#again sage......... sorry this took so long

[hikari3601]

We’ll be a Fine Line

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Pairing | Al Haitham x Reader

Author’s Note | I’m really sorry for the super long wait.

CW/TW | Al Haitham’s mean :(

Synopsis | Flinching away from him during an argument.

The line between distance and disregard is a fine one, something that Al Haitham seemed to have overlooked. The Scribe -who lives off of rationality as if it were air, found that space seemed to be the most efficient means towards a peaceful resolution during conflict, yet it all turned sour somewhere down the line and worst of all, its toxicity was so steadily progressive that it only became noticeable when it was nigh impossible to ignore it.

Several arguments had passed without any form of resolution and with every person in the Academia five seconds away from an aneurysm, as Acting Grand, Sage Al Haitham was not in the best of moods.

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“Haitham.” You called from behind the door, patiently waiting with his lunch in hand, yet silence was all that ensued in the following moments, thus you called again, a little louder this time…still nothing.

Deciding to try your luck at entering you turned the handle, perhaps he had an errand to run and was out for a bit, you thought.

Fortunately, the door was unlocked, and lo and behold sat Al Haitham at his desk, hair slightly tousled and his cape laying on the couch. He looked up at you questioningly. “Can I help you Y/N?”

“I knocked to see if you were in.” You explained, “I guess you didn’t hear me.”

He remained unmoving for several seconds, his eyes trained on the papers in front of him and after he placed the page down he allowed his gaze to briefly flicker towards you. “I heard it.”

Taking a few steps towards into the office, you took note of the cold atmosphere surrounding him but decided against commenting. “Why didn’t you answer?” You asked instead, placing his favourite meal on his desk.

“I was busy.” He deadpanned, eyes glued on the new page in front of him.

Your gaze drifted across his large frame, “When was the last time you slept?” You inquired, noting the dark circles on the skin surrounding his turquoise eyes.

“I took a little nap some few hours ago.”

A frown took form on your lips. “A nap in your office doesn’t count. When was the last time you got over five hours of sleep in your bed.” You urged, your frustration growing at his dismissive attitude.

He sighed, laying his papers on his desk with a loud ‘slap’ and looking up at you with a slight glare. “What is it you came for Y/N, unlike you I’m busy.”

“I’m here to check up on you Al Haitham.” You felt your aggravation grow in spite of your efforts to remain level-headed. “You’ve been working non stop and I’m worried about you.”

“Well, as you can see Y/N I’m perfectly well. Now, if you would kindly leave my office—“

“Why are you being like this?” You finally sighed, your patience beginning to waver.

“Because I have work to do. I don’t have time to laze around with you.”

“Laze around with me?” You echoed. “I may not be the Acting Grand Sage, Al Haitham, but that doesn’t mean I’m not working. I stop what I’m doing every day just to see if you’re alright…because Archons know that if I don’t, you’d be skipping meals daily!”

“I’m not some child Y/N, I don’t need you to look after me, now if you would please leave my office, I’m wasting time with this discussion.”

“How on earth do you think it’s right to treat people like this?” You snapped, the festering heat in your chest reaching its peak. “I’m worried about you because I care!”

“If you really cared…” He rose from his seat, approaching you with a steadiness that left you uneasy. “you would have left Y/N instead of wasting my time!”

His last words echoed throughout the room, but what was truly deafening to the man was your reaction —the way you stepped away from him as if preparing to flee.

Groaning at his actions, he lifted a hand to his already dishevelled hair in a poor attempt to calm his racing mind but watched in horror as you flinched.

Disgust soon washed over him like a tidal wave.

You thought he would hurt you?

Archons, he did hurt you… though not physically. It dawned on him that he had been treating you abrasively for the last few months, yet you still remained nothing short of kind and patient towards him.

He didn’t deserve you, he thought, yet a part of him selfishly feared that you’d leave him after today.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, and although his voice had grown soft, his eyes trembled with unspoken words of guilt and regret, the sight stubbornly pulling at your heart until you bridged the gap between the two of you and quietly took him into your arms.

He hesitated to reciprocate, worried that he’d cause you more alarm, but all it took was you tightening your hold around his torso for him to wrap his arms around you, settling his head against the crook of your neck.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear. I’m sorry.”

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[mochalate]

"ghosts" ; postwar!levi/reader w/c: 700 ; fluff/angst

unlike levi, you're physically whole, but you seem to have lost some pieces of yourself too

“Do you want milk in your tea?” you ask, firing up the stove.

Levi pretends there isn’t a lump in his throat. “No.” 

He remembers you asking him this question before, in another life. One where the monsters didn’t only show up at night; where you knew what they looked like without him having to tell you. 

Where you remember he hates milk in his tea.

Levi fears he's being greedy, wishing for you to remember. He’s been doing nothing but wishing for the last few months— how long until the universe takes away everything it’s given him this time, like he’s a spoiled child having his playthings confiscated after a tantrum? 

He tries to be grateful. You survived that fall from the Founding Titan’s spines. Someone, somewhere had listened when he’d held your hand and prayed for you to wake up, to look at him just one more time, so he could apologise for not being there to catch you. He’d wanted nothing more than to hear you say his name again. So what if you'd ended up saying it like a question?

Levi watches you set his cup down in front of him, smiling. You’re always smiling now, far more than before. It makes him worry he’s being selfish, wanting you to get better. Wouldn’t he choose to forget too? All of the death and the destruction, from the underground to the coast of Marley; and the powerlessness to stop any of it?

He tries to tell himself he would, but he knows it’s a lie. What else did he have to show for all of it, if not for those memories?

“Have you remembered anything?” he asks. 

You shake your head. “I’m sorry, Levi.”

“Don’t apologise. You aren’t doing anything wrong.”

You bite your lip— just like you always did. That’s what gives him this devastating, soul-gouging hope, every day. How you’re still you. You still like sweet things more than salty ones, and your spoon still produces the same clinking melody when you stir the sugar into your tea. 

He allows the wound to reopen itself every morning after you ask to start sleeping next to him again, because he wakes up with your head tucked against his shoulder just like he remembers. He knows everything is still in there, buried somewhere inside your body; because on some nights, you cry and struggle in your sleep, running from things that won’t ever chase you anymore. 

Levi selfishly wakes you up, to ask you again and again if you remember, but you never do. 

Pieck had visited once, back from one of their peace-mongering trips. They weren’t working, she’d told him. She’d heard all about him from his brats in the 104th, and thought he would have some sage wisdom; or at least understand what it felt like to lose hope in something you believed in.

He couldn’t supply either of those things.

Pieck was smart, he’ll give her that. She had understood immediately. 

“I always felt,” she’d said, “that it was the worst thing in the world to not have any scars to show. But at least I could explain what was wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with her,” Levi had replied. It was true.

Pieck had hummed. “There’s definitely something wrong with you though, captain. Who thinks waking their wife up from a nightmare is selfish?”

It's selfish, because Levi feels like what he wakes you up into must be the real nightmare, lying next to a strange man who knows more about you than anyone else in the world.

"What's got you worried?" you ask him, shaking him out of his thoughts.

He's worried you'll realise he could just be a bad dream, if that's what you wanted. "I'm not worried."

"You're quiet."

"I'm always quiet."

You laugh. He realises your cup is already half-empty, and his is untouched.

"You're quiet, but not like this. Penny for your thoughts?"

You give him a smile that's as lovely as always, as lovely as it's always been. He knows he could fall in love with that smile as many times as it took. And when you reach for his hand, he wants to believe you'll allow him to, even if it's just for today.

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[yourlocaltreesimp]

if I was the guide I would try to help link more then just help him with puzzles and where to go next. I would try helping with enemies and bosses by distracting them, help with stealth missions by making noise to distract guards, scavenge for things like rupees, bombs, arrows, food ect, for them, watch over link while he slept,help teach them how to play instruments cuz i doubt they would automatically know how to play, help keep them warm at night, let link vent and not bottle up his emotions,ya know cuz the poor boy deserves some help. Maybe guide reader help teach the links how to fight, cuz time, wind, and maybe legend, hyrule and how to sword fight cuz there's no way time and wind would know how to sword fight when their journeys first began, they were just kids, legend and four might have cuz legends uncle knew how to use a sword and fours grandfather is a blacksmith and in the four swords manga his father is captain of the hyrule knights, hyrule I don't honestly know if the fairies taught him how to fight with weapons, twilight was taught by rusl, sky, warriors and calamity were training/were already knights, wild would definitely have to be re taught how to fight again, and sage already remembered/ relearned how. I don't know how old first, korodai and courage were when they first learned,How would the chain react to that if they remembered? Sorry it's so long.😅

Sorry this one’s been sitting so long! This is going to be a bit of a ramble, but it’ll make sense! Took some liberties!!

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Player/Guide!reader is the epitome of comfort to the boys. Much of their lives they have been taught through experience to trust no one —not even their own goddess— lest they get a dagger in the back. And at first they are cautious. A person with no ties to hyrule who is so eerily familiar with the heroes and utterly bewitching? They’re half convinced you are a trick, meant to play on their insecurities and trauma.

Time gathers his recollections first. He remembers your calm voice correcting his form and swings, your encouragement to keep improving— not with the intent of killing, but with only his safety at heart. He’d buried his blade within the thick trunk of a tree and heard your old whispers through his ears, and it all made sense. That even as his bones were cracked and reformed and the threads of time unraveled, you were consistent. Even when he wasn’t the same him that you loved before, you were back again. Protecting him, even if he didn’t need it. You were arms for him to return to and someone to hold and love.

Legend remembered almost on accident. He’d bolted up from the solid earth, rings snagging at his hair as his fingers tugged at the root. His chest rose and fell rapidly, like that of a frightened animal. You’d cautiously found your way in front of him, talking him down from the world within. Your hands massaged his palms easing the tension and removing his hair from his grip. You’d done this many times before, he realised. You were all he had for the months after leaving Koholint, your unconditional love despite his less than stellar attitude was something he felt guilty to forget. But perhaps now he’d be content to make up for it by letting you keep him there, curled up against your chest… even if he’d get some teasing.

Twilight didn’t actually remember on his own. In fact, he’s so stubborn and protective over the ‘pack’ that he likely wouldn’t have if it weren’t for Epona. For a large part, he trusted her judgment. Most animals did have a keener sense for natural disasters, but she always seemed to have a good sense of character. Sure, it was odd enough she ate right out of your hand with a happy nicker, but she just really liked apples. She’s a horse, she’s easily bribed. But even then, he’s not sure how much bribing it would take for her to lay down and let you braid flowers through her freshly brushed mane. It was trust. From all the other times you did it absentmindedly —occasionally even to him— it seems her trust in character was still sharp.

Warriors was actually slightly embarrassed by how he came to remember. Dripping wet from the rain and favourite cloak littered with mud and holes, he was rather cranky. He got showered and changed —thank the three they were at an inn— and decided to leave the stained and worn clothes as a tomorrow problem. That was until his prized blanket scarf found its way into to your mits. He tried to snatch it back, earning some odd looks and the shutter of the sheikah slate. You were frustratingly difficult to catch. It seemed that hadn’t changed. When he was ultimately successful, however, he realised that you’d actually been making an incredibly successful job at washing and repairing it as you’d done thousands of times before. He remembers you my firelight, cobalt swathed over your lap as your needle glided through the fabric. He remembered trying to imitate your stitches. He remembered how he never quite got it right.

He let you finish working.

Four was having a crisis. Do not let his indifference fool you, this man is a wreck. Best believe that beyond his surprisingly stubborn stoicism, the colors are shaking each other by the shoulders and screaming. Red recognised you immediately. His heart was quite literally moulded after your soft words and carefully love, he couldn’t forget you so long as he had a soul. Green being the mediator between them all and heard his quiet utters. The most honest a man could be that his adoration was infectious. It was you who taught him who he was. Blue took a while. So strong-willed in his stance, the he forgot you were the one to teach him to take a stand. He forgot it was you who willed him to fight for what he loved. Vio fell last, what would you expect of the mind. He hardly noticed it. The way his thoughts timed to you, the way he sought your presence and craved your voice. It was you who taught them how to be separate and yet loved them wholly. And such loyalty could only be payed back.

Wind remembered you in fragments. He remembers his parent by oath, who shielded him from the vast world he was so desperate to see. He didn’t understand it at first. But loosing you, especially when his memory wasn’t fully gone like the others, was rough. He mourned and grieved, even if he didn’t realise it. He missed being cared for. Without the looming question of what favor needed done or when it would go away. He missed you. It took a while to heal. For him to feel ok trusting in people again, even eventually curling up next to Wars when he’d try to sleep. He felt guilty, as if he were betraying you when you dug up dead feelings. But it’s hard to be a rebellious rascal when your partner in crime is finally returned to you especially after you were concerned you killed them. It takes him a while to process your back, but he’s back at your side, tugging you along by the hand as he explains his next devious prank.

Hyrule remembers you through his magic. The way your heart stutters as he heals you is familiar, a beat he’s fallen asleep to many times before and the life within it is one he can’t help but feel… connected to. He keeps a close eye out, his ears wiggling at the familiar music of your laugh and his skin unfamiliar without your own to cradle it. You share a spirit with them, a bit of your soul and theirs and a small both of theirs in you. And yet his mind can’t call out to why. It keeps him awake, taunting at him. But he knows his soul yearns for the part with yours. He knows the rush of your blood and song of your soul. He knows he loves you. Even if he doesn’t get why.

Wild takes so long to remember you for exactly the reasons you’d expect. His mind hides away the most crucial parts of itself in plain sight, never to be noticed or recognized until the memories are far too warped and rotten to actually remember anything. Anything of note, that is. But for what it’s worth, he never really perceived you as a threat. You were homey and comfortable, a trait so unfamiliar to his life of travel, he didn’t care if it left a sword in his stomach. Besides, not any yiga could take on an act that long. He took off the cooked eggs and set them onto a separate plate as you sat quietly, Wind strewn over your torso. You hummed softly the same work song he’d sung for years. One for which he didn’t know the origin, not until hearing you for what felt like the first time again. He couldn’t help but hum along.

Sky was cursed to forget you.

I must preface because he is a lover boy first and hero second. He wouldn’t care who Demise was, nor his business, so long as you were safe and loved. He loved you more than each and every star in the sky. And he’d already began to start planning your home. He knew he loved you. He knew he was made to love you. And that was exactly why he was made to forget you. That loyalty was scary to the gods. That one would devote themselves to another for little more than love in return— Hylia could not risk her heroes to stray. But try as she might she couldn’t surpress you. Not when you were already married, souls intertwined through every timeline. Your role varied, a healer, a helping hand, a comfort, a home, a parent, a lover, a souse. But you were always someone to Link. No matter what the gods declared. He remembered you only after all the others had, but he’s alright with that.

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[mtchacffinz]

—and the love bug strikes!

prompt!!! "Just one kiss, please?" Me when I lie 🤭

content!!! NSFW, needy!reader, dom!Al Haitham, office fuck, slight dumbification, domestic, sweet talk, established relationship (married), soft and rough(?) sorry honey i don't have a scale for this one

note!!! kaf here once again! i seem to love writing for this man a lot. expect more of him from me soon ~ he's so lovellyyyy and hott, and lovely and hot and super lovely and h

You listen to his light breaths, the rise and fall of his chest is enough to calm you down. After four months of work that he's appointed Acting Grand Sage, he's been extra busier than usual. Although the man works efficiently, he still has scribe duties to attend to; and by the time that's done, he sees that his other job is stacked.

Fortunately, after a little convincing, he allowed you to sit on his lap until he finishes one report. Just one. Just for the sake of you and your clinginess. To be fair, four months? It has been four months since he hasn't done anything but duty work because of this artifact archiving project! For his temporary solution, you are to hold him for as long as Al Haitham allows you to.

Al Haitham has always been a man of stoicism. If it's something that's unnecessary for his work, he skips it. If it disrupts peace of mind, he puts it away. If something is hindering his progress, the scribe will undoubtedly push it out of his way.

He almost never goes home. When he does, it's either to grab a few relics and artifacts that's essential to his current progress. All your husband gives you is a quick peck on your lips and he waves goodbye once again.

Atleast.. that was supposed to happen.

It started with a small kiss, but all of the sudden Al Haitham's breathing was ragged as you once again take him into your lips— hungry, roughly, and rigid. Your tongues danced and swirled into a rhythm-less pattern seemingly incoherent. It was like an instinct on play, desperately trying to relish and prolong the warmth you've oh so waited to finally devour.

Al Haitham's hand supports your figure, a firm grip on the small of your back. He allows every crevice of his mouth explored, neck absolutely violated by hungry, yet delicate kisses enamoured by yours truly, alone.

Alas in but a few moments— he pulls back from you leaving you wanting for more. Voice barely above a whisper, he tells you that you need to breathe. Take it easy, and breathe. Eyes hazy, you're surprised by the sudden haste you've displayed when you nodded meekly.

He lay his forehead on your own when a moment of silence was shared between you two. He feels your breaths turn softer and softer before he finally speaks once again, only to get cut off.

"I want you right now, you know?" You say slowly, and he doesn't interrupt— only giving you a slight smug look as if he's won something. He dips his head back to your lips but it's much more calmer this time. Al Haitham's pecks and kisses were tender and warm— and it somehow enchants you more to speak out.

"I miss you, you know?" barely letting it out as a mumble, he stilll grasps your words. You latch your arms onto his neck for support when he targets your neck, emitting small mewls from your throat. "It was so lonely. Your bed was always empty."

"I know."

He offers hums and hushed words. His velvet voice strumming each and every one of your nerves ro relax. Al Haitham's comforting words threatened the tears in the corner of your eyes to betray you, but alas you let them. They fall from your eyes hurriedly— yet he doesn't mind at all. In fact, he kisses your tears away, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Strong arms quickly pick you up from his lap proping your figure on the table. He took the liberty of discreetly organizing the files away because he knew this would inevitably happen sooner or later. It was you, after all. Al Haitham's tongue was all over your chest with his hands trailing all kinds of intentions in your body. No skin left unloved, his firm grip on you was apparent.

"W-Wait. Your documents—"

"You don't get to think about that right now." He softly taps your forehead, cheeks flushed with soft rose hues. "All I want to know is how you've been." You don't respond. It was a question he already knows the answer, but his voice is so so gentle and soft you take his lips back to yours.

"I'm fine now."

"'Now'? So you weren't fine before?"

"Don't tease me, Al Haitham.."

Al Haitham hums. Oh well, now you have to finish what youve started, right? Al Haitham traces circles on your thighs, seemingly thinking about something. Before you could ask what's on his mind, he tugs on your undergarments, those royally gem imbedded eyes of his trail back towards yours with a glint of mischief.

"Take them off."

For what it was worth, it certainly looks like he wasn't the only one holding back. The grey haired man firmly held you in your place making the most out of what's in between your legs. He traces circles, he sucks on your sensitive numb like his life depended on it. Al Haitham would trace the curve of your back when you arch for him when he hits that sweet spot that never fails to elicit a strong electrifying reaction out of you.

The Scribe diligently works his way through your folds, glistening with both his spit and your juices. Once you start holding onti him tight, he slows down and resumes again. God, he loves seeing your face contort from anticipation of your orgasm to a puzzled scrunch.

"Cumming.. cum- cummin—g..!! Ahn, aahgg! please—"

"Ah, ah. Eyes here." He leaves your pussy hanging, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Your cute face is so flushed from the stimulation it's taking every inch of his being to pull down his pants and fuck your face right then and there. You hands attempt to entangle in his hair, but he pushes you away. "Don't hug me. I want to see your face."

You could only whimper back. He was so mean when you're clingy. Although he never means it in any way repulsive, his tongue is adept in such filthy language that gets your cunt throbbing. Al Haitham dips his face into your lips, his tongue exploring every crevice of it like it's his fucking birthright. Those slender fingers if his creep up on your heat, inserting his middle finger while his thumb rest on your clit.

Al Haitham's breath hitches. "Fuck, you're so wet.." before you could respond, he shuts you up by kissing you deep again. "I love you. I love you.." your husband repeats to you like a matra as his fingers rut themselves into your sopping pussy. You don't know whether or not he's telling that to you, or your cunt but you're not complaining either way. You were too sensitive to think straight, but you're not too lost to not reciprocate his words. Although your words are a little broken, you managed to let out a few strings of affirmations yourself. "—Haithaam... i love you, my Haitham...♡".

