all. How do you do it?”

That makes you laugh.

“Not very successfully. I was engaged, for a while. I broke it off a few months ago. He was a nice guy, he was stable and he was always there, but I never had that feeling you know? That teenage excitement. I never felt that with him.”

Well, that’s not entirely untrue. He never did give you that electric feeling that you’ve always been searching for, you just leave out that only Jungkook seems to give it to you. You’d had endless arguments with Mark where he’d pressed you to just tell him why you weren’t putting your whole heart into it. He could always tell that he was far more invested than you were, and he knew the reason why. He knew exactly what, or who, was stopping you from fully committing to him. He hadn’t blamed you as you left him, he understood that you just don’t pick who you love.

When everyone starts piling in from the garden, you excuse yourself into helping an almost frozen Taehyung warm up.

Jungkook can’t bear the sight. You carefully take off Tae’s hat and scarf as you rub his arms in an attempt to warm him up while he watches you far too lovingly. He’d rather retreat upstairs to his room and let his head spin with the image of you and Tae and the worry of what you and Isabelle had been talking about while he slips further and further into madness. He doesn’t expect you to follow though, bumping into you in the hallway.

“Hey,” you start, “can we talk?”

“About what?” He’s still pulling on a fresh sweater as you stand in front of him in the quiet hallway. All the noise of the house is coming from downstairs and he worries you can hear his heartbeat in the quiet up here.

“What are you doing with Isabelle?”

That catches him off guard and he frowns down at you. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair messing with her like that? I’m only saying this as your friend, she’s such a nice girl. What exactly are you doing?”

“I don’t understand what you’re insinuating?”

You cross your arms. It’s one of his more frustrating traits, pretending he doesn’t understand when he doesn’t want to talk about something.

“Jungkook.” You deadpan.

He runs a hand through his hair, “No, I’m sorry, I don’t understand why you’re interfering with my love life. I don’t know what she said to you but what we have right now is working perfectly fine.”

You scoff, loudly. How very rich of him, to criticise you for interfering when that’s all he’s done to you your whole life, interfere with every guy you’ve ever liked. “Seriously? You wanna talk about interfering?”

He laughs dryly, looking away from you. He knows you’re right. All he can do is attempt to deflect.

“I didn’t interfere with you and Mark. I never did, I told you how I felt. It’s different.”

“What and you think I was able to just carry on after that confession? You think I brushed that off like it was nothing?”

“Sure seemed like it.”

Now he’s just being hurtful, and he knows it. He can see it in your eyes. Whenever he’s mean to you, you get a look. Eyes glossy and eyebrows peaked in confusion.

“That’s not fair Jungkook.”

“What’s fair about any of this?” His voice is louder now and you pray everyone downstairs isn’t listening in on the conversation, especially not the girl he brought here. “What was fair about you turning me away that night? Do you think it was easy for me to see you with him? It was fucking horrible, okay? I hated every second you were with him. Now today you’re hanging off of Tae’s arm. So excuse me if I’m not being fair, I’m not exactly having a nice time right now.”

Tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and you mentally scold yourself for being so damn emotional. You know he can see right through you right now. He stands with a hand on his hip, looking like he’s mad at you and you hate it. You hate it so much that your face tells him just how much you hate it.

He continues, a little softer this time, “I just mean that maybe I’m not exactly over what happened, okay? You didn’t even hear me out. You dropped me from your life. That’s hard to get over and I’m- I don’t know.”

“I had to drop you Jungkook. There was no chance of me having a successful relationship with you in my life.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You’re exasperated now, frustrated that you have to spell everything out for him. This time your voice is louder. “God, every single boyfriend I’ve ever had has hated you. You have literally ruined all of my relationships and you don’t even realise it. I couldn’t physically bring myself to commit to anybody with you looming over me, always like a damn question mark in my head, okay?”

Truthfully, he had no idea you felt like that. He’s always been pretty poor at picking up on hints and cues and he completely missed that. He always felt that you meant so much more to him than he meant to you. You went about your life and your relationships just fine while he sat at home and yearned for you, that’s what he had thought up until now.

“What?” Is all he can manage.

“How am I supposed to be with other people when you’re always a possibility? As soon as I think I’m finally over you, you come back and-”

“Over me?” He steps towards you, like a reflex at your words. “What do you mean over me?”

“You know what I mean.” You’re practically whispering now. It’s somehow embarrassing to be so vulnerable and you feel even more sympathy towards the Jungkook who turned up at your door and confessed to you now that you’re in his place.

“You never even told me you liked me, now you’re telling me you’re over me?”

“How could I tell you Jungkook? I was engaged.”

His head is a complete mess, spinning and cartwheeling.

“You’re telling me that that night, when I told you I loved you, you didn’t turn me away because you didn’t feel the same?”

“No!” You shake your head, “I thought it was so obvious, how was it not obvious to you? I turned you away because breaking one guy's heart was easier than breaking two. If I told you I felt the same, Mark would have left. That’s why I had to leave him because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair being with him when I’m in love with someone else, okay?”

He’s completely silent. Just staring down at you. There’s a lot he wants to say, years and years worth of things, but his brain can’t even string two words together. Maybe he is stupid, but he never thought that you felt the same. Of course, he considered it a possibility, but a far-fetched one. Hearing you say that you love him doesn’t even feel real, he’s not even sure if he’s awake right now.

“You love me?”

“Yes. And you’ve moved on and I know that’s my fault because I missed my chance to tell you I felt the same but-”

He cuts off your rambling, “I haven’t. Moved on I mean. Not at all.”

“You invited a girl. Obviously, you have, and that’s fine.”

Now he has that desperate look again, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes dart across your face. “We’re not serious. I’m in love with someone else.”

It’s your turn for your head to spin. Sure, he’d said it once before, but you never expected he’d still feel the same way. It’s weird, how you two always seem to pull together. No matter how bad of a time it is, it’s like you can’t stay away from each other. Even now with your faces inches apart, you’re spiked with the horrible feeling that you’re doing something bad. Even if he’s not serious with her, it’s not right for her to be sitting downstairs while he’s up here with you, yet again confessing his love.

“What’s going on with you and Taehyung?” He says quietly.

You reply far too quickly, “Nothing. Was trying to make you jealous.”

That’s enough for him and he steps impossibly closer again. He sucks in a sharp breath, looking down at your face as if he’s weighing up whether or not this is a bad decision. The little devil on his shoulder wins because he’s grabbing your face and crashing his lips on yours. It’s hungry and desperate the way he kisses you like he can’t bear not being on your lips for a second longer. You melt into him as you wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. You can taste just how sweet this moment is and you savour every second of his vulnerability.

“Bad idea” You mumble onto his lips as his hands move from your face to wrap themselves around your waist and pull you flush against him.

“Don’t care.” He replies, pulling back for a second to catch his breath. You pull him back in, afraid that if he has even a second to think this through you might lose him, but he kisses like he wouldn’t dream of letting you go. He lets none of you go to waste and it’s a dance of tangled breaths as he finally softens, slowing down a little. He pulls away again, looking at you for a while before planting a small kiss on your mouth, pulls away, and plants another one. You feel winded, you’re out of breath, your lips a little swollen and your chest heaves slowly with an endearing warmth that you swear you’ve never felt before. It’s Jimin calling your name from the bottom of the stairs that makes you both jump and pull away from each other.

“We should probably go down.” He breathes out, scratching the back of his head. It’s so charming, how he kisses you like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have and almost immediately regresses into his shy self the minute he pulls away. His cheeks are dusted red and his lips are covered with your pink, smudged around his mouth and down his chin a little.

“You have lipstick all over you.” You point out, giggling quietly.

“Oh shit. Get it off.”

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gloomwitchwrites · 2 months

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I wish to see how each of the 141 boys respond to their ex, reader, calling them for emotional support bc readers newest bf was toxic af

bonus points if 141 boys are still possessive over reader, but doesn't do anything besides telling reader to leave her toxic bf. OR ORRR he's possessive bc him and reader have been together for so long, who would know how to treat her better than him? He knows every little detail she cares about, every little action that makes her fall head over heels in an instant. Her toxic bf? He doesn't care to learn about those types of things, even if reader outright says it

EVEN MORE BONUS POINTS for smut to show reader what a quick fuck of satisfaction looks like vs genuine sex / love making

Apologies, Anon. This has been sitting in my inbox for…a while, but I’ve been thinking about it off and on since you’ve sent it in.

I’ll drop some HC’s about how this would go down but I absolutely want to explore this further as part of the Imagines & What If Series.

I'll tackle these separately and make them individual one-shots (with much more detail) once I wrap up the By the Belt prompt. But for now...enjoy my HC's (if you will) on what I think would go down in this scenario.

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Content & Warnings: suggestive themes (it's vague), brief mentions of protective/possessive behavior, canon-typical swearing

John Price

Breakup status: Strained (at first), but settled into friendship.

Absolutely hates texting, and you know if you need to reach him immediately, you have to call. Price isn’t an old man, he’s just the old man of the group, and would absolutely be tech literate but also super picky on how he communicates with people personally. It’s Price’s job to be calm, to be a leader, and pick up on things others don’t necessarily notice. So, Price would know you’re upset with your current boyfriend without you even having to spell it out. Besides, Price hates the guy, and knows he’s not worth even a lob of spit.

Plus, Price has been wanting to get back with you for ages. Now that the two of you are friends and have repaired whatever it is that separated the two of you in the first place, Price is looking to find a way to move in again, to slowly (or quickly) win you back, and now he has the opportunity.

Price insists on talking in person, and the moment the two of you are together, he makes the effort he knows you’re needing—because he wants you back, but also because he knows you better than your current boyfriend. Price doesn’t understand why you even gave the guy a chance, but he’ll do everything to get you back.

He would start with subtle indications eventually moving the conversation into past memories, reminiscing on happier times when you were his woman, and how that felt. It slowly devolves until you’re admitting first that you still miss him, and Price goes in for the kill, stating clearly that he still has feelings for you.

The final act is passionate, rough, and intense. Like an atom splitting, it is explosive.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Breakup status: mutual (away all the time; hard to make it work)

When you call, on the verge of tears, needing to talk to someone, Gaz immediately knows something is wrong the moment he picks up. (Sorta like Price but more attuned emotionally to the situation).

I can see Gaz not being a fan of chatting for long periods on the phone, so you don’t even need to ask, Gaz will drop everything and come to you without you having to suggest it. In fact, Gaz picks up, realizes your upset, and immediately says he’s coming over.

When he arrives, it’s like the two of you have never been apart. It’s almost routine, completely natural the way the two of you come together. Gaz is very much about physical affection. He’s constantly touching you, comforting you, and saying sweet things that always make you melt.

Totally knows you need a distraction, and while you’re upset, you’re having a difficult time expressing yourself. When this happens, Gaz just shuts it down, guiding you toward distraction to help you calm down and ease your mind before probing to see if you want to return to the topic.

Once that happens, game over for boyfriend. He’s lost you to Gaz.

The reunification is absolutely passionate and soft. I will die on that hill.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Breakup status: Messy. (You cannot tell me Soap isn’t a hot mess. Our boy is a little too high energy at times.)

While the breakup between the two of you is messy, Soap has always been a “safe” person for you. So, when you call him to vent, you don’t realize that Soap immediately starts heading in your direction until he knocks on your door and the two of you stand there staring at each other, phones held up to your ears. It’s an impulsive decision on his end to come to you, but you don’t turn him away.

Like Simon, Soap would be forward in the way he addresses your concern and the issues—which is your shitty boyfriend who deserves to only be known as your ex. However, where Simon is more of a blunt “these are the facts” kind of communicator, Soap will go for the jugular, using harsher language about this “boyfriend.” He won’t be critical of you, but he will be overly critical of him, listing all the ways this idiot doesn’t deserve you. He might even grow a bit heated in tone and pitch, becoming creative with his slang, and his accent might thicken slightly especially if he’s going off.

But ultimately, Soap is defending you, and reiterates the need for you to stand up for yourself and get rid of this loser.

I don’t think anything passionate would happen in that moment. But I could also see Soap in the middle of him criticizing your toxic boyfriend, you shutting him up with a kiss. Now…that could easily go sideways with someone like Soap. He’s very much impulsive at times, and I think that would win out. Soap would totally kiss you back and not allow you to pull away from him again until you’re…satisfied.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Breakup status: Tumultuous, eventually mellowing to mutual understanding afterward.

Would listen to you rant without interrupting. He would not ask any clarifying or follow up questions.

When you have it all out of your system, his response is simple: break up with him. Simon is direct—could even say blunt depending on the situation, and he would absolutely be that way in this scenario.

He makes it clear that you’re obviously not happy and that the relationship is making you miserable. He might even lay it out plainly, stating only the facts, sliding into that mindset when he’s in the field, thinking about all scenarios and problem-solving while doing so.

Internally, he’s absolutely ecstatic that your current boyfriend is a garbage heap of a human being. He will see this as an opportunity to slip right back into your life if he plays this right. Sure, the two of you aren’t together anymore, but he’s not over it. Simon is possessive and territorial to the core. Totally still considers you his.

Will absolutely make up a reason to come over, and it will likely fall under the “I’m looking out for you” or “trying to protect you from him” insisting that your boyfriend could escalate and he won’t allow you to potentially be in harm’s way.

When he arrives, Simon immediately turns soft and attentive in just the way you like. He gives you his full attention, doesn’t lecture, and offers plenty of physical touch.

The physical touches turn…well, I’ll save that for the full fic. But it is a reminder of how you’ve always been his and you just need to realize it.

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ivymarquis · 10 months

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Blind Date

Me: “why the fuck is this fic taking so long to finish?”

The fic: *is the longest singular piece I’ve ever written for one chapter*

Pairing| John Price x F!Single Mom!Reader Rating| M Word Count| 8.4k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Drinking (everyone is clear headed), run ins with a shitty ex, mentions of abuse from prior relationship, these two are incredibly down bad for each other, oral (m! and f!receiving), protected piv, squirting

There is a certain catharsis in lamenting your dating horror stories with men to a married lesbian who’s over a decade older than you. Kate is always willing to lend an ear, and you’re positive that she gets a kick out of your misadventures in the way so many married people did while listening to their single friends.

“I swear I’m this close to just giving up all together and embracing spinsterhood,” you grouse with a drink in your hand after the work day had concluded.

You like to think your standards aren’t unreasonable. Someone kind, with their head on straight. It felt like finding a man who respects you as a person is becoming too big an ask and you very simply would rather be alone than deal with the endless hoard of men who seem hell bent on destroying any confidence you have in yourself.

“What about the guy you went out with yesterday?” Kate inquires with her head tilted. Must be fun, listening to your ramblings with a devoted partner at home.

“Oh did I not tell you? He was engaged!”

Kate pulls a face like her drink soured on her, matching how you’d felt at the time.

“Even better- guess how I found out he’s engaged.”

“She showed up at the restaurant?” Kate hits the nail on the head on the first try.

