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serpentandlily · 6 months

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Arcane - Azriel x Reader

Azriel x DeathGod!Reader

Summary: Azriel never thought he’d find his mate, was convinced the Mother hadn’t even given him one because he was unworthy. That is, until he stumbles upon his mate while looking for the most unusual ally.

Based on this request.

Warnings: very brief illusion to past SA

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“We’ve exhausted all our options,” Rhys declared, dropping his head into his hands. “I’m afraid another war is on the horizon. Koschei cannot be dealt with alone.”

“I don’t understand. The weaver and the bone carver were able to be killed,” Cassian interjected. “Why is it impossible for us to find a way to kill Koschei?”

“It took the might of the cauldron to defeat them,” Rhys explained.

“Well, then let’s ask Miriam and Drakon if we can use the cauldron,” Cassian replied, giving the obvious answer.

“It would be no use,” Feyre sighed. “I destroyed the book. We’d have no idea how to cast the spell the King of Hybern used that day. And we risk Koschei, himself, getting his hands on the cauldron.”

“There’s got to be another way,” Mor chimed in. “Something, someone, that could be as powerful as the sorcerer himself. He wasn’t the only God that found their way to Prythian.”

“Most of them are locked up in the Prison,” Rhys said. “And the Prison would not allow us to free any of them even if we wanted to.”

“Az, how has your search for Bryaxis been going?” Feyre asked.

“Not good,” Azriel answered honestly. “It’s like that thing disappeared from Prythian entirely.”

The room was silent for a moment until Amren sat up straight. “Wait, there is someone we could go to for help. As a last resort.”

Rhys lifted his head, staring at her with a heavy resolve. “No, absolutely not. It is too dangerous.”

“You said it yourself, we’re out of options!”

“What are you two talking about?” Feyre asked, looking between them.

Rhys let out a long breath. “Bryaxis…had a sibling. If you could even call her that. Someone who also came from wherever he slipped through from.”

“And why haven’t you mentioned this before?” Mor asked with a glare, crossing her arms.

“Because,” Rhys started. “Like I said, it’s too dangerous to get into contact with her. She’s…well, to be honest, no one really knows much about her. She keeps herself in a dark cave somewhere in the middle. Likes the darkness as much as Bryaxis does.”

“If no one knows much about her, then how do you know she’s dangerous?” Feyre asked. “Everyone was scared of Bryaxis until I went down there and was helped by it.”

“I’ve been told stories of her from my father,” Rhys explained. “How in the past, long before any of us were born, she could cause the fall of entire armies. Could level any court into rubble and dust.”

“And if that’s true, then doesn’t it speak to her character that she hasn’t done any of that? Maybe she is good of heart,” Mor suggested.

“We’re out of options, Rhys,” Amren said. “She might be our last hope.”

“Fine,” Rhys sighed. “I guess we better get ready for a trip to the middle.”

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“Alright, maybe this was a bad idea.”

Azriel glanced at Cassian to see him frowning as they stood in front of the dark cave. It was just him, Cass and Rhys who had come here to try and find this creature to ask for help. But it seemed Cassian was already losing his nerve.

“I tried to tell you,” Rhys muttered under his breath. “Azriel, can you scout ahead with your shadows?”

As soon as those words left Rhysand’s mouth, Azriel’s shadows darted ahead, trailing into the cave in a flurry. Azriel’s eyes widened as he was left standing completely bare, exposed. Not a single shadow had stayed with him, which was unusual. He tried to brush it off, tried to hide how uncomfortable he felt without them.

They waited expectantly but his shadows never returned. Azriel’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“I can’t call them back,” he said to his two brothers watching him. “They aren’t listening to me.”

“That’s…unusual,” Rhysand said, stroking his jaw.

Nothing more was said as the darkness in the cave seemed to grow and grow, almost extending out towards them despite the sun overhead.

“Who are you?”

The feminine voice was sensual yet sweet, playful almost. Nothing like he had been expecting. It struck something inside of Azriel, making his chest ache. Rhysand stood up straight, switching from brother to the High Lord in a mere second.

“I am Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court,” Rhys answered, plucking a piece of lint from his coat. “If my sources are right, I believe you are y/n, sister of Bryaxis.”

“That I am,” the voice answered. “Why are you here? No one ever dares come here.”

Those words might’ve seemed like a threat, but her tone was light, curious.

“We’ve come to beg a boon,” Rhysand answered honestly. “There is another Death God who threatens war. We have been unable to stop his efforts.”

“Nobody has ever asked for my help before,” the voice said back in that same curious tone. “And what of Bryaxis. Will they help as well?”

“Bryaxis…Bryaxis was freed by my High Lady. We have been unable to find them.”

A step in the darkness. Another. Light footsteps came closer and closer to the edge of the cave. Azriel’s heart rate picked up, his hand falling to truth-teller. Cassian’s face was white and he looked ready to flee.

“You are afraid.”

It was not a question. Just a statement. But Rhysand answered it like it was.

“Bryaxis is made of nightmares,” he explained. “Something so terrifying to us. Perhaps you do not see it the same way but I imagine you are much the same and that is why we are…nervous.”

A laugh. A light, lilting laugh. Something sparked in Azriel’s chest.

“Me and Bryaxis are not made of the same thing, but opposite. A balance for our world,” the voice said. “Bryaxis is made of nightmares but I am made of dreams.

“Then why do you hide in the shadows?” The question came out of Azriel’s mouth before he even realized he was speaking. He could see his own shadows now, twirling in the darkness as if they were home.

“When we were captured, Bryaxis caused them fear so they were locked below the earth.” Her voice was sadder now, more serious and Azriel found himself hating that. “But I-I caused them…something different than fear. So they kept me locked in their bed chambers for decades, centuries, until I was able to escape. But then I learned those that did not desire me, feared me instead for the same reason. I was either caged or hunted. That is why I hide here.”

A shiver ran down Azriel’s spine. His face hardened at what she was implying. The fae who had captured the two Gods had locked one beneath the library and had used the other for…He felt sick to his stomach.

“If you are to help us,” Rhysand spoke, “I can promise you that we have no intention of keeping you locked up at all.”

“I do not trust the fae. Bind your words to magic and perhaps I will help you in return.”

“What is it that you want from us?”

It was silent for a moment, as if she were pondering.

“A place to stay. A place to live. Somewhere safe from being hunted or kept as a prisoner. A chance to live in this world, outside of this cave. To get to experience all that you do. That is what I wish for.”

Azriel knew that wish. Knew it all too well. For it was one he had for years while being locked in his father’s dungeon. So maybe that is why he found himself stepping closer to the cave, found himself unafraid of the darkness that had captured his own shadows.

Maybe that was why those words slipped out of his mouth before he could think of the repercussions, before he could be held back by one of his brothers.

“I will promise you that, y/n. I will promise you the opportunity to experience life outside of this cage, outside of the darkness.”

He could feel the heavy stares from his brothers on his back but he didn’t turn around, didn’t look anywhere but that darkness, even though he felt so exposed without his shadows.

Another footstep.

And another.

Until a figure began to emerge from the darkness, finally stepping into the light.

Azriel’s breathed hitched, his eyes widening in surprise. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but it hadn’t been this.

Because before him now stood the most beautiful female he had ever seen. The type of beauty only a Goddess could possess. The type of beauty that had his head spinning, had his heart palpitating in his chest.

She smiled and he felt the whole world pause in that moment. It was a sight that would bring any male to his knees. A sight that could start wars.

She held out a small, delicate hand.

“Then I will help you, shadowsinger,” she said.

He mindlessly took her hand in his, shaking it as the sting of magic burned on both of their skin forming a bargain tattoo on the inner wrist. He looked down at it to see what the magic had created out of their promise to each other.

Swirls of shadows with a small lunar moth emerging at the end. A creature that sought light, finally leaving the darkness.

When he met her eyes again, those beautiful expressive eyes, he stumbled back a step. Stumbled as a golden thread unwound itself in his chest and pierced straight through the universe to the female standing before him.

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The battle lasted thirty-seven days. Koschei was defeated, the females he had spelled were freed. Beron had been exposed for helping him and was killed by Eris finally, bringing a new leader to Autumn.