You could feel Al Haitham's breath hitch in your neck.

"My Haitham. My Haitha— fuck. I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'mgonnacumm...!!" His fingers' pace starts to pick up that your legs were barely even getting a hold of themselves— trembling just by how playful he is playing with your cunt. Al Haitham breaks eye contact, nuzzling into your neck. His breaths ragged and hair disheveled from all the hair pulling you've been doing. He relishes in your scent and speaks.

"I'm listening.." mumbling, hinting for you to go on. He's always loved it when you're fucked dumb. When you ramble what you usually don't say in public. When you tell him your deepest desires just for his ears only, looking at the way your face scrunches up under him.

"I want your cock deep in my pussy haithaamm...♡ I want it kissing the deepest part, Haitham. Please? Pretty please? Please pleasepleasepleas—" You whimper like a pathetic slut. Your nails dig deep into his arm when his tongue starts lapping up in your neck. "I deserve it, I do. You know I do, right? I d—unnggff..!!" Whatever it was to come out of your mouth died in your throat as your whole body spiked up in his arms, your climax washing over you.

Your husband pumps a few more thrusts helping you ride out your orgasm, planting tender kisses on your collarbones.

You could feel hot breath on your neck, hitting your flushed cheeks. Al Haitham's right hand rest on your waist, subtly guiding the plush of your ass to his erection. His free hand clasps yours, thumb brushing your knuckles. Chaste pecks all around the nape of your neck, from this view.. it really does tempt him to bite and mark you down right now.

"Ah.. ah. I'm a little sensitive.."

"It's okay for you to back down." He softly mumbles. "Do you need to go?" He says, concern laced in his tone. You were a little more conscious of his hands on your waist, as it grips you tighter. You shake your head no.

There's no way you would back down. Not when you could feel his painfully erect cock behind your back. You expected him to ask another question in his gentle voice, but was met with a surprise of change in demeanor instead.

"Then bend over."

"I HAVE NO TIME FOR PLEASANTRIES SHOW ME YOUR WIENERRRRR" i know y'all r only here for the smut.. horny fuckers. Feed my brainrot so i could write more for you horny fuckers. My requests are open (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)♡

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[msgexymunson]

Flash

Dom!Eddie x Sub!Fem!Reader

Description: A game of Truth or Dare takes a spicy turn when you're dared to flash Eddie Munson

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI or you'll be struck by lightning, boob/nipple play, f!fingering, m!masturbation, I think that's it? Reader uses she/her pronouns

A/N: this is from this ask, sorry it took so long, I had to wait for inspiration to strike! Comments and reblogs are the highlight of my day, please and thank you.

2.2k words

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The sound of giggles dominated the room, along with distant bass from speakers a few rooms away. Sitting with your red solo cup in hand, you're in a circle with a few of your closest friends. The party was starting to feel lame, so someone had suggested Truth or Dare, and now everyone was laughing at you.

"Seriously? Out of all the boys at school you pick Eddie Munson? Why?" Your best friend Tiffany was laughing the most, which irked you a bit to be honest.

"I dunno, he's just, different, and kinda hot! Anyway that's not part of the game." You huff, feeling a little exposed. Taking a sip of your cheap beer you shudder. It was warm, you had been nursing the same cup for half an hour.

"I heard he was a Satanist, part of some weird cult thingy." Jennifer said, nodding sagely.

"Bullshit, he's just a nerdy freak!"

"Nah it's TRUE, Jason told me!"

"Anyway, back to the game dummies!" You desperately try to change the conversation. It's not like you knew him, you didn't at all really. He was intimidating, but it was in a way that made your thighs clench.

You dared Melissa to do a shot, not the most original but you know she's terrible at them and it might serve as a distraction. Luckily she coughed at the wrong time and vodka came out of her nose. Shrill giggles filled the room again and you started to relax. Melissa then chose Tiffany, who regaled them in how she lost her virginity to Andy on the basketball team.

She then turned to you with a deviant grin.

"Truth or Dare?" She smirked. Not a good sign. You didn't want to divulge any further about Eddie, it was way too embarrassing.

"Fine, Tiff. Dare."

She clapped her hands, pointing at you dramatically.

"I dare you, to flash Eddie Munson."

There was a collective gasp and the room fell silent, all eyes on you.

"Nice try dingus, but he's not here." Feeling triumphant, Tiffany says something that wipes the smile right off your face.

"He's right outside, dealing to the party."

Your stomach drops to your feet, mouth hanging open. Pressing your lips into a tight line, knowing you'll never hear the end of this regardless of if you do it or not, you take a deep breath.

"Fine." You roll your eyes and stand up.

Pretty soon you were picked up by a whirlwind of giggles; girly hands leading you outside, whispering and snickering at your predicament.

You see him now, casually leaning against the side of his van 30 feet away. There was a cigarette dangling from his lips, his large hands busy counting out notes, you assume the evenings takings. God, he really was hot.

Tiffany hollered at him, hands cupped around her mouth for emphasis. You were seriously going to get her back for this.

"Hey! Munson!"

He tilted his head up, eyes on you.

Well, here goes nothing.

You lift your top up, already braless, exposing your bare chest to him. The reaction around you is visceral. The girls are shrieking, jumping up and down. You can only hear it, your eyes are fixed on Eddie.

He's frozen, like he's in shock. The cigarette he was smoking has dropped to the floor. A pink blush is crawling over his cheeks.

Suddenly he's taking huge strides towards you. Quickly covering up, you look around to see your friends are already running full pelt back into the party, shrill laughter disappearing into the noise of the house.

Turning back, like a deer in headlights, he's already on you. You wince, getting ready for whatever awful thing he was about to say.

To your amazement, he grabs you by the chin, holding it between his strong thumb and forefinger. You stare into dark eyes.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? You want someone to take advantage of you or something?"

He almost looks angry, those deep dark eyes glowering at you. Frozen in place, you make no move to answer. As suddenly as he grabbed you, he releases you, shaking his head and turning to leave.

"Please!"

Having no idea where that came from, you can only stand and stare at his now halted frame.

Turning back to face you, he crosses his arms, faint traces of amusement written over his features. 

"Please? Please what? You got the hots for the freak?" He scoffs at you in disbelief.

Fully humiliated, you feel your cheeks glow and tears sting the corners of your eyes. Eddie pauses, seeing your raw reaction to his words.

Grabbing your wrist he almost whispers, "are you drunk?"

"No, I've only had-"

"High?"

"No I've never-"

Wordlessly he pulls you bodily until you're pressed against him. You've never been this close to him before, the shock of being yanked towards him quickly being taken over by the need between your legs.

Breathlessly meeting his gaze, he searches your eyes for some unknown sign. Captivated by his forcefulness you gape at him in response, heat radiating from your core. Your nerves sing at the contact. It's almost painful, your need for him in that moment. One look into your eyes and he seems to find the answer to his question. Without further examination he's pulling you towards his van.

Opening the back doors he nods at you to enter. You crawl into the space gingerly, creeping over the pile of blankets and cushions, finding a comfortable place to sit, your stomach tying itself in knots.

Eddie closes the door behind him, soft lighting illuminating his features. The roughness of his fingertips meets your cheek again as he stretches out towards you.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah" you manage to mumble, eyes unable to meet his.

His fingers fumble at the hem of your top, rolling it higher up your abdomen.

"Show me those pretty tits again then sweetheart."

You gasp at the words, clumsy fingers reaching towards his, pulling the soft fabric over your head. You feel so much more exposed than before, his calculated gaze so much closer. There's nowhere to hide.

Eddie's hands rub gently up your sides, eyes transfixed on your bare chest.

"You've got really pretty tits."

Your pussy clenches at the praise, thighs rubbing together. He grasps your jaw and pulls you in for a hesitant kiss. Melting into him, your tongue presses delicately to his. Eddie moves his hand down to cup your bare chest. Arching your back you meet his wandering hand.

Eddie groans into your mouth, squeezing your breast, stroking at the soft skin. Nipples pebbling at the contact, you whine and wriggle.

His movements get more confident with each noise you make; pretty soon he's pushing your legs apart to slot between them, narrow hips at your pushed up knees.

Eddie plants firm kisses and tender licks down your jaw, across your collarbone, edging towards your chest. He takes your nipple in his teeth and pulls softly.

"Fuck, Eddie!" It hurts, but you weren't expecting it to be so pleasurable. Eddie smirks, running his tongue around in circles, his hand rubbing your other breast, using his knuckles to rub back and forth over the hardened nub.

You'd never had someone pay this amount of attention to you before. Most guys you had been with simply wanted to fuck, but Eddie seemed to be enjoying playing with you immensely. Not that you were complaining, quite the opposite. The hot, tight feeling already building in your abdomen was proof of that.

He moved his mouth over to the other nipple, letting a hand trail up your skirt. All of a sudden his fingers rub against your clothed clit and you moan, tipping your head back.

"Yeah? That good sweetheart?"

You don't know if he even wants a response and you don't feel capable of giving one, too focused on his ministrations to form sentences.

Then he's hooking your underwear out of the way, running rough fingertips up and down your slit collecting your slick before he pushes two fingers deep into you. You cry out at the welcome intrusion, eyes closing in ecstasy. His fingers felt so good, rough and warm. Opening your eyes you lock glances with him, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder. Eddie's staring at you, dark eyes glittering, taking in every sound, every move you make.

"Oh Eddie."

"Yeah? You like that? Shit, you like me?"

Considering he's knuckle deep in your cunt it seems an odd question. You manage a quiet "yeah."

He slows his movements, fingers dragging across your velvety walls, cunt trying to suck them back in. The pace is languid but his fingers reach deep inside you to a spot that has you panting.

In between pressed kisses to your collarbone he asks "why didn't you say anything?"

"I was, fuck, I was kinda, hmmm, scared of you, a bit."

Eddie stops moving for a second. You think that maybe you had upset him, maybe you shouldn't have opened your big mouth.

Managing to meet his gaze you stare into the dark pits of his eyes, pupils blown, facial features overrun with lust.

Without warning he grabs your throat with his free hand, face leaning onto yours.

"Do I frighten you?"

"A bit," you nod.

"Do you want me to?"

You stare at him, meeting his predatory gaze. The heat from your flushed cheeks spills out, as well as the heat between your legs. You feel your pussy clench around him at his words.

Eddie lets out a dark chuckle and starts curling his fingers into you at a ruthless pace. His other hand remains around your throat, holding you in place. You squirm at the sudden change in him, unsure if you are trying to get away or get closer to him.

Eddie nips at your lower lip making you whimper. His strong hands are pumping relentlessly into your heat. Moaning and panting you grip onto him for dear life, feeling the pressure of your arousal nearing its breaking point.

You can hear the lewd, squelching sound of your juices echoing through the van. Eddie mouths at your tits, dropping the hand that was wrapped around your throat, like he was unable to stop himself touching them for so long. He twists your nipple, mouth sucking bruises onto your breasts.

His name fills your mouth, unable to think, only feel. This moment, stretching on forever, burned into your brain, the blinding heat in your gut, the incessant pounding of Eddie's fingers into you, it's all too much. Finally, you let go, cumming with a fragmented cry of his name, clenching so hard around him it's a miracle that he can keep working you through your orgasm.

Finally, you relax, and he manages to free his digits from your tightened heat.

"Fuck, princess, are you gonna let me cum on those pretty tits of yours."

Nodding wordlessly at him, incapable of speech from the orgasm that he just ripped from you, you watch as he straddles you unzipping his jeans. You see the angry leaking head, large looking even in his hands, as he strokes furiously, eyes not leaving your chest. He comes with a high pitched hum, his release spurting out, pebble dashing your breasts and abdomen.

He tucks himself away panting softly, and climbs off you. He stares at your frame for a moment, which must only be a few seconds, but to you it feels like an age, thoroughly stripped of dignity.

"That's the most beautiful thing I've seen." He smirks, biting his lip, then reaches for an old t shirt, passing it to you.

You take it gratefully, wiping up his release and putting your own top on.

Staring at each other, you really don't know what to say. It's not like you know him, you still feel like a stranger. Maybe that's that? Maybe you've made it into the spank bank and you should go on your way?

Awkwardly, you smile at him, and go to get up.

"Well I guess I'll see you around." Feeling slightly ashamed.

He grabs you by the wrist before you can get out of the van.

"Do you maybe wanna go grab a coffee?" He looks different, nervous almost. It's a complete contrast to how he just acted, so much so it makes you giggle.

"What, now? I don't really drink coffee."

"Neither do I, I just wanna have a conversation or something, I dunno." He laughs, hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Sounds good. But I better let my friends know where I am before they send a search party."

You open the back doors of the van and step out. He perches on the back, hand moving to your waist, and pulls you in for a delicate kiss.

"Sorry if that was a bit, er-"

"Eddie, that was hot. I'm glad I flashed you."

He belly laughs at that, eyes creasing at the corners. "So am I!" 

#ms gexy writes #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie my beloved #eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things 4 #stranger things x you #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female!reader

[miffysrambles]

haiii!! Thisbis my first time doing a request and im actually embarassed and prob u gonna decline it and find me weird and and- jdkgjwlej (overthinking rn)

Let me breathe before saying the embarassing request-

Could i request an Moon Goddess Reader x Wukong? (The design for reader inspired on Moonlight cookie :33 I'M A FAN FOR HER AND SEA FAIRY-) like some sun and moon stuff? It can be romantic and how they met for first time! It can be headcanons or anything you want

Again- sorry for the request im just so nervous and embarassed.

-Ander :3

[HELLO FELLOW COOKIE RUN FAN !!! it's not embarrassing at all, it's a very cute prompt !!]

[NOT PROOFREAD BC I AM TIRED]

Wukong with a Moon Goddess S/O

Wukong had first met you when you landed on one of the beaches on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Your impact caused quite a crash, being able to be heard from his hut with all the monkeys nearby freaking out from the loud noise. 

Wukong immediately went to check it out, holding an arm out in defense of the small simians behind him when he saw your form slowly sit up on the sand below you. 

When he saw it was a deity, he kept his guard up of course but something about you was just so… alluring?

He couldn't keep his eyes off your features as he slowly walked towards you, bending down to gently help you up. 

“Hey, you ok there?” His voice spoke lowly to you as you turned around, and it was like love at first sight if you could believe it!

He felt a boom in his chest as his eyes met yours, he swore he could see beyond the cosmos in your (eye-colored) pools.

Once you explained you were a moon goddess and you accidentally landed here from your magic, he decided he was gonna help ya!

Over the next few months, you stayed with Wukong on FFM (despite you could easily get back home, you two were just too curious about one another) and you two hit it off quite well. Whether it was telling each other stories or just sitting next to each other and enjoying the other's company. 

He also found your powers and magic kinda funny, it was like the complete opposite of his, just like you.

He was the light and you were the night after all. 

Despite being so different, you balanced each other quite well, you were softspoken and calm while he was just the complete opposite of that.

He loves to take you on his cloud, you both would fly through the sky and land at a random spot to star gaze.

He loved it when you talked about the cosmos, you were so passionate about them and he could listen to you talking about them for hours.

Stargazing on a random cliffside was actually the place he decided to confess, despite being the self proclaimed great sage he was BEYOND nervous.

Although it had only been about a year since you landed on FFM, he knew this was genuine love especially since he had been alive for so long.

He decided just to go for it.

Hey if you reject him, he’ll just go into hiding on Flower Fruit Mountain somewhere for the rest of eternity, easy peasy!

Wukong took a breath as he gently grabbed your face, taking your attention away from the night sky to him.

A warm smile spread across his face as he took ahold of your hands in his. 

“Hey starshine, I’m not really experienced with this sort of thing. But, I think we should take this to the next level if ya know what I mean… Because I LIKE like ya. So, what do ya say?”

Of course, you liked him as well giving him a kiss in response.

"Sorry I should have asked... Is that ok?"

A big goofy smile spread across Wukong's face as he scooped you up in his arms, nuzzling his nose against yours under the cool glow of the moon.

"Of course, that's ok moonlight, it's always ok for you to do that. In fact, you should do it again."

#ask #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lego monkie kid sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk wukong x reader #lego monkie kid wukong x reader #wukong x reader #lmk monkey king x reader #lego monkie kid monkey king x reader #monkey king x reader

[sxcaramouchex]

HI IM THE ANON WHO THOUGHT SHE COULDNT SPELL

so imagine,, hear me out here

Shouki No Kami!Scara who sees another scholar try and get personal with you, and he puts them in their place by making them watch him pleasure you, showing them that not even the knowledge of the smartest scholar could make you fall apart as fast as he can— for he is a GOD, and no less, while they are a pathetic mortal.

Shouki no Kami Scaramouche x afab reader smut

a/n: SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG WAIT😭 but here you go anon! I hope you'll like it <3

Warnings: smut, swearing, degrading, public sex (i think it counts?) afab reader but no pronouns, a bit of non-con touching, squirting, Shouki no Kami's finger going inside😳

Shouki no Kami seemed to notice an unwelcoming presence of someone else around you. It was one of the best scholars in the Akademiya, prideful and confident in his skills and knowledge. You spoke barely a few words with each other but you could tell he took an interest in you. Striking a random conversation, appearing where you are. And of course Scara noticed. He was a God after all, he knew many things that were happening, especially if you were involved.

One day, you were just about to enter Joururi Workshop to meet with Scara when that scholar appeared behind you, surprising you.

"Hey there~ what are you doing in a place like this? Why don't we go somewhere nice together? I know many good places." He placed his hand on your waist and got closer to you, uncomfortably closer.

"Uhm...sorry but I'm not interested." You said awkwardly, moving from his grip.

"Oh come on, how can you say no to me? I'm the best student, do you know how powerful and wise i am? I'm on a way to become the next Sage!" He once again got closer to you, now standing right behind you, you felt something press on your butt.

"No, go away! I'm not interested in you." You said firmly, giving him an angry look and going to the entrance of the place.

When you entered, he followed you there, not knowing that he just made the biggest mistake of his life.

"Come on now, how can you resist me? I'll give you the best pleasure you've ever experienced sweetie..." You were just about to face him and told him to seriously stop, that he is disgusting and you're NOT interested, when you felt the ground shake a little.

"Feeble human...are you really the smartest scholar, entering this place without thinking?

Leave. You aren't worthy a second of their attention, and to think you'd be so bold to do all these things, "the best pleasure they've ever experienced"? Do you seriously think you stand a chance against The All Knowing God?" His huge, mechanical form appeared in front of the scholar, making him truly feel like a tiny worm in his presence.

"What...is this??..." He was terrified, trying to escape through the door, but Scara was faster, locking the door with his electro powers.

"Pathetic mortal...this is MY slut, MY property! Why don't I show you what a huge difference is between you, a mere, stupid scholar...and me, The Everlasting God! You couldn't satisfy my slut, I made them so dirty. Few words and they're already soaking wet for me."

You were embarrassed by this while situation but... something inside you wanted Scara to touch you right now, to show this guy...You wanted to be a good whore for him.

The scholar was terrified. Scara really looked and sounded intimidating. It turned you on, how much power Scaramouche had over this human, especially in this huge form.

"Come to me, my pet...let's show him just how pathetic he is, trying to impress MY human."

You shivered a little but came closer to Shouki. You were nervous...standing in front of him, he placed his finger under your chin causing you to look up at him.

"Tell this scholar how much you want me...and how wet you already are for me."

He chuckled a bit. This was truly embarrassing for you. Something like this....but you wanted him and this kind of humiliation in front of this student really turned you on.

"Scara...i want you so bad...i want you to touch me here..." You pressed your hand against your clothed pussy and whimpered a little.

"Good little human, now take off your clothes for me, it's an order. I don't care how embarrassed you are...you're going to show this...pathetic scholar how good your God is making you feel."

You started to take off your clothes. Shirt and pants went quickly but you stopped at panties.

You were really wet. This wetness already pooled out of your cunt and made a visible patch on your panties.

The scholar saw that and blushed deeply, looking away.