“Bingo,” you raise your glass in a gesture of affirmation before finishing it off. “Somehow I ended up being the one getting yelled at in that situation. Un-friggin-believable.”

You don’t abuse your work privileges to creep on people you meet in your personal life, but public record could have spared you if he’d been married. Harder to find out about an engagement from a total stranger who was determined to not let you find out about it and didn’t have social media.

“There’s always the other side,” Kate teases.

“Women scare me too much, I get all nervous.” You could appreciate an attractive woman as much as the next gal but good God you just could not help yourself when it came to men. The subtle way their breathing would change before they made their move, that low timber growling in your ear. The sheer weight of one on top of you as he manhandled you into the bedding-

Dear Lord, you need to get laid. Maybe you’re fixating on it too much because you’ve had an over 2 year dry spell. That tends to happen after a baby though. Especially with a pain in the ass ex who thinks he can pick and choose when to be around (and becomes absolutely incensed each time you remind him he could be consistent or he could stay home).

Kate is thoughtful for a moment, clearly kicking around an idea she hasn’t fully committed to in one direction or another. You can see the moment she decides to proceed with the thought. “Depending on what exactly you’re looking for, I might know someone.”

—

And here you are on a Saturday night, nerves clawing at your belly like a rabid dog.

Most (well, all) of the men you’ve dated you met online. There’s almost additional butterflies beyond the first-meet jitters knowing that the date is set up by a mutual friend.

There’s more at stake, even if the stakes are relatively low pressure. If the guys you met online did something incredibly out of pocket you never had to see them again, and held no qualms divulging the events to friends. Your romantic life has been full of misadventures but has given you a handful of stories, and as strangers you never have to consider any possible fallout in telling those stories.

Your son is with your mother for the night, allowing you the opportunity to focus solely on yourself this evening. No concern about keeping an eye on him while getting ready, worrying about what possible trouble he’ll get into when your back is turned.

It is hard at times- striking that balance between wanting to be a good mom and also wanting to be acknowledged as a desirable woman who has needs. A lot of men are shitty about it. You’d grilled Kate for every detail of his reaction when being informed of your young son. You don’t need another ambush regarding your disinterest in making it work with your son’s father.

She’d soothed your nerves- he hadn’t batted an eye, was about as worried about your reaction to how often his job pulled him away as you were about him having a poor reaction to being a single mom. You both have responsibilities that have to be placed above a relationship, now go play nice and have fun.

You tell yourself you can have one drink while waiting at the bar of the restaurant you’d agreed to meet at.

White wine ends up being your pick- not quite so easy to suck down as a tasty cocktail full of liquor, but gives you something to occupy yourself with.

You’ve only had the drink a handful of minutes before hearing someone clear their throat slightly behind you, and then your name.

Kate has shown you a photo of what he looks like so you’re not caught off guard when you turn around.

He’s handsome. You expect that but it’s different seeing him opposed to just the photo. Kind eyes, a warm smile on his face as he takes you in.

At least you both seem pleased with the big reveal.

“I’ve got a table waiting for us if you’re ready, love.”

He holds out a hand to let you balance yourself as you dismount from the bar seating, allowing you to steady yourself in your heels.

His hand is warm on your waist as he guides you and you’re already smitten by the time the pair of you sit down.

You’re fifteen minutes into dinner when you decide that so long as he a) is willing and b) doesn’t say or do anything completely deranged, you are going to ride Captain John Price like a mechanical bull at a shitty dive bar at the end of the night.

Perhaps the bar is in hell but either way you have been utterly deprived the past few years and he is checking plenty of boxes for you.

“So you work with Kate?” Starting off on the easy footing- the common ground that leads you both here.

“I do. Not directly- I work more on the tech side. I’m an independent contractor, I basically built the entire system she runs off of.”

“Beauty and brains,” his praise warms you, an impressed expression on his face. “Would explain how we’ve never crossed paths if you were hiding in a backroom surrounded by monitors,” he teases.

“You’re actually not that far off the mark,” not that you hide persay, but keeping that contract keeps a roof over your head and food in your child’s mouth. That keeps you busy. The fewer people who know how to work your program, the harder you are to get rid of.

You may or may not have hidden a few kill switches. Job security you call it. Though it’s not exactly first date material to talk about how you’ve got a government agency in a mutual understanding- keep extending your contract, and the program continues to work.

Either way, you don’t have much contact with the soldiers. Maybe you have passed each other in the halls but probably not- you’re certain a face like that wouldn’t have escaped your notice, introduction via a mutual friend or no. But you decide to utilize that mutual friend to shift the conversation. He’s hedged around talking about his work- on his end, sees that as the thing that might be a deal breaker for you. Probably wants to delay that until you've at least gotten your entrees.

So you go from business to hobbies. And it’s probably not entirely fair, but you’re about to see what his sense of humor is.

“Kate mentioned you’re a big soccer fan?” You make sure your expression is wide and doe eyed as you ask the question.

His eyebrow twitches- caught, no doubt, between wanting to leave a good first impression and biting back it’s football over here, love.

You crack far quicker than you initially plan, the wide grin on your face as you let him off the hook he’s good naturedly trying not to bite.

“Beauty, brains, and a comedian, lucky me.”

“I’m sorry, I had to. In fact, it was in her terms for this,” you make a vague gesture with your hand.

“Trust Kate to wheel and deal just to get my blood pressure up,” he muses as he takes a sip from his drink.

The conversation rolls easily enough- an ebb and flow as one of you poses a question, the other answering before allowing the first to say their contribution to the subject and moving on.

He’s charming, attentive, and a good storyteller. The way he carries himself screams military without being overbearing. He’s relaxed back into his chair and something about the scene in front of you makes you want to climb into his lap like a domesticated house cat.

Being the field captain to a specialized task force it’s no shock that he’s in incredible shape and you find yourself slightly distracted on more than one occasion by his hands and forearms.

The food is wonderful though the company is better- you end up moving back to the bar for fresh drinks and to free up the table for the server.

You spend a good length of time just talking with him at the bar.

John’s attention is on you but it’s clear he’s proverbially chewing on something the further on you go.

“That is the look of someone with a question they’re not entirely positive they want an answer to,” you’ve got a habit of being a touch direct at times. Amazing how it streamlines a conversation though.

“Observant one, aren’t you?” He pauses, takes another sip of his drink. “It’s probably none of my business, but ah- is your son’s father in the picture at all?”

It was your turn to take a drink. This was always such a fun topic of conversation. Frankly the number of men who took your ex’s side when the whole custody arrangement gets brought up alarms you.

But he has a right to his son.

Fuck that.

Your child is not property and you do not give a singular shit about your ex’s feelings- especially if it comes at the expense of your son’s safety. But it saves you a substantial amount of time not wasting energy on someone who could not understand the reason for your decisions.

“The short answer to the question is no. I had already left him by the time I found out I was pregnant, and given I left because he’s a raging alcoholic- with the emphasis on the rage-,” what a nice, polite way to say he is an abusive asshole. Your gaze shifts down towards the bartop, missing the way John’s expression softens as he reads between the lines of what you say. They’re not pleasant memories, but you’re not a wounded bird anymore- you’ve tended to your clipped wings and grown new feathers. “I didn’t want him involved.”

“He ended up finding out from a mutual acquaintance, and while he claims he wants to be around, he hasn’t done much other than blow my phone up at midnight trying to throw his weight around every time he gets a new girlfriend. So I get to be the cold blooded harpy that he gets to cry about- which is fine by me. On paper he says he wants to be involved, but he’s made absolutely no effort to arrange plans or anything while sober. I haven’t seen him in over 2 years. I can’t trust him to be a safe parent, and since he’s not on any official records I get final say unless he wants to go to court over it.”

Your whole little house of cards hinges on the fact that your ex wants everyone to bend over backwards for him while doing nothing for anyone else. All it would take would be one subpoena for a paternity test and your hands would be tied. He is an incredibly functional alcoholic, so there isn’t a criminal record or anything you can do to prove he would be unfit. There’s no proof of the abuse he inflicted on you.

Which means, if push comes to shove, you would be forced to relinquish sole custody and hand your child over for unsupervised visitation.

But that requires effort on his part. And that effort is the only thing keeping your little house of cards afloat.

“Sorry that’s probably way more information than you wanted-“ good job. Everything was going great until you laid out your drama.

“No apology necessary; I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”

And there’s no lecture about how you should give your ex a chance, that the opportunity to raise his son could make him change for the better. No dissertation on how you owe it to your son to do whatever it took to make things work with his father (that had been a weird way to end a date, and the only reason you hadn’t gotten up sooner and left was because it was such a bizarre conversation you’d half convinced yourself the whole thing had to be a bad dream).

You’re not a wounded bird and on the one hand it’s a good thing to get everything laid out on the table, but on the other you don’t want to sit and mope about your personal troubles. You’re actually enjoying John Price’s company, and don’t want to think about your problems.

And yes you are enjoying the time for what it is but part of you can’t help but also keep an eye out for… any opportunities for a transition.

As hot under the collar as you are, John’s gaze makes warmth coil in your gut in a way that has nothing to do with the wine- he’s being a gentleman.

It’s sweet. He’s being polite and respectful and showing sexual discipline while making it clear he’s interested.

And for all your bemoaning of prior dates with other men who aren’t captains of specialized task forces about how they were too pushy and too presumptuous and a nice dinner paired with drinks doesn’t entitle them to you dropping your panties—

Yet here you sit, hours into a conversation when you’d decided 15 minutes in you want to jump his bones. And you have to be patient otherwise you’re a total hypocrite.

You’re not entirely subtle. The pair of you are perched on barstools again, much closer than the table allowed you to be with the two of you angled towards each other.

Your dress looks good on you. A jewel toned blue that compliments your skin beautifully, the hemline stopping above your knees and loose enough to bounce tantalizingly when you hit your stride walking.

It’s not exactly an olive branch, but it is an offering of sorts when you carefully take the leg closest to John and cross it over the other. The hemline of your skirt slips up your thigh, exposing more of your leg. It stops just shy of exposing the top of your stockings and the clip to your garter. It does show just a hint of the darker border to your stockings, the lace peeking ever so slightly before transitioning to the sheer material that covers the rest of your legs.

You’re incredibly pleased with yourself when his eyes flick down for a split second and linger before snapping back to your face. Got you. He tries to hide behind being caught with a sheepish clearing of his throat. It’s adorable, really.

Your cheeks are starting to get sore from all the smiling and laughing that’s occurred over the past few hours. But he’s pleasant company so it’s a discomfort you’re happy to deal with.

You look past him for a split second- nothing in particular catching your attention but just taking in the scenery of the restaurant behind you. Your eyes are back on him in a moment only for your brain to process what it saw after a delay.

There’s no fucking way-

Yes. Yes there is. Your ex is mingling in the background, and you don’t even realize the smile on your face has fallen to a flat line like all the previous giddiness is draining out of you and pooling on the floor below.

It would not take a captain of an antiterrorism task force to see your sharp shift in disposition, so John notices immediately.

“Everything alright, love?”

Maybe he won’t see you. Maybe, if there is a God and he is merciful, your ex won’t look in your direction, won’t see you, and you can continue your cheerful plan of trying to seduce your date.

And whether there is not a God or he is just not merciful- either option remains with you having the same shit result. He turns his head and makes direct eye contact. God damn it.

You look back to John. You’d hoped you could move past talking about your ex for the evening. “Remember how I said I haven’t seen my ex in over 2 years?”

There’s a twinge of relief on his face- the look of a man grateful to not be the cause of your displeasure.

“Let me guess- he’s right behind me?”

“Not quite “right behind”, but yes. Hopefully he’ll just-“ a short huff off agitation leaves you as you cut yourself off.

So much for hoping he’d simply mind his business and stay with his group. He’s making his way towards the pair of you at the bar, and you can tell he’s had a good number of drinks in his system just looking at him.

You’d become extremely proficient at gauging how drunk your ex is at a glance. A skill you developed while still with him and one that doesn’t seem to have faded.

This is, you know without question, going to end up being absolutely humiliating for you. You just know it.

“I am going to go ahead and apologize now for whatever is going to come out of his mouth,” you inform John.

His hand finds your knee, giving a light, reassuring squeeze. “It’ll be alright, love.”

“Well what do we have here?” is the warning shot letting you know he’s not going to show any form of civility.

“Hello, Michael,” you greet cooly, mind spinning a hundred miles an hour trying to figure out how to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

“You don’t have time to answer my texts but you’ve got time to go out. That’s good. Good to know you’ve got your priorities in order,” he starts.

“Answering your texts isn’t even remotely on my priority list, you know that.” You’re trying incredibly hard to keep yourself from being outright nasty but a whole lot of old wounds float up to the surface at the sight of your ex.

Maybe your new feathers aren’t as filled out as you’d initially thought. You feel raw and exposed and it’s difficult to think. You know what you should do, how you should handle it- and there’s still that one little part in your brain that is keeping tabs on John and his response to all of this.

“Your priority should be my son-“ he starts,

“-who is with his perfectly capable grandmother for the evening, thank you,” you finish for him, jaw set tightly. “Why are you here?”

The direct question is aggressive but you know the cycle with him too well to allow him to steer the conversation. He’ll run you in circle after circle until you’re so frazzled you can’t discern left from right.

“Can’t say hello and introduce myself to your new fella? Come on now, where’s your manners?”

Your eyes widen as Michael reaches a hand out- there is no way this asshole is about to grab you in public.

Quick as a snake, John runs interference and drapes his arm across the back of your chair, his fingers holding the shoulder furthest from him lightly.

The entire length of your back and shoulders are blocked by the SAS captain, forcing Michael’s hand back as there was no easy place for it to land that wouldn’t also be touching John.

Up until now, John has been quiet and assessing the situation. Not bowing up or trying to assert himself- letting you deal with your ex and navigate the situation for yourself.

The look on his face is downright unpleasant to put lightly. This is the man in charge of an elite task force, who barks orders at soldiers who drop everything at once because he told them to-

-and you don’t feel so exposed anymore. You find yourself sitting up a bit straighter only for John to gently stroke his knuckles against your shoulder in a soothing gesture. The gesture isn’t a miraculously grand one, but one that makes you realize you’re not alone in this situation even as disorienting as it is. And if you’re being honest with yourself, the upright posture and shifting of your thighs isn’t so much a stress response to your ex as you keying in on John’s response to the whole situation.

“John, Michael- Michael, John. There, now you’re introduced.” Go away now please.

Your ex is too drunk and too full of himself to see the writing on the wall, and continues to poke the bear. “Well, since she doesn’t seem to want to give a proper introduction-“ he sticks an arm out, and you can’t help but notice how the simple gesture causes him to need to correct his balance. Good lord it was barely dark out and he’s already-

Well. Not your problem. Not anymore, at any rate.

John is sitting to your left, his right arm the one that’s draped across the back of your chair. The pair of you flash a quick look to each other, John lifting his arm from your chair to take Michael’s hand and-

God.