And things were finally at peace.

“What are these again?”

Your index finger poked at the spongy thing on your plate. It smelled sweet, good. And it was warm to the touch. You glanced up to see the shadowsinger watching you, amused.

“Those are pancakes,” Azriel answered with a chuckle.

“Pancakes,” you repeated, slowly, testing the word on your tongue. “I thought cakes were desserts. Not breakfast.”

“They are a bit different from cake. Made in a pan instead of baked in the oven, hence the name,” Azriel explained.

You hummed in response, taking a bite out of one of the pancakes. “Hm, just as sweet as cake.”

“I might’ve added a bit more sugar than normal to them,” Azriel said, rubbing the back of his neck. “To satisfy that raging sweet tooth of yours.”

Your cheeks heated, that ticklish feeling in your stomach came again. A feeling you had never felt before this month and still had yet to make sense of. It made something in your chest ache when you looked at Azriel.

“You made these?”

Azriel nodded. “Someone slept through breakfast with the others.”

Your cheeks turned even redder.

“You should’ve woken me up,” you muttered before stuffing more bits of pancake into your mouth.

“You deserve to rest, y/n.” Azriel was still watching you with that little glint in his eyes. “After everything, you deserve to rest.”

Since coming to Velaris to help with Koschei, Azriel had been the one to show you around, to help you learn the customs of the fae. He had so much patience for you and your endless amounts of questions.

The others had helped you as well, had welcomed you into their home with open arms, but there was just something special about Azriel. You felt some sort of pull towards him. As if the darkness inside of you called to his.

He was beautiful, more than any God or male you’d ever seen before. And beneath his icy exterior, he was sweet and kind. Thoughtful. Witty.

You enjoyed being with the others but you preferred times like this, when it was just the two of you. He was less shy, more at ease, when it was just you. And something about that made you happy.

Seeing him smile, even when it was just the faintest expression, brought you joy like you’ve never felt before.

And Gods, he brought out so many emotions you had not felt in a very long time, some you hadn’t even known you could feel. You had begun to crave his presence. Desire it. You wondered if he felt the same.

“Did you still want to come with me to the city today?”

Azriel’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. That’s right, Azriel had cryptically told you he needed to pick something up from Velaris today. When you had asked him what he was getting, he had refused to answer.

“Yes, I would like to.”

“We’ll leave as soon as you’re ready.”

An hour later, you found yourself in Azriel’s arms, flying down to the city. Your heart was pounding in your chest at how closely he held you, like he was afraid you’d suddenly fall from his arms. You kept your own arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

You still remembered the few hours after the last battle. The showdown with Koschei had left you depleted, covered in wounds, but otherwise okay. Still, Azriel had burst into your tent with panicked eyes and only seemed to be calmed when you had let him tend to you like a mother hen.

You didn’t know what to make of his behavior. But you did know that being in his arms made you feel safe.

“Can we get more of those honey mooncakes on the way back?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from the ticklish feeling in your stomach again.

Azriel laughed, his chest rumbling against your body as he tightened his grip on you. “That sweet tooth of yours really is insatiable.”

“I didn’t get to finish mine from last time,” you said in defense for yourself. “Cassian got to them before me!”

“Well, next time tell Cassian to go get his own,” Azriel said. His breath ghosted against the tip of your ear, causing a trail of goosebumps on your skin. “I buy them for you, not him.”

Once again, you found yourself with red cheeks and a swelling heart. Ever since he had discovered your sweet tooth, Azriel had a habit of leaving sweet treats out for you. At first, he found it hilarious that a Death Goddess craved pastries of all things. But now he found it just downright adorable.

When the two of you returned to the House of Wind, you found Feyre and Mor waiting for you. You barely got out a small goodbye to Azriel before they were pulling you away, telling you it was time to start getting ready for the night.

Tonight was Starfall. Something you hadn’t seen in centuries. The girls helped you get ready as day turned to dusk and finally night.

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” Mor giggled, leading all of you out of the room and up to the main balcony. You could already hear the crowd and the music.

You felt nervous as you reached the top, your eyes instantly darting around to find that one person you were always looking for these days.

Azriel stood with Rhysand and Cassian, dressed in all black, finely tailored pants and a matching coat. He looked handsome, yet still beautifully lethal. The darkness and light bounced off the elegant planes of his face, causing his hazel eyes to glow golden.

When he caught sight of you, those eyes widened and you felt them roam your entire body. You’d always hated being looked at in such a way, but not with Azriel. Never with him.

In fact, you found yourself getting heated under his stare.

Rhysand and Cassian moved to their respective mates, leaving you to greet Azriel alone. He took your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“You are stunning,” he whispered. “Absolutely stunning. Happy Starfall.”

You blushed. “Thank you.”

Azriel gave you a rare smile that had your heart pounding. You peered at the crowd, watching the faeries enjoying their evening. Azriel stood with you, his fingers brushing against yours in a comforting gesture. He knew you weren’t the biggest fan of crowds, not when your presence was met with so many stares of both fear and desire.

“What are they doing?” You looked at the crowd of faeries that seemed to all be paired off, moving to the music from the band.

Azriel’s lips twitched, like they always did when you asked him a question like this. “They’re dancing.”

“Dancing,” you repeated. The word sounded familiar, like something you had known in a past life. You had spent so many years in that cave, you had turned into a mere shadow of who you used to be.

“Would you like to dance?”

Azriel had turned to look down at you, running a hand through his hair. His shadows curled around his wings.

“I don’t think I know how,” you whispered.

He held out his hand to you. “That’s alright. You can follow me lead.”

You bit your lip but decided to take his hand. He had promised you a chance of experiencing the world as it should be. He hadn’t led you astray yet.

He pulled you to the dance floor and you mimicked the other pairs, keeping one hand in his and placing the other on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your waist, yanking you closer to him.

The music started up again and Azriel began to lead you through the dance. It was easier than you thought it would be or perhaps he was just a good lead. Still, it wasn’t long before you were smiling and being twirled around in his arms.

You danced like that for a while, basking in the feeling. The soft music, the laughter, the gentle faelights above you. You had never felt so alive. And it was all thanks to the male who held you in his arms.

A slower song came on, some pairs leaving the dance floor. You looked around in question until you realized the pairs who had remained held a more intimate position. You copied them, placing your arms around Azriel’s neck.

Both of his arms wrapped around you now, resting on your lower back.

“Is this okay?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

You nodded, letting him drag you even closer until your bodies were pressed together. The dress you were wearing was thin and you could feel all of him through it. His hard chest, his sculpted muscles.

Azriel swallowed audibly, swaying you gently to the music. You laid your head on his chest, letting him rest his chin on top of your head. Every inch of you that touched him was on fire.

You closed your eyes for a moment, just letting yourself feel this, embrace it. You’d never felt like this before. So warm and light. It felt like it was just you and him that existed.

That is until you opened your eyes. You suddenly felt overwhelmed as you noticed lingering stares. A lot of them. You felt uncomfortable under the weight of them.

“What’s wrong?”

Azriel had some sort of sixth sense when it came to you. He always seemed to know what you were feeling before you said anything.

“Everyone’s looking at me,” you muttered under your breath, staring up at him.

He raised his head, looking around with narrowed eyes. That caused most of them to look away, not wanting to risk the shadowsinger’s wrath.

“Come on,” Azriel whispered. “I know somewhere we can go that’s more private.”

He enveloped you in his shadows until you were stepping out of the darkness and into a rounded alcove somewhere else on the balcony. Vines dangled down from the roof, trailing down the pillars holding it up.

You stepped forward, placing your hands against the stone railing. You could see the crowd below, the one you had just been in. Still hear the music and still see the night sky. You turned to face Azriel.

“Thank you,” you said. “I-I just hate it when they stare. Like I’m some weird creature.”

Azriel stalked forward until he was right in front of you, so close you had to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes.

“They don’t stare at you because they think you’re weird,” Azriel replied. “They stare at you because you are beautiful.”