You took them off and sat on the ground, spreading your legs in front of Shouki.

"That's right...such a needy cunt." He smirked and placed his huge mechanical hand in front of you. You really wanted his cold fingers to touch you...to make you see stars. You couldn't take it anymore and whimpered, spreading your legs even more. The whole situation was soo arousing. You saw the scholar looking at your crotch and blushing. It didn't go unnoticed by Scara of course, he laughed and started touching you, your arms...shoulders...and then your sensitive nipples.

"Scara... please more.." you moaned and looked up at him. You were so tiny compared to his gigantic form.

"My human...only mine!" He placed his huge finger on your needy cunt, making you arch your back and whimper.

"Oh god...I need it inside... please.."

Your pleas made Shouki chuckle in amusement. He looked at scholar and smirked.

"Look at this, pathetic worm...not even the most knowledgeable scholar stands a chance against a God!!"

He rubbed his finger on your wet clit, smearing the juices around. It was turning you on more and more each second.

"Ahh~ I need more... please, my God..."

You spread your legs as much as possible. You needed his huge finger inside.

He laughed and pressed the tip of his mechanical finger inside of you.

"AAH! Hurts..."

His finger was so big. So long and thick. Just the tip of it made you feel so full and stretched.

He waited a while and you started to slightly grind on his tip. It filled him with pride, how much you wanted him, how good he was making you feel just with his finger.

"That's right...such a slut for me. ONLY for me...look at that, you pathetic human."

He smirked and saw the scholar get scared at his words. Then with his other hand he squeezed the guy's jaw and made him look at the sight.

He loved how obedient you are for him...

You were so horny, so needy for your God...

Looking at you, he started to move his finger inside your wet pussy. It felt oh so good...

You were moaning like a slut. Your cunt was so warm and wet it made it easier for Scara's huge finger to fuck you.

He was moving his finger in and out, each time a bit faster untill your eyes rolled back and you were shouting his name very, very loud. Inside the big robot he was smirking, amused by the actions of his little bitch.

He placed other finger on your clit and started rubbing circles on it. You came so hard, squirted all over his finger and onto the floor.

He chuckled and let you ride your high, then picked you up so you can sit on his hand.

Then he turned to look at the scholar.

"See? Stupid scholars like you don't stand a chance against God. Now...begone human, do not get close to MY property ever again."

The guy nodded and quickly ran away.

You were so satisfied...and so...so tired after this.

But it was Indeed the best experience you've ever had.

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #scaramouche x you #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer x reader #wanderer smut #shouki no kami

[ghostofthemost141]

Essence

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,264

Themes: Fluff, Comfort, Suggestive Themes and talk so !18+!

About: After Simon comes home from a rough mission, you decide to pamper him.

Notes: I feel like Ghost would be vulnerable to his partner after they have been together for a long time because mans has a lot of pent up trauma and emotions he needs to let out. Name for you here is Sage. And I am sorry if this feels rushed, I just have been busy and wanted to get this out. Enjoyy!!

“Si..” 

I almost didn’t see him walking through the front door as I was in the kitchen. His shoulders were flat and his movements were slow and monotone. 

“Sage..” Simon softly said as I placed my hands on his chest. 

“Love, take all this off of you.” I suggest, messing with the clips of his tactical vest. 

“Hm.” Simon mumbled as he let me unclip his vest and pull them off of his chest. 

“I’ll take it.” Simon said. 

I nodded as I handed him the vest and he went and put it in the garage. I just hope he is up for some warm homemade soup that I made. Tomato soup with some grilled cheese. It was a rainy, cold day so soup was a good call. Simon likes my cooking, I just hope he is alright with it. Simon came back in, all of his gear gone from his body. 

“There’s my racoon.” I joke, referring to the black paint that was still around his face. 

“Oh shite.” Simon chuckled. 

“I made some homemade tomato soup and I can make grilled cheese if you want.” I told him as I followed him into the bathroom. 

“That sounds lovely. I’ll take a grilled cheese, if you don’t mind.” 

Simon turned the sink on to carefully wipe the face paint off so as to not stain the white sink we have. I leaned in and kissed his cheek, quickly but passionately. 

“Of course I don’t mind, Si.” I reassure him. 

His doe brown eyes stared into mine, but I could tell he was tired. Very tired, but he was happy to be home. 

“I’ll give you a minute and go make your grilled cheese.” I announce. 

“Thanks, Sage.” Simon thanked me. 

I smiled at him as I turned, left the bathroom and went into the kitchen. Even though I am always happy for Simon to be back home, I always give him a minute or so to be alone so he can wind down and decompress and become Simon Riley again and not Ghost, even though that mask of his looks so damn sexy on him. Both the skull mask and the balaclava skull mask. I smeared some butter on both inside and outside the bread, put a slice of cheddar, muenster, and american cheese into the bread, put it together and put it face down onto the hot pan on the stove. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands behind me, but I didn’t fret. 

“Simon, you scared me.” I half joked, “your alias name is true to its name.” 

Simon chuckled, leaning his face into my neck, placing a kiss on it. Although I love Simon, he was being overly affectionate this time. I wonder if something happened while he was deployed. I felt his hands land on my hips, massaging them. He always knew what spots to get with me. I flipped his grilled cheese, a perfect golden brown color being revealed. 

“Just how I like ‘em.” Simon said, feeling his hands sink lower. 

I pretended to not notice what he was doing, but I was secretly enjoying it. Simon’s hands then went down to my ass, his big hands cupping each cheek. 

“Simon Riley!” I jokingly disciplined him. 

“Wha’, my love?” 

“You’re gonna make me burn your grilled cheese.” 

Simon just chuckled, kissing my neck passionately. 

“I missed ya.” 

“I missed you too, Simon.” 

Simon moved his hands around my waist, brought me close to his chest, and he leaned his head onto my neck, just holding me. Simon's grilled cheese was done and I took it off the pan and onto a plate. Simon remained silent but it was normal once he got the ‘I missed you so much’ hug and kiss out of the way when he first got home. I like to think it's his brain trying to decompress from being out in the field and remind himself that he is home now. Simon and I sat at the dining table, eating in silence. I wanted to converse with him, but I also wanted to give him as much space as he wanted before overwhelming him. I noticed then that Simon had finished his bowl of soup and his entire sandwich. 

“Did you like it?” 

“I did. It was the best bloody fucking thing I had in a long time.” Simon commented, making me chuckle. 

“Do you want some more? I made plenty.” I offered. 

Simon went silent, eyeing the big pot of soup that sat on the warm burner on the stove. He shook his head. 

“Are you sure?” 

Simon nodded again, without speaking. 

“Is everything alright, love?” I ask, reaching for Simon's hand and holding it. 

Simon held back softly and gently as if he was afraid I would crack easily like glass. 

“Yes.” 

Just by his plain response, I could tell he had a rough mission, whatever it was that he did. He tells me some but I don't want to know a whole lot unless he wants me to know. Simon silently got up with his dishes and went and put them on the sink, washing them. 

“Love, go sit down and relax.” I half joked, approaching him. 

Simon didn't say anything. He just kept washing his dish. 

“Simon.” I called him. 

Finally he stopped, turned and looked at me. I was about to demand to talk to him, but his doe eyes stopped me in my tracks. They pierced mine, as if he was trying to non verbally tell me something. His shoulders were down and his body was limp. Relaxed. 

“Let's go freshen up in the bath. Hm?” I suggested. 

Simon did a half smile. 

“Okay.” 

I cleaned up the soup mess quickly and then led Simon to our master bathroom. I held his hand the whole time and I could feel his body relaxed but tense at the same time. I knew asking him about what's wrong would be useless. He will tell me when he wants to. 

“Bath or shower?” 

“You pick, Sage.” 

I wanted to dedicate this to him and him only, even if he thinks he doesn't deserve it. I walked over to the faucets and turned them on, making sure the water was at a good temperature. Once it was at a good hot temperature, I pulled the drain plug up to clog the hole. 

“Oh.” I mumbled as I turned around to see Simon undressing himself. 

“Wha'?” 

“Oh nothing.” I smirked as I walked up to him. 

I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his rough but soft skin. Simon didn't bore a six pack but he was definitely muscular in the arms and upper chest. He was good looking to me no matter what but his chest has to come to be my favorite pillow. He had a few scars on his chest due to his years in the Task Force but I think they make him more attractive and they each tell a story that he has already told me. 

“You're so pretty.” I mumbled, rubbing my hands up and down his chest. 

“I'd like to think that you're prettier than me.” 

“Stop it, Simon. You're beautiful.” 

I planted a small kiss on his shoulder, hearing a soft rumble come from him. I turned back around to find the tub was full so I went and turned the faucets off. I stood there and waited for Simon, who was left in his boxers. 

“You gettin’ in?” 

“You first. I want to pamper you.” 

Simon was a little surprised by my response but obliged. He then pulled his boxers off of his body, and slowly stepped into the bath, wincing in the process. 

“You okay?” I got close to the tub. 

“Y-Yea’. Just bloody fucking sore.” 

“I'm sorry.” 

“Not your fault, love.” Simon said. 

“Where are you sore at?” 

“Me back.” 

I immediately went through the bathroom cabinets and drawers, eventually finding what I wanted. Massage oil. 

“I got you, Si.” I say. 

Simon eyed the massage oil and then back to me. 

“Please.” 

Simon grumbled as he leaned forward, giving his back full access to me. I put some oil onto my hand and rubbed it onto his upper back. 

“Hmhm. Fuck.” Simon grumbled. 

“Is that it?” 

I immediately felt stupid asking that. No, Sage, that can't be where it hurts the most if he curses in pain. 

“Yes. Right ‘here.” 

I don't know how Simon tolerates me with some of the stupid shit I say but he does. And to this day he still loves me. Hearing confirmation from Simon, I started rubbing the oil more onto his back and dug my fingers into his back harshly but gently at the same time. Simon groaned in pain every time I moved my fingers and I felt bad but I know it's needed and he will feel better once I get done. My fingers were absolutely slick with the massage oil as I was pressing and moving my fingers into the middle upper part of his back, close to his spine as that's where most of his pain resided. 

“Oh fuck, love.” 

Did..Did he just? What he said immediately went straight to my stomach, my face burning red and warm. I know he did it out of pain and relief from his back, but my God did he have to say it like that? 

“You okay, Simon?” I ask, trying to forget what he said. 

Simon sighed deeply as he leaned back, his head resting in between my legs. He opened his eyes and stared upright at me. 

“I am now.” 

I giggled, moving little strands of his blonde hair out of his face. 

“Did that help any?”

“Yes. Thank you, Sage.” Simon thanked me. 

I leaned down and planted a kiss on Simon's lips. Suddenly feeling his teeth nibbling on my lips. I pulled back to see Simon with a shit eating grin. 

“Maybe later~” I say with a smirk. 

“You tease..” Simon mumbled, raising his head up and facing forward. 

“Now,” I started as I washed the massage oil off of my hands and reached for his shampoo, “tell me how your operation went.” 

I could hear Simon sigh, but he should know me by this point. I always want to know how his missions went, even if he can't tell me much about them. He remained silent as I squirted some of his shampoo into my hand, rubbed my hands together and began lathering the soap into his hair. 

“It was..a mission ‘lright.” Simon mumbled out as I got down to his scalp. 

“How so?” 

Come on Si. 

“Well, we had to rescue some hostages.” Simon started. 

I squirted some more shampoo into my hands due to Simon's thick ass hair. 

“Oh shit, how did that go?” 

Simon was silent once again as I finished washing his hair. I have always wanted to call him Goldie Locks but I'm afraid he would kill me for that. Still going on without saying anything, I rinsed my hands in the bath water. 

“I need to rinse your hair, Si.” I told him. 

Simon scooted forward as I sank down and silently cursed at myself, being forgetful of the fact that I was still wearing jeans as I sat down into the bath. Oh well, you're lucky you're worth it Simon. Simon leaned all the way back till his face was above the water still. He remained in strong eye contact as I rinsed the soap out of his hair. His eyes were a gorgeous brown, I could get lost in them. 

“Done.” I announced and Simon rose up, his back facing me. 

I sat on my knees and grabbed some of his body soap. 

“The mission went good. All of the hostages were saved and unharmed. But..” 

“Hm?” I say as I started to lather his body in soap. 

I could hear him wince a little bit, but not as bad as he did earlier. 

“There..there was a kid.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Youn’ kid. Couldn’t have been older than five. When Johnny and I were trying to calm down the hostages, the kid kept latching to me. Even though I had a skull mask on, the bloody kid wouldn’t let go ‘f me. Even when he got reunited with his mum, the kid wouldn’t let go of me.” Simon explained as I finished bathing his body. 

I felt my heart race a little bit as Simon told me all of that. We never really discussed having kids. The conversation has certainly came up before though and Simon was iffy about them. But the fact that most normal people are terrified of him, rightfully so, but a young kid latched onto Simon during a scary moment in their life warmed my heart. 

“He knew you were a good and kind soul during that scary moment.” I say, rinsing his body off. 

“Yeah,” Simon chuckled, “cause upon my appearance you’d think I would be a good and kind soul.”

“You are to me.” 

Simon sighed deeply, not out of annoyance but more as he was processing what happened. 

“You’re a good man, Simon.” 

I leaned my head onto his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him. Simon held my hands, just embracing into my touch. I kissed his shoulder, as a gentle reminder that I was here for him and always would be. No matter what happens with him or what becomes of the both of us, I would always be here for him. Simon Riley. Simon. Riley. 

“Thank you, love.” 

END

#simon ghost riley #cod #simon ghost riley x reader #callofduty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod modern warfare #call of duty #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #ghostofthemost141 #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you

[sheep-from-rad]

Stay with me, Sway with me ♡  (SAGAU) Note: This song, I love this so much. This is a request by @mehhiah, sorry it took me so long to tackle this one. Also please, if you have requests put it in the ask box so I can easily see it (also priv messages scares me sorry). Anyway, I’m absolutely involved with this song, I hope you guys enjoy it! LASTLY, MY REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED. Warnings: Semi-ooc (?), Prince Kaeya theory (I really love that one so I added it), bullet type, semi-yandere-ish [Masterlist 1] , [Masterlist 2]

Ever since the traveler breaks the wall that separates their lives from the dark reality about them being trapped in a game, music together with other factors has been a part of everyone’s lives. It’s not uncommon for foreign sounding music to be played everywhere, even in churches. Traveler songs being played together with new ones, old ones getting mixed up and rewritten to fit the new ones. While aware, sometimes you just forget that they are indeed alive and can interact with you. 

    You held the broom in your hands, pressing it close to your chest imagining a microphone, the ones that you can see at concerts and live bars. You put on your headphones, eyes fixated on the task of cleaning your room before the holiday ends. “When Marimba rhythm starts to play…” 

Diluc pretends like he’s not paying attention to the song that you are currently singing. It’s not the same as the songs that he is used to hearing both from the locals and from the Bard god. It has a sensual tone on it and it bears an air of refinery that reminds him of the fallen aristocrats Mondstadts used to have. He doesn’t care about crowns and wealth but being named as an uncrowned king, he can’t help but imagine the two of us dancing in such a song. In, in his arms at the after hours of the tavern to the early hours of dawn. Maybe he’ll steal a kiss or two, that if you let him to. 

Kaeya was having a late night drink when he heard the song that you are singing. It reminds him of that time he and Rosaria got so drunk they decided to climb Albedo’s laboratory but ended up watching Eula dance in the frozen waters (she chased them afterwards and chased them at work). Nobles sure love their fancy dances and he was not safe from Crepus’s dancing lessons as well. He can imagine the two of you dancing in the empty, semi-dim ballroom. Just the two of you, with the rich robes on your body and crown on his head. If he can’t run from his fate, he might just go embrace it if it means embracing you as his own. 

Venti writes a song while he listens to you sing. He is so used to the songs of praise or song of tales but a song that tells about desire is something that is new to his ear. Serenades to exist in Teyvat but they don’t go as far as to tell the most intimate desires. They only go on the surface and barely scratch the realm of what love is supposed to feel. Tomorrow comes the musical revolution and for sure everyone who hears the song of the night will make something of the same liking. He hopes that before you descend, he will be able to write the best song that describes his whole heart. 

Ayato finds himself a little flustered by the song. Inazuma just opened again a long time ago and the only references that he has on such subjects are those written by the locals and tales of his workers. It is safe to say that Inazuma is still in the age of conservatism even though it is now slowly advancing to be able to walk at the same pace as the other nations. He can’t help but stand up and away from his work, thinking about the lyrics of the song over and over. Bards sing about their feelings and poets make poems about the things that entices their feelings, does it mean you want someone to hold you close and bend you on the dancefloor? If so, he wants to be the one to do it. 

Alhaitham was taking notes. Dances are not uncommon in Sumeru but it is also not something practiced freely until the traitorous sages fell from their thrones. Dances and arts in general are still in their toddler days and he is glad that they get references from other nations. He notes the song being sensual, a type of song that only sang on weddings or intimate dates. The type of dance that he wants to share with you. To pull you by the hand and cradle your head possessively while he glare at everyone who wants to get close. It’s not like he’s gonna let someone get close to you. Not the traveler, not the sages, and definitely not Kaveh. That or, maybe he’ll let Kaveh join in

Taglist! @tinandabin | @chihawari |@eccedentesiast-sapphic @jaxielous |@uchihaeirin |@zuri-feather

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[dxstopiaa]

Gratifying Gambit

Synopsis: Playing Genius Invocation with your lover seems to evolve into something quite heated.

Characters: Al Haitham, Kaveh, Cyno and Tighnari x Reader!

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, otherwise none. [ Apologies for such infrequent updates <\3 P.S do know how difficult fighting cyno in tcg windblume was? that feeling when i finally beat him. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞]

Al Haitham

Al Haitham has been defeated!

You couldn’t possibly of expected the Grand Sage to be in peak condition after keeping him awake for so long. It was evident he would rather be in his own company, reading before getting early rest.

Al Haitham’s eyelids drooped slightly— teal irises clouded with the urge for slumber. But he pressed on, insisting that his sleep didn’t matter as much when it came to spending time with you, even if it wasn’t exactly quality.

“No, it’s alright, it’s your turn.” Your lover murmured, resting his head in his hands. No problem, this is only one night of many, he’ll get his rest eventually.

“Haitham? I’ve conceded my round already…” You raised a brow, arm outstretched to brush his tresses from obstructing your view of him. Ah, that’s the issue. No wonder he had lost these past matches.

His eyes were fluttering shut, drifting off to the abode of dreams until he forced himself awake again. An all too familar cycle with yourself, but one which didn’t synergise with the Scribe.

“Dear, are you…sleeping? I didn’t think i was that boring!” You huffed, tone tinted with slight offence but amusement nonetheless. Al Haitham couldnt retain the hushed smile creeping up his face. You were too lovable for your own good.

Another unusual occurrence, your beloved’s laughter. It was sweet— carefree and adorable for a stoic man such as he. Either your heart almost flipped in place, or your brain short-circuited.

“Quite the opposite actually, go on, i’ll play one more game with you.”

You have been defeated!

Strategy, the foundation of card games. The secret to winning every match was to be adaptable but reliably balanced in strength and defence, Al Haitham had read such in a handbook, a little foreign to his tastes but interesting nonetheless.

He was determined to prove such tactics correct— that he did, with grace. A stubborn man like him, you expected him to stick to his dendro team compositions, yet he took you by surprise.

“Are you not going to…” You trailed off, glaring at his deck of cards which weren’t in usual order. Only then had you recognised your mistake.

“Hm? Oh this, i figured i should alter it more often, i’ll start.” Al Haitham’s smirk could be heard through his tone, folding his arms after already reducing your health far below healthy standards. Appears like the luck was on his side too.

You tripped over your words in an attempt to condone your poor performance, phrases like: ‘My hand slipped!’ or ‘Wait, i’m not ready!’

“Haitham!” But he knew, regardless of how many times you whined his name with exasperation, it was just a way to cope with your unfortunate loss. Just like the Scribe was attempting to conceal that stochastic fluttering in his chest from the nickname.

“I win, my reward is for you to call me that name for the rest of our time together.”