Damn.

It.

The exchange is actually as hilarious as it is embarrassing (You can’t quite decide if it’s all the second hand cringe variety, or first hand because Look, John! Here’s the father of my child! I sure know how to pick a partner! Is still coiling in the depths of your stomach). You’d prefer if it simply never occurred at all.

You can see your ex’s forearm flexing as he shakes John’s hand. The microexpression that flicks across your date’s face confirms your suspicion- Michael is (for some reason) trying to use an overexaggerated grip to establish some sort of dominance in the situation.

The quick really? that reads on John’s face rapidly turns to a bemused and subtle if that’s how you want to play then, a barely noticeable shift in his own grip resulting in Michael wincing.

“Captain John Price,” his tone is easy, betraying none of the pissing contest your ex instigated and is failing miserably to get one over on John.

Your ex mumbles his full name, clearly realizing that whatever his brilliant little plan is a) isn’t so brilliant to begin with b) he might just be alert enough to acknowledge the fact that he clearly has no true plan. He came over with the intention of being an asshole and has been flying blind the entire time.

There’s one woman from the group your ex split off from who is watching the three of you keenly. If you were to guess, she is probably his new girlfriend.

You can’t help but wonder- does she know enough to know that this is routine behavior for him? That he throws himself headfirst into a situation he hasn’t planned out- isn’t sober enough to plan out? Situations that don’t need to occur just so he can throw his weight around? Too petty to give a genuine “Hello, how are you? It’s been a while. I want to talk to you about Sam when we’ve both got some free time?”

Everything is vindictive. Constantly worrying about not being undermined and being respected to the point he gets in his own way. Actively sabotages his own opportunities. In dire need of therapy to work through his issues because you know the alcohol is how he copes and you’d sympathized at first but the reasons became excuses and then he’d started blaming you and-

-John places his arm on the back of your chair again and you pull yourself out of your mental spiral.

“I think your date is waiting for you, Michael. Best not to keep the lady waiting.” John observes, his tone neutral despite being a clear dismissal.

“You’ll be hearing from me later. I want to see my son.” Michael’s ignoring John’s presence but taking the hint.

You don’t fling a final barb at him. The venom has been drained out of you and you just want the interaction over and done with. Let him have the last word. You just want him gone.

You merely cast a look over at the woman who is Michael’s date for the evening and hope she’s got better sense than you did- that she leaves before he sinks his claws in her too.

The weight that settled in your stomach upon first seeing him is finally lightening up on you. You know you’ll wake up tomorrow to a barrage of phone calls and text messages that you won’t answer. It’s probably not good you’re so desensitized to the idea that it barely registers as a problem. Merely one of life’s many inconveniences.

“You alright, love?” John’s voice helps you shake the last of the tendrils that cling to you.

“Yes. Sorry. Wasn’t expecting to run into him of all people tonight, is all.”

“Never fun being ambushed, is it?”

You take a bit of a risk- you know enough about his job but he’s steered the conversation away from it every time the topic would naturally shift that direction. You know how Kate’s work can go and you assume his is very similar. “Well you’d certainly know more about that than I would.”

It works. The two of you break out in grins, and you find yourself no longer worrying about Michael and your focus readily settling back on John where it belongs.

At some point- long after the single cube in John’s drink has melted, and the condensation of your wine glass has soaked the bev nap underneath it, and more importantly long enough that you don’t feel that you’re fleeing the restaurant- the suggestion is made to go back to John’s. “No more surprises, hm?”

You gladly follow him. You’d taken an Uber to get to the restaurant, anticipating drinking and hoping to go home with him, so you have no worries about your own car.

You can easily see him being the type to give you a quick, chaste kiss on the doorstep after safely dropping you at home. In another universe you’d appreciate the restraint, enjoy fleeting touches over the course of a few dates that get more intense each time before finally finding yourself in his bed.

In this universe however, you don’t have to wait. Don’t want to, either. You get to indulge your earlier impulse of crawling into his lap, knees spread wide on either side of his waist. Lowering your hips allows you to feel him and what exactly he’s packing between his own legs. Your hips cant in short motions and heat coils heavy in your gut.

From the feel of things he’s proportional and John is not a small man. There’s a brief flicker that runs through your mind that you might be in over your head with him. The pent up lust and desire stifles that flicker. You’re more than game to see what a night with him ends up being like.

His hands are warm against your skin- one cupping the back of your head and keeping you close as the pair of you make out, the other settles on your hip and keeps you steady as you grind down on him.

You are possessed with the desire to get his cock in your mouth.

It’s cute how his face follows yours as you pull away from him.

“Help me with my dress?” Your question is perfectly innocent as you turn your back to him, presenting the zipper that runs down the length of your back.

His pleased laugh warms you, a shiver of desire and anticipation running down your spine as his breath fans across the back of your neck.

You’ve got a surprise waiting for him underneath your dress, partially revealed as one of his hands holds the top of the dress steady while the other draws the zipper down.

You gave him the hint you were wearing stockings when you’d baited him back at the restaurant, letting the heavy fabric of the dress fall to a heap around you before kicking it off to one side.

Turning back to face him, John seems quite enraptured with his surprise.

The lingerie set is a matching shade as your jewel toned dress, the garter belt clipping to the sheer black thigh high stockings.

There’s always that split second hesitation when revealing yourself to someone- the anxiety of if they’ll be pleased with what’s presented to them.

John is the first person you’ve been with since you’ve had your child, and the slight anxiety quells quickly at the look on his face.

John looks like he wants to eat you alive. Any insecurity is knocked firmly aside by desire quickly ramping back up.

Placing one hand on his thigh to steady yourself as you lift a leg to take your shoe off, John is quick to stop you. “Leave them on for now, love.”

It’s a request but it’s not. Really that doesn’t surprise you- he is someone who is likely used to having his whims accommodated to. You find yourself having no urge to defy him, nodding in compliance. If John wants your heels to stay on, then they’ll stay.

He guides you between his legs, enough space between his knees for you to slot yourself in. With him sitting on the bed he’s shorter than you standing straight up in your heels. Bending down to give a quick, teasing kiss you let yourself drop to your own knees.

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to,” you assure him with doe eyes and are rewarded with him settling into the bed as your hands go to work on his belt.

Unable to resist teasing him, you mouth at his bulge through the thick fabric of his pants. You’re rewarded with a soft cant of his hips, having his belt undone and working on the button and zip of his pants in record time.

Your earlier suspicions are correct. John is a big boy in more ways than one. You want him in your mouth- now.

While you’re occupying yourself with getting his pants off, John shucks his shirt and shoes.

He is, simply put, delicious to look at. From the broad muscling to the thick dark hair running from his chest down his abdomen. He doesn’t have the hard chiseled abs of a man who lives in the gym but the sturdy build that comes from having useful, functional muscle that’s put to work.

And that’s incredibly hot. He’s girthy as hell in your hand as you give a few strokes before putting your mouth on him.

You’re not entirely certain if deep throating him is going to be an option, but by God you’re going to try.

“Bloody hell, love.” John grunts while you bob your head up and down the length of him. You’re gauging just how much of him you can get in your mouth- where your threshold is before your gag reflex wants to kick in.

He’s petting you. Doubtless trying to fight the urge to fist your hair, his hips struggling to stay still on the bed.

You want him to. You feel feral, all the pent up sexual energy you’ve been storing for God-knows-how-long welling up all at once. You want this man carnally and your brain presently thinks having your hair held in place and your throat fucked is a fantastic idea.

John clearly has other plans, restraining himself and letting you work at your own pace. That low, deep breathing paired with his soft grunts and voiced encouragements stoke the flames of your arousal hotter.

Eventually you do need air, pulling off of him for a moment. Your hand works his shaft and teases the tip of him as you lean forward to run your tongue up and down the length of him, dropping a bit lower to lave at his heavy sac. He jolts which only encourages you to do it again.

You know your eyes are one of your better features- you’ve heard the compliment enough times both in and out of the bedroom, holding John’s gaze as you lick him back up the length of his shaft and circle the head once before having caught your breath enough to wrap your lips around him once more.

The second time around you’re able to get a bit more of him down your throat, but not all the way. What you can’t reach you stroke with one hand, the other resting on his thigh to help balance yourself as you work. You can feel the tension building in his thigh as he gets closer, pleased with yourself.

It’s a heady feeling. You don’t know exactly all the dirty details of his job but understand enough to know you’ve got a powerful man at your whim right now and that scratches a deep seated itch in you.

“Good girl,” his praise washes over you, warm and welcoming. “Just like that-“

You’re intent on sucking the soul out of him, all doe eyes and hollowed cheeks with those painted red lips. Eventually he gives into the urge to grab a fistful of your hair. He doesn’t do anything to interrupt the rhythm you’ve settled into, letting you move as you see fit.

He bites out your name and you feel the muscles in his leg drawn tight. “I’m getting close, love.”

It’s not quite a question. You give your not-answer by doubling down on him. You’re so close to having him in your mouth all the way to the base. You don’t want to back off. What you do want is for him to finish down your throat.

You get your wish. John’s fist tightens and you let out a grunt as his thrusting results in your nose pressed against his public bone.

The taste of him doesn’t really register as he spills inside your mouth, your focus on breathing through your nose and keeping your gag reflex down.

He’s petting your hair again, praises falling freely from him and soft apologizes. “Lost myself for a moment there, love. You alright?”

You keep your mouth hilted on him for a moment to prove a point- you’re fine, he didn’t push you past threshold- before finally releasing his softening cock.

He’s pulling you up to him after that, an open mouthed kiss that flusters you considering he just came in your mouth. “You’re just a treasure,” his voice purrs in your ear. “Only fair I return the favor, hm?”

He guides you to lay on the bed, knees hanging over the edge before he turns to settle between your legs.

He starts at your neck. You’re ticklish at one spot his lips, squirming in his hold with a giggle. “Sensitive, hm?”

You nod out a “mhm,” that breaks into a breathy moan as he works his way down your chest. Rather than removing your bra his hands work to pull your breasts free from the cups before paying particular attention to your nipples.

His hands are warm as they roam your ribcage, the heat of his body seeping through the lace of your outfit as his fingers trail across your skin and the delicate material.

“You’re so soft, love,” you don’t quite know how to respond to the compliment, mewling wordlessly in pleasure at the attention.

That seems to appease him as he kisses his way down your sternum and to your belly, the expanse of most of it covered by the fabric of the garter belt.

His eyes flick up to your own as his lips travel closer to the apex of your thighs. Where you’ve been lying patient and pliant in his grasp, the eye contact draws something tight in your core and you squirm again.

The next thing you feel is teeth as he nips you. “Be a good girl for me,” he tells you, soothing the soft throb of his bite with his tongue.

You force yourself to still as he moves lower, lower, lower- taking his time and having you thoroughly worked up before moving to the next patch of skin.

When he’s down far enough he slides one of your thighs over his shoulder, that arm looping under your arm and banding across your abdomen.

It’s his turn now to mouth at your clothed sex.

He pulls the gusset of your thong aside after a moment of teasing, his lips descending on you.

“Oh,” your hand immediately finds purchase in his hair, a pleased whimper escaping you at the feel of John’s tongue.

John feasts on you. There’s not much else that can be done to describe it. It’s lewd and wet as he laps at you, the flesh of his tongue doing little to soothe the burning ache inside you and only ramping it up.

Those eyes are wicked as he gazes up at you from between your thighs. The hand resting on your lower stomach is pressing ever so lightly, like John wants the pressure there but not too much yet and you’re once again struck with the idea you might be in over your head with him.

“John, please,” you beg. It feels good but you need more, lust clouding your brain as your hips rock against his face.

“You need to be patient, love. I’ll take care of you. Just relax, hm?”

It dawns on you that he’s probably running down the clock until his refractory period is up. That he doesn’t want to get you going too quick and then be stuck not quite ready to perform.

It’s an assumption, and you’re not 100% sure that you’re correct, but it’s a solid enough option that you move forward with that in mind.

The thought almost makes it easier to relax into the bed- the idea that John is going to pleasure you with his mouth until enough time has passed and he can get it up again. That he’s not just mindlessly toying with you with no end goal in mind.

It feels good you’re just stuck being greedy and wanting more stimulation despite knowing that won’t happen until John decides he’s ready to give you more.

You almost jump when the fingers you’ve been waiting for make their presence known. His mouth moves to focus on your clit, lips making a seal and sucking on it. You cry out, hips canting as his fingers gently rub at your labia.

He starts with one, gently sliding it in and out of you. Your back arches in satisfaction of having something to clench on and rub against. It’s more satisfying than just one of your own- that was for sure.

“That’s it love,” John praises you while easing a second one into you.

The second finger is what you were looking for, stimulation wise. John pets and strokes you, thumb gently working over your clit in soft circles before putting his mouth back on you.

He doesn’t just find your g-spot. John’s fingers are placed so they hone in on that spongy bit of tissue tucked inside you. He doesn’t let up on it, tongue working on your clit as you arch your back helplessly and moan.

That pressure is back on your abdomen, the hand not currently stroking you to nirvana pressing down on your belly.

You moan and buck against his hold. Your orgasm is creeping up on you and it’s like he’s determined to make you squirt.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna make a mess,” you warn him- not entirely certain how he’ll respond to the prospect of you squirting on his face.

John looks delighted and you realize that yes, you are in over your head with him.

There’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulls back from you, “You promise, love? Don’t tease me.”

Oh dear God- Next thing you know he’s reaching over you to pull a pillow from the top of the bed, wedging it underneath your hips before returning to his place between your thighs.

You’re flustered at how eager he is to see you squirt. His mouth is back on you, sucking on your clit and making your legs shake as two fingers go right back to abusing your g-spot, his free hand pressing on your belly increasing the pressure that is mounting by the second.

There’s nothing else for you to do but grab a fistful of his hair and hang on. “Please- oh! J-John! Right there,” at your encouragement he locks in on the spot that’s got you arching your back and your thighs trembling.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Show me,” he’s moaning encourments against your skin and you feel like a bow drawn tight and ready to snap. You’re so, so close.

The sounds he draws out of you- both from your mouth and between your legs- are filthy and vulgar and you don’t care at all as he gets you teetering just on the edge.

You’re practically gasping for breath, eyes screwing shut as the hand not buried in John’s hair fists the sheets next to you. You babble his name, chants of John all your brain can muster.

All that pressure coiling in you snaps and gushes out, literally and metaphorically.

“Good girl, making such a mess for me,” John’s praise has you flushing hot while his fingers work you like he’s making sure he can wring out every single last drop.

He stops when you have nothing left to give him, a trembling mess shivering in his hold.

Your brain at some point made the windows shut down noise, needing a moment to settle as you process what John just did to you.

This is the hardest you’ve cum in ages, certainly better than the orgasms you’ve given yourself during your little dry spell.