His hand rose and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart skipped a beat. Your mouth parted to say something but a roar of cheers cut you off. You whirled around to see thousands and thousands of stars beginning to soar through the sky.

Your mouth dropped open. It was more beautiful than you remembered. The stars kept falling and falling, like cascading fireworks. So bright and breathtaking. You couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped your mouth, standing on your tippy toes to lean over the balcony as if you’d be able to reach the stars.

An arm circled your waist and Azriel’s front was pressed against your back as he held onto you.

“Careful,” he whispered in your ear, scared you were going to tip right over the edge and fall down the steep mountain.

“So beautiful,” you murmured, staring up at the stars. “Oh, it’s so much better than I remembered it from all those years ago.”

“It never stops amazing me,” Azriel said. “No matter how many times I watch it.”

You both watched in silence for a little longer, letting the music and laughter and cheers fill the space. Eventually, you turned in his arms, now pressed against the railing.

“Thank you,” you said again, “for bringing me here.”

“Anything for you,” Azriel whispered, raising a hand to rest on your cheek. His eyes were filled with a reverence that stole your breath away.

A brush of magic zipped by in the air and you gasped, raising up your wrist. The tattoo was gone. The bargain had been fulfilled. You had defeated Koschei and Azriel had given you the opportunity to live a life more than you had dreamed. That chance at life was in your hands now.

“The tattoo is gone,” you said, grasping his arm and pulling back his sleeve.

Your eyes widened to see his tattoo still there. The lunar moth emerging from the swirls of shadow.

“Wha—”

“I got it tattooed,” Azriel cut in. “Permanently.”

You glanced up at him in question. “Why?”

“Because I always want a reminder of what I promised you,” he said, his thumb stroking your cheek. “What I still promise you, y/n. A life worth living. I want to continue showing you the world, to be there when you experience new things.”

You were speechless. Completely, utterly speechless.

No one had ever shown such devotion to you, such care and love. Your heart swelled up, your chest ached.

“Azriel,” you stuttered out. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied. “I was trapped in the darkness once too. I know what that’s like and I never want you to fall back into it. I don’t need anything from you, just the chance to be there with you while you learn, while you feel.”

Something was building inside of you, building and building until it was ready to break out. You rubbed at your chest, at the unusual feeling.

“I feel this…I feel this thing inside,” You said, gesturing to your chest. “Do you know what this is? Do you know why I feel this way?”

Azriel grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, in the exact same spot yours ached.

“It is the mating bond,” Azriel answered, softly. “I feel it too. Right here. I have since the day I met you.”

His shadows swirled around like they had been waiting for this. You felt your own darkness rise in response until the two had joined together, watching together from the dark crevices.

“A mating bond,” you repeated.

Something snapped the moment you said it out loud. As if a question you had been asking your whole life had finally been answered. A gold thread was woven between the two of you, a beacon of light in the darkness. A place for that moth to call home.

You gasped looking back up at Azriel. Now that you recognized the bond, it grew more taut. You stumbled closer to him, fisting his coat in your hands.

“A mate,” you whispered. “You're my mate. I..I didn’t even know Gods could have mates.”

“Say it again.” Azriel’s voice was as dark as the shadows. A shiver ran down your spine.

“Huh?”

“Say it. Say that I’m your mate again.”

“You’re my mate,” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. “My mate.”

A quiet whine came from the back of Azriel’s throat that sent heat between your legs. Your eyes widened. A muscle in his jaw clenched. The air around you was charged and you felt like you had been set on fire.

“And you are mine,” Azriel growled. “My mate.”

His possessive tone only made that heat grow. Your lips parted, a small breath leaving your lungs. His eyes glanced down to your lips, hungrily. You gave him the smallest dip of the head, the permission he was waiting for.

Azriel surged forward and crashed his lips against yours. You stumbled, your backside hitting the stone railing behind you. You met his vigor with your own.

His lips were soft and warm. And his kiss felt like heaven and hell all mixed in one.

He groaned as you deepened the kiss, tilting your head back to give him more access. You yanked him closer, wanting to feel him everywhere. You never craved someone as much as you craved him.

His tongue swiped your bottom lip and you opened for him, letting him claim your mouth. His scent was intoxicating, he tasted like pure sin. You could drown yourself in him.

Your hands trailed up from his chest to circle around his neck. His own hands were holding you by the waist, pulling your hips into his. They traveled down your thighs until he was lifting you up, seating you on the stone railing, never pulled away from your kiss.

You parted your legs, letting Azriel step even closer as he finally pulled away, trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. You whimpered at the feeling of his canines grazing the sensitive skin.

His nose traced the column of your throat before he rested his forehead against yours. You were both panting, both completely lost within each other.

“Wait,” Azriel breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut for a second. “I got you something. I don’t want to forget to give it to you.”

Because he would. He would forget his own name as long as the sweet scent of your arousal filled the air. Would forget the whole world existed if you kept staring at him like you were.

He pulled a small black box from his pocket, handing it over to you.

You opened it, gasping at the beautiful ring displayed inside. It was made of gold with a mesmerizing amethyst gem in the shape of a teardrop, accentuated by crescent moons on both sides and tiny stars.

“Azriel,” you breathed out. “This is beautiful.”

A small smile ghosted his lips.

“May I?”

You held out your hand and he pulled the ring out of the box before sliding it onto your ring finger. It was the perfect fit. You admired it, twisting it under the faelights to see the gem glow.

“It’s perfect,” you sighed.

“I had it made just for you,” Azriel said. “It’s what I had to pick up in the city today.”

“I-I really don’t know what to say, Azriel.”

Azriel rested his forehead against yours. “Just say it again. Tell me you feel this too. I’ve been searching for you for over five hundred years now and I just need to hear you say it. Again and again. Until I can wrap my head around it. Until I realize I’m not dreaming.”

You smiled, lifting up to press a small kiss against his lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words, at the realization of why exactly the bargain had been fulfilled. You had asked for someplace to be safe, for a home, a chance to live. Azriel was giving you all of that and more.

“You are my mate. And I am yours,” you murmured against his lips. You pulled back to look him in the eyes. “All I’ve ever wanted was to find somewhere to call home. Being with you, being in your arms—that feels like home to me, Azriel. The one I’ve been looking for my whole life.”

Azriel’s eyes searched yours, as if he was trying to find the lie in your words. But there was none. Of course there was none. You were falling in love with him.

“Does this mean you want it?”

“It means I want you. I want all of you, everything.”

Azriel smiled and the sight nearly blew you away. You giggled as he held you close to him, buried his face in the crook of your neck. He kissed your throat once, twice.

“Then I think we’re due for a long vacation,” he murmured against your skin.

You knew what he was referring to. The frenzy that would come with this. Just that thought alone caused a tantalizing ache between your thighs.

“I think so too,” you whispered back as Azriel pressed kisses up your neck and jaw.

He held your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your skin as he stared into your eyes. His gaze was filled with so much promise, so much love. And then he kissed you again and everything felt right in the world. You were home.

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mellowswriting · 4 months

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Hiiii! First of all let me tell you that i love all your Javier Peña fics omg you keep us the Javi girlies fed!!!!

And second! I saw that your requests were open and i had to come here! would you ever consider writing something about Javi being possesive bc some guy’s flirting with reader but she doesn’t realize until much late and he gets jealous and overall breeding kink bc he wants to make her all his and put a baby in her so everyone knows who she belongs to!

his girl

pairing || Javier Peña x fem!Reader

word count || 3.6k

summary || There's a possessiveness that strikes a man once he finally has everything he's ever wanted. Javier soothes that animal feeling by marking you - his ring on your finger, his initial hanging at your throat, his marks sucked into your skin. But lately, it just isn't enough. Luckily, he has the perfect plan. He's putting a baby in your belly.

content || SMUT, jealousy, possessiveness, explicit breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex/manhandling, aftercare, praise, massages, husband!Javi being an absolute menace, unbeta'd and unedited (written largely while having covid, so bear with me babes)

a/n || has this sat in my inbox for a humiliating amount of time? yes. did I have a blast finally writing it? absolutely. I am forever and ever in love with husband!Javi

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Javier loves watching you. He has from the very beginning, long before he could even call you his. From the very moment you started occupying the desk across from him, he has loathed taking his eyes off of you. He took note of the little things. The way you threw your head back and laughed at Murphy’s awful jokes. The furrow of your brow as you read over a file. The smile you flashed him when your eyes locked from across the room. You consumed him right from the start. Those glimpses grew more personal as he gravitated toward you, unable to resist the pull of that warm smile and the spitfire burning in your blood. The grumpy expression you wear in those first weary moments after waking. The dramatic glance you give him when you overhear a couple arguing in the grocery store. The feeling of your weight sinking into him as you fall asleep in the bed you share.