Kaveh

Kaveh has been defeated!

“Hey! Give me a chance at least!” Kaveh groaned, throwing his cards quite aggressively upon the table in defeat. To think that he called himself skilled at TCG just an hour ago— now there was no denying he felt embarrassed.

The young architect, better known as your husband, breathed out an exasperated sigh when you merely giggled at his suffering. Kaveh didn’t know where he went wrong, he had prepared himself for this yet he still couldn’t beat you!

You, on the other hand, found the situation humorous. He just looked so lovable with that pout on his lips— eyes screwed narrowly whilst he scrutinised his attempt at deceiving you.

“Sorry, love! I just thought you’d want better competition for your amazing skills.” You teased, mocking him for your own amusement. The look upon his face was something much more than just disapproval, as if he wanted to strangle you (lovingly, of course.)

How did you know all of his moves, he asks? Well, playing a tactical game with someone who shares a bit too much detail whilst intoxicated was not a sensible choice. And you may of just coerced him into informing you of his playstyle by rewarding him with a kiss.

Such information should remain hidden, keeping your irked lover in the dark wouldn’t hurt, right? Nothing other than his sanity, anyway.

“Again? Dear, can you read my mind?”

You have been defeated!

You shouldn’t of done that— hoping the blonde opposite you failed to recognise your poorly thought mistake. A shame that Kaveh was a discreetly intelligent man, a satisfied smirk growing over his face.

“Wait, I didn’t mean to do that!” You exclaimed, trapping your husband’s hand under your own, nearly falling from your chair. He cackled mercilessly, finishing off your deck in one turn.

It was his concept of revenge, you had won all previous matches, it’s fair enough. It’s too bad for you, now Kaveh had no choice but to smear vanquish over your streak. The game prior to this beheld a score of six to zero, at least your husband didn’t walk out with that quite embarrassing score.

“Dramatic does not mean dumb, sweetheart.” Your lover admitted, leaving his seat from the table to collect the remaining dice— and partly to tower over beside you to witness that solemn expression.

Eagerly, you seized his collar and brought him down face-level, gifting a chaste kiss to his lips before turning away as if you never had.

“You can’t just leave me like that, come here-”

Cyno

Cyno has been defeated!

“Don’t get cocky.”

Something that he shouldn’t of said to you— rather some advice he should of taken himself. For a supposedly lighthearted card game, Cyno took it very seriously, to the point it became comical. After all, he’s never lost to anyone before.

So when you slammed your card upon the playing table, your new tactics you had learnt had proved to outmatch the uncrowned archon of Genius Invocation. The plan? Delay your actions until you could utilise elemental reactions and one-shot every last card of his once vulnerable.

Quite expectedly, your boyfriend appeared mortified, not only did he gasp as if he had been physically injured, but his mouth flew ajar. Cyno wanted to express his resentment, but that became increasingly challenging with how proud you looked.

“See! I told you i’ve been practicing!” You giggled, leaving your seat at the table and wrapping your arms around his neck, swaying the seething general to and fro. No matter, you already knew how much he adored seeing you as contented as you were.

It wouldn’t take long to crack that false shell of offence, sporting a gleeful grin at last. Cyno sighed, resting his elbows on the table whilst he massaged those restless crimson eyes of his. Another card drawn, another hour spent away in his company.

“You win this time, but you want to see what i’ve been practicing too, love?”

You have been defeated!

Cyno wasn’t that malevolent to defeat you in his favourite card game so soon; you were only a beginner, that wouldn’t be necessary. That was until you began to grasp the concept of it rather quickly.

It was endearing how you were so keen to conquer your boyfriend, of course he had to let you win the first couple of rounds. Your virtuous grin when you inflicted damage greater than he had expected alone was a sufficient reason.

“Hmm you win again, how about i increase the difficulty, darling?” Cyno proposed. You shouldn’t of hastily nodded your head, you later found you underestimated him a little too much.

A fault of yours was your predictability— the customary vaporise deck, a common choice he often saw. Perhaps you were playing it safe? Standard set up too, simply apply hydro and then pyro. Too bad your lover could counter that in no time.

Turn by turn, your cards were disintegrated before your very eyes. No amount of healing or event draws could repair the damage done in that round— or to your morale for that matter.

The general braced his deck, peering over it to witness you frowning at the ‘unfair’ move he made. Stifling his laughter was becoming increasingly difficult, wearing an upturned smirk instead.

“Cyno! Stop the mockery, it’s not funny!” You whined, resting your head against the table in defeat, not desiring to get your pride handed back to you once more.

There’s always a next time to achieve victory. For now, just enjoy your boyfriend tidying your hair away from your chagrined countenance.

Tighnari

Tighnari has been defeated!

You were more than just delighted to reveal your new deck to your boyfriend, or more specifically—a character card of his own. He wore a cute expression, eyes gleaming with motivation and pride whilst his illustrated lips curved into a cheeky grin.

Endearing you find it, and glad you had pre-release access to the card which was intended to be announced to the public in a week. Rightfully so as his lover.

“So…you’re telling me that this card of mine, will grant you luck?” Tighnari hesitated, analysing the card between two fingers. He found the depiction of himself to be slightly inaccurate, but he brushed it off with a light sigh.

“Yes! ‘Nari, please?” You requested, smiling softly when the chief forest ranger surrendered to your pleads. You gleefully sat opposite him, board infront with dice scattered over it. You rolls seemed to be the first indicator of your luck, all dendro and electro—just like your team.

Tighnari, on the other hand, was a bit more unfortunate, having to reroll with multiple event cards just to play a skill. With every fallen character, he slumped further into his chair with disappointment.

“Alright, how is my own card luckier than me?” Your lover complained, plucking it from your hands and hiding it away in his pocket.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it back, i don’t want you to favour a fake rather than the real version infront of you, dearest.”

You have been defeated!

“Love, did you drink too much? You’re usually better at this than me.” The forest ranger questioned, an eyebrow cocked upwards at your quizzical behaviour.

It was already the third round yet you hadn’t played any meaningful action at all. One could argue that you were simply stalling— but that was not an ample excuse.

Your palm struggled to keep the weight of your head upright, giving out from beneath it and opting to slouch over the table. That didn’t stop the incoherent mumbles from spilling out your lips, now batting your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Nari, you’re so cute…i’ll let you have the win whenever.” You whined cheekily, observing Tighnari scoff, attempting to hide the scarlet flush developing with disregard. Just what has happened to you today?

“I appreciate it, but you need to get some rest, you’re scaring me.” He muttered, leaving his seat to aid you upstairs, with much difficulty. Reminder: Don’t leave alcohol around you again.

Neither of you had exactly lost or won, but you could say that you were the first to fall deeper for another.

#genshin impact #we’re zhongli and xiao lovers here #genshin #genshin x reader #alhaitham #cyno #tighnari #kaveh #alhaitham x reader #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #kaveh x reader #genshin alhaitham #genshin cyno #genshin tighnari #genshin kaveh #sumeru x reader #totally ​not inspired by alhaitham’s trailer…aha.. #genius invokation tcg #genshin tcg

[teecupangel]

I had a thought earlier: What if Ezio was Desmond's Sage?

Basically, the usual setup with Desmond using the eye to contact Ezio in the library and offering to send him back in time to save his family, but due to the damage he's sustained from the Eye, he can't come with. Once this moment in the Grey is over, he would die. Ezio begs him to come with him, through any means possible. He refuses to leave behind the divine being he is the chosen Prophet for. The being who is going against Fate itself to give him his family back. Desmond just can't say no to Ezio and tries to see if there's anyway he could come with Ezio. He doesn't want to die if he can avoid it. It's then, through the connection with the Eye and the Apple, that he learns about Sages. With a few modifications for Ezio's safety, that could work. Instead of consuming Ezio's mind to take over, he would just live alongside him. When he tells Ezio of it, Ezio accepts.

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When Ezio wakes up, it is to his childhood bedroom. Everything is how it was when he was 17. Is 17. It worked! His family is alive and well! Did the Sage thing work?

"Desmond, are you here?"

'Yes Ezio, i am.'

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Just a thought i had. I imagine that Ezio could let Desmond have control of his body, but Desmond is pretty chill with just watching though Ezio's eyes.

Ezio would have mind conversations with Desmond, which worries his family a lot when they catch him just staring emptily though the air. That and his complete switch in behaviour.

There's probably so many routes to go here, but i'm too sleep deprived to think atm. XD

It doesn’t take long before Desmond realized that all the modifications he made for his consciousness to become part of Ezio had turned him to be the least invasive Bleed to ever be conceived.

Did this count as possession?

Was Ezio even a Sage or was Desmond simply a sentient Bleed?

Wait.

Did that mean that the Bleeding Effect mimicked the experiences a Sage goes through when they start ‘getting’ the Isu’s memories.

Didn’t that mean that there was a possibility that the Animus was based on the research the Isus made to create the-

“Desmond, as interesting as your thoughts are about this subject, I’d prefer it if you were to. Focus!” Ezio was unable to stop himself from raising his voice as he punched one of Vieri’s hired muscles as Desmond liked to call them. The man staggered as he took a few steps back and Ezio swiped his feet before stomping on his groin.

There was a few scandalous looks thrown his way at that attack and Ezio just shrugged.

It wasn’t his fault that Desmond’s skills in unarmed combat bled through to him during these situations and Desmond fought shamelessly dirty.

‘In my defense…’ Desmond quipped from his mind, ‘I was taught that honor and shame have no place when you’re getting ganged up by Templars.’

Ezio grunted as he dodged a punch aimed for his chest, quickly grabbing the wrist and pulling him forward to unbalance him before delivering a high knee strike, making the man gasp as Ezio kneed him on the throat.

Okay, that one was from one of Desmond’s Bleed, not Desmond himself.

But then again…

Desmond was his Bleeds and his Bleeds were him. When he thinks about it that way…

“Desmond…” Ezio gritted as he smacked an incoming kick from another man, quickly jabbing the man’s side before suckerpunching him.

‘Sorry, sorry. My brain’s wacky at the moment.’ Desmond said.

That was an understatement.

Desmond had been in Ezio’s body for only a few hours. They had went outside to try and get a lay of the land and found out the date by Vieri throwing a rock at Ezio and giving Ezio the scar on his lips.

So yeah…

Desmond was still not used to being this… entity inside Ezio’s mind.

“Don’t think too hard.” Ezio backhanded a goon’s cheek hard and fast enough that he was able to topple the surprised and hurt goon with his mind quickly making it known that it was a common technique Altaïr used to do. Ezio tried to focus as he said, “Let’s just get this over with then we can have our mental breakdown in our room, okay?”

‘Yeah, okay.’ Desmond answered and Ezio felt Desmond focus.

It was like his senses became clearer.

His body became lighter.

And…

He could predict everyone’s next move.

To borrow Desmond’s expression at the moment.

Holy shit.

(Desmond doesn’t know it but because he made Ezio his Sage, he is technically a being that has access to Isu senses which he can pass down to Ezio. Ezio’s human body can’t take much of it though so there’s a time limit and that is how Federico comes in and save them because Ezio and Desmond starts getting a headache after using it too much.)

#desmond’s mind is a bit… scattered atm #because he did just transfer his consciousness to ezio #but making sure ezio would not be negatively affected #am i saying the sages’ isu memories are like the bleeding effect? #yes yes i am #i haven’t seen how it appears with basim #haven’t played mirage yet #i promise to play it before the end of the year #i just need to clear the latest event of hsr #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

[amateurwritescm]

Weems, a Goddess

Hello everyone, I am tentatively posting this as my first fic. It was intended to be a complete fic but it became so long. So I thought I would post it and see what people think. So, here is the first part of made it as a first part of a few that will end up NSFW.

Warnings: Right now, I don't think there are any but I am super happy for you to tell me otherwise and ill edit. I'm new to this :). The only thing I will add is that I don't really proof read, so I am so sorry in advance.

I would love some feedback if you do read it.

Summary: Your Normie self arrives in Nevermore as the Academies new therapist. Instantly you are impacted by Larissa who is like a goddess. Fluff and flirting ensue. You are a mess and completely undone by her.

P.s. Help please I don't know what I am doing. SOS

🐴 CM

Weems, A Goddess. Part 1.

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You could faintly hear the train on tracks clacking away when suddenly, your eyes snapped open. Your heart picked up its pace, beating fast as if your life was threatened. You had forgotten where you were momentarily and cursing yourself for the way your body did this sometimes. It was so unpleasant.

Internally you laughed at yourself, knowing you wouldn’t usually have fallen asleep on a freaking train, but it had been a huge trip from Australia already. Finally, you were on your last leg to Jericho, Nevermore Academy. Filled with nervous energy, you looked out at the passing autumn trees. They were beautiful, calming you as they passed by almost rhythmically in time with the train. Memories arose of your brother telling you that you were crazy to accept a job on the other side of the world, in which you kind of agreed with. You knew very little about this school’s history. From what you could tell, it was a boarding school for outcasts. It intrigued you, being a therapist and all.

The train had been pretty empty for a while now, you guessed Jericho was further out than you thought. Weirdly enough the absence of passengers didn’t alarm you, kind of filling you with curiosity instead.

An uncomfortable screech of what you assumed was the result of poor-quality sound and speakers blared overhead. It did not fail to grab your attention as it announced your stop. Jericho didn’t have a train station, however there was one only half an hour away. You’d hoped that you could find an uber or a taxi, maybe even a bus to make your way there. Picking up your bags from the luggage section between the carriages, you waited as the train slowed to a stop.

Stepping onto the platform and chuckling to yourself, you marvelled the quiet. It was empty, oh except for some random woman at the other end of the platform. Weirdly, she didn’t get on the train. You supposed you could ask the woman if she knew how to get from here to Nevermore, realising it was probably not as simple as you first thought!

You were looking down, pulling your luggage in the direction of the woman when you heard a “Hello there!” in the most beautiful British tone. Looking up, you realised that the woman at the end of the track was much closer and you began to take her features. She was much taller than you first noticed, with beautiful curves and bright white hair curled pinned in an updo. The woman strode so gracefully towards you in her sage green tightly fitted skirt suit. Wow she was beautiful.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I am Ms Weems” she introduced, holding her hand out towards you in a soft gentle way. Are you Y/n? You half nodded, half shook your head realising you were staring right at her and hadn’t replied yet. In confusion, you took her hand. “Hello?” you said more like a question, hoping your accent wasn’t too harsh in comparison to the lull of her voice. She spoke again, “I’m so sorry to surprise you. I am here to pick you up, you see I forgot to mention that it’s almost impossible to get from the station to the school without encountering lots of chaos” smiling cheekily, her white teeth white filling her mouth beautifully. Suddenly it all clicked, she was the principal of the school and was here to pick you up. Taking a second glance at her beautiful face, you were taken back by how beautiful she was. You assumed the principal would be like a much older grumpy head mistress. You had only exchanged words over email recently, as your interview had been with someone standing in for her whilst the principal was on leave.

“I hope that’s okay?” she said, after your silence. You noticed her plump red lips turn from a huge smile into a concerned pout. “Oh of course, thank you very much” you finally came out with. Your eyes met her crystal blue’s which seemed to sparkle, was that even possible? You looked away as you felt the heat rise into your cheeks, hoping she wouldn’t notice. Interrupting your inner thoughts once again, she leaned in close to grab one of the cases you were holding and sung “this way!” whilst nodding towards the exit. It’s safe to say you died for a moment, momentarily made worse as you inhaled deeply, smelling her perfume as some kind of sweet flowery mix. Still standing there, you watched her walk away with her hips swaying and heels clicking against the concrete. She turned once again, “Hey, Y/N enough staring for right now, are you coming?”. You realised in that moment you were in some serious trouble.

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“And this will be your quarters y/n” I suspect you’ll find it most suitable. Most of the staff live in quarters by the hall they oversee so we are kind of spread out, but since you aren’t a part of the teaching staff” She paused and stepped closer to you, her hips slightly more forward as if they were beckoning you themselves “I also thought it would be nice for you to be closer to me, In case you need me…”. Her voice shifted from playful to sultry and low and she looked deep into your eyes, with an unspoken question. No, it was expectation. With her face flashing darker, her head slightly tilted down to you, she bit her lip.

Oh my god.

The word… or name even had brought you back to your earlier interactions with the principal. You were just as flustered now, feeling as though you were short circuiting. On the drive, Principal Weems had initially talked about some of the students at Nevermore, however you had trouble listening as you stared at her lips moving so gracefully, occasionally catching her gaze. Usually, you weren’t so frazzled by the presence of beautiful women. It was technically your job to be confident and talk to people and seek meaning, but this woman was something else.

You were sitting in the small car, with your luggage stuck in the back and boot. Looking over, you marvelled at her stature closely resembling some kind of goddess. Although she was slim, she barely fit into her seat with her long arm resting close to yours as she drove.  “The place you’ll consult with student’s Y/n is on the other side of my office. Its just a small room but you are welcome to change it around, decorate and make it your own if you like”.

You nodded, catching the last sentence as you were stirred from your thoughts by her mentioning your name. “Yes… sorry for not being so present. It’s been such a long couple of days I think my brain is just jetlagged”.

Or it is because you’re sitting next to a literal god in human form that you would let sacrifice you if it was her wish?

“Of course, you must be absolutely exhausted having come so far. Ill show you to your quarters and you can rest that pretty little head of yours” she said sweetly, glancing down at your body and then up to your face before looking back towards the road. “I was wondering though if tomorrow you might join me for lunch, seeing as it is a Sunday”.

Eeeeeee, she asked you to lunch! You squealed internally. Calm down Y/n it’s just lunch... You opened your mouth, expecting yourself to accept in a kind and professional manner. Which would have been so appropriate and normal, except you didn’t.

“I’d really love you for lunch” Fuck. “I mean I’d love you to lunch me… like… I mean… for me to have lunch with you, like you said”. Your stomach flipped violently making you push yourself back into the passenger seat, silently wishing it would swallow you whole. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and looked down at your hands.

 “G God, I’m so sorry” you stammered. your eyes flicking upwards whilst your cheeks beginning to sting as you knew you had no room to move underneath her gaze.

“My name is Larissa, darling”, her eyes darkening even further as Larissa internally revelled in the feeling of having caught you like a little mouse. You on the other hand, felt terrified but electrified by the way Larissa looked at you in that moment.

The thing was with Larissa, she was so emotive with her face that all could be revealed with a fleeting look. You, being a highly trained therapist were great with reading emotions, and that included those with a suggestive nature. You stored the glimpse you saw on that drive, knowing you could bring it up again in your mind. But you didn’t have to, because you remembered that you were standing in the room with her right now and the same look was on her face.

“Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” She picked an invisible piece of lint from your blouse before running her hand down your arm slightly. Your skin responded with little tingles. Having registered your response to her touch, she continued. “I must have missed that memo, with me having been away when you were hired. Well darling, I think I am going to quite like having you here” she said, her expression moving from the darkened gaze to a content smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart” she said not bothering to pose it as a question again. “Come to my quarters at noon and we can figure out a plan from there”. She was walking away slowly, turning to lean for on the door frame for a moment. “And bring those brilliant eyes, I love it when you stare at me”.

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The next day:

Larissa had felt quite taken with you the moment she saw you. Truly she had just expected to pick up the new therapist who would probably also leave shortly into the school term. The last one had left because of Wednesday Addams, of which you could understand to some degree but hiring someone else felt impossible knowing it may just happen again. However, when she saw you hop off that train, her heart felt like it simultaneously dropped into her stomach and beamed up into the sky outside of her being. She knew right then and there; you were hers and she wouldn’t let you go without a fight.

*Knock knock*

You knocked on Larissa’s door, and it she soon opened it to you dressed in a slightly more casual pair of dress pants and a soft pastel blouse tucked in to accentuate her waist. “Hello, my love. You look beautiful”.

Earlier you had tried on about 6 different outfits, making a huge mess in your new place, you went with your favourite pants and long sleeve combination. It was much colder than you had expected it to be though having come from summer in a hot climate. You walked in with a bit of a shiver, grateful to look over and see her open wood fire going.