You return to the land of the living with his lips on yours, tasting yourself as he soothingly strokes your side. “You back with me?” He asks, eliciting a nod from you.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” your tone is pleading. You still want to ride him but you’ve learned your lesson about practicing safe sex. Once was, in fact, all it took for things to go off the rail.

“I do,” he stands, moving to the nightstand and opening a drawer.

Now that your legs feel somewhat compliant you sit yourself back up.

No sooner than John’s got the condom on then you’re guiding him back down, having him lay on the edge of the bed.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, getting yourself situated so your heels don’t catch on his sheets, but you’re straddling him with the leg closest to the edge of the bed hanging over the side as the opposite leg folds underneath you. You hover over him while getting everything lined up. The position of your legs allows you to alternate which one is supporting the brunt of your weight, a factor that is going to be fairly important once you’ve hilted yourself on John.

Even with how pliant your body is it takes a moment for the head of him to breach you.

“Oh,” you let out a breath as you sink down on him. You’re not able to get all the way to the base of him on the first go, getting your weight underneath yourself and lifting almost completely off of him before dropping down again. You get a little further this time, a moan escaping you.

“That’s it, love. Nice and easy,” his voice coos in your ear, that low timber having you liable to melt.

He’s thick. Not in a way that’s insurmountable to manage, but you have absolutely no complaints with how he fills you and anticipate being pleasantly sore in the morning.

Two more slow bounces have you sinking low enough to hilt yourself on him, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of sitting fully on his lap.

One of his hands braces on your hip, the other his thumb circles your clit. You squirm at the stimuli, relishing in the feel of him before getting to work.

This is what you’ve been drooling over all night. Your reward is very well earned in your opinion. Moaning lowly as you bounce up and down, your movements are initially slow and languid but pick up speed as you get your bearings. John’s heavy exhales and grunts when you clench only serve to wind you tighter.

“You feel good, pretty girl? Hm? You like bouncing on my cock?”

You flush- a ridiculous notion given how you’re quite literally hilted on his dick-, face hot from the dirty talk.

The hand on your hip helps guide you to a pace that’s pleasurable for the both of you, eyes rolling as he thrusts his hips in a way that makes you see stars. “Yes! John- yes! Oh it feels so good,” your voice a low purr as he delivers on every fantasy you’ve had this evening.

The stretch of him in you feels absolutely incredible, knocking the air out of you on each bounce. It doesn’t take long until that knot begins to form again, growing steadily as you rise and fall in his lap. The press of his finger circling your clit draws staggered moans, bracing on him for support.

“Been thinking about this all night,” John grits out. “Wanted to flip you over the bar top and have my way with you right there on the dining room floor.”

You moan at the confession, feeling less like a rabid dog with no impulse control now you know you’re not alone in the intense desire that had struck once you’d laid eyes on him.

“Probably wouldn’t have- ah! st-stopped you,” you tell him. The grip on your hip tightens at that, another moan escaping you as you bounce on him.

Your eyes roll in pleasure, cunt practically fluttering from the way he keeps getting you to clench. The thickness of his girth doesn’t just let him keep hitting that spot in you with lift of your hips so much as the mushroom tipped head of his cock drags across it.

“Aren’t you just a fucking treasure,” he praises.

Your thighs are burning, eased by the position of your legs and John’s grip helping you but becoming more present with each wet clap of your sex against his lap. It almost helps you tip closer to another climax.

Your eyes squeeze shut, a staggered breath escaping you.

“Eyes on me,” he tells you and you comply immediately.

“John, please I’m so close,” your thighs are shaking again, threatening your already precarious balance.

“You need more, pretty girl?”

You shake your head. “No-no. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

And bless him, he doesn’t do anything to fuck up your rhythm. The fingers circling your clit keep the same tempo and pressure perfectly, his free hand still helping guide you up and out of his lap before sitting you back down.

You know you’re about to come but are caught off guard by how sharp it is as you squirt for a second time.

The sight of you spurting across his abdomen nearly severs any control John has left. The next thing you know John’s abandoned your overstimulated clit in favor of rolling you onto your back, your heels clattering to the floor from the motion. Your legs go instinctively to clamp around his waist for security- only one of them does, the other stopped by wet fingers gripping your thigh by your knee as he spreads you open. His weight is held on the forearm bracing next to your head by the time you process the shift in position.

“You alright, pretty girl?”

You can’t quite get your words out but manage a nod. “Ye-yeah,” you eventually stagger out as he waits for a verbal confirmation.

With the comfort that you were fine, that gives John the assurance he needs to seek his own pleasure.

More than satisfied with your two climaxes, you lay limp and pliant in his grasp while he chases his own end.

The wet squelch of his cock splitting you open with each thrust was loud and obscene although you were too far gone in the blissed out pleasure to care. Your whole body feels delightfully tingly, your head swimming pleasantly.

You clench down on him a few times, more for his benefit than anything else. You’re spent but more than willing to help him across the finish line as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muttering praises that are punctured with short, sharp thrusts before he stiffens as his own climax hits.

The two of you have both broken into a light sheen of sweat by the end of things. After a moment to recuperate John stands with a “I’ll be right back.” (And you unabashedly enjoy the view of his ass while he retreats to the bathroom.)

True to his word he returns shortly, evidently having disposed of the condom with a towel in hand for you.

The pair of you get yourselves clean and sorted. Before you can decide how you want to ask, John seems to already know what the question is.

“You don’t need to leave, do you?”

Again it’s not entirely a question, but still gives you an out if you want to take it.

You don't want to take the out.

#john price x reader #captain john price #john price #x single mom reader #cod x reader #cod mwii #my writing #now I gotta name this bitch because I totally plan on a whole series and the other characters can’t be calling her love all the time lmao #i wrote and coded this whole thing on my phone because my laptop has once again quit on me

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arlestial · 7 months

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hello hello! i'm really fan of your work and i'ld like to know if you could make rin boyfriend headcanons please? thanks in advance! :) bisous de france and don't forget to take care of yourself <3!!

❝He looks up grinning like a devil❞

synopsis : Rin Itoshi thought he wasn’t ready for love, ever. Until he met you. And now; his heart isn’t really his anymore.

pairing : Itoshi Rin x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : none, just some fluff, some suggestive mentions - (just some kisses) but nothing really developed nor important here (kind of enemies to lovers at first, tho)

word count : 1850~ words

author-note : it’s been 8 months guys, and I’m deeply sorry for this - clearly not intentional - hiatus ! I’ve been busy with my studies and my mental health but it’s all better now <3 I’m going to answer to the few requests I have in my ask box as soon as I can. It’s longer than what I excepted 😭.. Thanks for your request, hope you like it anyway. Gros bisous à toi, et passe une super bonne journée ! (N’oublie pas de te reposer surtout)💗 take care of yourself ♡

RIN ITOSHI was an actor. Always playing the rude, cold guy. The emotionless, indifferent man who was in fact a broken little boy inside. He was a huge liar. Constantly putting a facade between him and other people. Maybe it was a shield, not to be hurt again. Maybe it was a weapon, not to be approached again. He was lonely. And he knew it very well, deep inside of his slewed heart. But wasn't solitude better than suffering? So he sticked around his old mentra. He had other things to attend to, to think of.

RIN ITOSHI despised you. No- he hated you, with all his guts. You were so annoying; always talking to his teammates, laughing with them as you brought water bottles so they could drink. Could you just do your job without talking for once ? When Ego announced you were going to replace Anri for a few weeks, because she was severely ill, he swore he was going to jump out of the window. It could’ve been anyone else - but no, Ego chose you, you out of all the qualified, useful, and actually smart people out there who wanted the job. Why ? He wasn’t the type to complain, he couldn’t care less, but just seeing you on the field made him feel a boiling anger deep in his stomach, and you felt it the first time you laid your eyes upon him.

"You got a staring problem, perhaps ?", you asked, raising an eyebrow at his staring. He looked so fucking irritating, his cold and condescending gaze fixed on you. Your tone betrayed your harsh thoughts.

"No. Just wondering why you look so boring and annoying even though I’ve never talked to you.", he answered, with a mocking tone - still, his face remained neutral, judgmental even. You scoffed.

"The feeling’s mutual."

Since that day, you two argued with each other constantly. His teammates never seemed to understand why; and Rin was too busy thinking about what comebacks he could said to your petty insults to actually explain them why you were so.. frustrating. He couldn’t understand it either. But seeing your shocked face, your scoffs and your protests, your upset behavior tainted by a sharp words just brought something new in him, something he couldn’t explain with proper words. Joy maybe ? It was fun to tease you. And it was also easy, too.

RIN ITOSHI, in all honesty, took a liking in this little game. He wouldn’t admit it, though. So, when the day came when you stopped answering his bittersweet notes and decided to ignore him, he felt strange. Weird. Why ? Wasn’t it the whole point ? Bore you until you stop to annoy him ? Why was he missing your plain, insignificant comebacks ? Your rude attitude towards him ? And now he was jealous. Jealous to see that his fellow teammates had all your attention. He wanted your attention all to himself. Because what Rin Itoshi wants, Rin Itoshi gets. And there was no way you were going to ignore him longer. He couldn’t bear it.

RIN ITOSHI decided - by his own chef - that it was enough. You were surprised, to say the least, to see Rin in front of you, completely silent, looking at you dead in the eye. You frowned, taking a step back. (Definitely not scared because he was creepy)

"Okay… I don’t think that staring is your only problem, I guess.. Can you-"

"Can you shut up, for once ? I need you for something.", he cut you before you could even finish, and you rolled your eyes. So ignoring him didn’t solve the whole thing.

"So now, you need help ?", you added, amused, "I thought you were a big boy that didn’t need the help of a "unqualified, dumb, assistant","

"I’ve changed my mind. Do you want to be the one to blame if we lose the next game ?"

You weren’t paid enough for this job. So you just sighed, accepting your defeat and your fate. Without further discussion, he dragged you to the gym. And that’s when the whole, well, quite unusual tradition took place at first.

RIN ITOSHI apologized. For his rude behavior, for his sharp words, while he was training in the gym - as you were watching his progression, of course. Every day, you were at the same hour at this exact spot in the gym, talking to Rin as he was training his already sculpted body. He was still teasing you, but this deep boiling anger in his stomach became, day by day, more.. pleasant. Until the day Isagi walked in, interrupting your little chat, and winked at him, murmuring in his ear to "make a move". That’s when he connected the dots. He had feelings for you.

Confessing his feelings was hard. Especially since Anri came back. You were supposed to leave in a few days, and Rin couldn’t help but feel the sting in his heart. Was he going to see you again ? He couldn’t let you go just like that. Not after what you’ve did to him. So the last day, after you had greeted all his teammates, you walked out the door of the Blue Lock’s building, a sigh leaving your lips. He wasn’t there. How foolish to think that maybe, your feelings were reciprocated. You walked away, until something - no, someone, grabbed your wrist. It was Rin. You turned to face him, surprised. You opened your mouth to say something-

"I like you. A lot. Fuck- No. I love you. Don’t go just yet. Please."

And how could you refuse this confession ? (You can’t anyway.)

RIN ITOSHI and you started dating after that. He was a little stiff at the beginning; the man wasn’t used to be loved nor taken care of. So you taught him. Light touches here and there; Rin was a quiet, shy, yet attentive lover. He wasn’t too fond of PDA : first, he didn’t want to include you in paparazzi issues, and second, he wasn’t completely comfortable in public in general. He would put his hand on the small of your back in a crowded street to show you the way, lock your pinkies together all the time, probably press a kiss on your hairline; but that’s all he would do in public.

"This way, love. Careful, we don’t want you to get lost, do we ?"

RIN ITOSHI, in private, is a touch-starved, self-deprived boy who needs your whole attention and affection. Please, cuddle him. Let him be the little spoon, and he would absolutely melt. He’s putty in your hands as soon as you reach for him. Lay down on the couch, with him resting on your chest, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep as you fingers play gently with his hair, softly scratching his scalp just like he likes it. If you stop, he will wake-up in no time; glaring at you with a slight pout on his lips.

"I didn’t know I asked you to stop."

"My hand hurts, Rin."

"Bold of you to assume that I care."

"Please ? Just for 5 minutes.", he added in a whisper after some seconds, practically begging for your touch. His sudden change of attitude caused you to chuckle.

RIN ITOSHI absolutely dies for your kisses. He lives for them, okay ? Your plush lips pressed against his, with you sitting on his lap as his hands traveled to the back of your thighs, holding you in place. One arm around his neck, the other hand supporting yourself by grabbing his shoulder, he swears he could spent hours just making out with you. His tongue buried down your throat, bodies grinding and pressed against each other’s as you both let your eager lips devour your love.

RIN ITOSHI who kisses your insecurities away (literally). He knows exactly what it feels like to have insecurities and to be misunderstood about them, so don’t worry (he’s definitely an overthinker too.) You’re not going to be insecure on his watch. He would reassure you all the time, taking his precious time whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hyping you up. He wants you to be the most comfortable possible around him. Communication is the main key in your relationship. He took some time to finally let down his walls, so he intends you to do the same : without any pressure, of course. You can trust him, he can trust you. You both rely on each other’s back, and you can always count on him for anything. He’s not a man of many words, but for you, he would make an effort.

"Shh, darling. Come on, look at me, please,", he gently tilted your chin up for you to look at him, "dry those tears, my love. I’ve never met someone as strong, as beautiful and as courageous as you. If only you could see yourself with my eyes.. Don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous of you. Honestly, they should be jealous of me. After all, what did I do to deserve an angel like you ?"

RIN ITOSHI was an actor. Always playing the rude, cold guy. The emotionless, indifferent man who was in fact a broken little boy inside. He was a huge liar. And perhaps you could heal the broken inner-child that still suffer in silence today. But with certainty, with you, behind closed doors, maybe- maybe, for you, he could grow into a whole different person.

"I think that.. I think that I like the person I am when I’m with you. Does it make sense ? Yeah. You bring a side of me that I don’t want to let go. I think it’s a soulmate thing, don’t you think so ?"

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #blue lock rin #blue lock rin itoshi #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk rin #bllk rin itoshi #rin itoshi #rin #rin x yn #rin x y/n #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x gn reader #gn reader

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arielburrow · 10 months

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Jealous Joe!!

Hit and Quit

smut + LSU Joe

Tiger land was once again lit up following LSU’s win over Auburn. Beer and sweat lingered throughout the air, especially in this particular bar where most of the players were. You were excited to come out and celebrate with all your friends. LSU home games were like nothing you’d ever seen, especially with this season, as they are currently undefeated.

Grabbing drinks with your friends, you all find a place to stand and attempt to talk through the blasting music. Most of them gushing over the fact that the team was across the room. Your friend Abigail grabs your hand and pulls you toward the dance floor.