No matter how much time passes, he still finds himself enamored by the very sight of you. A glass of whiskey sweats on the table in front of him, relatively untouched. He’s too busy eying you from across the bar to bother with it. You look so beautiful in the low light, chatting and smiling with your girls as you wait for the bartender. He can’t even guess the number of times he’s seen you in this bar, wearing that pretty little dress, but it doesn’t matter. You catch his eye every time.

There’s only one problem. He isn’t the only one looking.

Possessiveness comes naturally to a man who finally has everything he wants. It flares in his chest, hot and untamed, as a man settles against the bar beside you. The man says something to catch your attention and leans closer with a flirtatious smile - and Javier has to bite back the urge to rip his throat out. The man must be oblivious to the ring on your finger and the ‘J’ hanging from the thin gold chain around your neck. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. Javier grits his teeth and tries to be patient.

He lasts less than five minutes.

Your eyes light up when you spot him shouldering his way through the crowd. The urge to kiss that dazzling smile off your lips is irresistible. His name just barely leaves you before his hands find the familiar curve of your waist and tug you close. He kisses you, softly at first. His hand cradles your jaw and you melt into him, your fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist. Your breathing stutters in your chest. Javier swears he gets high off the ease with which you sway for him.

The parting of your lips is an invitation he takes without hesitation. You tug him closer by the front of his shirt as he deepens the kiss. The way you cling to him sends a thrill of arousal through him. He can’t help but tighten his grip at your waist, pinning you back against the bartop just slightly. Javier eagerly drinks in the little moan he pulls from you. Fuck, he knows he has to stop before he bends you right over this damn bartop. He gives you one last kiss, short and sweet, before he reluctantly pulls away. You look up at him with those bright eyes and a tipsy little smile.

He gives your waist a little squeeze. “So, who’s your new friend?”

“Huh…? Oh!” You brush off the haziness with a little shake of your head. “This is… um, James! He’s Maria’s brother.”

“Nice to meet you.” Javier curls a covetous arm around your waist and holds you close. He offers his other hand to James and when the man shakes it, he makes sure to squeeze. Hard. He tries not to look too proud of himself. A song comes across the bar’s speakers, something familiar with a good beat. “Well, I hate to cut this short but my wife looks like she needs a dance.”

James is smart enough to take the hint and get the hell out of there.

You let out a knowing laugh as Javier tugs you into the crowd. “What was that about?”

“I need an excuse to dance with my girl?” He asks, the picture of innocence.

It doesn’t take long for you to forget the whole thing once he gets his hands on you. Javier can feel the shift in your energy. Every gentle, lingering touch only makes you melt into him more. You lean back into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder. He can smell your shampoo and perfume, and the feeling of your hips swaying against him makes his cock twitch.

Your dress twists in his greedy grip as he shamelessly gropes your ass and your drunken giggle is music to his ears. He has to force himself not to be too rough. The soft, lacey fabric falls delicately at your waist, all flowy and beautiful. He loves this dress on you - and so does every other man in this bar. Javier spots James watching the two of you from across the room and that familiar need to stake his claim flares.

His hand drifts up from your waist to your chest and his fingers trace the little gold ‘J’ that hangs there before going higher. His fingers wrap around your throat and you don’t even open your eyes. Your trust is so painfully clear and it makes his cock even harder. He tilts your head to the side, plants a hot kiss against your pulse point, and you melt even more for him. James averts his gaze, his cheeks bright red.

Pride and possessiveness vie for control, an unwinnable fight between his love of showing you off and the unbearable need for everyone to know exactly who you belong to. The ring on your finger, his initial at your neck - it just isn’t enough.

The idea takes root before his rational mind can stop it. Instinct and pure possessiveness blend into one rabid, desperate need: he needs to knock you up. The mere image is enough to have him grinding his cock against your ass without shame. Your belly swelling with the baby he planted there. The flowy fabric of this dress stretching over your stomach until it doesn’t fit. Huddling up with you in those tiny dressing rooms as you try on new clothes. His baby on your hip and another growing in your belly. The undeniable proof of who exactly you belong to - his wife, the mother of his children. His, his his.

“Every man in this bar has been eying you up all night,” Javier grumbles.

“Ah, that’s what this is about…” You say indulgently. “Feeling jealous?”

“They think they have a chance if I’m not glued to your side. That pretty ring on your finger is just a challenge to them.” The annoyance rings clear in his voice. You turn around in his arms, a teasing smile on your pretty face. He knows just how much you love it when he gets like this. His arms tighten around you. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll make sure they know you belong to me.”

“Oh?” You raise your eyebrows. “And how are you doing that?”

Javier tightens his arms around you until your chest is flush with his. The smirk fades from your face, quickly replaced with something softer, more curious. He leans closer until his lips brush your ear, his voice low and dripping with sin. “I’m gonna take you home and put a baby in your belly.”

He watches the realization wash over you - the way your breath catches and your eyes go all wide. The buttons of his shirt twist in your hand where you cling to him. Your eyes flick back and forth as you study his face, obviously trying to gauge his seriousness. There isn’t a hint of humor or halfheartedness to be found.

“Fuck… I- really? Are you serious?” You whisper. Anticipation curls tight in his belly. Javier grabs your jaw, his touch gentle as he keeps your attention solely on him.

“Not letting you out of that bed ‘til I knock you up.” He murmurs as his thumb traces the line of your bottom lip. You draw in a shuddering breath, your pupils blown out as you look up at him with an expression he knows all too well. All tender, lush with softness and submission. “Everyone will know exactly who you fuckin’ belong to with my baby growing in your belly.”

Your eyes flutter shut, a vain attempt to steady yourself. “Javi…”

“Yeah?” He whispers. “What do you think?”

“I think…” You lock eyes with his. “I think you need to take me home. Now.”

A thrill surges through him. He couldn’t get you out of there faster, even if he tried.

The front door barely closes before you kick off your heels and take off toward the bedroom. Adrenaline rushes through you at the sound of Javier hot on your tail. Your laughter echoes through the hall as he chases you down. The bedroom is just in your sight when you feel his arms wrap around your waist and he yanks you up off of your feet - just to prove that he can. Picture frames rattle against the wall where he pushes you up against it. He shoves his thigh between your legs and the pressure against your aching cunt sends pleasure arcing up your spine. The kiss he gives you is hot and frenzied, searing pure desire into your skin.

You don’t hesitate to grab a handful of his hair, which has finally grown out enough to show off those pretty curls you adore. Javier moans and that deep, rich rumble sends you into overdrive. You grind against his thigh, the thin cotton of your underwear all that separates you from the friction you truly crave. A sharp nip of his teeth against your lower lip makes you gasp but he soothes you with a skillful swipe of his tongue.

He breaks the kiss, only to gift his attention to the long line of your throat. The blunt edge of his teeth digs into the place where your neck and shoulder meet. You know there will be a mess of marks all over your skin at this rate, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when you know that you will bear an indisputable mark of his claim soon enough. Heat courses through you at the thought. Javier finally relents and leans back to take in his handiwork, seeming satisfied with the latest hickey on your throat. Your hand absentmindedly strokes the mark he just left and his eyes track the movement, a smirk growing on his handsome face.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He murmurs. “I’m only getting started.”