“Oh, my love you look freezing!” With her beside you, she wrapped her arm around you and led you towards the fire. “Here, come sit with me and I will warm you up”. You thanked her quietly, just absorbing her touch as it lingered on you. You felt unprepared for her to leave, feeling her shift slightly you pressed into her a little. Larissa knowingly smiled and instead of moving further she simply asked “what would you like to do for lunch? And I mean what would you like to eat and not who” She laughed, recalling yesterdays use of your words. You tensed momentarily until Larissa squeezed your arm playfully. Relaxing you giggled “I’m so sorry, you’re just so beautiful and I guess you make me a little nervous”. Larissa, still smiling retorted “well that much, I can tell and its kind of fun” she pushed into you slightly causing you to look up into her eyes wondering what might happen next. Larissa looked down to your lips and then back to your eyes…

 “And as fun as this is, I am absolutely starving and we must eat!” Larissa gracefully lifted herself from your side. You audibly whined slightly at the lost of contact, until you realised she was gone. She emerged from a door hidden in a corner you hadn’t noticed earlier, holding a warm jacket out to you. “I thought as much as I am a fantastic giant water bottle, you might need this. Let’s go to lunch at the Weathervane”.

“Oh that’s so kind of you, but my place is just down the hall …” you began to make an excuse, knowing if you wore that jacket that she would never see it again.

“Nonsense, this way it is much sweeter” Larissa boasted a big smile, although she thought something much dirtier. It’s also going to be much more satisfying when I get to take it off of you.

Larissa motioned to you to turn around as she held the jacket for you to slip your arms into one by one, making contact with your arms, neck and back as she adjusted the way it sat for no reason other than to touch you. “Let’s go, Ill drive”.

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Only 15 minutes later you were hopping out of Larissa’s personal car which was much bigger, feeling slightly tipsy as it smelt intoxicatingly like her. It had made sense when Larissa opened your door for you, that the little car she barely fit into yesterday was not hers and was a Nevermore car for school related things.  

“This is the Weathervane, it’s such a nice place to get food and drink. They have really fantastic hot chocolate and cute little booths sit in” Larissa said enthusiastically with a smile charging towards the entrance. Your legs although not typically small, struggled to keep up with her. She turned around “Come on darling as much as I don’t mind you watching me walk from behind, I love having you by my side”. Fluffy comment pricked you in the chest, leaving you warm feelings. You didn’t know it then but that was just the start of the heat.

After ordering some hot fresh paninis and hot chocolate, Larissa sat down at her favourite booth in the corner. You sat across from her and began to ask her questions about Nevermore. You both talked for what seemed like hours discussing students, the history behind outcasts and education. It was all so interesting to you, and you couldn’t wait to begin with the students who needed you most. One thing that kept popping up was that you couldn’t help but wonder whether Larissa was an outcast or a normie like you. One part of you knew that she had to be, no normal human being could be so tall, so beautiful and practically perfect in every way.

“If you are wondering, which I am sure you are… I am an outcast” Larissa said, shaking you from what clearly was silence through your last thought process. Caught in a new bout of fluster, you began to ramble the thoughts you had been having. “That… doesn’t surprise me you know like you’re so beautiful and perfect kind of like some Amazonian, or goddess that fell from the sky or something. Like look at you, of course you are. No normal person looks so delicious”. None of that was supposed to come out of your mouth in the way it did. You shrunk down slightly, blushing bright red.

“Oh really? Well, that is quite the admittance” the words almost crawling out of her mouth, just like her body crawled forward, leaning over the table with little effort and maximum grace. “I just love the way your brain and body disconnect from itself and then does whatever it wants”. Tilting her head, she looked into your eyes and down to your lips, licking her own red plump ones. Suddenly you felt her leg brush past yours underneath the table. Feeling slightly brave as your core was set alight “Oh yeah?” you breathed out, hoping you didn’t look too impacted by her words and her actions. But how could you not? “Mmhmm, yes, I do. However, it would be much nicer if I were the one to undo you; mind body and soul and then put you back together again”.

You could say nothing, Larissa grabbed your hand and walked you back to her car.

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[delulu-hours]

Together {2}

Paring: Derek Morgan x Latina!reader

Summary: You had a big surprise for him. So when you and Derek go and visit his mother for her birthday, you figured it would be the best way to tell them. To tell his family; however, things don't go as planned when Derek gets arrested. Memories flood the both of you as you figured out how to fight this nightmare together.

Tigger warning: mention of sexual assault and abuse.

A/n: I figured I'd post the second part since I had it done. Look forward to next week, I'll have the third part out. Thank you guys for the support

{1} {3}

You tried to do as Hotch and Derek's family said and rest up; however, memories plagued you every time you closed your eyes. Memories that you had pushed so far deep back into your mind, ignoring the horrifying feeling. The way your stomach turned and flipped in as flashbacks flooded your thoughts. You shook your head from such thoughts as you pushed yourself off the bed. You dropped to your knees as you searched through Derek's clothes. Something to wear for the night so it would feel like he was with you. The thought made you chuckle as you remembered the first time Derek noticed you doing this when he went away for work for long periods. 

Nesting.

That is how he worded it. You were making a nest with his clothes. Anything that carried his scent to help you feel safe. Hell, sometimes you'd even spray a bit of his cologne to have his scent on you. You took the black shirt he had on the night before and wasted no time slipping it on. As his shirt surrounded you, his scent invaded your nose. It smelt musky, with hints of lavender, warm vanilla, and some sage. As you crawled into bed, you wrapped your arms around yourself. The blankets lay over you, and you took a deep breath. Even with your nerves heightened, you couldn't help but relax as you closed your eyes. You were going to try to go to sleep; the darkness soon took over, and you were drifting to the world of slumber.

"I'm sorry," You looked around; the room looked familiar. And you glanced up, taking in the lady in front of you, and you could feel yourself pale. The fear wrapped around your bones, unable to bring yourself to run. Your body screamed for you to run, but you couldn't. "I didn't mean to." Her eyes burned with anger as she held the cord in her hand. Your blood ran ice cold as you huddled in the corner. "Mami, perdóname! (forgive me)" You begged, rubbing your hands together. 

“¿Quieres que te perdone? (You want me to forgive you)" Her voice held so much malice as her grip around the cord tightened. Her knuckles turned white. "Que te perdone? (to forgive you)" Her tone makes it sound like you were asking something stupid. The tears rolled down your cheeks as you whimpered. You forced your eyes closed as she raised her hand, preparing yourself. “Eres una niña estúpida e inútil! (you're a stupid useless girl)" Then you felt it, the way the cord connected with your skin. The burning sensation of the impact made you cry even louder. You knew this would anger her, but you couldn't help it. How were you supposed to hold back when the pain was so unbearable? You tried to tell her. You tried, but she never listened. It wasn't your fault that you wet your bed. You tried to tell her, but she placed all her blame and anger on you.

"I'm sorry." You pushed your back further into the fall, trying to avoid her. Trying to prevent any more pain. You knew that if this kept going, you would have more bruises. More marks. You knew that when your dad came home, there would be yelling. Yelling between your mom and dad. And when they fought, you were taken to the monster's house. Another person you fear. She brought the cord down again, and you yelped in pain. 

"Arruinaste nuestras vidas, (you ruined our lives)" Another smack echoed the room with a muffled cry. “Y ahora las estás haciendo miserables. (and now you're making it miserable)" Two more hits followed. Her angered look was embedded in your mind as you tried to cover your face. 

A gasp left your lips as you sat up. Sweat rolled down the side of your face as you took in the room around you— short breaths as you clutched your chest. You could hear the blood rushing through your body so loudly in your ears as your heart drummed so harshly in your chest. Every fiber within you shook as you closed your eyes, forcing those horrid nightmares back. You had to bite your lip to stop a cry that wanted to leave your lips. You rubbed your chest to soothe the pain and the heaviness that weighed on your chest.