“So you ever gonna tell them?” she yells over the music as you both squeeze between people. “Neh, it’s not even important. Besides, I went on a date the other night,” You smirk. “With Joe!?” Her eyes widened and you roll your eyes. “No. Not with Joe, with Anthony.” You lean in close to make sure she can hear you. “WOW, his friend? How was it? I mean i’m sure it wasn’t better than sex with Joe Burrow,” She rambles. You nudge her a bit, “It was good…I mean, definitely not my type, but we had a nice dinner together and we went out for drinks.” You shrug. “But your right, not at all better than my hookup with Joe.” You whisper loudly with a wink and she laughs.

You and Joe met a few months ago and there was always so much tension, everyone could sense it. A few weeks ago he finally made a move and you some how found yourself in Joe Burrow’s sheets the next morning, but of course, he was already gone for practice. Obviously you expected this, this was what he was know for doing all across campus, yet girls continued to flock to his apartment. For whatever the reason is, you were a little disappointed. I mean, prior to just a few weeks ago, you and Joe were actually becoming close as friends and it was kind of fun. You obviously thought he was cute, and besides the cockiness, he really was a funny, genuine guy. He hadn’t reached out to you or anything, so you decided to try to push it to the back of your mind and distract yourself with Anthony.

After a while of dancing and shots, Abby pulls you to the bathroom line which of course was practically out the door. “Okay so, do you think your mastermind plan will work?” Abby says turning to you in line. You roll your eyes at her comment, “Abby.” You shoot her a look, “for the last time, there is no “mastermind plan”, Joe just wanted a hookup and it was mutual, Anthony just happens to be a friend of Joe’s,” You finish that last part with a slight smirk that Abby doesn’t necessarily pick up on. “Oh please, It’s so obvious you have a thing for him and he clearly has a thing for you, I just wish he could swallow is ego and admit it,” she says. “No I mean i get it, you know, like it was just a hookup. But i guess i’ve just never had one like that before, there was so much connection to it, it felt different you know?” Abby just gives you a look that tells you she can see right through you. “Whatever, all I know is his eyes have been glued to you all night.” She says turning back to enter the bathroom. You smile to yourself at the thought. It’s not like you were trying to make Joe jealous, I mean he probably won’t even find out about you and Anthony.

Walking out of the hall, you pass the large table where the players were seated, you both try to pass quickly but a hand reaches out to stop you. “y/n!” Anthony smiles. “Hey!” you turn to him. Abby is also greeted by one of the guys. “How’ve you been? Haven’t seen you in a minute,” He says loudly over the music. You lean down to get closer so it’s easier for you two to make conversation. “I’m really good.” you smile and continue to talk with him, oblivious of the pair of eyes staring daggers into the two of you.

More girls have found their way to the table and the whole section of the bar was a mob scene of people. You’re deep in a conversation with Anthony, leaned in very close to his face to be able to hear him when suddenly he’s interrupted, “Anthony man i don’t know what drink you ordered but i’m gonna need two more, could you go grab some?” Joe says standing next to you now. “Yeah man no problem” he responds. You watch Anthony as he gets up, careful to avoid acknowledging Joe, but that is forced to come to an end when he sits in front of you where Anthony was and pulls you forward to sit next to him.

He doesn’t say anything, just scans your face for a moment causing you to raise you’re eyebrows. “Can I help you Joe?” You smirk a little, but his face stays stoic, almost angry looking. “Didn’t know you were close with Anthony,” he says. “Yeah he’s my friend.” You say, causing a laugh out of Joe. “what?” you question. “Well, i mean, I didn’t know you went on dates and made out with your friends.” He replies sharply. “Ohhh” you reply, watching as Anthony gathers the drinks from the bar, but Joe reaches up and turns your face back towards him. You bit your lip to suppress the smile from Joes action. “I don’t get why it matters what I do or who I do it with,” You say. “Besides, Anthony’s a really cool guy, I see why you’re good friends with him.” You smile as you take a sip of your drink. “I’m not really good friends with him, I just think it’s stupid that you have to go after my friends cause you’re mad.” he says loudly over the music. You shoot him a look, “I’m not mad Joe, I don’t care that you wanted to hit and quit, so stop being a little bitch and acting like you care what I do with your friends.” You put your glass down and stand up to meet Anthony half way as he brings back the drinks.

After placing them down, the guys all scamper to grab one, but Joe remains in his position, staring at you as you grab Anthony’s hand. You pull him to the dance floor and see Abby shoots you a look that told you she knew exactly what you were doing. The two of you get lost in the large crowd, his hands all over you in an instant. The loud music, the crowd, Anthony’s hands, the thought of Joe; all gave you a high that brought a smile to your face. You knew Joe was mad, you also knew he wouldn’t admit it, but it was still fun to get him going.

After what felt like hours of dancing, a very drunk Anthony hung onto you as you made your way through the crowd. Walking back to your original table, you accidentally lock eyes with the pair that had been watching you all night. You watch as he turns to a few of the guys and says something to them. Soon after two of them head over to your table. “Hey y/n, we got Anthony, he’s too shit faced to make his way home, we’ll get an uber with him,”Justin says. “Are you sure? I mean I was planning on heading out anyway, I could call one,” you ask. “Nah, it’s all good he’s our neighbor we got it. See ya around.” He says as he and the other guy pull Anthony along out of the bar.

You finally decide it’s time to go as the bar was mostly drunks and most of your friends had left, you texted Abby that you were waiting outside, given you didn’t want to go back over to Joe’s table to get her.

You were about to request an uber, when you felt a hand on your back. You turn around to find Joe with a face you had never seen before. You’ve seen him at his most ecstatic point, his cockiest, and even his angriest, but never like this. He looked almost defeated. “Joe-” he cuts you off. “I hate seeing you with him, hate it.” he says flat out. “The way he touches you, the way he looks at you, I hated every second of what I couldn’t take my eyes off of in there.” He says moving inches away from you. You’re forced to look up at him now and you can feel that familiar sensation in your stomach. “What are you talking about Joe, stop acting like you wanted something to come out of the other night. I know you and I know how you work, you don’t want anything but sex.” you reply rolling your eyes at him. He grabs your hand and you try to yank it away but he holds on. “I know, I know, and I don’t know where this is coming from, but I just don’t want you with anyone else okay?” his face holds some kind of sincerity you’ve never seen before. “Joe Burrow…” you smile, “are you…jealous?” you raise your eyebrows waiting for an answer. He just stares at you as you continue to smile, until he finally breaks. He crashes his lips into yours and before you can think, your hands are cupping his cheeks. His hands move across your whole body as he holds you close. When you pull away you smile, but his face stays stoic. “Maybe I am jealous y/n…” he starts moving so that his lips are inches from yours, “cause I don’t want anyone to touch you the way I do.”

You feel yourself hit the wall as your back makes its way through Joe’s apartment. He moves from your lips to your neck, sucking hard to get a moan out of you. He pulls you into his bedroom, slamming the door behind you both.

Pushing you on the bed, he goes to undo his belt but you stop him, replacing his hands with yours. He pulls your shorts down instead and practically rips you’re flimsy “LSU” tank top off your chest. You finally get his pants to hit the floor and push him onto the bed so the two of you can switch spots. You make him move up so you can position yourself perfectly between his legs. You take his cock in hand and start to stroke him, earning an immediate moan from him. You were surprised he was letting you do this, his whole claim to fame is his constant dominance in the bedroom, but you weren’t complaining whatsoever.

Taking him into your mouth, you gag as he hits the back of your throat. “Yes baby, like that” he says as you start to bob your head. “that feels so good y/n.” you moan against his cock and continue to work him until he insists he’s about to fall over edge. You replace your mouth with your hands and stroke him quickly, not daring to lose eye contact. “cum joey” you lick his tip one last time before he lets go and his orgasm hits, you clean him dry of every last drop.

“fuck” he moans out as he lies there for a moment. He looks down to find you smiling, and you could swear you saw something switch is his eyes. He pulls you on top of him, only to flip positions to put you beneath him. He sets you on all fours and puts himself right behind you. “You like being put in place huh?” he says, you only moan in return feeling him slide your panties to the side and run a finger along your pussy.

“Joe, please i need you,” you beg as he continues to toy with you. You feel him lick along your center and let out a moan as he removes his tongue. Deciding to make this a little more fun, you bring your hand down to your center and start to play with yourself. “Joe, I swear to god, i’ll do this myself if you don’t want to help me,” you moan out as you feel his body stiffen behind you. He pushes your hand away and replaces it with his, causing you to gasp. Suddenly you feel him push into you and you can hold back the sound that escapes your lips. You rock into him desperate for movement. “No.” he says, “stop being needy and let me fuck you how I want to.” he demands as he begins to rock into you.

“Joe, oh my god.” you shake out, you have felt him before, but you don’t think you could ever get used to this. “I know baby.” He thrusts harder and faster each time and you can’t do anything but melt beneath him. Both of you moan at the feeling of one another and you feel that familiar feeling arise in your stomach.

“Joe, i’m gonna cum.” you moan out. He continues to thrust into you while wrapping a hand around you to meet your center. He rubs at your clit, causing you to scream out to him. “Come on baby, cum for me.” and that was all it took to send you over edge. He does the same just seconds after finishing with a few last thrusts before you both collapse onto the bed.

“Wow” was all you could say. He laughs in return and pulls you into him. You nuzzle against his chest and look up to him, “did i find Joe Burrow’s soft spot?” you giggle. “hmmm maybe.” he says smiling down to you. The two of you drift off to sleep and you’re pleasantly surprised to find him beside you the next morning.

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🦋Destined Person’s Character Development—Timeless Tarot Pick A Card

Whoever they were before YOU was them being a caterpillar🐛Meeting you shifted them into the chrysalis phase (spiritual awakening, self-query, inner child healing, etc.)✨And Life after knowing you becomes true spiritual liberation~🦋May you live happily ever after with The One destined for your blessed Life~🎎

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I’ve just noticed that the songs accompanying this PAC are all sung entirely in one language (English), in spite of being performed by artists of various native languages, skin colours and bases (countries). There’s this meaning…

That you and your Destined Person are gonna speak the same language from the Soul. In spite of all kinds of background, cultural differences, age gaps or whatever else, you easily recognise each other’s divinity and that mutual respect binds you for the rest of time. You will always understand each other, see each other clearly the way nobody else does~🪗

Pile 1 – I Woke Up to the Real Colours of Love

DP’s caterpillar stage – Queen of Wands

Your Destined Person is someone passionate who thought they knew what Love was all about. They had heard or read plenty of expressions of Love spewed by the majority of people—writers, artists, and everyone else. They thought Love had to be passionate and forceful. They thought Love was fire that consumes your entire being. They really delighted in the idea of a whirlwind romance!

Some of you, your Destined Person might really have been a playboy/playgirl. They’re hot and attractive and know how to utilise that charisma (plus, they’re smart). Some of you, your Destined Person might simply be easygoing about Love and romance. It’s not that their view on Love was childish (far from it) but it was nevertheless a little less than pure and mature. They like the idea of romance, OK? All the warm and fussy flutters.

They thought, romance equals Love. Not realising that they were always operating on infatuation. That shit has little to do with real Love. The ‘love’ they knew was a variant with a non-capitalised L. That, was before they woke up to your essence~

VIBE: Affection by Cigarettes After Sex

DP’s chrysalis phase – XIX The Sun

*this phase for your DP could start before or after you’ve met. If before, it was your aetheric spiritual connection that had led them to chrysalise themselves😉*

After being touched by the essence of you, your Destined Person woke up to the real colours of Love. For the first time, they’re really pondering the idea of selfless sacrifice. The idea of you brought them to the desire to become of service. First of all, service to you; they want to be your protector and provider. And I sense, due to what you do or believe in as well, they also develop a desire to be of service to the world.

At this point, they are realising that true happiness is just delighting in the little things, simple things Life has to offer with the person who means the world to them. Before you, they wanted and dreamt a lot of grand things because the people they had ever fallen in love with (or just crushed on) were not complete enough. They were all just fragments of what you are as a person~

Now they believe in destiny. You are their Destined One. And they feel super glad about it, because you’re simply YOU. They envision a family with you, and they want to give you and your children the best Life has to offer. Little best things; big best things; all best things. Suddenly, they’re clear as day as to the reason they were born. It was to be with you and be of service to you~☀️

VIBE: Unstoppable by Lianne La Havas

spiritual liberation by YOU – 9 of Cups

Complete spiritual fulfilment. Before knowing you, your Destined Person was just passionate and gung-ho, but they never really felt emotionally or spiritually satisfied. There was a pang of emptiness in their heart no matter what passionate pursuit they indulged in. No riches, no status would fill in the spot reserved just for your presence in their Life. For such a long time they had prayed for someone just like you~

When you appeared, all the puzzle pieces fall into place ever so neatly. Out of the monochrome and into technicolor in an instant!🌈Suddenly, Life has meaning on such an elevated level! Nothing else matters but Love. Real Love with a capital L. It is Love beyond most other people’s destructive concepts. Because this is a Love that is free, independent, unselfish. Your Love for your Destined Person doesn’t use manipulative tactics nor does it seek to overpower.

When they are with you, they breathe more easily because they know your Love is pure. You are so kind and compassionate—unselfish and genuinely giving. You’re a precious existence that has taught them the real name of Love. Your Destined Person is so grateful for you—sometimes, just the sight of your face vibrates their heart, bringing them almost to tears. Words alone cannot express how much they Love you🌷

VIBE: Colors by Sakamoto Maaya

The Future They Envision🔻💛

DP’s sacrifices for YOU – Green Historian (Herodotus)

DP’s hopes and dreams with YOU – Priestess of Abundance

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Pile 2 – You Helped Me See What’s Truly Important

DP’s caterpillar stage – Knight of Pentacles

In the beginning, your Destined Person didn’t have a very healthy outlook on romance. To some extent, it’s like they were dragged by desperation—maybe something to do with their childhood (trauma) and how they grew up seeing adults not having great relationships themselves. Thought they were careful, cautious… somehow they still got themselves involved in unhealthy relationships. It was because their own worldview, as well as desires, was already unhealthy.

When in a relationship, they wanted to show off their significant other. They were dramatic in their expressions of affection. Super extra. They wanted others to see that they’ve got something good now—unlike others whose relationships were shallow and toxic, they thought. They were dreamy, positive to a point of being delusional. Not realising the person they were with was just taking advantage of them. When all of the truth was revealed… they matured, yes, but they became scarred, too.

They became too afraid of being fooled again, so now their guards are up way too tall. Either they’re never serious about dating anymore or even when they’ve found someone they genuinely like, they can’t bring themselves to approach that person. They can’t allow themselves to feel too deeply lest they risk getting broken again. Their heart has crumbled too disastrously before.

VIBE: Cigarette (feat. Tablo, MISO) by OFFONOFF

DP’s chrysalis phase – 6 of Wands Rx

*this phase for your DP could start before or after you’ve met. If before, it was your aetheric spiritual connection that had led them to chrysalise themselves😉*

Your Destined Person’s spiritual evolution was probably a painstakingly slow and lonely process. When your essence touched their being, they were whirled into (probably) years of isolation meant to purify all of their worldview. Your Destined Person is highly likely psychic or they may have significant Pisces or 12th House placements. They’re a natural empath, so they had taken up a lot of bullshit beliefs from their environment their entire life. These years were a meditative period to say the least, even if they didn’t feel that way.