The grip he has on your waist is bruising as he walks you back toward the bed. You let yourself get lost in the way he manhandles you onto the bed, your thighs spread to welcome his body between them. The image of him standing over you is breathtaking - the fire burning in his eyes, the kiss-bitten quality to his lips, the flush that has overtaken his neck and chest. You don’t get long to admire him before he falls to his knees and pushes the skirt of your dress up to your waist. He yanks you closer to the edge of the mattress and a startled sound comes from you - but it melts away into a moan as he tongues your cunt over your soaked panties.

“Fuck,” You sigh, your hand snaking down to bury in his hair. Instinct drives your hips to buck up into that sinful mouth and Javier rewards you with an eager groan. The telltale pop of seams meets your ears a mere millisecond before your husband tears through the lace underwear you wore just for him. You gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair. “What the fuck are you - oh, fuck.”

“Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock, amor.” He murmurs.

The wet heat of his mouth against your bare cunt steals the fight right out from under you. He doesn’t falter as your thighs wrap around his head - in fact, it only encourages him. He eats you out like a man starved, like your dripping cunt is the only sustenance he could ever need. If you weren’t so strung out on pleasure, you would be embarrassed by the sounds he pulls from your body - wet, desperate, filthy sounds. His tongue circles over your clit in steady strokes that have you shivering with white-hot pleasure.

You can’t resist the temptation to look at him. Those dark eyes gleam at you from between your thighs, feverish with lust. Two thick fingers slip inside you and hook upwards, finding that sweet spot with practiced ease. A violent shudder rocks through your body as he drives you closer and closer to that edge. He needs it almost as much as you do - you know just from the glint in his eyes. Pure hunger, pure devotion. He moans in encouragement as you grind into his touch, easily rocking in sync with your movements. You can practically read the words running through his head.

C’mon, sweet thing. Let go. Come for me.

That ever-tightening coil in your belly finally snaps. Every nerve ending lights up with the pleasure that surges through you, leaving you a trembling, whining mess beneath him. Little sparks flicker through your core with every lingering caress of his fingers and lick of his tongue. It isn’t until you push his head away that he finally relents. You sink into the shivery haze of it all, the weightless, floating feeling he always brings out in you. Bliss surrounds you in every gentle stroke of his fingers and sweet praise that leaves his lips.

Javier’s hands deftly unzip the back of your dress and slip it from your body, your bra quickly following it onto the floor. You shiver at the chill of the air against your sweat-slick skin, but he’s quick to remedy that. You swear your husband burns hotter than a damn furnace, but you welcome the heat of his bare skin against yours. He showers you with attention as you come down. Messy kisses leave wet marks along your chest and throat. His warm hands wander and squeeze at your thighs and waist - any soft, supple flesh he can get his greedy hands on.

His fingers nudge your jaw up and he captures your lips in a lazy kiss, all tongue and sweetness. It’s too easy to get lost in the heat of it - the easy caress of his tongue, the grip of his fingers holding you right where he wants you, the rough brush of his stubble. He steals the breath from your lungs and breathes life back into you in the same second. Intoxicating - that’s the only way you can describe the attention he gives you. Need still thrums through you, even with the sensitivity still pulsing through your body.

Javier groans as you pull his body flush against yours, the heavy weight of his cock resting between your thighs. He pulls back and takes in the sight of his cock gliding along your slick cunt. He’s transfixed as he slowly thrusts against you, those big hands palming your ass eagerly. The head of his cock nudges your clit and you whine, your body jerking with the overstimulation.

“Shh, I got you, baby,” He murmurs, his voice low and rough with lust. Anticipation sings in your veins, only to be dashed as he keeps rocking his hips at a devastatingly slow pace. Your voice breaks around his name, every ounce of need bled into your tone, but Javier just smirks down at you. He squeezes the soft flesh of your thighs. “Use your words, baby.”

“Fuck, please” Heat rushes to your cheeks and floods your core at his teasing words. Javier shakes his head and tuts at you, unmoving in his ploy to get exactly what he wants. Your teeth tug at the soft pillow of your bottom lip before soothing the mark with a careful swipe of your tongue. His gaze follows the movement, his own lips parting as he takes you in. You take advantage of the distraction with ease. Those deep eyes flit back to your own as your fingers brush his cheek. The touch draws him closer, his nose nearly brushing yours.

“Put a baby in me. Let me make you a daddy.”

An animalistic sound leaves Javier’s chest, something rough and feral and promising. Javier sinks into the slick heat of your cunt in one easy thrust, not stopping until his cock presses snugly against your cervix. It damn near drives you crazy - the stretch, the stimulation, the pleasure-pain of almost too much. Your hips jerk, your body instinctively pulling away from the overstimulation.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” Javier grits out as his hands take a firm grip on your waist, holding you in place as he presses even deeper. The whine that leaves you feels pathetic but you can’t help it. Not when he’s so fucking deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. “No running, mama. You’re gettin’ what you begged for.”

The words that hang at the tip of your tongue disappear as he pulls back a few inches only to fill you all over again. Your nails find purchase in the taut muscle of his shoulders as he sets a devastatingly languid pace. He retreats just enough for you to feel the loss before he sinks as deep as your body can take him. Every thrust forces a broken sound from your lips, sounds that only encourage him to take you apart piece by piece.

Pleasure scorches your belly, reignited into an uncontrollable blaze under your husband’s tender hands. It hurts so good - you can’t help but cling to him and roll your hips in time with his. You meet him touch for touch. He pushes, you pull. He gives, you take - and take and take and take. It only fuels his need to take you apart that much more. His hands slip to the small of your back and curve your ass up at that perfect angle to make you see stars.

“Too much, too much - fuck, Javi!” You babble through the onslaught.

“It’s not enough, baby,” Javier whispers. The wet heat of his mouth against your ear makes you shiver. “Can never get enough of you.”

The hard edge of his pelvis grinds against your sensitive clit and your body jolts under the rush of pleasure. Your body fights it, fights him, but your squirming is something he handles all too well. He pins you into the sheets with his weight, his thrusts devolving into sharp grinds that make you cry out beneath him. He can feel it in every pulse of your cunt.

“That’s it,” The low growl in his voice makes you tremble. “Come for me, little mama.”

Your eyes roll and your vision whites out as a second orgasm crashes over your body. It feels like something breaks - something gushing and hot and wet. You can hear the soft sounds of praise somewhere underneath the blood rushing in your ears. It isn’t until your double vision finally comes back together that you feel it - every hot pulse of his cock inside of you, intensified by the way your cunt milks him for every last drop.

You welcome the full weight of his body sinking into you. Javier buries his face in your neck with a soft grunt. Goosebumps follow every sloppy kiss he presses there, praise murmured between every pass of his lips. You don’t know just how long you lay there soaking it in but soon enough, the ache in your hips interrupts the bliss.

“Javi,” You nudge his hip with your knee but he doesn’t budge. “Javi,”

“Mm,” He grunts as he cranes his head back to take a look at you.

“M’ sore, baby. Gotta get up.” You murmur.

Javier drags himself off of you with a groan and before you can do more than flex your legs, he maneuvers you up onto the bed. You can’t help but chuckle as he gets you settled against the mountain of fluffy pillows and immediately crowds against you once more. You cradle his face in your hands and draw him closer, your nose brushing his. His lips part in a quiet sigh as his gaze flits over your face. A tender, aching devotion lays bare on his own. You can see it all - the pride, the wonder, the love. You card your fingers through his hair, pushing the dark, overgrown curls away from his pretty face. Javier kisses you soft and slow, a low hum of happiness rumbling through him.

Something warm and happy settles in your chest as he eases you onto your stomach and sets to work rubbing your shoulders and back. His thumbs dig into every knot he comes across, working you into a melted mess of happiness. He’s so good at taking care of you, your lovely husband. So thorough, so attentive. For the millionth time, you’re struck by how lucky you are. You couldn’t imagine a better man to raise a family with.