Since finding out about your pregnancy, you had this haunting feeling that you pushed away, but Derek getting arrested seemed to trigger the event. The nightmares hit you with full force, and nothing was shielding you from them without Derek— nothing to help you overcome them. You weren't going to be able to hide yourself in his arms. Sitting up, you were quick to get out of bed. The need to leave the room was intense as you slightly stumbled out. You sat on the couch and pulled your knees up to your chest. You tried to concentrate on breathing normally. You knew you weren't going to fall asleep. You weren't going to do anything.

~~~~~~~~~

You didn't get much sleep last night. Horrid memories plagued your thoughts. You did your best to push it back and away through your mind, but it was hard. Every time you close your eyes, bits of memories flash behind your closed eyelids. Any slight noise made you jumpy. You felt like you were slowly returning to that little girl who feared everyone. You needed Derek. You wanted Derek. To be held as he made you feel safe. 

But he wasn't here. 

He, too, was suffering. So you tried to be strong. You trusted that his team would do whatever they needed to to make this right. You had to believe in them. How could you not? Derek trusts them with his life, so it made sense for you to trust them. To have faith that they'll bring the man that gave you strength. A man who loved you as if you were perfect, even though you were far from that. He didn't know your flaws or damages. The fear was eating you as you worried how he would react as he found out. Would he still love you? Want you? Your nails dung into your arms as you shook your head. You needed to do something, so you headed to the kitchen. Wash the dishes. You made some coffee. You kept yourself busy as you cleaned things that didn't need cleaning. Reorganized. Anything to keep your mind busy.

When you ran out of things to do, the sun was up, and you didn't even process the fact that you pulled a hoodie and grabbed Derek's keys before leaving the house. You pulled up to the police station and walked in. "I want to see Derek Morgan." You demanded the first person you saw. 

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't do that." He didn't even glance up at me. You felt your jaw tick, and you clicked your tongue. 

"Why is that?" you didn't move. You began to tap your finger against the side of your thigh as you glared at the man. "Why can I not see my boyfriend!?" He made no attempt to acknowledge you, which irked you. Your lack of sleep left you on a very tightrope with any patience you would have had. "Gosh, damn it, someone gives me some answers." You slammed your hand on the desk, and everyone grew quiet. All eyes were on you. 

"You need to calm down." You turned around and glared at the man. It was the same man who cuffed Derek. 

"Calm down?!" You raised an eyebrow. "You expect me to calm down when your fucking men don't acknowledge me. Don't even look like they want to help? Ridiculo. (ridiculous)" Your nails dug into your palms as you took a deep breath. "I want to see Derek." You said once again in a calmer tone. "I want to know why you arrested him." 

"Gordinski will be here shortly." The detective said as he moved to the side a bit. "You are more than welcome to wait until he arrives." You gave him a short nod and followed behind him. He took you to a room with the walls being windows, as you could see out of it. He allowed you to take a seat. You looked around as you sat down. You felt his eyes on you. "Coffee?" He offered, and you gave him an annoyed look.

"No, thank you." He gave you a slight nod and took the open seat next to you. "Why are you so insistent on helping him?" 

"Because I know he is innocent." You interlock your fingers together as you lean closer to the table. "You assholes have nothing on him. No actual evidence to connect him to whatever they think he is; that's why they're detaining him." There was a slight flicker in his eyes, and you gave him a smug look, knowing you were right.

"He murdered a boy, which isn't his first victim." You scoffed, dumbfounded that they believed Derek was capable of murder. The same man who would lay his life for innocent people. Derek risked his life every day, catching the actual scumbags.

"You're dumber than you look." You shook your head. "Where does your so-called evidence connect him to these murders you believe he did?" 

"I can't show you them." He tapped his finger on the table. "It's official police business." You let out an unamused scoff as you pushed yourself back in the chair.

"I'm wasting my time talking to you." You clicked your tongue and crossed your arms over your chest. "Imbécil. (fool)" You muttered under your breath. You weren't surprised that he was refusing to show you anything. 

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You had been sitting in the room for an hour. Even after Gordinski came, that man didn't wish to entertain you. He barely even spoke to you. He just said that you didn't know Derek at all. He wasn't the man who you thought you knew. And then you went off on him. Calling the man words in Spanish that you knew he didn't even understand. You were cursing him, his stupidity, and how his feelings against Derek blinded him. 

It was when he left the room. You could see the anger on his face as he walked out, but you couldn't care less. If they wanted a scene, you would give it to them. They treated you like a clueless woman blinded by a man she was infatuated with. 

Your eyes landed on his team, and you exited the room. "Hotch," You breathed out, relieved that they were here. "Thank god." JJ gave you a quick hug as she rubbed your arm. 

"What do you know?" Hotch asked as he took in your state. He could see the bags under your eyes and the lack of sleep. 

"They think Derek killed a boy." You lowered your voice a bit. "My guess is it concerns the little boy they found last night. They mentioned that he's had a few kills, but they aren't charging him yet." You tapped your fingers against your thigh. "They have nothing against him besides whatever vendetta Gordinski has against Derek. They won't tell me anything else." 

"We'll take it from here," He gave you a slight nod. "You should go rest." Your body screamed for you to get some sleep. To get food in you. You just couldn't. The thought of food sickened you, and you knew you'd be flooded with nightmares the moment you slept. Before you could say anything, Gordinski came out and greeted the team. JJ pulled you behind Hotch as she took in the angered look you threw at him.

"Detective Gordinski, CPB" Hotch shook his hand.

"You think an FBI agent, a BAU profiler, committed a homicide?" Hotch asked, finding it hard to believe and understand why they had insisted on Derek being the one. 

"Actually, three homicides. At least over 15 years." Your lips formed a thin line as you forced yourself to keep quiet. You had to let them handle it. 

"You- you think he's a serial killer?" JJ asked, trying to make sure she understood him. 

"This is ridiculous." You nodded, agreeing with Reid. 

"Has he been charged with anything?" Hotch asked. Gordinsky puffed his chest as if he could charge him any minute. 

"I got 72 hours for that." Unfazed was his reaction, and it angered you even more. You weren't about to have Derek sit there just because they believed they could detain him. 

"I'd like to see him." Gordinski nodded, and the other detective– you hadn't bothered getting his name– showed him the way. You turned around and took a deep breath. You wanted to snap at them again. Yell and call them stupid. Push past them and get Derek out, but you knew you couldn't. It would help him if you did so you tried to calm down. You pushed Gordinksi's voice away, trying to ignore him until he said something that made you snap. 

"Everything in it points to that son of a bitch, Derek Morgan." You turned around so quickly and pointed a finger at him as you drew close to him.

"What do you just call him?" Your blood boiled. You were proven wrong, just as you thought how they treated Derek couldn't worsen. In their eyes, he was a criminal. One who could murder innocent kids. "Repeat it, I dare you." You weren't thinking logically anymore. 

“Y/n.” You heard Gideon's stern voice as he tried to get you to stop. You were tired of it. Tired of seeing how they treated him. "Y/n." Gideon grabbed your arm and turned you to face him. His stern look locked with the anger you displayed in your eyes. "Go get some air." He was telling you to go cool down; you knew that. You knew you needed to before something happened. Before you did something you'd regret. "Now." Clenching your jaw, you walked out of the station. When the cool breeze hit your skin, you dropped into a crouching position. You wanted to scream, but the tears fell on your face instead. Your ears began to ring as you clamped your hands over them. The tears felt like they burned your skin as you tried to stop them. 

You were frustrated.

Scared.

Tired.

You tried to calm down as you sniffled. Moving away from the door so you could use the wall as support, you closed your eyes. The image of your angry mother flashed through your mind. Then, it switched to those eyes you feared the most. The ringing in your ears grew louder. You closed your eyes tighter, hoping to erase those memories, but it didn't work. Those eyes stared back at you, and you felt the goosebumps rise on your arms and the urge to throw up. Your nails dug into your scalp as you tried to block the ringing and your mother's angry yelling— her cursing. The sound of the cord meeting your skin with each hit echoed in your head, and it felt like it was bouncing off in your skull. 

Then, a hand grabbed your arm, and you flinched. You pulled away quickly, and your eyes shot open, only to see Emily standing before you. A worried look etched into her face as she called out your name. "Are you okay?" You blinked and hid the panic and fear away as you smiled.

"I'm fine. I'm just," You cleared your throat as you forced the lump you felt in your throat down. "Tired. This whole thing has me on edge, and I haven't been able to rest." You lied perfectly through your teeth. 

You couldn't seem weak. 

Or Broken.

Not now.

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[sherwees]

snap a pretty picture of your own!

cw : dubcon but stretching to noncon, getting caught, non consensual groping, exhibitonism, frottage, just overall fcked up SHIT (once again), accidental boners and implied yang huge dick (that should be it?)

p.s : the ending was meant to be more harsh but I couldn't forgive myself for that.

also imagine yangyang in this outfit

Yangyang manspreads on his seat with his Polaroid, swinging his head around looking at the civilians on the subway as he taps his converses on the ground with a rhythm; admiring everything around him with a toothy smile. Everything within the surroundings became blurry as he immersed in your pretty little face, he wanted to snap a quick photo badly but isn't that a crime?

“Sir, sorry for bothering you but do you think you could get up?” A pregnant lady wearing a sweater similar to yours, holding her stomach with a slight arch asks with a slight furrow to her brows. He only nodded and smiled as he got up to stand beside you but something must've brushed a button of his Polaroid because it snapped a photo of the woman's thighs.

She gave a confused look but emitted a small, “It's okay” as the Italian male beside him gave him a scrunch of his nose with a disgusted look. He mumbled a small apology, the guilt weighed his fragile little heart down as he took the film and disposed of it in the nearest garbage and shuffled towards you, you seemed nice. He eyed your pearly white headphones, he could slightly hear the song that you were blasting in his close proximity, not even seeming to notice the nosy male only a few steps behind.

The subway was close to the 7th stop, where it would get unusually crowded because of rush hour. He had about 7 stops more after that and he coincidentally forgot his phone at his friend's house somehow after a week long sleepover so he could only find fun in counting the bleached strands in your hair.

Sooner or later, the train stops abruptly. People rush into the subway, pushing and shoving him closer. It's only then he notices your struggle, you were practically squished into a metal pole. The pressure putting an evident dent on your chest, showing the outline of your bra through the sage sweatshirt you bought at the outlet mall only hours before. Your pussy line(?) was now evident now as you only rubbed against it unintentionally with the turbulence of the train along with a slight burning sensation.

His chest jumps as he looks around in frustration and worry, looking up the subway lights made him nauseous as the blood rushes from the rest of his body but to his lower region. Yangyang notices that your hips slightly rocked against the pole, your lidded eyes looking around until you met eyes with him. Your plush lips were pouty and covered with clear gloss, forehead beamed with sweat.

Your soft fingers scrambled for the pole to keep the pleasuring angle on your sensitive bud once he slightly gyrated his hips into her ass, a soft moan left your lips but it was quickly cut off when the woman in front of you turned for a second.

His grip tightened on the handholds hoping that this was all just a dream and he could wake up in his happy humble home to his cat, Coco. His erection was barely even there yet but his sweatpants became tight like unbearably tight.. He regretted going commando because he under packed his undergarments; his jaw clenched, holding back a grunt as the foreskin at his shaft stretched. He attempted to adjust his growing member but his mushroom tip was now visible as a wide bump, poking out further every second.

He prayed in his soul that nobody would catch eye of this disaster. Of course, you caught eye of the suspicious looking beam he smuggled in his jeans.. Your mouth became agape but it closed with a mischeving smile like something from a brazzers ad that would border an xvideos video. He vigorously shook his head to make sure you understood that he didn't mean any harm and it was just some type of accidental boner but something in his gut yearned for you.

Your fingers reached behind and grabbed his waist band with a slight tear emitting from it, jerking his tip into the curve of your ass with an exasperated gasp coming from you both. If it wasn't so crowded in this subway, there would be major concerns going around but right now, that wasn't the problem in his racing mind.

The bigger (but not biggest) problem was the thin material of your grey shorts, Yangyang could only attempt to step away but you were like a psychic that read his mind with a magic crystal ball. You grabbed his wrist causing him to heave and rush forward along with the speed of the train car, the pole bumping against your ribs, taking a slight hiss from your mouth.

His breath now fanned your jaw as you spat through clenched teeth:

“Move away or I'm screaming some crazy shit.”

“B-but I have to get home—”

“ “B-but” nothing.” His cock prodded at your hole through the damp material of your shorts, your thighs clamp from the rush of pleasure of the sudden stop of the train once more. His adam's apple bobs at your small gyrations, his hands clammy and shaking as his member twitches. His arms then wrap around your waist, his breath and moans hot against your moist neck and if it was silent enough, you could hear the sounds of wet friction between the materials.

“Gosh, fuck.” He grunted as his fingers moved up the cashmere of your sweater to twittle with your erect nipples. You felt the escatsy surge through your body as another round of sweat leaves your skin but the string of your abdomen only became more prominent.

“R’ you gonna cum with me?” He whined into your ear, his thrusts assisting the pressure of the pole against your swollen clit. You could only hum at his desperation, you slightly smiled knowing that you pushed him into a vulnerable headspace. The same male you eyed for hours on end, you might've missed your stop even a few hours ago but it'll circle around.

His hurried thrusts slightly shifted the lining of your shorts enough to wet the front of his sweatpants with your pure slick causing him to straight out moan. The endorphins rushed to his cock, causing his high to come too early for his liking as his seed seeped through the front of his sweats and down his thigh.

Your eyes were snapped shut once your orgasm rocked through your nerves, too immersed in the pleasure to even realize you heard multiple photos snap and the booming of a male's whistle.

“Gosh, that fucking thing is huge!”

Huh?

Your eyes light up, the atmosphere blurry to your vision and humid to your body; your sweatshirt clung onto you. You're met with eyes of middle aged males and females and a random baby. You were quick to fix yourself awkwardly with an honestly fine male staring at your thighs too long for your liking but Yangyang was ruled unlucky.

Your neck craned towards Yangyang but he only attempted to cover indecency with his palms but failing.

Red-faced and about to break but suddenly, a female close to her 40's with fuzzy brown hair jumped from behind him; one hand is full on groping his chest with her coarse hands, raising his shirt to have a peek at his tanned defined abs but another reaching past his waistband, jerking off his leaking cock once more.

He let out a vile cry as he shoved her away into another seat to tug his white undershirt down with a sad scrunch to his perky nose. She slurred some type of vulgar word before she got up and sauntered to another cart with her black oversized shawl dragging behind her drunken steps.

This doesn't stop the clicks and woo's of the bystanders. He collects his Polaroid and scattered films that dropped from the sudden assault of the woman's hands.

It seemed that the attention was off of you as you dashed off and the attention slightly died down towards the flushed pink haired boy a few meters behind you eventually. Your stop was only a minute away, signaled from the little digital banner blinked above you.

You could only lean against the cool metal of the subway until the doors opened, letting in the brisk night air against your face; the moon looked pretty at least. Hurrying towards the parking lot, you noticed the dishelved strands of hair of the boy from earlier.

He seemed unbothered but still bothered of what happened earlier as he sat on the bench only a platform away. His eyes gleam with a lost look and you're lost with him, everything felt spacey and nothing felt real.

But with the worry and shame leaving your soul finding him in a normal condition, you turn around and head for the parking lot; fishing for your keys once more..

You don't miss is the miniscule sound of a click you heard from a distance and a sigh from the lone male.

He finally got the pretty little picture he wanted.

part 2

#nct smut #kpop smut #smut #wayv smut #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #yangyang smut #yangyang x reader #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv scenarios

[devilat-thedoor]

Hands to Yourself Pt6

Loves🤍🤍

This one took me longer than usual and i’m sorry for that! but can you blame me when the boys have been prancing around stage in all their glory, looking that fine????? please don’t mind the many grammatical errors that this is probably littered with. anyways… Here she is, Part 6, hot and ready for you💖

Part 5

Word Count: 11.8k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: As always 18+ Minors DNI. light smut, Oral(m receiving.) Mentions of sickness and death. not much more than that. heavy on the fluff though. if i miss anything, please don’t hesitate to tell me.

Jake POV

You could see the gears turning. It was written all over her face as she pieced it together. The way her nostrils flared with every huff that escaped them. She was angry. Fuck. You were angry. What is Sage planning? What’s her endgame? Did she think that there was a chance you would leave Y/N? For her? After what she did… The mere thought of her was nauseating. The guys were standing before you, an onslaught of questions flowing from their mouths. You tuned them out for a moment, focusing on her. “Y/N, we’ll-“ Just as your hand landed on the small of her back, she pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I just need a minute.” She was rushing out of the kitchen before you could say anything. Danny stepped in front of you before you could go after her.

“What is going on?” You couldn’t focus on what he was saying, she was your only concern.

As you made a move to step around Danny, Josh stopped you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll go check on her, you just fill these two in on what’s been happening.” He gestured between Sam and Daniel and then turned to follow her path.

Your drummer spoke up again as you watched Josh leave the room. “Look, man, Dess told me about you guys hooking up, but she-”

“Hooking up?” Sam interrupted Danny, “You slept with Sage? But Y/N… What- Does she-”

You held your hand up, signaling for him to stop talking, “We both did, Sam. Me and Y/N, together… It just happened?” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you took a deep breath and calmly explained everything. Josh already knew what was going on. Danny only knew what Odessa had told him, which didn’t seem to be much, and your little brother was entirely clueless. So you gave them the full story. “...I woke up and Sage had herself wrapped around me. Y/N wasn’t in the bed anymore, so I got up and found her on the couch. I knew that night that something was off, something shifted in the dynamic between her and Sage and then the cookout…” You sipped your coffee telling them about the messages that you had received. “…And then Y/N got a message yesterday with a video and after the text I got, I was just freaked out. I said a lot of shit to her that I didn’t mean and it got ugly. I left, went to Josh’s for some clarity. God, I treated her so horribly… When I came home and we talked last night, we didn’t think it was possible that it could’ve been Sage, but now… I don’t know.” You shook your head, dragging a hand down your face. “After the cookout… After what she did. I don’t ever want to see her face again, but she’s clearly not going away. I don’t know what she wants.”

“Did you really think that she would cheat on you?” Sam’s brows were pinched together as he stared at you. “With me or Josh? You think she would actually do that to you, Jake?” His tone was accusatory, making you feel like shit.

The guilt was already weighing on you for accusing her in the first place. “No! I mean- In my heart I know she wouldn’t, but the accumulation of everything that’s happened the past few weeks has had my head all over the place.” You rubbed the back of your neck, “Listen, it’s fucked up, I know that, Sam. But all I can do now is try to fix what Sage fucking broke.”

Danny placed a hand on your shoulder, “As long as you and her trust each other, there’s nothing to fix, man.” He was always great at being the voice of reason. “Everyone can see how perfect you two are together and whatever Sage tries won’t stand a chance. You love Y/N and you trust her, right? Because I know that’s how she feels.”

“I can’t see myself with anybody else. Fuck, I can’t even bear the thought of what my life would be without her.” It wasn’t a lie. Nobody in a million years could compare to her, could make you feel the way she does. No one would love you the way she does and vice versa. “She’s the first person I want to share everything with. Every thought, every idea, every bit of news, good or bad. There’s no one else.” You couldn’t hold back your grin, “From the moment I laid eyes on her, all that time ago, I knew she’d be the only woman I’d want to love for the rest of my life…”

You looked up into Daniel’s eyes as his mouth lifted into a warm smile, “I know, brother.”

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Her POV

You broke away from Jake, all but sprinting to the bathroom. Pushing the door to shut, you dropped to your knees, heaving violently into the toilet. The only contents in your stomach were the few sips of coffee you’d had on your drive home, but that didn’t stop the painful stomach contractions that came with every gag. Just as you flushed the toilet and slumped against the outside of the shower, a few softs knocks hit the bathroom door.

You looked up to realize that you didn’t close the door the whole way and Josh’s soft voice came through as he slowly opened it up further, “Can I come in, Y/N? You okay?” The concern in his tone was evident.

“Yeah, come in.” Standing up, you went to the sink for the mouth wash.

Josh peeked around the door to find you before stepping in and closing it completely, “Are you sick?” He moved closer, pulling the hand towel from the rack and held it out to you.

Taking it with a weak smile, you wiped your mouth before responding, “No, I’m okay, Josh. Really.” You were trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince him. “I think with everything that’s been going on, my anxiety is finally catching up. Hit me like a freight train.” You forced out a quiet chuckle. “I can only assume Jake has told you everything.”

“Yeah…” He pressed his lips together in thought for a moment. “How are you doing after yesterday? Because I know Jake was pretty torn up when he showed up at my place.”

You looked down, picking at your fingernails, “I didn’t mean to hurt him.” Your voice was barely a whisper. “I couldn’t explain the video and I knew it looked bad, but I couldn’t just keep it from him. He had a right to see it.” Tears were forming and you tried to blink them away.

Josh reached out, taking your hand in his, “No, sweetheart, you don’t understand.” He waited for you to look at him, “He was beating himself up for how he talked to you, the things he said.”

The first tear slid down your cheek as you shook your head. “I deserved it… After everything he’s had to deal with these past few weeks?” Pulling your hand from Josh’s, you buried your face in them, “I just keep fucking up, Josh. I keep making these stupid mistakes and Jake has to deal with the repercussions.” You sunk to the floor, crying harder. “At some point he’s gonna realize that he deserves better than what I’ve been giving him.” The thought of Jake leaving you had your body shaking.

Josh crouched down to meet you face to face, “You can’t be serious, Y/N?” His tone was unusually stern. “Mistakes were made, yeah. On all sides… But you need to understand that there is nobody for him but you.” His eyes held a sincere gaze as he spoke, “Whether he’s said it to you or not, he wants you for the rest of his life. I can feel it whenever I’m in the same vicinity as you two, that energy.” You sniffled, taking in everything he was saying, “I could feel it from the moment he laid eyes on you.”

A smile spread across your face as you remembered the day you’d met him.

It was a chilly fall morning and you were running errands in the city. You’d only lived here for a few months and planned on exploring the shops to find some things for your apartment. You pulled the sleeves of your oat colored sweater over your cold hands as you looked through the large windows of the coffee shop, deciding that a hot, caffeinated beverage was just what you needed. You walked inside, welcoming the warmth that came from the heating vents. There were a few people in line ahead of you so you took your time looking over the menu board. You heard the chime echo through the space, signaling that someone else had come in the door. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught sight of him. Just a small glimpse but it was enough for you to do a double take. He was so young then with his windblown, messy hair. You couldn’t help looking at him. He wore dirty, tan boots, tight black jeans and a faded, brick red t-shirt that had the neckline hem cut off and stretched. As your eyes wandered to his face, adorned with a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes, you were met with his perfect, intoxicating smile. You were so mesmerized by it that you didn’t hear the girl at the counter calling you up. His mouth started moving and it took you a few seconds to realize he was talking. “I’m sorry, what?” You blinked at him.

His smile came back, it almost looked brighter the second time, “Uhh, you’re up.” He nodded towards the counter behind you with a quiet chuckle.

“Oh. Um thanks.” You turned away quickly, cursing yourself for gawking at him. The barista took your order and told you the total. You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you dug through your purse for your wallet. “Shit… I uh- My wallet isn’t here. It’s-.” A red hot blush spread over your face as you stammered through an unnecessary explanation, “I guess just cancel that, I-”

“You can just put her coffee on my order, I’ll cover it.” He stepped up beside you, pulling his card from his wallet and telling the girl his simple order.

Your eyes went wide, “Oh. no, you don’t need to do that!” The embarrassment you felt was growing by the second, you just wanted out of the situation.

He was already handing the card over, a small smirk on his lips, “It’s really no big deal.”

You opened your mouth to argue but clamped it shut as his hand came up to your back. The touch was so light, if it wasn’t for the electric current you were positive was flowing through his fingertips, you wouldn’t have noticed it. He ushered you towards the opposite end of the counter. The silence carried an odd tension as you both stood and waited for your drinks until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Thank you, by the way. You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.” You offered a soft smile.