During this phase, they learnt a lot about the root causes of all of their heartbreaks and their dizzying anxiety to fulfil societal expectations. They purified a lot of their worldview and became more in tune with spirituality. Your Higher Self was constantly showering your Destined Person with messages of hope and Love from the aether. They gradually woke up to the few little things that are essential in Life.

And they made peace with everything that had ever happened to them since the day they were born. It was because your Love promises them a beautiful future, made them believe in divinity incarnate; that is YOU. Even if they haven’t met you, because they’re psychic anyway, they’ve always heard you from the other side. They feel you, they know you’re out there somewhere, and they’re already in Love with you, and they’re looking forward ever so tenderly to the day you’re unified in the physical.

VIBE: What You Don’t Do by Lianne La Havas

spiritual liberation by YOU – 4 of Pentacles

When you and your Destined Person meet for the first time, you may be a little awkward with each other. Not really knowing how to extend warmth or friendliness, this is mainly from their side, due to all the traumas and fears. But you blanketed them with your special kind of warmth that they couldn’t help but learn to trust you. It could be a slow and gradual process, but they’re healing themselves~ Slowly but surely, you carry them to safer, calmer waters.

With you, they feel certain and secure. Even if the whole world crumbles they’ll always have you and they’re happy with just that. This isn’t someone who needs a lot in Life. Just your company, affection, warmth; that’s all that matters in Life. They will love to cuddle and sing soft songs to you. Caress your hair on the sofa whilst watching your favourite movie. Holding your hand under the blanket whilst sipping on hot chocolate. They can be rather clingy, quite seriously��

They will make a cosy home with you. Irrespective of the size of your house, it will be the warmest place on Earth to come home to. It’s always gonna be clean and taken care of; there’s always gonna be warm food on the table; a home that smells nice and peaceful. Even with just simple things, you and your Destined Person feel like all your material needs are more than met. A simple, peaceful Life that honours only the important things~🏡

VIBE: You’re The Only Good Thing In My Life by Cigarettes After Sex

The Future They Envision🔻💜

DP’s sacrifices for YOU – Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler)

DP’s hopes and dreams with YOU – Priestess of Opulence

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Pile 3 – I Finally Grew Up Because of Your Light

DP’s caterpillar stage – Ace of Pentacles Rx

Your Destined Person is someone mature beyond their years, but not for the good reasons. They’ve been traumatised a lot in Life, which forced them to grow up real quick as a means for survival. Because they grew up too quickly, they often deal with a sense of being stuck in a rut. The problems they deal with are beyond the comprehension of their peers. Somehow, they find it really difficult to find help from anybody around them. They suffer from analysis-paralysis frequently.

When they were growing up, they were never crystal clear about where they were going or what they’re meant to do in this incarnation. They could’ve been erratic or had many dreams, goals, and started projects they could never finish. Because along the way their spirit became dejected after pursuing something unrelated to their heart’s true desires.

Your Destined Person is a walking paradox. There’s an element of wisdom and keenness developed beyond their years, but at the freaking same time, there’s a part of their psychology that’s heavily stunted. The skills and knowledge they possess were acquired as part of survival, so beyond that… there’s a lot of practicality they’re failing to grasp because they were never taught properly by a reliable adult. They literally had to learn everything themselves. They practically parented themselves. But how good of a parent could a child have been?

VIBE: Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell

DP’s chrysalis phase – 8 of Pentacles

*this phase for your DP could start before or after you’ve met. If before, it was your aetheric spiritual connection that had led them to chrysalise themselves😉*

Being so lost practically their entire Life, your Destined Person only learnt to mature (the really hard way) after being touched by your essence. It was for you that they had decided to get their shit together. That now there’s something tangible, practical, reliable they could focus all of their Life Force upon for the sake of their own psychological maturing. It was deeply important for them to do this because they wanted to match your divinity.

During this chrysalis phase, every bit of their being was literally obliterated by God. Every cell had to melt and evolve into something majestic (a butterfly). They worked really hard to heal from the past and ready themselves for a future with you. It caused them so much heartache and physical pain. But it was all worth the trouble because you’re worth every cut on their heart.

This was a period they started the foundation of their personal goals and dreams. Might have distanced themselves from a lot of people who burdened them with a lot of negative energies. In the deepest corner of their heart, they knew nothing in this world is worth keeping if it ain’t bringing them to YOU. Whilst being in a chrysalis phase, they kept dreaming of you, yearning for you, praying for you, manifesting you~🎂

VIBE: Opera House by Cigarettes After Sex

spiritual liberation by YOU – 2 of Pentacles

Coming out of chaos to find balance. Your Destined Person is now able to stand confident on their own two feet. Through their own hard work, they’ve learnt a lot and quantum jumped into a full-bodied human being, if that makes sense. Your Love quite literally saved their sanity. You infused hope into their blood system because you believe in their innate goodness and natural capabilities. You may have heard them whisper through the aethers, ‘You saved me, my Love.’

2 of Pentacles being a baby energy gives me this feeling that they’re looking forward to so much more in a future with you. When they meet you for the first time, they know it’s only the beginning of a journey of a lifetime. They know they’re meant to build something together with you. Maybe an empire, a family, a legacy of sort. It may not always be peaches and cream when you’re building, but…

They levelled up as an individual and now they’re ready to take on the world. They’re literally ready for anything, really; as long as it gets them closer to a union with you. And whatever challenges are in store, they know they’re always gonna be able to weather whatever, because you’re right next to them, giving them that confidence boost. They’ve ceased being so unsure about themselves.

VIBE: M.I.A (feat. Jackson Wang) by Afgan

The Future They Envision🔻💚

DP’s sacrifices for YOU – Silver Physician (John Dee)

DP’s hopes and dreams with YOU – Priestess of Inspiration

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Petty

Yeonjun x y/n (f bodied reader.)

⚠️ Content warnings! ⚠️

Smut. Language. Oral sex. Unprotected sex. And more 🌸💕

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It had been two weeks since you and your ex Taehyun broke up. He broke up with you because he felt like you weren’t the right one. Like both of you could do better.

Right.

You found out from a mutual friend of yours that Taehyun was seeing someone new… He broke up with you because he liked someone else. It stung. It stung a lot. You were sick and tired of crying over him though.

You weren’t usually the petty type, but you had so much anger towards Taehyun built up in you now. You knew you had to do something.

Yeonjun was Taehyun’s best friend. Even though Yeonjun was a pretty good friend to Taehyun, he did tend to flirt with you at times. Even in front of Taehyun, which of course he never noticed anyways.

But you did. You paid close attention to the way he’d talk to you. Check you out. Treat you higher than the other people you’ve seen him around. He had a fat fucking crush on you.

You knew Yeonjun liked you a lot. You knew you had power over him. And you were going to use that for your advantage and to get back at Taehyun. He knew when he found out his best friend fucked his ex girlfriend he’d lose his mind. He was a jealous fuck.

Plus… Yeonjun was nice. Sexy. Treated you good. You deserved some fun after what you had been through.

So now, here you were at Yeonjun’s door step. You had on a band t-shirt and some jeans. You knew you didn’t have to dress up to get Yeonjun’s attention. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door a few times.

Yeonjun opened the door, his brows furrowed. He looked hot. He had on a tank top and some grey sweatpants. His blonde hair looked a bit messy. You could tell he had been laying down. “Y/N?” He muttered and tilted his head a bit. You never came by his place unless you were with Taehyun. It surprised him to see you here.

“Hi… I’m sorry I’m stopping by on short notice. I just really needed to see you,” You spoke softly, your eyelashes fluttering a bit. “Of course. Come in,” Yeonjun spoke quietly. He was still clearly a bit confused. He stepped back and let you in, shutting the door behind both of you as you kicked off your shoes.

“So is everything okay?” Yeonjun asked as he stood behind you. You could feel his strong gaze on you. Yeonjun had always been attractive to you, even when you were dating Taehyun.

“Mhm… yeah. Everything’s fine I just needed some company,” you explained innocently as you turned around to face him. You knew from the dark look in his eyes that he knew why you were here.

“Oh? Isn’t it weird that you’re hanging around your ex’s best friend though?” Yeonjun questioned as he cocked his eyebrow. Him making eye contact with you made you shiver.

“I don’t think it’s weird,” you smiled shyly. “Why would it be? I’m not his anymore.” You stepped a bit closer, using all of the confidence you had in you to place your hand on Yeonjun’s arm, looking at him seductively. “I can be around anyone I want to now… can fuck anyone I want to now.” You whispered. It became hard to breath as Yeonjun stared down at you.

“So that’s what you’re here for then? I should’ve known,” Yeonjun let out a dry laugh, rolling his eyes. “Fucking slut.” You blushed heavily with his words. Was Yeonjun actually going to fuck you? Or would he just send you home? Was this a mistake?

You just hoped he’d fuck you.

Not even for pettiness anymore. Your body burned for him now that you were in his presence.

“Yeonjun..” you whispered, your legs feeling like jello as you stood in front of him. “That’s so slutty of you. You know that right?” Yeonjun cooed as he walked up to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “Lucky for you I’ve been craving you for months.”

His words made your stomach fill with butterflies.

You barely even processed the fact that Yeonjun picked you up and carried you all the way to his bedroom. He laid you roughly on the bed before stripping off his clothing, only in his boxers now. He seemed so eager. It was so dirty. You wondered how long he’d wanted you… if he’s ever touched himself to you.

Yeonjun got on the bed in between your legs. He took your shirt off, his eyes immediately landing on your tits. He looked so hungry for you. His expression was making you melt. “So pretty… such a pretty girl.” Yeonjun praised as his hands made their way behind your back, unclasping your bra. He pulled it off of you, grunting when he saw your exposed tits.

His thumbs made their way to rub over your nipples. You gasped slightly with the touch, your back arching a bit. He smirked with you reaction, leaning down to take one of your pink buds into his mouth. He sucked and licked on your nipple, one of his hands teasing the other one by pinching it and rolling it in between his slender fingers.

You were a whimpering mess. Your chest was always sensitive, but something about Yeonjun’s touch made it ten times better.

He pulled away from your chest, causing you to whine a bit. Yeonjun slowly pulled of your pants and panties, your wet arousal now on display for him. “Fuck,” he cursed underneath his breath, spreading your legs apart further to get a better look at your soaked pussy. “So wet.”

He spread your folds apart with his fingers, his mouth watering with the sight of your pretty cunt. Fuck. He needed you so badly. The boner in his pants was starting to ache. He leaned down and suddenly ran his tongue up your pussy. It made your legs lock up and a loud lewd noise left your lips. That was all the encouragement he needed. He dove in and started properly eating you out, his tongue lapping over your clit.

You grabbed his hair roughly as your thighs pressed around his head roughly. You sounded pathetic, constant moans and whimpers leaving your throat. You couldn’t handle the noises of Yeonjun tasting you. He was constantly grunting from how much he was enjoying this.

He sucked on your clit making you squeal.

You were close and Yeonjun knew it. He pulled away causing you to groan loudly. You wanted to cry. “Yeonjun- don’t stop please!” You begged, only causing him to smirk.

“Be patient, princess … I’m about to make you feel even better.” He pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard cock. He was fairly big. It made your pussy clench around nothing.

You couldn’t wait for his cock.

“Fuck. Please,” you whispered out, getting impatient. He got on top of you and positioned his cock with his hand, guiding it into your entrance. He pushed his tip in causing you to cry out loudly, tears pricking your eyes. He was big. Bigger than you were used to.

He let you get used to the feeling for a few seconds before thrusting himself all the way in in one harsh move. You gasped, your hands immediately going to his back. He began slowly fucking you, taking his time. Grunts were constantly leaving his pretty lips. You liked that he was enjoying this as much as you were. It was different with Taehyun. He pleasured you often, but he never seemed to care for it.

Yeonjun liked touching you. Hearing your pretty noises. It drove him insane.

You began to claw at the other’s back, leaving harsh marks on him as he fucked you. He picked up the pace, letting out a stream of curse words when he wasn’t praising you. He was being very vocal. You liked that.

“Fuck. Such a good girl. Taking in my cock so well~” you couldn’t respond with anything but a shaky moan. “So tight baby. I can hardly stand it,” Yeonjun rasped, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

You got louder and louder as you came close to your limit. He was now hitting your sensitive spot over and over. You could barely handle it at this point.

You came hard, and Yeonjun immediately followed along. He pulled out and crashed next to you in bed, only the sounds of your heavy breathing being heard.

What now?

Just when you thought about how awkward things would be now, you felt Yeonjun tilting your head with his hand, making you look at him. “Next time we’ll take a picture and send it to Taehyun,” Yeonjun whispered, his voice now thick and lazy.

Next time?

You should’ve known you’d be wrapped around Yeonjun’s finger now. And today would certainly not be your last time over.

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More Than a Job- Part 1/2

Din Djarin x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: bodyguard!Din, mutual pining, feelings, protective!Din, minor violence, attacks on reader, badass!reader, reader has an older brother and they have a good relationship, me making up a planet and some lore, reader wears a corset, lingering touches, kisses, so much pining!!! This takes place after the end of season 2 but before Book of Boba Fett

Notes: This was all inspired by that post about your appointed knight tenderly helping you lace up your corset and I went 👀 bodyguard Din! No smut in this chapter, but part 2 will be smutty so this fic and my blog is 18+ only still! And I named reader’s brother after my good friend @thematthewmurdock because I like giving my friends cameos in my fics lol! Let me know what you think of this one cause I’m really excited for this!!

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Alone.

For the first time in a long time, the Mandalorian found himself alone. He used to be accustomed to being alone, but since Grogu, he grew fond of the little one’s companionship. And while it was always his mission to return Grogu to his people, Mando still felt the sting of sorrow at letting him go. But, he was with his people now, and the Jedi would take good care of him.

Now it was time for the Mandalorian to find his own people.

Mando heard whispers of the whereabouts of a clan of Mandalorians, but the only concrete information he could get was a direction of where to go to find them. It wasn’t much, but it was a start, so Mando made his way to Mare. Ironically, it was in a neighboring system to Mandalore. Mando wondered if that was a coincidence or not.

“I’m looking for Prince Rion,” the Mandalorian stated simply when he walked into the throne room.

It was a simple space, but still elegant. Mando could tell it was built more for function than glam. Instead of a throne at the top to look down on subjects, there were several tables all with various plans and holos of the planet. It was clearly meant to state that the rulers saw themselves as equals to their people, not above them. It was admirable.

A well dressed man who stood in the center of his constituents raised his head, “Please, just call me Rion,” he crossed the room to meet his guest, “What do I owe the pleasure of a Mandlaorian in my palace? We haven’t seen one of your people in a very long time.” He was warm and friendly, but he also had an air about him that was immediately respectable.