“You’re going to be such an amazing dad, sweetheart.” You murmur drowsily. His hands pause where they were working at a particularly stubborn knot in your lower back. A deep breath shudders through him and suddenly, he’s straddling your thighs. His cock twitches against your ass and you wiggle against him despite your exhaustion. You can’t help but tease him. “Already, Javi? I don’t know…”

“Shh, just one more…” He murmurs, his voice dark and lusty as he manhandles you onto your stomach. He squeezes your thighs and moans low in his chest. “Let me do all the work, honey. Just one more and it’ll take, I know it…”

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inlovewithgreta · 3 months

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Hey!! If you’re taking requests, I’d love to request an Addison Montgomery x reader fic, where Addison gets home after a long day and reader lets Addison ‘use her’ for stress relief

Heyy anon!! I absolutely am taking requests so thank you so so much for stopping by to request this! I am so sorry for the long wait, I’m always busy at work plus haven’t had the motivation to write. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written! Have a nice day!! 🩷

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Use Me — Addison Montgomery x Fem!Reader

Summary: Read request above!

Warnings: degradation, praise, mommy kink, spanking, spreader bar

Word Count: 1.6k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat @aemilia19 @wandsmxmff @maybe-a-humanbean

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"What's your safe word?" You were asked by the older woman straddling your hips.

"Pineapple," you shakily responded, slightly squirming your body in anticipation.

"Good. Remember that. Now bend over mommy's lap." She patted her tanned and toned thighs.

You bowed your head in submission before hurling yourself over the redheads lap with your ass lifted ever so slightly.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You're my little plaything tonight. My little stress reliever. You're going to be my own personal fucktoy until I feel better." Her cold hand found the cheek of your ass, and it took everything in you to deny the shiver that attempted to take over your body.

A hiss escaped your throat when the spanking first started, the sharp sting hitting you every few seconds that was followed by a small soothing rub to ease a bit of the tension.

Addison let out a loud sigh, allowing herself to let all of her stress out on you. Not that you cared, you would do anything for her. Anything for the woman who stole your heart.

You took spank after spank, allowing your body to be in complete submission to the older woman. You knew how much she needed this today. How stressed she was all day at work with little to no time to let herself relax.

That was, until the two of you got home and you told her to take her stress out on you. After all, you would rather it be on you and your body over her sharp words cutting into the brand new interns.

"You can be rougher with me, mommy." You whispered out to her with a small wiggle of your ass that had the redhead squeeze it tighter.

Even though you had a safe word, Addison still made sure to not get too carried away. After all, this wasn't just for her.. she still wanted to make sure it felt good for you. And it definitely did.

"Is that so?" She raised a brow that you couldn't see. "Is my sweet girl ready for me to let it all out on this pretty little body?"

"Yes, mommy. Please.." you tried to urge the woman on, "Use me. Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours.. all yours."

Fingers wrapped in your hair, pulling you up from her lap so you could face her. She admired the way your cheeks were already covered in a blush and she had barely even started with you.

"Then be my good little girl and lay down on the bed. Mommy knows exactly what she's going to do with you." She scrunched her nose with a sadistic smile and gave you a wink before letting you go, watching admirably as you scrambled onto the bed without hesitation.

Your head fell against the plush pillow while your eyes followed the fiery locks of your lover as she made her way to the walk-in closet. The dimly lit room was where the redhead left her special toys.

Toys she loved to use on you. Only you.

And the specific toy she brought out tonight was new. She figured now would be the best time to try it out and test your limits.

Your eyes widened when you realized what she had brought out with her. A spreader bar. A bar that would not only help hold your legs open, but to also keep them from closing. Something you often did when the woman made you come.

"That's right, mommy's got a brand new toy." She ran a hand down the long metal rod in a seductive manner before stopping at the edge of the bed.

You gasped when she pulled you towards the end of the bed by your ankle. She slid one into position, locking it into place on the bar before doing the same to the other.

"Safe word?" She asked once again.

"Pineapple," you answered.

She smiled deviously before pulling on the bar to spread your legs just a notch farther apart. "That's my good girl.. always my good girl." She cooed as she slid the bar again, spreading your legs as far as she knew you could go.

The redhead licked her lips slowly as her eyes scanned the glistening mess between your legs before bringing her lips to place wet kisses in a firm line up your leg.

"So perfect.." she mumbled between kisses, wasting no more time before swirling her tongue around your aching clit.

"Yesss," you whispered out.

Your body was tense as she started, your body unfamiliar with the restricted amount of movement you could make. You were pinned. Spread out. Completely exposed to your lover who lavished your cunt with meticulous strokes.

"Mmm, Addison." Green eyes glanced up at you, completely hooded and glazed over, and you had to force yourself not to buck your hips at the look.

Your fingers found her fiery locks, twisting and curling into her tight waves to keep her close to you. Her speed only increased with your movements, using her lips and tongue to play with your bundle of nerves.

"Close. So close." The redhead chuckled, sending vibrations to your clit that had your free hand clutching desperately at the soft sheets beneath you.

Addison's nails dug into your thighs, leaving crescent shaped indents into your flesh for her to enjoy looking at later.

Your head fell back, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm ripped through your body. Addison loved hearing every little sound you made, knowing she was the only one who could make those sinful noises come from you.

Once your legs shook and spasmed around her, she knew you were at your most sensitive, and took it upon herself to truly test just how much you could truly take.

"Such a good little toy you're being for mommy, letting me devour this sweet little pussy to make me feel better." She licked her bottom lip that glistened from your wetness.

"But it's not enough, I don't think mommy has had her fill yet," she smirked.

A surprised gasp escaped your throat when her hands returned to the bar and forcefully flipped you over and onto your stomach. Your body wasn't flat for long, as a moment later, your ass lifted high into the air when she bent your knees for you.

Your cheek was warm against the sheet, completely contrasting the colder air your lifted ass felt. But, chills ran through your body when a finger made contact with your upper back, tracing your spine down your body that forced your back to arch at the subtle touch.

"My gorgeous girl," the older woman cooed.

Her hand reached your ass once more, admiring the slightly crimson tint that was left from her previous spanking endeavors.

"Addison!" you whined out when a sharp slap hit the sensitive cheek of your ass.

It wasn't long before each cheek grew a shade darker as she spanked you roughly, each sharp slap burying your face deeper into the mattress and your body to jolt forward.

She was relentless with her movements, eagerly shoving two fingers into your tight cunt and forcing a hearty moan to reverberate off the walls around you.

"Oh, god!"

"You like that, babygirl?"

"Yes, mommy!" Your pussy fluttered around her slender digits that were thrusting dominantly inside of you.

She pressed her thumb against your button, rubbing your sensitive bud that had you screaming out the fiery redhead's name over and over again.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"Don't worry, little one, mommy didn't plan on it. I need this just as much as you do," she said.

Addison brought her lips to your ass, biting the tender skin that sent a jolt of electricity throughout your body as her teeth pinched into your skin. Your pleas for her to do it again wouldn't dare be denied by your lover as she found a fresh spot on your cheek to leave another mark that was sure to bruise later.

The curve of her fingers and her relentless pounding had you spewing the most obscene phrases as you came around her fingers. Your body quivered, Addison holding you firmly by your hip to keep you from falling over.

"That's it, babygirl. You did so good for me." She cooed as her fingers slowed, your pussy tightening around her fingers making it harder for her to continue moving. "Took my fingers like the good girl I know you are."

You whined when you suddenly felt empty, while Addison sucked her fingers clean and admired the way your ass was covered in the most prettiest shade of crimson she had ever seen.

Your legs nearly buckled when the redhead released you from the spreader bar, the soreness from the longevity of your endeavors becoming prominent as you fell against the mattress.

"Aww, you poor thing." The metal bar clanked as Addison dropped it to the floor to focus solely on you. "Would my sweet girl like a bath?" she asked, pushing your hair away from your face to examine your flushed state.

"Mhm," you mumbled quietly with tired hooded eyes and a blissed out state of mind.

Addison smiled softly in response, her demeanor completely changing from stressed to loving at your tired state. Did she really fuck you that hard? She had never imagined you would take what she gave like a champ.

Of course she worried she would take it too far to cause your safe word to be used, but the adoration on your face as she took care of you in the bath afterwards gave her the comfort she was looking for.

And to her surprise, you would let her do it again, whenever she needed a bit of stress relief and you wanted a good fucking. It was truly a win-win for both of you.