“What’s your name?” The question came abruptly. “I’m Jake.” He pulled his sunglasses off and hung them from his neckline, finally showcasing the prettiest brown eyes you’d ever seen. He was bafflingly handsome and every time his lips curled into that perfect smile, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you tore your eyes from him staring at the floor. “Uh. Y/N… I- Yeah. It’s nice to meet you.” You held your hand out awkwardly, unsure of what else to do. He slid his hand into yours, holding onto it for what felt like forever, when the barista slid the cups over the pickup counter for you. You took your hand back and grabbed one of the cups, “Thanks again, for this. I’ll pay you back.” Turning on your heels, you stalked towards the door, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further. The brisk wind sent a shiver through your body as you stepped outside. Bringing the cup to your mouth, you took a large gulp. The bitterness hit your tastebuds and it took everything not to spit it all out. This wasn’t your coffee.

“I think you grabbed mine.” Jake was standing there as you turned around, holding the correct cup out to you.

Your eyes blew wide. “Shit. I’m so sorry, I already drank out of it.” You looked back and forth between the cup in your hand and the one in his. “Fuck. Uh. I’ll buy you a new one. I-”

He chuckled, taking the cup from you and placing the other in your open hand. “You don’t have your wallet, remember?” His laugh was the warmest sound you’d ever heard and, to this day, you could still attest to that. “Tell you what, when you do find your wallet, text me.” He drew his phone from his pocket and offered it to you. “Then you can buy me a coffee…As a payback.”

You took the phone from him, reluctantly, “Okay.” You put your phone number in and gave it back, watching as he clicked around on the screen. The notification sound rang out from your phone nestled in your back pocket. He kept eye contact with you while you pulled your phone out to look over the screen.

“Now you have my number,” He tucked his phone away just as another guy came up to him on the sidewalk, greeting him.

“Dude, are you ready? We’ve been waiting.” His fluffy curls danced around his face in the fall breeze as he turned to look at you with a beaming grin, incredibly similar to Jake’s.. “Hi. I’m Josh. My, aren’t you just breathtaking?” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he said it, glancing at Jake. “You a friend of Jakey’s?” He held his hand out for you to shake and you were thrown off by his bubbly personality.

“Uhhh…” As you reached to take his hand, Jake clapped him on the shoulder.

“If you don’t scare her off first. Let’s go.” He gave Josh a gentle shove, prompting him to walk back in the direction he came from. “Sorry, my brother can be a little high-spirited.”

A quiet giggle left you as you watched Josh walk away, “Brother?” You looked back to Jake, taking a drink of your coffee.

“Twin, actually.” He gave a shrug before Josh called his name from down the street. “I’m gonna go before he comes back. I hope you find your wallet.”  As he went to move past you, he stopped, placing his hand on your arm, “It was really good meeting you, Y/N.” The way your name rolled off of his tongue left you dazed. You gathered yourself enough to tell him goodbye and go on your way.

“I gave him shit for days about following you into that coffee shop.” Josh snorted out a laugh, “He kept his phone on him, waiting for a text from you and I told him he probably creeped you out.”

“He followed me into the shop that morning?” This was the first time you were hearing this. “I thought he just happened to come in after me.”

Josh tilted his head, gazing at you, “He never told you that?” You shook your head at him, waiting for him to give you his POV of that day. “Shit, I don’t remember what we were even in the city for, but we were walking down the street, me, him and Sam, and he saw you come out of a little antique store, stopped him right in his tracks. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, just kept mumbling about how beautiful you were. Actually, I think the word he used was ‘breathtaking.’” You couldn’t contain your smile as you listened to him. “I knew it. I could see it in the way he watched you walk through the door of the cafe… You had him wrapped around your finger from that very moment. He told me he’d be right back and then he was gone, going after you like his life depended on it.”

“I almost didn’t text him at all. Fought with myself for a few days over it. I had myself convinced that he was probably just looking for a quick hookup and texting him was a terrible idea.” The memory made you laugh, “But I couldn’t get him out of my head, no matter how hard I tried, I kept seeing his smile. And then I caved after telling myself the worst that could happen is my suspicions being right. What did I have to lose, yanno?”

“D’you ever think about what your life would be like if you hadn’t met him?” Josh watched as you thought over your answer, adding, “or me? Obviously.” He flashed his blinding smile.

You pulled at a loose thread on your leggings, mulling over the question. “I mean, when I first moved here, I definitely didn’t picture this for myself.” You gestured to the general area around you. “I was in a really bad place, just looking for a fresh start. The only thing I cared about was the food truck and getting my shit together, but when Jake walked into the coffee shop, the first smile he gave me… I didn’t know it then, but he shifted the entire trajectory of my life.” Chewing on your lip, you shook your head in disbelief. “Josh, I genuinely can’t even imagine what I would be doing, the person I’d be, if I had never met him. Anytime I think about my life or my future, he’s all I see, all I want. Even looking back at my past, everything before him seems like a different life altogether.”

Josh opened his mouth to respond as the door pushed open. Jake appeared from behind it, “Hey, are you okay?” His eyes landed on you, sitting on the floor with tear-stained cheeks.

“I’ll give you two a minute.” Josh patted your knee, giving you a look of empathy, before standing up and exiting the bathroom.

Jake held his hand out for you to take, pulling you up from the floor. “Were you crying, love?” His arms snaked around you, locking you against him.

You welcomed his touch, tucking yourself into him and burying your face in his neck. “I was.” He was warm as you nuzzled your nose against his skin, inhaling his natural Jake scent. “I’m okay, though, baby. Promise.” Nothing felt more like home than this, being wrapped in his arms, and you tightened your hold on him.

He followed your lead and hugged you tighter, leaving a lingering kiss to your temple. “Can you come out and eat your food, please?” You chuckled at his question as you lifted your head to look at him. “What? I know you didn’t have dinner last night. You need to eat, my love.” He pushed a stray hair out of your face as he gazed down at you.

The thought of food was making your stomach churn again and you weren’t sure why. But the way his espresso colored eyes were pleading with you made it impossible to tell him no. “Okay.” You allowed him to walk you out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen where the other three boys still remained. Jake pulled a stool out at the island, ushering you into it, and placed your bagel in front of you, watching you expectantly. The smell of the cream cheese smeared on top of it brought your nausea back, saliva pooling in your mouth. Maybe you were getting sick? He tapped his knuckle on the counter, gaining your attention, and mouthed the word ‘eat’ at you. Choking back the sick feeling, you ripped a small piece off and popped it into your mouth, making a show of chewing it up and swallowing it. “I’m eating, Jacob. You don’t have to babysit me.” You stuck your tongue out, proving your point.

“Don’t be a brat.” He gave you a pointed look and you just smirked in return. “What do you wanna do today, my love?” He leaned his elbows on the countertop, waiting for your answer. “You wanna get dinner, just us? Go out for drinks? You pick.”

“Ooh! Actually, I really wanna go back to that farmer’s market outside of town.” You’d been meaning to go back for weeks, but life kept getting in the way. “I wanted to pick up more of their wine and talk to the guy about maybe putting weekly orders in with them for the truck.” With summer flying by, you were already running through new ideas and recipes to try for fall.

The excitement in your voice warmed Jake’s heart, he couldn’t think of anything he’d love more than spending a day out of the house with you. “Yeah, okay. That sounds fun, baby.” He picked up the other half of your bagel, taking a large bite. “Finish eating and we can head out.”

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The guys had left the house shortly before you did. Now you sat in the passenger seat of Jake’s car, feet kicked up on the dashboard while you sang along to the music, driving down the highway. He let his eyes drift from the road every so often, listening to you sing. “…Oh I don’t want a soul, baby… Hangin’ around my house when I’m not at home….” His hand left its place on the shifter and grasped yours. You turned your face away from the window and looked at him as he brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “What was that for?”

Jake smiled, watching the road ahead of him. “I love listening to you sing the blues.” His admission made you blush. You knew you didn’t have the prettiest voice, but Jake would listen to it for hours on end if he had the chance. He kept hold of your hand as you went back to quietly singing.

You watched him as you sang, the way his lip would curl into a smirk every time you were a little too far off key. You were in the middle of ‘Cross Road Blues’ by Robert Johnson when Jake pulled his hand from yours to turn the volume down. “What? Was I that bad?” You feigned a look of hurt, holding your hand over your chest. He gave a quiet chuckle before licking his lips. There was a shift in his breathing and he almost seemed nervous. “Jake, what’s wrong?” You sat up in your seat, planting your feet back on the floor mat as you looked at him. “Did I do-“

He cut you off. “Would you marry me?” The question spilled from his mouth so fast, you almost didn’t register it. Jake watched your eyes widen and tried to reword his question, worried that he’d freaked you out. “I mean, I- Could you see yourself…marrying- spending your life- Or- Fuck.” You watched him rub his sweaty palms over his jeans before putting them back on the steering wheel.

This wasn’t a topic that you had discussed with him. You had a home with him, shared a beautiful life with him everyday. You were already his, marriage just seemed like a fancy word to prove it. “Jake…”

“Nope, just disregard all of that. I- Yeah.” He reached for the knob, turning the volume back up.

You grinned hard at his flustered state. Your heart swelled as you turned the music back down and took his hand again, leaning over the center console. “Jacob,” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye as you spoke, “If I can’t spend the rest of my life with you, I don’t want it.” You pressed your lips to his cheek, “So to answer your question, I would marry you in a heartbeat, no questions asked. But as long as you keep loving me the way you do and as long as you want me, then I don’t need a ring or a piece of paper that says I’m yours. This,” You pointed between the two of you, “will always be more than enough for me, baby.”

His dimples formed slowly as he matched your face splitting smile, “I’ll love you forever as long as you let me, baby.” He brought your hand back to lips, kissing your ring finger.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for the last eight minutes of the drive. Jake turned into the parking lot and you pointed to the far left end towards the market. When he put the car in park, you were quick to jump out, grabbing your tote bags from the back seat. “Baby, c’mon! It’s still early, so everything shouldn’t be completely picked through!” You took his hand as he walked around to your side, practically dragging him across the pavement. 

You stepped up to the first table, covered side to side with various fruits. You scanned the areas, hoping to find the old man from last time, but he found you first. “I was startin’ to wonder when you’d be back!” His voice startled you and you were a bit surprised that he had recognized you. “How’d your old man end up likin’ that Cabernet?”

The giggle that tumbled from your mouth couldn’t be stopped, “Well he’s here today, so you can ask him.” You looked at Jake, “This is Jake, my old man.”

He held his hand out to your boyfriend, “Jake, I’m Henry. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held his hand out for him to shake. Jake accepted it and the man turned his attention back to you, “I’m sorry, darlin’. I don’t think I got your name last time you were here.”

“Oh, it’s Y/N.” You gave a polite smile.

“Y/N.” He repeated it as though he was committing it to memory. “Well, what are you folks here for today? Lookin’ for anything in particular?”

Jake spoke up, “Well, Henry, I would really love to get my hands on a few bottles of that Cabernet. It was one of the best reds I’ve had.” Henry beamed, leading Jake towards the table that housed all the crates of wine. You watched as they went, carrying on a conversation that you couldn’t hear. Taking your time, you began perusing the tables, looking for nothing specific. You filled one bag with fresh peaches and plums and various kinds of berries. Filled another with jars of homemade jams, ranging from wild blueberry to muscat grape, and a variety of the infused honeys that Odessa had raved about. Making your way to the crates of veggies, you realized how heavy the bags were getting. “Let me take those, love.” Jake was beside you, pulling them from your arms. He leaned in, pecking your cheek. “You find anything good?”

“Mhmm.” You plucked a basket of green beans from the table, looking them over before carefully tucking them into your last bag. “Lots of stuff. Did they have any of that wine left?” You moved along, grabbing a zucchini and sorting through the colorful display of peppers.

He walked behind you, watching the way you examined everything you picked up. “They did, I had him package up three bottles of the Cabernet, two of that Syrah that you really liked and a few different whites.”

You turned around to look at him, “That’s a lot of wine, Jacob. Are you looking to get me drunk?” You raised your eyebrows at him and he playfully rolled his eyes, shaking his head. 

Henry called your name, pulling your attention from Jake. He stood at the table with the metal cash box, waving you over with a big smile. You stuffed a few different sweet peppers into your tote and laced your fingers with Jake’s, walking over to Henry. He had his arm around a woman’s shoulders as you approached. “Y/N, Jake, this is my daughter, Laney. She makes all that wine over there!” He wore a proud expression as he introduced her.

“Elaine is fine, actually.” She chuckled as she looked at her dad. “He’s the only one that calls me ‘Laney.’” 

You shook her hand, “You own the winery? I’m completely obsessed with the flavor profiles you use. They’re so unique. I bought a Sauvignon Blanc the last time I was here and I was blown away by how well the mint and honeydew flavors came together.” Her face lit up as you gushed over her products. You turned to Jake, “Did you get a bottle of the Sauvignon? You didn’t get to try it last time, baby.” He didn’t get a chance to answer as you continued talking, “The Syrah was my absolute favorite! The smokiness of the tobacco was so perfectly paired with the sweetness of the berries.”

Jake finally spoke up, talking to Elaine. “She’ll be here for hours talking about flavor profiles. Culinary school turned her into quite the critic.” He joked, bumping into you with his shoulder.

The blush crept onto your cheeks as you bit back your smile. “I’m only a critic when you overcook pasta or burn biscuits from a can.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a challenging stare.

He faked a hurt expression, “Hey now, that’s uncalled for. I make purposeful mistakes to feed your ego, keep you on your toes.” His lip twitched as he tried to fight his smile. “We can’t all be great chefs… So I let you be better than me.”

Henry interrupted with a hearty laugh, “You two remind me of me and my sweetie when we were young!” He nudged his daughter, “Your mother would’ve gotten a kick out of the way they bicker!”

Elaine gave a tight smile, her eyes saddened, “Yeah, Pop. Mom would’ve loved it.” You watched as tears formed in her eyes. She blinked them back quickly, “Umm. It’s been really nice to meet the two of you, but I should get home to the husband and kids. I really hope you come back. I’m glad you enjoy the wine, really.” She turned to Henry, giving him a hug and swift peck on his cheek before mumbling something to him and leaving with a wave.

Watching her walk away, you wondered if you made her uncomfortable with the way you were going on about her wine. But Henry shut that thought down when he opened his mouth. “I’m sorry about that… Laney’s mother, my beautiful Jane. She passed away late last year.” He wore a somber look, “This is our first market season without her and it’s been hard, especially for Laney.”

“Henry, I’m so sorry.” You placed your hand on his shoulder in a form of comfort and tried to lift his spirits. “I bet she was quite the woman.”

His eyes lit up, “Oh she sure was. Prettiest little lady I’d ever set eyes on.” You mirrored his smile as he talked about his late wife. “She could light a room the second she walked into it. Met her when we were about 19 or 20 and I’ll tell you this, love at first sight is real, kiddo.” He patted Jake on the arm. “I pulled up to the A&W in my dad’s pickup and she was there, having a root beer float with her gals. I knew when I saw her, she was the only woman for me. Asked her on a date, right then and there, and a year later, we were married. When y’know what you got, y’gotta hold on tight to it, Jake. You understand me?”

Jake’s cheeks lifted high as he glanced at you before turning his attention back to the old man, “I understand you perfectly, Henry.” His fingers weaved with yours again, giving your hand a squeeze. “I know good and well what I’ve got.”

“How long have you kids been married?” 

Before you could tell him that you weren’t actually married, Jake took the lead, “A few years now. Since about 2018? Does that sound right, my love?” He looked at you, his large eyes full of love and you nodded, completely agreeing with him. Turning back to Henry, he continued, “Just like you, Henry, I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that she was it for me. I couldn’t risk letting her get away.”

Henry’s smile cracked across his face, bright and wide, “You make sure you cherish her. Both of you, cherish one another, hold on tight. You know what you have. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss my sweet Jane, and every day my love still grows for her.”

You stared at Jake as he listened to the other man and really let the words soak in. There was nobody else in this lifetime or the next for you. Only Jake.

After talking for a while longer, you had written your phone number down for Henry and promised that you and Jake would be back soon. You paid for your things and then the two of you were on your way. Jake took the last bag from you, placing it in the trunk with the other two bags and the crate of wine bottles. You waited for him to close the trunk and wrapped your arms around his midsection, looking into his eyes. “Do we have that kind of love, Jake? The kind that just goes on forever, no matter what.”

He grazed his fingers over your cheek and cupped your face, “Eternal, my beautiful girl.” It was all he said before dropping lips to yours, holding you so gently as his mouth moved with your own. You could’ve stayed in this moment with him forever, but you were forced to break away when Jake’s phone started ringing. He took the device from his pocket, reading the caller ID. “It’s Daniel.” He put the phone to ear and you listened as he talked. “Hey man, what’s up?…okay…let me ask her, hang on.” He held the phone a few inches from his head, directing his question at you, “You wanna go to Odessa’s work for karaoke night? Her and Danny invited us.” You gave a small nod and he went back to the conversation with the drummer. “Yeah, we’re in…what time?... sure, yeah. We’ll be there… alright, see you.” He hung the phone up and stuffed it back into his pocket. “You ready to go home, love? You wanna stop anywhere else? Grab a bite?”

You gave him your softest smile, leaning in to peck his lips one more time. “Home please? I’ll whip something up for us.”

“Sounds perfect.” He walked you to your side, opening the door and waiting for you to slide into the seat.

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You stood in the kitchen after emptying all of your bags and rummaged through the cabinets, pulling ingredients for the dinner you planned to make. It was going on 5pm and you didn’t need to be at the bar until 8. “Baby, can you put the flat top on the grill and turn it on for me?” You called out to Jake who sat in the living room, strumming out a tune on his guitar. For a moment, you weren’t sure if he’d heard you but then the sound stopped and a few seconds later, he was coming into the kitchen.

He stood across the island from you, watching you chop up peppers and onions into thin stips. “What are you making?” His eyes scanned the countertop, looking over the food and spices you had scattered.

Scraping the veggies from the cutting board, you tossed them into a small bowl and went to the fridge to retrieve the chicken that had been marinating for a half hour. “Chicken fajita bowls. Is that okay?” You were worried it wasn’t what he’d wanted as you hadn’t asked him. “I can make something else…”

“Y/N, no. Chicken fajitas are great.” He chuckled at your panicked expression. “I’ll go start the grill.” He came around the island, kissing the top of your head, before heading out the back door. Setting the rice cooker to warm, you started on the corn salsa and black beans. You finished preparing everything when he came back in, “Do you need help?” He stared as you gathered the bowls into your arms and tried to pick up the few seasonings you needed. You shook your head at him, stubborn as always, and moved past him, out the door. Jake walked to the drawers beside the fridge, pulling out a spatula and grabbed the bottle of olive oil from the counter then followed after you.

You smiled at him as he put the spatula and oil down beside the grill. “Thank you, baby.” Splashing some of the oil on the hot surface, you dumped the chicken on, spreading it around. The sizzling sound came, followed by the savory aroma of the spices.

Jake moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your tummy and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I need to get you a ‘kiss the cook apron.’ You can wear that and nothing else whenever you cook on the grill.”

“I’m sure the neighbors would love to see that, Jake.” You giggled at him, flipping the chicken around on the flat top. “Me, ass out, flipping hot dogs? What a sight.” You felt his lips press to the spot behind your ear.

The bulge in his jeans was pressing into you, showing what the idea was doing to him. “Hmm. What if we build a higher fence?” He propositioned as you added more oil to grill. “Complete privacy to do whatever we want…” His voice was low, and you could feel it in your belly as you shifted on your feet.

You pushed the chicken to one side and dumped the onions and peppers in the middle. “It’s never stopped us before… All those times in the pool.” You pressed your ass into him as you continued cooking. “Or the nights, in the middle of the yard, when we lay out and watch the stars… They all have a perfect view of us from their upstairs windows, I’m sure.” You could feel his lips on your skin, curling into his devious smirk. He pulled away abruptly and, without another word, walked into the house. You shook your head with a quiet laugh unsure of what he was up to. Once the food was finished, you scooped it all onto the reserved platter and shut the grill off before heading back into the kitchen. Your jaw dropped as you saw Jake, standing by your small dining table with a single candle lit and a bottle of the Sauvignon Blanc that you had raved about sitting beside two glasses. He had the table set with plates and utensils, bowls filled with the rice and beans and salsa you had made along with a small variety of sauces. He’d even taken the time to slice up an avocado. “Jake, baby, what is all this?”

He took the platter from you and placed it in the center of the table before coming back, and leading you over, pulling a chair out for you. “I just wanted to have a nice dinner with you.” He waited for you to sit and pushed the chair in. He picked up the bottle of wine and popped the cork with the opener, pouring a glass and offering it to you. You graciously accepted it, waiting for him to pour his own glass and take a seat across from you. A smile lifted on your mouth as you watched him raise his glass to you, “To us… To an auspicious and prosperous life. To forever.”

You clinked your cup against his, “Eternity.” You sipped your wine, overcome with a feeling of peace that you hadn’t felt in a while. Jake began making your plate, layering scoops onto the dish in a calculated manner. After he finished with yours, he made his own and settled back into his chair. “Thank you for this, Jake. Really, this is… perfect.”

“You did all the real work, my love.” He reached over the table, taking your hand in his and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as he dug into his food. You sat and ate, making light conversation, talking about what kind of excitement the night would hold. After a second glass of wine, your plates were empty and you made a move to stand and clear them from the table but Jake halted you. “No, I got this. Why don’t you start getting ready to go out.” He took your plate from your hands and walked to the sink.

“We still have an hour before we need to leave, I can help clean up, baby.” You gathered the leftovers and began digging for tupperware to put it all away. Hustling through the clean up, you helped Jake load the dishwasher and wiped the counters down while he did the table. Once the kitchen seemed to be in pristine condition, you both made your way to the bedroom to change. Jake pulled his t-shirt off, followed by his jeans, leaving him in his tight boxers. He passed you walking into the closet and you followed, standing in the doorway to admire him. You watched as he pulled a pair of black chino pants from the shelf above him, knowing exactly which ones they were. They were a relaxed fit, but hugged his thighs in a most sinful way with the hem stopping just above his ankles. “Are you gonna wear the hat?” The question came after he pulled his stretched out white t-shirt from its hanger, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Do you want me to wear the hat?” He asked, a slight smirk to his lips. You moved forward, tugging him toward you by the waistband of his boxers.

You brought a hand to his chin, running your thumb over the tiny patch of hair that resulted from him not shaving for a couple of days. “Mhm. Keep this too.” You poked at his patchy mustache, “That’ll be enjoyable for me later.” You winked at him before turning away to pick out your own clothes. He pulled one final garment from a hanger and gave your ass a light tap as he exited the closet. Sifting through your clothing for a few minutes, you finally decided on a pair of black, high waisted, skinny jeans with rips along the thighs and a fiery red, lace corset top. When you stepped out into the bedroom, Jake was already dressed, pulling a black jacket over his shirt. Your jaw practically hit the floor when you took him in. He chuckled at your expression, but he didn’t know that his appearance had you instantly wet. You dropped the clothes to Jake’s dresser and rushed him, crashing your lips into his. You pushed the jacket back down his arms and moved him backwards. His hands grasped at you, unsure of where you were taking him, what you were going to do. “You’re so fucking hot, Jakey.” Your lips went to his exposed collarbone, nipping not-so-gently as you pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed.

He laughed harder, thrown off by your desperation as you dropped to your knees. “Baby…” His laughter was cut off, replaced by a strangled grunt when you palmed him through the pants. “Shit, Y/N… We’re gonna be late.” He swallowed hard, watching you frantically fumble with his button.

You finally popped it and pulled the zipper down before looking up into his eyes, “Baby, please take these off.” You tugged on the pant legs, a pleading look on your face, “Right now, Jacob. Please.” You begged, licking your lips. You just needed to taste him.