“I’m looking for information on a clan of Mandalorians,” he replied, “I was told you could tell me where to find them.”

Rion didn’t seem surprised by the question; Mare had been a sanctuary for Mandalorians in the past, and several of their secret paths went through the planet. But, ever since the great purge and wars, there have been less and less of them. This was the first one Rion had met in many years.

He sat in quiet contemplation for several moments before he finally answered, “I know the paths, Mando. I think I can help you,” he paused, “But I’ll need something in return as well. Call it a favor for a favor. I’ll even pay you handsomely too.”

Mando knew he wasn’t going to get something for free, “What do you need?”

Rion clasped his hands behind his back and paced, “I don’t know if you’ve heard of the state of my planet, but I’ll be honest with you,” he took a few steps closer and gave him a solemn look, “It’s not great,” Rion sighed as he released his hands and the facade of the wise, strong ruler melted away to reveal a desperate man, “My parents, the King and Queen, were killed recently, and I’ve had to take charge in a rush. We’ve never been sympathetic to the Empire, and even though it’s gone, sympathizers still try to spark the flames of what used to be. I cannot allow that to happen. My people must remain free,” he ran his hands over his face, “But until I can assume full power, my palace and I are vulnerable. We are a people of tradition, you see, and my hands are tied until I’m officially crowned ruler of Mare… And that won’t happen for several weeks…”

“So you need a bodyguard?” Mando assumed.

“Yes,” Rion replied, “But not for me. Let me explain…”

You let out a heavy breath as you made your way down the hallway. Something in you told you that your brother didn’t summon you for idle chat, and you prepared yourself for anything he could have in mind. The two of you were as close as could be, especially after you lost your parents. Rion was a kind, smart and admirable man, and you looked up to him.

“Ah, there are are, I’ve been waiting for you,” your brother noticed you the moment you walked into the room.

He was dressed elegantly, as he always was, and he carried himself like the leader he was born to be. Even when his path to the throne of your home plant was fast tracked, he still looked out for you and watched over you, sometimes you thought a little too much.

“Alright Rion, what was it you needed me so urgently for?” You looked out of place in the room as the only one who was more dressed down. It made those who were unfamiliar with you underestimate you, but that's how you preferred it. You were your brother’s right hand, and you were a skilled and valuable member of his team.

Unfortunately it also made you a target, especially recently.

Your brother gave you a look that he only used when you weren’t going to like what he had to say, “Listen,” he said your name as he crossed the room and stood in front of you, “Things are worse than I realized lately,” he put his hands on your shoulders as you braced yourself for what was to come, “And until my coronation goes though, you’re at risk.”

“I can handle myself, Rion, you know that,” you fought to keep your voice calm, although you didn’t like where he was going with this.

It was true that since your parents died, attacks on you and your brother increased. Those who still sympathized with the Empire tried their best to get rid of you and your brother so that the throne could be filled with someone who was more aligned with their views. But, you both were strong and tough, and you’ve evaded the blaster fire and vibroblades until now.

Your family fought hard to keep peace within your system, and it wasn’t easy. But, both you and your brother knew you were doing the right thing, and you were determined to keep doing so for as long as you could. Until he was officially named ruler of the planet Mare, though, the two of you were more vulnerable, and your brother did not like that at all.

“I know you can,” he sighed, “But until my coronation, I don’t have the power to fully protect you,” he paused as he felt the weight of your stare, “That’s why…”

You raised your eyebrows.

Rion turned around and gestured to the shadowy figure in the corner, “Sis, meet Mando. He’s going to protect you until I’m crowned.”

“What?!” you lost your control, “Rion, I don’t need a bodyguard!”

“Please don’t be a pain in the ass for him,” your brother’s voice was stern, “It’s only temporary. Just until the courts officially move the power to me. Then those Empire sympathizers wouldn’t dare attack us.”

You huffed in frustration as you crossed your arms. A whisper of a curse escaped your lips.

“Please,” Rion whispered your name, “You’re my little sister… My only family left. I can’t lose you too.”

It wasn’t often that you heard your brother sound like that, and the desperate look in his eyes deflated you a bit. Deep down, you knew he was right, you just didn’t want to admit it. You were alive so far, but how much longer would your luck last? How long could you keep up with your own duties to the planet and fight for your very life?

You let out a heavy sigh, “Alright.”

Rion pulled you into a hug, “Good,” he whispered into your ear, “Thank you.”

“Uh-huh,” was all you could respond with as you broke away from your brother and met the helmated gaze of the Mandalorian, “Alright Mando, guess we’re going to be getting to know each other very well.”

You turned and made your way out of the room, and the Mandalorian silently followed. He was stopped, however, by your brother who grabbed onto his arm and leaned in, “She’s tough, but she’s got a good heart. Just don’t let her stubbornness get to you,” he paused, “And once you’re done, I promise you’ll get paid well and I’ll give you the information you wanted. You have my word.”

Mando nodded and went to follow you out the door.

The first day was filled with council meetings in which you had to argue your way for anything. The others at the table seemed to talk down to you, no matter how right you were about the topic. As he watched, Mando realized the reason for your guarded behavior: you were like this because you had to be. You had to fight for anything and everything, even if your brother was well respected.

And the bizarre part for Mando was how right you were about everything. The lives of everyone would be better if they would only listen to you. And you could get more done if you didn’t have to argue for yourself every step of the way.

“Have fun today, Mando?” you asked him as he escorted you back to your room.

Through the modulator in his helmet, Mando just scoffed.

You couldn’t help the smirk as you felt his eyes roll even if you couldn’t see them, “Well, this is me,” you gestured to your door, “I think Rion has you set up right next door,” you didn’t know why you suddenly felt nervous under his gaze.

“Let me check though first,” Mando barged past you, “Always do this every night,” he told you as he swept through your room.

You were too flustered to say anything. There was a stranger in your room, and you didn’t quite know how you felt about it. You watched him move swiftly, despite the heavy armor he wore. You caught a glimpse of his silhouette under the cape as he bent over to check something, and you couldn’t help but stare at his legs. Suddenly, you were glad for more reasons than one that he wasn’t staying in your room with you.

“Everything’s good,” Mando turned back around and stepped in front of you, “You alright?” he tilted his helmet to the side as he saw the expression on your face. He wasn’t sure what to make of the look you gave him, and it made him swallow hard.

“Fine,” you regained your composure, “See you tomorrow I guess.”

Mando nodded as he left the room, “Keep your blade and comm close. Lock the door behind me,” he told you before he stepped out.

The moment the door slid closed, you let out a heavy breath, and you didn’t know that just on the other side of the door, the Mandalorian did the exact same thing. This was going to be a long few weeks…

And a long few weeks it was. Mando watched from the shadows over your shoulder as you went to council meetings and fought for the fate of your planet and the safety of your people. He watched as you displayed the same admirable traits as your brother, even if others couldn’t quite see it at times.

The way your brows furrowed when you tried to hide your exacerbation, the way your shoulders relaxed when you finally had a breakthrough, even the fierce look in your eyes were all captivating to the Mandalorian. The more time he spent with you, the more he became enamored with you, and Mando had to fight off his own quickly growing feelings for you.

“It’s just a job,” he’d whisper to himself at night when he was alone in the room next to yours. And yet, he couldn’t help but think, “The kid would really like her.”

On the other side of the wall, you let out a heavy sigh as you started to feel comforted by the Mandalorian’s presence. What you thought was an annoyance at first, quickly evolved into something else, and the few times he wasn’t at your side, you suddenly felt lonely. You didn’t even have to look behind you to know he was there, and you always felt his watchful eye on you.

There were no attacks yet, and the whispers of threats always turned out to be rumors, but you wondered how fiercely Mando would defend you if something were to happen. You knew how to handle yourself, you and your brother both learned young how to fight, but his broad, armored body made your mind race. Your imagination ran wild as you wondered what it would be like to be in his embrace.

“Safe,” you exhaled with a sigh as you thought out loud, “He makes me feel safe,” is what you decided it would be like in his arms.

While you were stubborn and reluctant at first, you quickly grew fond of the man in beskar who always watched over you. The more the days went by, the more you wondered if he was only so attentive because it was a job, or if he started to feel the same way about you.

Of course, you would actually have to say something to know for sure. And you felt like you needed to apologize for the way you were short with him when you first met. That was when you had an idea.

“Here,” you shoved a small package into the Mandalorian’s hands as he walked you back to your room at the end of the day like he always did, “I’m sure my brother is keeping you well fed, but take this as a special token of appreciation from me. It’s a small comfort cake I’ve always loved. I don’t know if you like sweets much but I just thought…”

“Thank you,” Mando interrupted your rambling with a genuine tone. He tilted his head the way he did almost every time he looked at you now, and it was a gesture you had come to adore.

You let out a deep breath as you flashed a quick nervous smile, “I also wanted to apologize,” you waited for him to say something, but when he kept silent you went on, “I’ve been kind of a hard-ass with you, and I know it’s not your fault or anything and it wasn’t fair of me to take my frustrations on my brother out on you. So, I’m sorry.”

Mando watched you for a long moment, and you wished more than anything you could read his expression. You wondered what thoughts ran through his head as you saw the subtle way his helmet lowered as he looked you over.

“Don’t worry about it,” was what he finally broke his silence with. He stared at you for another long beat, and you thought his gaze dropped down to your lips, but you couldn’t quite tell. “Good night.”

You fought to keep your face neutral as you dropped your shoulders in disappointment, “Good night,” you replied before you turned and went into your room.

Once the door closed and locked and you heard the Mandalorian’s footsteps retreat, you let out a heavy sigh, “What am I doing?” you asked yourself as you changed and got ready for bed. You went through your usual routine, as well as the added safety measures Mando told you to do. You checked all entryways, made sure your door was locked and secure, and placed your knife and comm on your bedside table just in case.

Once you were sure you were safe, you flopped onto your large, plush bed and sighed again. Sleep did not come as easily as you had hoped, though, and you found your mind was full of thoughts of your bodyguard. You wondered about his past, and what he planned to do once your brother felt you no longer needed him at your side. You wondered if he would miss you after he went away. You wondered what it would be like if he were here beside you right now…

But your thoughts were interrupted as the glass of your bedroom window suddenly shattered and men dressed in all black poured in. You yelped as you shot up and instinctively grabbed your knife before they could grab you.

“You’re coming with us, sweetheart,” one of them sneered as he reached for you.

“I don’t think so,” you quipped back as you lashed out at him with your knife.

In the next room, Mando quickly leapt to his feet the moment he heard commotion. Sleep hadn’t taken him yet either, and he laid awake with thoughts of you in his head when he heard the sound of glass breaking and your shouts.

Still fully armed, Mando rushed to your door and unlocked it with his keycard. He whispered your name to himself and hoped that the seconds it took him to get up didn’t make him too late. But, as he bolted into your room with his blaster in his hand, the sight before him took him by surprise.

You stood in the middle of the scattered bodies on the floor as you panted heavily. In your eyes was a fierceness Mando had never seen before, and it made his breath hitch in his throat. When you heard the door open, you spun around, ready to attack again, but you immediately dropped your shoulders when you saw the Mandalorian there.

“Mando!” you sighed in relief.

He breathed your name as he stepped closer to you, “Are you alright?”

Just as you opened your mouth to answer, another crash through the adjoining window called both your attention. One last man barreled through the other window to your bedroom and leapt right for you. You braced yourself, but the Mandlorian was faster and he rushed forward and shot the man right in the chest before he reached you.

Both of you watched the last man drop to the floor dead as Mando quickly rushed to your side, “You ok?” he repeated as he clasped his hand around your arm and looked you over for any injury.

You gazed into the visor of his helmet and you felt your heart pound in your chest at the way he held your arm so tightly, “I’m fine,” you let go of the breath you held, “See, I told you I could handle myself,” you added with a smirk to try and diffuse the tension you suddenly felt.

Mando tilted his helmet to the side as you swore you heard a short laugh, “I didn’t doubt you.”

A sharp exhale escaped your lips as you found yourself at a loss for words. Between the adrenaline that rushed through your veins and the way the Mandalorian held you, your mind swam with a thousand thoughts.

Before either of you could speak, though, a groan from the floor interrupted.

“If we can’t take you alive…” he hissed through gritted teeth as he lifted his arm and revealed a detonator in his hand.

Mando reacted quicker than you did and with your name under his breath, he grabbed you and rushed you toward the open window. Suddenly, you found yourself swept up in his arms and before you knew what happened, an explosion shook your bedroom. Mando got you out just in time, though, and he leapt out the open window with you in his arms.

With one arm secretly around your waist, Mando pulled out a grapple and flicked it toward the frame of your window. He used the leverage of the cable and swung you both forward into the window of the floor below your bedroom. You gasped and buried yourself in the crook of his neck as he used his body to shield you as the two of you crashed through the window and landed on the floor safely.

All the breath felt forced out of your body as you hit the ground hard and immediately felt a weight on top of you. Mando had positioned himself over you to protect you in case there were any more intruders and he pointed his blaster out into the open space, ready to attack. As you panted underneath him, he scanned the area and it wasn’t until he was sure you were safe that he finally moved.

“Looks like that was all of them,” Mando said as he lifted himself off of you, “Let me help you up,” he extended his hand to you.

Although you had just fought for your life, you found that you missed the feeling of Mando on top of you, and you were almost disappointed that he got up so quickly. It took a moment for your mind to catch up to you as you stared at his extended hand for several moments. It wasn’t until he said your name with concern that you snapped out of your head and took his hand.

“I’ve got you,” Mando’s voice was soft and comforting as he helped you onto your feet.

Your hand stayed securely in his as your eyes never felt his visor. There were so many things you wanted to say to him at that moment, but nothing came out of your mouth. And before you found your voice, the door to the room you were in suddenly burst open.

Mando quickly shoved you behind him and pulled out his new weapon-the darksaber. He had it braced in front of you both, ready to attack, but he relaxed when he saw that it was your brother and his guards. Rion breathed your name in relief as he lowered his own weapon.

You peeked out from behind the barrier of beskar that protected you and gave your defender a square on his arms, “Rion,” you glanced at Mando for a moment in a silent thanks before you rushed over to your brother.

“Are you ok? What happened?” Rion looked you over and his eyes held a panic that you had never seen before, “Get to the healers at once,” he shouted orders to his guards.

“Wait… Rion…” you looked back at Mando with a worried look as you were pushed out of the room before you could stop them.

Your brother glanced down at the unmistakable weapon in the Mandlaorian’s hand. His mouth dropped open in surprise before he regained his composure and crossed the room to stand in front of him, “Thank you,” his voice still trembled no matter how he tried to hide it, “Thank you for protecting my sister.”

“It was my job,” Mando’s own voice betrayed him as he sheathed his weapon and secured it on his belt.