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rapunzelbro · 2 months

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Velvette x reader, with another disigner! Reader, you have a rival like relationship with her and reader gets on her nerves but one day they meet a show and things happen from there that make Velvette want to seek out reader for comfort pls.

Fashion designer! reader comforting Velvette

I so gotcha! Sorry this took so long. Wanted to make it perfect. Enjoy!

Masterlist Taglist Velvette

You and Velvette have always been rivals, ever since you made your appearance as a fashion designer

There was something about your designs that contrasted Velvette’s entirely. Instead of the bold colors her outfits have that match the aesthetic of hell, you’re is on the more softer side of colors. Pastels, hot pinks, yellows all that

And believe me, you weren’t sure at first it would do well considering how hellish hell is, but holy shit it did amazing.

It pissed Velvette off that people have no taste these days, scrolling through your social media platform, disgust being evident

You tried to get along with her but girl was NOT having it and would refuse to get along because you were her competition

Like maybe you saw her at your first show with other fashion designers and she snapped at you for thinking you’re the shit, when you genuinely didn’t.

You couldn’t give one less fuck about her behavior, and it fueled you to work harder, to become better

And it soared you even closer to besting her, and you were getting even more on her nerves

It would be a while until you two see each other face to face, it was at another fashion show with very select fashion agencies invited.

You and Velvette were both well aware of the other agency invited, they were mean, brutal and determined to surpass you and Velvette.

You two begrudgingly decided to keep close eyes together on them, which meant you two having to put up with each other.

The threats being made to both of you two tonight were going to an extremely dangerous length

You had security high on your models for the show, and Velvette did as well, but no one knew what was going to happen to Velvette

You were making sure your models were getting their makeup up to your standards, when you would hear Velvette screaming at one of her models

“Are you fucking serious! Which one of those fuckers did that? No one drink the water someone drugged it! Those absolute pricks!”

Velvette was pissed, grabbing one of the security guards screaming at them for not doing their job

You don’t think you’ve ever seen her lose control like now. She was frantically making calls and you just kept quiet trying to calm your models, as you check to make sure their water bottles haven’t been tampered with

One of her models were down, she was on last but she couldn’t find anyone in time to fill that position

She locked herself in her dressing room . The first agency went on while she was freaking out internally, while you had to watch your models but you were concerned for her.

Your phone buzzed, and when you checked it you didn’t expect Velvette to message you. Considering how she only texted you regarding the threat of the new company arising

“Get your ass in here”

“Please”

You never heard her say please so you instantly yelled at your security to not fuck anything up and quickly made your way there, knocking as she opened the door, her usually perfect hair slightly frizzed, her eyes slightly puffed from crying, most likely out of frustration

“Those assholes sabotaged me, drugging one of my models! Mine! Who do they think they are!”

She would walk away from the door in a panic as you walk in after her

“I.. I don’t know what to do Y/N, I usually don’t have this problem but of course this had to happen”

You’ve never seen her so vulnerable to you, or anyone, it genuinely shocked you

“Velvette, you can use one of my models if you need to”

“I don’t want your sloppy seconds! I need someone new!”

“Then have me go on”

The way she turned her head so quick it must’ve given her whiplash

“You being fucking serious?”

“You need a new model, I’m new. That bitch won’t back down and if they see you like this? Shit they’ll think you’re weak. What’s more intimidating hm? Seeing you having a breakdown, or seeing their two competitors working together for once, consider this being a collaboration between us. They’ll cry of embarrassment”

You walked up to her with a smirk. She returned the smirk almost instantly

“You’re not so useless now are you? Then so be it, tonight we collaborate”

After your models walked it was Velvette’s turn. All of her original models came out, all the designs had last minute changes, pastels and lighter colors suddenly being adjusted to fit with the dark style as well that lingered in the design.

You came out last with Velvette, wearing one of her designs and she wore yours. You both had shit eating grins on your face as Velvette made the official announcement of your collaboration

And when you saw your competitors face? You two had to physically stop yourselves from laughing your ass off

Dude was so panicked at that information they instantly left.

Oh how it was to be the most powerful of the fashion industry

You and Velvettte might not of been close

But oh how revenge can bring two stubborn people together.

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avoxrising · 5 months

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The Feral One • Ch 14

Finnick x Y/N

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A fluffy/angsty chapter for you all :)

Content Warnings - Panic Attack

“Good morning Fiesty!” Johanna barks as she enters your room. You had just finished the bland breakfast the doctors gave you. “I brought someone for you!”

Finnick shuffles in after Johanna, still avoiding getting close to you.

“Finn!” you exclaim. He looks at you with sad eyes that make you want to cry.

“I’m not going to hurt anyone,” you sniffle. “Please believe me.”

Finnick just stands there, not responding. Johanna on the other hand, walks right up to you and slaps you in the face.

“Ow!” you shout at her. “That hurt!”

“See!” Johanna states proudly. “She’s harmless. She didn’t even fight back.”

“I can scream and she won’t do anything about it!” Johanna states before screaming. You cover your ears, but don’t panic. The doctors enter your room to see what all the noise is and you tell them it’s fine. Johanna just screamed at you to show that you wouldn’t attack anyone.

Johanna’s demonstrations ease Finnick’s nerves a little. Maybe they did fix you.

He slowly approaches your bed and you hold out your hand to him.

“Why would they fix you?” he asked. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

You shrug. “Honestly I don’t know but I don’t really care. All that matters is I’m fixed and we can cuddle without me trying to kill you!” you grin.

“Gross,” Johanna mutters. “I’m out of here. Keep it PG you two.” You laugh as she leaves.

Finnick sighs and crawls into bed with you. Despite still being cuffed to the bed, you’re able to snuggle up into his side quite comfortably.

“I missed you,” you sigh, stifling a yawn. You only woke up an hour ago but your lack of exercise has made you lethargic.

“I missed you too,” he hums, stroking circles onto your arm. You don’t even mind that he’s pressed up against you in his District 13 jumpsuit, while you wear nothing but your underwear and a hospital gown.

“I can’t wait to be free,” you tell him. “No matter where I go I always seem to be locked up in a cage.”

“When the war is over we will both be free,” he replies. “Snow will be dead and we can do whatever we want.”

“What do you want to do?” you ask him.

“I want to go back to four and live in a house on the north end of the district,” he states. “I want to have a big garden that overlooks the ocean, and a big couch I can nap on.”

“Do I get to come with?” you ask, wondering where you fit in to his plans.

“Of course,” he grins. “I still need a roommate. Who else would tell me to pick my dirty clothes up off the floor?”

“Ah,” you sigh. “So I’m the roommate?”

“For now,” he states but he knows exactly what you are hinting at. “Can we just focus on getting out of here for right now and worry about whether or not you are the roommate later?” he asks.

“Of course,” you respond, looking up at him. “I don’t care what I am as long as I get to be with you.”

He smiles as his lips approach yours, leaning in closer until your door opens and a doctor walks in.

“Mr. Odair,” she states, seemingly unenthused about the scene in front of her. “You are not supposed to be in here unsupervised.”

“Right,” he grumbles, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“Miss Y/L/N has some visitors from command,” the doctor states.

“I’ll come back later,” he states, brushing your fingers with his as he leaves your room.

The moment he leaves, Haymitch and Boggs enter your room.

“Wow Haymitch you look sober,” you tell the victor.

“And you’re speaking!” he chuckles. “Guess we both changed.”

“Miss Y/L/N we need to ask you a favor,” Boggs states.

“Sure, what is it?” you ask.

“Peeta has been having a hard time since we rescued him,” Haymitch explains. “We were wondering if you would go in and speak with him, as a friend.”

“I can do that,” you nod. Haymitch sighs in relief.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Boggs states. “There are a few rules regarding your visit. One, absolutely no mentions of Katniss or anyone close to her. If he starts talking about her, just nod your head and don’t aggravate him. Two, don’t talk to him about what they did in the capital. It might set him off. He’s restrained in his room but we are letting you in unrestrained. If at any point you feel unsafe you can leave.”

The doctors bring you a jumpsuit and you get ready for your visit to Peeta. It feels great to no longer be stuck in your room, even if this is just a quick break.