He was nodding his head quickly, lifting his hips to slide the pants down along with his boxers. You didn’t waste a second, leaning over his cock and letting a string of spit fall from your mouth, right onto the tip. You could feel him shiver as your finger curled around him. Using your saliva as a lubricant, your hand glided up and down his length, feeling him grow harder by the second. He watched you bite down on your lip as you stayed focused on your hand, twisting and pumping at a decent pace. When he was fully hard, his tip red hot, you left a soft lick, tasting his precum. You listened as he mumbled curses under his breath and finally pulled him into your mouth, wrapping your lips tightly around him. One of his hands came to the back of your neck while the other gripped at the duvet beneath him. You continued stroking, expertly flicking your wrist in a way that drove him mad, and slowly took him deeper into your mouth. “God, baby. That feels- Ohh.” You flattened your palm at the base, swallowing his cock until he was buried in your throat. Holding him there, you rolled your tongue along the underside, your throat pulsing around his head. His eyes squeezed shut as his grip on your neck tightened. “Too fucking good, Y/N.” He was panting as you released him from your lips with a loud pop. His eyes shot up, looking down at you. You held eye contact as you began stroking him again and dropped your mouth, sucking one of his balls between your lips. Letting it fall from your mouth, you lapped at them with your tongue and watched as his eyes rolled back, disappearing into his skull. His knuckles were white from the grip he had on the blanket. When you took his cock back into the satin-soft warmth of your mouth, his hand weaved into your hair, pushing you down on him, “Please, baby. Can I please?” Jake’s voice was a mere whisper, begging you to let him cum. You couldn’t answer with words, so you answered with your actions. Bobbing your head faster, you sucked hard, hollowing your cheeks. You could feel him twitch on your tongue and used that as a signal, moving your hand to massage his balls. Without a warning, Jake forced your head down, nestling himself in the very back of your throat. A gag ripped from your throat has the first string of his cum shot out. Your eyes were blurry as they began to water and you repressed another gag, focusing on the angelic whimpers Jake made as he emptied himself into your mouth. Your fingers were digging into his thighs when he loosened his hold on your head. He allowed you to bob a few more times, letting him come back down from his climax. When his cock softened, you let him fall from your mouth and looked up at him with the sweetest smile. His face held an incredulous expression as he stared down at you, “God really took his time with you, didn’t he?” His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, still glistening with spit.

You only offered a giggle in return as you stood up and went to the dresser to retrieve your clothes. “Clean up and get dressed, we got 20 minutes, baby.” You were already heading for the bathroom before he could respond. After you changed, you stood in front of the mirror putting on a bit of mascara and finishing with a shiny lip gloss. You pulled your hair from the ponytail and shook it out, letting the waves fall. Once you were satisfied with your appearance, you emerged from the bathroom and found Jake in the living room, looking at his watch. He was dressed in his outfit again, the hat snug on his head with his hair pulled back into a low bun. “Are you waiting on me, Jakey?”

His eyes traveled down your body and back up, soaking you in. He grinned, pulling his sunglasses from his neckline and putting them on, “It’s already after 8, my love. Josh keeps asking where we are.” He took your hand and led you out of the house, locking the door behind him.

The drive was quick and the summer sun was just beginning to set. When you got to the bar, you and Jake grabbed drinks and found everyone on the outside deck chatting. You locked eyes with Odessa and she gave a small wave. You hadn’t really talked to her much since the night of the cookout but you missed her. Making your way over, you tapped on her shoulder, “Hey, can we talk for a second?”

She nodded and followed you away from the group, once in a quiet spot, she began muttering out an apology. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I had no idea that she was capable of doing something that vile. I swear, I would have never introduced her, wouldn’t have even been friends with her. I don’t know how to begin to explain how horribly I feel, I-”

“Dess,” You placed your hand on her shoulder, waiting for her to calm down. “You don’t need to apologize. I think we’ve all established how manipulative and demented she is… But you and me, we’re fine. I’ve actually missed you a lot.” You pulled her into a hug and she hugged you back tighter. “So much has been happening, I’m sure Danny told you.”

She released you, “He did… When he told me about the messages you and Jake have been getting? Do you really think it’s Sage?” You gave a shrug and a slight nod. “And she stole Jake’s shirt?! That’s literally insane behavior.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond as a hand pressed flat against your back. You could smell his cologne before you looked at him, instantly letting you know it was Josh. “You girls gonna stand in a corner all night or are we gonna sign up for karaoke?”

Wrapping your arm around his side, you looked at him with a smile. “Only if you promise to do at least one duet with me.”

“Of course, mama. As long as it’s not ‘Summer Lovin’. Never again.” He shook his head and you pinched his ribs, staring at him in mock offense. “OW!”

“We sounded great when we did that song!” You knew it wasn’t true. You couldn’t hold a candle to Josh’s voice but he would never turn you down for a duet. “I wasn’t going to suggest that anyways. I have a better song in mind.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, “Okay, well let’s hear it.” He waited expectantly.

“You’re just gonna have to wait and see.” And with that, you turned on your heels, walking back to where Jake stood. He was mid conversation with Daniel when you approached. He could already sense your presence without looking and lifted his arm, allowing you to tuck yourself under it. You watched as he talked, appreciating how truly handsome he looked tonight. Your mind drifted back to the moments before you left the house, causing your thighs to subtly clench together. He dropped his eyes to you for a moment, reading your mind and gave that devilish smile before turning back to Danny.

Odessa came up then, “Okay, guys, Rory is taking sign ups now. It’s not a very full house tonight, so I bet we can all get a couple go’s in!” She pointed to a tall, muscular man that was standing beside the small stage at a booth, typing on a laptop.

You tugged on Jake’s shirt to get his attention like a lost child, “Baby, will you sing a song with me tonight? Pleeease?” You pleaded, hoping that tonight would finally be the time he got up on the stage and graced you with his soft voice.

He tried to stifle his smile, not wanting to hurt you, but declined, “Not tonight, my love. Next time, okay?” He kissed your temple, turning back to Danny.

The disappointment was evident in your voice as you mumbled. “You say that everytime.” You broke away from him, taking Odesss’s hand and going to sign you and Josh up for the song you chose. Odessa signed herself up for a couple spots, unable to decide on a single song and forcing you into signing up to sing ‘Landslide’ by Fleetwood Mac with her. Josh wandered over, picking a couple songs to sing and trying to get a peek at your duet song. You shooed him away, following him back over to your table. Jake and Danny were huddled closely, whispering to each other. “Care to share your secrets with the class, boys?” You joked as you came up behind them. 

Jake turned around, eyes wide as he looked at you, “No secrets. No we uh- We were just talking about this new melody I’ve been working on… Wanted his help on it.” His eyes flashed to Danny and back to you.

Ignoring his odd behavior, you excused yourself to go get another drink, asking Dess to come with you but Danny stopped her. “I actually need to talk to her about something really quickly, she’ll meet you at the bar, yeah?” You brows knitted as you stared at him, just giving a slow, confused nod before walking away. Why is everyone being so weird tonight?

Stepping up to the bar, you waited for the bartender to have a free second before you signaled for her. She flashed you a kind smile, asking what you’d like. “Just a tequila soda, please.” She pulled a glass from below the bar top and began making your drink, moving quickly. She slapped a napkin on the bar and placed the cup on top of it, sliding it over to you. “Thank you!” You picked the glass up as she moved to the next customer and brought it the straw to your lips. The smell of the liquor hit your nostril, making your stomach flip. Ignoring it, you took a sip but when the tequila hit your tastebuds, you gagged, throwing your hand over your mouth.

The bartender was watching you from where she stood and came back over, “Everything okay, hun? Do you want something else?” You placed the cup back on the counter and apologized, asking for a cup of water. “No need for sorry’s, honey. Here you go.” She slid the water to you and you grabbed it, taking a few gulps.

Odessa came up beside you then with a giant grin on her face and when you turned to look at her, she tried to conceal it, but failed miserably. “What are you smiling about?” You narrowed your eyes at her.

She waved you off, “Uhh nothing… Danny is just being really sweet tonight.” She didn’t elaborate further and before you could pry, she tore eyes away from you pointing to the door and yelling a little too loud, “Oh hey! Look, Sam is here!”

You looked in the direction she was pointing and saw him weaving through people, carrying a large case at his side. You watched as he walked straight to the stage, leaning the case against the wall behind the booth and made a beeline for the bar, right towards you and Odessa. When his eyes landed on you, then went wide for a second and he almost stopped moving, but quickly recovered, giving you his familiar Sammy smile. “What’s in the case, Sammy?” You inquired, sipping your water as he stood on the opposite side of Dess.

“Oh it’s my keyboard. I- Uh, well.” Your face twisted in confusion, listening to him stammer out an explanation.

Odessa piped up, speaking for him, “Danny asked him to bring it, apparently wants to sing a special song for me that they don’t have in the system. I’m not supposed to know so ‘shh’” She held her finger to her lips and Sam visibly relaxed next to her, having been saved from ruining a surprise.

“Oh. Is that why everyone is acting strange? Why didn’t they just tell me, I can keep a secret?!” You crossed your arms over your chest, “Obviously other people can’t if you know already.”

She just laughed and changed the subject, trying to distract you from it. “So what song did you pick for you and Josh to do?”

A voice rang out over the speakers before you could answer and you looked to the stage, watching Rory as he spoke into the microphone. “Good evening, folks! We’ve got a few good songs coming up for karaoke night, I hope you’re all ready!” There was a slew of hoots and hollers, “Okay! Now if you wanna get in on the fun, just come right up here and see me with the sign up sheet, we still have a ton of openings.” He waved his clipboard in the air for a few seconds. “We’re kicking off tonight with our very own Odessa, singing ‘Me and Bobby McGee’ by Janis Joplin! Can we get a round of applause for her?”

You clapped hard, cheering as Odessa walked through the crowd and to the stage. “You wanna head to the table with everyone else before she starts?” You asked Sam and he nodded, picking his drink up and following you. You slid into the chair beside Jake just as the opening acoustic notes came through the speaker. Odessa’s voice echoed through the mic with the first line and you listened in awe as she sang. Halfway through the song, you turned to look at Danny. His face was lit up as he watched her, an expression of pride and adoration gracing his features. Your heart swelled at the sight. They locked eyes and you could feel the love between them in that moment. She closed the song out on a lingering note and finished with a dramatic bow. You whistled loud, clapping for her as she exited the stage.

Rory came back, “Isn’t she great, folks!” He smiled as everyone erupted into more cheers. “Don’t worry, that’s not the last you’ll see of her tonight, but for now, up next we have, “ He paused, looking down at his clipboard and you knew it was your duet. “Josh and Y/N performing ‘Don’t Go Breaking My Heart’ by Elton John and Kiki Dee. Let’s make some noise for them!”

You stood up, looking at Josh as people began clapping. He stood, taking your hand and leading you up to the stage, “We’re gonna kill this, you know that?” He whispered as he handed you a microphone. A grin split over your face and you shook out your nervous hands.As many times as you’d been up this very stage, singing karaoke with Josh, the nerves never went away. You scanned the crowd for your table, locking eyes with Jake and he gave you his warmest smile, instantly calming you. The music started and you waited for Josh to sing first, giving you your cue.

Don’t go breaking my heart…

-I couldn’t if I tried…

Oh honey, if I get restless…

-Baby, you’re not that kind…

His voice sounded flawless as always and any insecurity you felt over your own went out the window, replaced with an overwhelming feeling of joy. Josh took your hand, twirling you around the stage and you tried to stifle your giggles to finish the song out, but it was hard. The last line of the lyrics rolled up the screen and you pointed at Jake as you sang it out, “I won’t go breaking your heart…” You finished, blowing him a kiss and he made a show of catching it, placing it directly over his heart. The energy in the bar was high as you and Josh left the stage, hearing the other patrons cheering for you.

Your body was buzzing as you got back to the table and Jake pulled you to sit on his lap, holding you close. “You did great up there, my love.” He kissed your cheek and you leaned into him, reeling from the excitement of your performance.

A few other people went up to sing. Then it was Odessa again, singing ‘Valerie’ by Amy Winehouse. It turned out to be a crowd favorite and by the end of it, she had everyone singing with her, shouting the lyrics at the top of their lungs. She pulled you back up to sing ‘Landslide’ and then she was done for the night, settling into Danny’s lap and sipping her beer. Josh went up a few more times as well, forcing Sam into doing ‘Love Shack’ by the B-52s with him. His little brother protested the whole way to the stage, but he had fun, whether he wanted to admit it or not. You laughed as you watched them, holding onto Jake’s hand.

Things started slowing down, less people wanting to get up on stage, and Odessa called your name from across the table. “Will you come to the bathroom with me?” She gave you puppy eyes and you smiled.

“Yeah, I have to pee anyway.” You stood from your chair, but Jake’s hand tightened around yours as you went to walk away. When you turned to look at him, he pulled you down into a kiss and something about it felt different. Like he was anxious or panicked and you suddenly realized how sweaty his hand was. You pulled away, looking down at him, “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you nervous?”

He took his hand from your and wiped it over his pants. “No, love. Just weird about PDA, you know that.” He waved you off, not giving you the option to question him anymore, “Go ahead to the bathroom, hurry back.” You watched as he turned back to the table, picking his drink up and gulping it down.

You let it go and followed Odessa to the restroom. After you peed, you joined her in front of the mirror, washing your hands and applying more lip gloss. “Hey, does Jake seem off to you?” You looked down at your hands as you asked it.

“What do you mean, babe? I haven’t noticed anything.” She took her time, staring into the mirror and playing with her hair. Pulling it up and then letting it back down. You watched her do this for a minute or so before telling her you were going to head back out. “No, wait!” She half shouted, causing you to jump. When you stared at her in shock, she mumbled an apology. “I’m almost done, I just don’t want to be in here by myself.” She pouted at you and your face softened.

“Isn’t Danny supposed to be singing you a song? You’re gonna end up missing it if you take any longer.”

Her phone chimed then and she scanned over the message that came through, her eyes lighting up, “You’re right! Let’s go.” She grasped your hand, dragging you out of the bathroom.

When you stepped back into the crowd, Rory was talking onto the microphone. “We have one more performance for you all tonight, I’m told this one is very important, for a special girl in the crowd.” You squeezed Odessa’s hand, excited for her. She continued pulling you towards the table as Rory resumed the introduction, “Please welcome, one more time, Josh! Accompanied by his brother Sam on the keys.”

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face the stage. “I thought Danny-”

“C’mon, I don’t wanna miss it!” Odessa kept moving. You made it back to the table and Danny was sitting there, in the same chair he’d been in all night. But Jake was gone. You asked where he went and Danny told you must have been in the bathroom. You sat down, confused at what was going on.

Before you could make another inquiry, Sammy’s fingers hit the keyboard, a soft melody floating from the amp it was plugged into. You recognized the song immediately. Then came Josh’s haunting voice, blanketing the space as he crooned the lyrics. “When the rain is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case… I could offer you a warm embrace, to make you feel my love.” You watched as couples around the bar, old and young, stood up and began slow dancing with one another. You looked around the area for Jake, wanting nothing than to hold him in your arms and sway with him.

You looked at Danny and Odessa, standing beside the table. He had his arms around her, her back to his chest as they rocked back and forth and you felt a pang through your chest. Odessa caught your eyes and gave you a sympathetic look. You stood up, ready to make your way outside for a breath of air, but something stopped you. Another voice replaced Josh’s and you whipped your head around, searching for him. Jake. His voice carried through the room but you couldn’t find him and then, suddenly, he was there. Standing in front of the stage, gazing at you as he sang. “I know you haven’t made your mind up yet, but I will never do you wrong… I’ve known it from the moment that we met, no doubt in my mind where you belong…” Tears flooded your eyes as you stared at him, completely stunned. Josh carefully harmonized with his twin, being sure to give Jake the spotlight. The people who stood between you and him slowly parted, giving you a clear line of sight to each other. You stayed planted in place, afraid to move out of fear that this was a dream you could wake from at any moment. But that didn’t stop Jake. He took one step closer, then two, three, closing the distance. “I could make you happy, make your dreams come true… Nothing that I wouldn’t do. Go to the ends of the earth for you, to make you feel my love…” He was standing in front of you now, taking your hand in his. You tears were flowing fast, streaming down your cheeks in full force. He just smiled at you, singing the last line, “To make you feel my love.” Your eyes blew wide as he dropped to his knee, realized he was holding your left hand, his thumb brushing over the ring finger. A collection of gasps from the surrounding people filled the air. You kept your eyes on his, unable to speak as Sam let his key notes fade to silence. Everyone stayed quiet and you held your breath as the tears dripped down your face. “Y/N. My love.” He let Daniel take the mic from his hand and replace it with something else. You wished you could see him clearly, but your watering eyes made it hard. “From the very second I set eyes on you, I knew…” He paused, taking a deep breath to compose himself. You could tell he was getting just as choked up as you were. “I knew that I’d never want, never need anyone else. For the rest of my days, it’s you. Forever, baby.” He held the ring up, letting it shine under the dim bar lighting. You didn’t give him a chance to ask the question as you flung your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. He fell backwards as he caught you, landing on his ass. He laughed holding you tightly. Your favorite laugh. “Is that a yes”

You pulled away and saw his eyes shining with tears as well. You nodded fast as he cupped your face, wiping your cheeks. “Eternal, baby.” He flashed you his perfect smile and pulled you into a kiss. The entire room burst into a fit of whoops and claps as everyone cheered and shouted congratulatory sentiments. You finally stood, helping Jake from the floor and allowed him to slide the ring onto your finger. Admiring it for a few moments, your body felt warm. It still felt like a dream, too perfect, like it could be ripped away from you at any minute. You looked back to Jake, “I love you, Jacob Thomas Kiszka. I love you so much.” You reached up, brushing the single tear from his eye and pressed your lips to his again, holding on to this moment. Memorizing every granular detail for safekeeping in your memories.

Once it felt like the world finally started moving again, Sam and Josh and Danny and Dess were there, surrounding you. Josh pulled his twin into a tight hug while Odessa grabbed at your hand, examining the simple, dainty ring with a teardrop diamond. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. Sammy wrapped you in a bear hug, so suffocatingly tight. And then Danny was next as Sam moved to Jake. Josh was the last one to step up to you and he looked like he’d been crying himself. “You know he threw this all together this morning, right?”

“This just doesn’t feel real, Josh.” You leaned into him, laying your head on his shoulder as you watched Jake. His smile was grand, splitting over his cheeks and forcing his eyes to crinkle. Your heart felt so full, like it was going to burst with the amount of love you had for him. It couldn’t have been a more perfect moment, surrounded by the people that you loved most. The only person missing was your brother. You lifted your head, pulling your phone from your back pocket, “I need to call my brother.”

“I’ll let you have a minute, mama.” Josh went back to Jake’s side, clapping him on the shoulder.

You watched them laugh together for a few seconds before unlocking your phone. There was a message notification and you clicked on it, before opening your contact list. Your face twisted into a grimace when you saw her name over the unread message. You almost just deleted it, but a nagging feeling was rising in your chest as your thumb hovered over the thread. Shaking the feeling away, you clicked, curious as to what she had to say. Your jaw clenched as you read over the message again and again, willing it to say something else. Anything else. When you looked up to Jake, his smile dropped, seeing the blood drain from your face. He broke away from Josh, rushing over to you. His voice was muffled as he asked you what was wrong. You couldn’t answer him, stuck in an odd state of shock. He took the phone from your hand as you stared blankly ahead and found the cause of your shift in demeanor. A single text message.

Sage 8:57pm: It’s Sage. i’m pregnant.

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hi!!! i saw u write “seth cohen x reader” on a post and if its no hassle PLEASEEE doo it i cant find any<333

this ask made my year!! so excited to be able to write for seth cohen <33 sorry for the awkward ending, hopefully i’ll get the chance to write more for him!

pest | seth cohen x reader

warnings: none really, just fluff!

     the only word i could currently use to describe seth cohen is unbelievable. well, truly i have a few more choice words, but considering i’m seated at his parents’ kitchen island it doesn’t seem like a good time to linger on them. as hard as i try to keep a smile on my face and participate in the conversation with the cohens, they both can read me better than that.

     kirsten stops mid sentence and reaches across the island to rest her hand on my arm. “i know you’re worried about seth,” she started in a gentle voice. i quickly shook my head. “no, i mean—it’s nothing. it’s fine.” i reply, plastering a smile on my face. sandy shakes his head, making an almost cartoonish ‘tsk’ noise. “i’ve been married long enough to know that ‘fine’ isn’t really fine. you can tell us what’s going on, you know.” 

     “just because he’s our son doesn’t mean we’re blind to when he’s wrong.” kirsten reassured, correctly reading my uncertain face. “if anything, we’re the best equipped to give you advice about when he’s wrong. or maybe ryan.” sandy chimed in after her.

     i sighed, unable to keep my frustration to myself anymore. “it’s just—i understand that seth is passionate about going to RISD and working on atomic county again and everything but it feels like he’s in a relationship with his work instead of me, you know? we barely see each other anymore because he’s so absorbed in it. even now, like how often are we home? and he still can’t pull himself away from his desk. i just wish he wouldn’t let himself miss life because he’s so wrapped up in his work.” i took another deep breath and let my head fall into my hands. 

     “ah, the cohen curse!” sandy exclaimed. i shot a puzzled look at kirsten, expecting one in return, and was surprised to see she had a look of fond understanding instead. “the cohen curse?” i asked after a long moment. kirsten nodded with a wry smile and gestured for sandy to explain. “us cohen men are very dedicated, particularly to the things we are passionate about. in this case, our work. i can't tell you how many late nights i pulled at berkeley—and how many more i would’ve pulled if kirsten didn’t pull me away from my textbooks.”

     i looked to kirsten, who nodded sagely in confirmation. “sometimes you just have to force them to take a break. these cohens are stubborn as mules.” she joked. “oh please, you sound just like your father.” sandy groaned dramatically. they shared a fond look as i sat there debating whether or not i should attempt to pry seth away from atomic county. 

     finally, with a deep breath, i stood up from the island and exited the kitchen. i turned once more in the doorway to share a last conspiratorial grin with the cohens before taking the stairs two at a time in my eagerness to get to seth’s childhood room. i gave a cursory knock on the cracked door before letting myself in.

     “(y/n)!” seth called in greeting as he pushed his rolling chair back from the desk. “what can i do for you, my dear?” he asks with a grin extending his hands out to me. i grin back easily. this was going much better than i thought it would. i stroll forward and perch on his lap. “i was thinking that maybe you could use a break, cohen.” i replied, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

     “ah, no can do.” he immediately clammed up with a grimace. “what?” i burst out. seth nervously pats my sides in what i assume is supposed to be a calming gesture. “i’ve just got so many ideas for the plot, you know, and i don’t wanna forget them or anything so i just gotta get ‘em all on the page before i lose them.” he hurriedly explains. i sigh deeply.

     “well bullet point them in a notebook, we’re home seth! you should be soaking up all the time you have here until we go back to school. ryan’s supposed to be coming over later, you really want to miss out on all of us back here because you’re working?” i asked with a pout. seth examines my face for a moment before tossing his head back with a groan. 

     “you know i can’t say no to that face.” he mutters with a frustrated pout of his own. i allow the corners of my mouth to curl into a small smile. “come on cohen.” i mumble, egging him on with a challenging look and a poke in the ribs. “fine.” seth draws the word out dramatically as i grin. “guess i might as well spend time with my family or whatever.”

     i hum as i get up and recline on his bed. “you’re cute when you’re all sarcastic.”

     “really,” seth counters as he gets up and flops on the bed next to me, resting his chin on my chest, “i’m cute all the time. hey!” he dodges my flick to his forehead by a second. “you’re cute most of the time.” i counter with a raised brow. “i’ll take it.” he concedes easily, burrowing his head into my shoulder. 

     i massage his neck for a minute before struggling into a sitting position. seth groans at the disruption, reaching a hand out to me with a grabbing gesture. “come on, your parents are downstairs. we should go hang out.” i say gently, prodding him in the back. “but we could have so much fun right here.” he complains. i fix him with a stern look. once he meets my eyes, he folds. “alright, alright. paying our dues to the elders it is.” i snort as his commentary, pulling on his arm to get him up. 

     as we walk towards his door, he makes sure to drag his feet. “always one for the dramatics.” i sing. seth gasps exaggeratedly, throwing his hand up to grip his shirt over his heart. “who, me?” he asks in a “shocked” voice. i grin at his theatrics before grabbing his hand to continue dragging him to the door, where i can already see his eyes beginning to stray towards his desk. 

     “don’t even think about it, cohen.” i warn good-naturedly.

     “yeah, yeah.” seth grumbles back lightheartedly. he wraps his arm around my shoulders and i finally feel fully victorious as we head down the stairs.

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