“Mmmhmm,” Rion didn’t sound convinced, “I think there’s more for us to talk about, Mando…”

You found yourself in a whirlwind as preparations for your brother’s coronation hastened. What should have taken weeks was done in a day, and you between the attack last night and the flurry of preparations, felt overwhelmed. It was a relief when you finally had some time to yourself to get ready for the ceremony.

Since your room was nothing more than ash now, your brother moved you to another room along with anything that was able to be salvaged. If you were honest, your belongings were the last thing on your mind. You actually only had one person in your thoughts, and you had barely gotten the chance to talk to the man who saved your life last night since you were so busy all day.

You wondered where Mando was as you fumbled with your corset in vain. The last thing he said to you was that he was going with your brother to check over security and that he'd be back as soon as he could. As much as you initially resented having a bodyguard, you found yourself lonely without the Mandalorian at your side. You let out a loud sigh as you forced those thoughts out of your head and tried again with the corset of the outfit that was much fancier than anything you liked to wear on a daily basis.

As if on cue, a knock at your door made you turn your head and you couldn’t hide the smile that lit up your face when the Mandalorian walked into the room.

“I’m sorry I took longer, I…” Mando froze for a moment when he saw you standing there with your outfit off your shoulders and your corset loose on your waist, “Sorry I’ll…” he rushed to leave, but your voice stopped him in his tracks.

“No, wait,” you sounded troubled, and the desperation in your voice made his heart skip a beat.

Mando turned back around and the look in your eyes stirred feelings within him that he tried to hard to bury ever since he came here, “Is,” he swallowed hard as he stepped back into the room and shut the door, “Is everything ok?” he asked in his usually soft voice as he hoped you didn’t hear how strained he sounded.

“I actually,” you suddenly sounded sheepish, “I can’t get this stupid thing tied on my own. Could you…” you took a deep breath as you fiddled with your fingers, “Would you mind…?” you gestured to your back and the undone laces.

“Alright,” Mando whispered as he stepped up behind you.

“Thanks,” your voice was just a hushed as you turned back around and faced the mirror. You forced yourself to keep your eyes up as you watched the figure of the Mandlaorian come up behind you. You hoped that he couldn’t see how nervous you were as you tried your best to keep yourself calm.

His touch was surprisingly gentle for how tough a bounty hunter he was. You barely even felt his fingers against your body as he threaded the laces and carefully tugged at your corset. Vaguely, you wondered if he had done this before as you bit your lip and fought to keep your breathing steady.

You had a searing question on your mind, but as badly as you wanted to ask, you kept silent about it. You knew something was up by the way he was acting, but Rion refused to tell you what it was. You were sure it had to do with the weapon Mando carried with him, and as much as you wanted to know, you cared more about the man who stood behind you than anything else.

Together, the two of you stayed in a tense silence as the tips of his fingers gently brushed against your skin.

When you couldn’t stand the silence anymore, you whispered, “Thank you by the way. For saving my life last night.” You watched his helmet in the mirror and you caught the way his gaze seemed to flick up to your eyes as he looked up for a brief moment.

“It’s part of the job,” he replied softly.

Your next words were bold, even if you spoke them softly, “Is that the only reason?”

Mando was quiet for several moments, as if he wasn’t sure what to say back. “You had it mostly handled,” Mando replied as he forced his gaze back to your corset, “Everyone underestimates you.”

“Not you though,” you smirked as you felt him secure your corset.

“Never.”

At the same time, both of you looked up and met your gaze in the mirror. The lingering silence was tense as Mando’s fingers lingered on the skin of your upper back. It was at that moment that you realized he took his gloves off.

You quickly spun around and took his hands in yours before you could stop yourself. Mando hissed your name in a soft protest, but any fight was lost when you looked at him with those eyes.

“Should I not…?” you asked in a whisper.

Mando stayed silent for a long moment, “It’s alright,” he finally said.

You knew you couldn’t see his face, but there wasn’t anything saying you couldn’t see his hands. But, you also didn’t want to cross any line with him, so you waited for him to nod before your eyes dropped back down to the only exposed skin on his body. His skin was surprisingly soft, even with the calluses on his hands from the weapons he wielded over the years. And on the back of one hand was a small bullseye tattoo. You smirked as you ran your thumb across it and made a note to ask about it another time.

“It wasn’t the only reason,” Mando whispered softly.

Suddenly, you felt brave and your eyes ran up his arms as you pictured what his bare skin looked like underneath all that beskar. When you met his gaze through his helmet, an idea popped in your head.

Slowly, you reached out and rested your hand on Mando’s chest. You looked into his visor for a sign to stop, and when you found none, you carefully slipped your hand underneath his helmet. You heard his breath hitch in his throat, but he made no attempt to stop you as you caressed his cheek under the armor. You exhaled sharply when you felt patches of stubble on his skin there and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you trust me?” you broke the silence of the room.

“Yes,” Mando replied without hesitation.

You nodded as you pulled your hand out from under the helmet and took one of his hands in yours. You brought his hand up to cover your eyes and you didn’t let go until you were sure he would keep his hand there. With trembling hands, you reached out again and slowly lifted his helmet up, unable to see anything in front of you.

Mando’s other hand came up and held your waist tightly as he allowed your actions. When you lifted his helmet enough so that his lips touched the cool air, he leaned forward and took own lips in a soft but needy kiss. You immediately moaned softly into his mouth as you almost lost your grip on his helmet.

The warmth of his lips engulfed you, and you quickly parted your own lips to invite him deeper into you. Mando took the invitation, and he tightened his grip on you as he dove his tongue into your mouth. The kiss quickly heated up and you felt like you could burst into flames from the passion you felt in Mando’s kiss.

“Din,” he whispered against your lips as he peppered soft kisses along the side of your face.

“What?” you kept your eyes closed as you basked in his affections.

“My name,” he clarified, “I want you to know it. It’s Din.”

You smiled against his cheek, “Din,” you echoed. The way he squeezed you tighter told you that he liked the sound of his name in your voice. And then it hit you that he spoke to you without his helmet on for the first time. Meaning you heard his unmodulated voice. It sent shivers up your spine and suddenly you didn’t care about your brother’s coronation. All you wanted was for him to rip off the corset he just so tenderly tied and tangle your body with his.

But, duty called, so reluctantly, you lowered his helmet. You waited for Din to take his hand off your eyes, and even then you kept them closed for another moment and just savored the feeling of his strong body against yours. Once you blinked your eyes open, though, you were greeted by the familiar silver beskar helmet that you had grown so fond of and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Shall we?” you asked with a heavy exhale.

Din nodded as he ran his hand down your arm and gave your hand one last squeeze before letting you go.

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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omg!! i have a request! i loveeee mutual pining. so is there anyway you could do something along the lines of the whole “have you seen the way she looks at you? you’d think you’re the one who put the stars in the sky with how much love she has for you” and a jealous love confession from r??

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paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, mutual pining, sexual tension (?), kinda friends to lovers, allusions to sex but sfw

warning(s): mentions of consuming alcohol, smoking (?), grammatical errors, not proofread.

word count: 1.7k

note: I'm back bitchez. Sorry I haven't been posting, I've been lacking inspiration. I apologise in advance if this isn't the good. I hope you like it, nonnie. Let me know if you want a part 2 for what happened next. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

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Your eye twitched as you watched him pull Florence closer to his body.

She looked so comfortable in his arms, as if she was meant to be there. You felt sick at the sight, wanting more than anything for her to be in your arms, you breathing in her scent, her hand on your thigh trailing small circles, and her burning touch against your skin.

“Y/n, are you listening?”

Toby snapped you out of your thoughts, forcing you to look away from them.

“I’m sorry, I was just–”

“Drooling at my sister? Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

“Shut up,” you smacked his arm, afraid Florence would hear the two of you talking.

But it was almost impossible for you to hear Toby through the loud music, so you figured it would be even harder for her to hear you two. Not that it mattered anyway, she was too engrossed by that idiot.

“Why don’t you tell her?” Toby took a sip from his cup.

“Tell her what?” you tried to play dumb, but he knew you pretty well, you couldn’t fool him.

“Tell her that you are madly in love with her.”

“I’m not,” you scoffed.

“Oh, come on. I’ve seen the way you look at her. The eyes, chico. They never lie.”

“Don’t give me that Scarface shit, you twat.”

“Who is a twat?” Raffie’s voice made you jump.

“Toby.”

“Y/n.”

The both of you replied at the same time, causing Raffie to chuckled and rolled her eyes at the both of you.

“Yeah, you both are.”

“This twat here,” Toby pointed at you, “doesn't want to tell Florence how she feels.”

“Oh, yeah. She is a twat.”

“Raffie,” you knitted your brows.

“He’s right, you know. Why can’t you just tell her?”

“Just look at her,” you nodded in Florence's direction. She was laughing at whatever that idiot had said. “She clearly likes him. Plus, we’ve been friends forever. I can’t just ruin our friendship. I won’t. I would rather have her as a friend than not have her at all in my life.”

Raffie looked at his brother. The both of them were so done with you and Florence’s bullshit. You two were so dense, always going to either Toby or Raffie to mumble nonstop about each other: “Florence is just so breathtaking,” you would say. “Y/n, she’s mesmerising. She makes my knees go weak, Raffie,” Florence would tell her. “Her laugh is just like a melody to my ears,” Toby would roll his eyes at you. “She makes me so nervous, but I also feel so at ease next to her,” Florence would tell her brother.

They could see the whole thing crystal clear. She liked you, you liked her, simple as that. They never understood how you missed Florence’s hints towards you, or the way she would touch you, or how her eyes would lit up the second you came into the room. But then again, Florence never noticed how you would laugh at her lame dad jokes, or how you would always need to be close to her, or the fact that you would always come up with stupid excuses just to be with her.

Florence felt your burning gaze on her frame, finding your eyes in an instant. She smiled at you, as she would always do just to see your cheeks turning red. But all she received was a tight smile and next thing she knew you were walking away from Raffie and Toby. She could tell something was bothering you. Of course she could tell, she spent every minute of her day watching over your every movement and reaction. She knew when you were sad, angry, happy, scared, worried. And she could tell something was upsetting you.

“Hey, where are you going?” Chad, the dude she met just minutes ago, asked.

Chad wasn’t bad, he was just a little too drunk. Florence was too kind to turn him away, but she really had no interest in him.

“Listen, Chad. I had a good time,” he was so boring, “but I have to go, yeah?”

“Oh.”

“You know, that brunette over there has been looking at you the entire night. Why don’t you go and say hi?”

“Really?” Chad looked confused.

“Yeah, just go, buddy. Have fun and don’t do anything you shouldn't be doing,” Florence said before getting closer to where her siblings were.

“It’s just, you know how dense they–”

“Hey, you!” Raffie cut Toby off.

“Hey, what happened to Y/n?” she ignored what the two of them were talking about earlier. Right now, she was more interested in knowing what had happened to you.

“Oh, you know, she just…” Raffie trailed off, looking at her brother for help.

Toby could almost see Raffie’s brain trying to find the right words to say. If he had been a little more sober, his brain would probably be doing the same. But he was a little tipsy, and his brain wasn’t working properly.

“You know what, fuck it. Florence,” he grabbed her sister by her shoulder, “you need to go find Y/n, and tell her how you feel.”

“You know I can’t do that, she would–”

“No, just listen to me. I’m done with this bullshit. She loves you, okay?”

“Toby,” she tried to say but Toby once again cut her off.

“No, hear me out. Have you seen the way she looks at you? No, of course not, you’re clueless, for god’s sake,” he answered himself. “They way she looks at you, she just,” his intoxicated brain was struggling to find the right words. “This girl is utterly in love with you. You’d think you’re the one who put the stars in the sky with how much love she has for you, Flo.”

Florence didn’t know what to say.

“She’s been watching you the whole night with that dude. She thought you liked him, and she just couldn't take any longer watching you with him. So, you go after her and tell her how you feel, okay?”

Florence could only nod at them, still too stunned to actually speak. Her brain was going so fast thinking the right words to confess her feelings to you. But first she needed to find you.

She knew you were upset, upset because of her but that didn’t matter right now. And when you would get upset you would always go out to have a smoke. She walked out of the pub, looked to her right then to her left. And that was when she saw you. Leaning against the wall, eyes closed breathing out the smoke.

She carefully approached you, as if she were to be too loud you would run away from her.

“Mind sharing?”

Your eyes opened at the sound of her voice, your heart rate increasing. You passed the cigarette to her, your fingertips brushing against her skin. You watched as she breathed in, her chest puffing up causing butterflies in your stomach.

“What happened to the guy you were talking to?” you suddenly remembered why you were upset.

Florence noticed the slight anger in your voice. Was it also jealousy maybe?

“What about him?” she was now messing with you, wanting to see if you were actually jealous.

“I just thought you two were getting along,” you shrugged.

“We were,” your heart shrunk at her words. “Why did you walk out, Y/n?” you noticed she got closer to you, which made you more nervous.

Florence was also nervous, about you being that close to her, about her heart beating so fast, but she couldn’t let you see that. Not if she wanted to tease you a little bit.

You grabbed the cigarette and brought it up to your lips.

“I just needed some space,” you breathed out the smoke.

“Bullshit.”

She took a step closer to you, her feet touching yours.

“I just…”

“It’s okay, you can tell me,” she whispered.

You could feel her hot breath on your lips.

“I didn’t want to watch.”

“Watch what exactly?” she knew what you were talking about, but she wanted to hear you say it.

Your eyes moved down to her lips and quickly moved up to find her eyes.

“I didn’t want to watch you with him. I didn’t want to watch him touching you, is that what you wanna hear? That I couldn’t even watch him looking at you. That you made me go fucking crazy,”

“And what are you going to do about it?” her lips were so close to yours. If you were to move you would be kissing her.

You brought the cigarette to your lips one more time, breathing in and then breathing out the smoke on her parted lips. You watched as she breathed in and then out the smoke. Even though your brain was clouded with a bit of alcohol and her intoxicating scent, you then realised that she was teasing you. That she wanted you to react like this. So you did what you hoped she wanted you to do.

Your lips found hers, putting the both of you out of your misery. You could taste the cigarette in her mouth and the vodka she had earlier. A moan escaped from your lips when you felt her teeth biting into your bottom lip. Your hand went to find her hair, slightly pulling it, causing a whimper to fall out of her mouth, but was muffled by your lips. You were so lost on her lips, and her body against yours that you didn’t notice two figures coming your way.

“Fucking finally!” Toby shouted, causing the two of you to pull back from each other.

“Get a room, you two!” Raffie joked.

“Shut up,” Florence and you said at the same time, which made the four of you chuckle.

“Are you guys ready to go home?” Toby asked.

Florence pecked your lips one more time and said, “Hell yeah!” a grin was plastered on her face.

“Oh, gross. I know that look,” Raffie complained.

“What look?” Florence played dumb, she knew exactly what her sister was talking about.

“Just don’t be too loud, okay? I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

“I can’t make any promises,” she said, making her way to the car, pulling you inside with her.

“We should drop them in a hotel or something,” Toby mumbled.

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