“Remember, you can leave at any point,” Haymitch reminds you. You nod and step into Peeta’s room.

“Hey Peeta,” you grin. “I missed you.”

“Y/N!” he smiles. “I was so worried about you!”

“How are you feeling?” you ask him.

“Not great,” he sighs. “I can’t tell what’s real anymore.”

“Yeah,” you sigh in return.

“Has it happened yet?” he asks you.

“Has what happened?” you ask him, a bit confused.

“Has the timer gone off?” he asks, confusing you even more.

“I’m not quite sure what timer you are referring to,” you tell him, slowly taking a few steps back. Your brain didn’t like this.

“Your timer,” he states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “The one the capital gave you.”

At his mention of the capital, you freeze. You couldn’t do this. Your hands start to sweat and your face turns pale as you do your best to back away from him.

Boggs must notice your sudden change of mood as he enters the room and tells Peeta to excuse you two while you went to do your treatment. You hadn’t been receiving any treatment, he just wanted to get you out of there.

“Y/N, what was he talking about?” Haymitch asks.

“I don’t know,” you respond. “I think I need to go lay down for a bit.”

The doctors run every test on you imaginable with the technology they have available to them in 13 but they found nothing. Maybe Peeta was wrong. Maybe he made it up.

After monitoring you for another week, President Coin finally sets your release date for three days from now. They would release you immediately but they weren’t expecting you would ever be released so they need to figure out your living situation and what monitoring you will need first. You asked to live with Finnick but they said no.

“Finn,” you whine, sitting in his compartment. The doctors let you out of your hospital room supervised as long as you returned for meals and to sleep.

“Why won’t they let me move in?” you ask. “You don’t even have a roommate.”

“Because we aren’t married,” he replies. “In District 13 you have to be married if you want to live with someone of a different gender. I already asked if they could make an exception for us because we’ve been living together for years now but they won’t allow it. I think they’re gonna put you with Johanna when she’s released.”

“Well then let’s get married!” you state, catching him off guard. He laughs at this suggestion, causing you to frown.

“Oh,” he states, noticing your reaction. “That was a serious suggestion?”

“Yes,” you respond.

“We aren’t even dating!” he replies. “And you want to just skip to getting married?”

“Uh yeah,” you respond. “I don’t think they’ll let us live together if we’re just dating so marriage it is!”

Finnick groans and puts his head in his hands.

“Y/N marriage is a serious thing,” he states. “People get married because they’re in love, not to become roommates.”

“So you aren’t in love with me?” you frown. Boys are so confusing.

“No that’s not what I’m saying,” Finnick responds. “I’m saying that getting married just so District 13 lets us live together is not a good reason to be getting married.”

“So you are in love with me?” you grin.

“Shut up,” he replies.

“Make me”

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ciaoteamo · 8 months

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Lost Girl

pairings: Captain James Hook x f!reader

summary: Following Pan with your siblings has either got to be the best or worst idea you've had yet.

(A/N): this is how long every story with a part 2 would be if i didn't break them up😅 a request from my DM's, enjoy :) also i didn't spell check so bare with me pls

warnings: 18+ content

further warning: dirty talk, breast kink, pet names, creampie

It was one of the more warm nights in London. And there was the perfect cool breeze make your curtain dance gracefully.

You'd decided to open your window for a while and enjoy the sound of nature. You definitely needed the peace after playing with the younger kids all day.

You were the oldest of the bunch and only had your own room because your father practically kicked you out of the nursery. You were upset initially, but it wasn't as if you'd left your home.

Your eyes were growing heavy, and the noise arounnd you was lulling you into your dreamland. That was however until you hear...

THUMP...

CRASH!

You quickly sat up from your bed and rush out of your room and up to your siblings room.

You swing the door open with fret and your jaw drops with what you saw.

"what in the world is going on in here?" You look frantically left and right, trying to take in the scene.

Toy's were absolutely everywhere. Your father, on the ground, seemingly looking stressed and angry. Your mother, dressed beautifully for their evening out, and Nana balled in the corner of the room.

Everyone (excluding father) rushed over to Nana, showering the poor dog in hugs and kisses.

"poor Nana?!" Your father asks in disbelief. "this is the last straw, OUT! OUT I SAY" He came over and grabbed Nana by her collar, dragging her out of the room without another word.

Your mother shook her head in disappointment and looked over at you.

"(Y/N), could you help me tuck in the little ones?" She starts to tuck Wendy in. You assist her, tucking in your brothers and adding extra blankets in case they got cold.

Your mother talks to you all for a bit and goes to close the window, Wendy speaks up before she could lock it.

"oh, don't lock it, mother! He might come back!"

"him?!" Your mother raises an eyebrow and you chuckle.

"peter pan! see, i found something that belongs to him.."

"oh? and what's that?"

"his shadow"

"shadow?"

"mm, Nana had it. but i... i took it away" Wendy yawns out.

"oh? yes, of course... goodnight dear" Your mother retreats out of the door, you say goodnight aloud as well but when you go to leave, she places a hand on your arm.

"(Y/N) dear, could you please keep an eye on the children for me? With Nana being outside, i'll feel uneasy without you in here" She places a hand on your cheek.

"as long as you bring back my favorite sweets" You smile. She chuckles and kisses your cheek.

"i promise, dear. see you tomorrow" She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and rushes down the hall to your impatient father. You close the door and slip into Michael's bed since he was the smallest.

You close your eyes and tuck yourself in well, drifting off into slumber.

You wake when you hear music from the nursery music box playing.

"tink! shh!" You hear someone whisper before the music stops. Your heart starts thumping. You stay still not knowing what to do. Why did you mother leave the window unlocked? This could be a burglar.

You flinch at the sound of a thud a decide to finally sit up. A boy in green was fighting someone... or something?"

The fight however stopped and the boy was turned around and tending to something on his shoe. How in the world could you possibly sneak the children out?

Maybe you could strike him over the head with a -

"Peter Pan!" You hear Wendy say. You and the boy snap your heads toward her. That's when he finally noticed and realized you were in the room.

The boy look terrified of Wendy as she scrambled towards him. This was your first time ever seeing this Peter Pan that your siblings always wanted you to read about.

Does this mean Santa is real?

Peter was speechless, hurriedly rubbing what look like soap on his foot.

"you cant stick it on with soap, peter!" Wendy took the soap and turned on the lamp. "it needs sewing, thats the proper way to do it"

You close your eyes and take a moment to blink, just to grasp the situation at hand for a moment.

Wendy was still talking Peters ear off, and sewing his literal shadow to his shoe.

"girls talk too much" He cut into her story.

"yes, girls talk too m-... oh." Her smile fades at the realization. You gently toss the covers off of you and walk towards the two.

"excuse me boy, why are you in our house? and Wendy, this is a stranger, you know better!"

"oh but (Y/N), this is Peter. from our stories!" Wendy halts her sewing and shoves a book into your arms. You open it and see the poor handwriting and green boy on practically every page.

"this can't be..." You say to yourself in shock.

"no, this still doesn’t explain why you're here?" You frown your eyebrows.

"for my shadow of course! the dog jumped at me while i was in the window and grabbed it"

"well, what were you doing at the window?" You and Wendy ask in sync.

"i was listening to your stories?"

"but all of our stories are about you" Wendy replied. Which was true. You were 3 years older than Wendy, making you an adult now. But you never did stop reading and creating new stories for your siblings.

You never thought those stories were true though, you just heard of the story of Peter Pan and made your own bedtime stories from there.

"of course! thats why i like em, i tell em to the lost boys" He nodded and began to play some sort of small instrument.

"the lost boys?... oh! i remember, they’re your men!" Wendy says and makes the last stitch.

"uh-huh" Peter jumps up and looks at his shadow on the wall.

"i'm so glad you came back tonight. i might never have seen you"

"why?" He asks, still making goofy gestures.

"because i have to grow up tomorrow"

"grow up!?" He whips around.

"tonights my last night in the nursery" Wendy says with a sad look.

"oh Wendy, maybe father doesn't mean it. I didn't leave until i was 14" You add.

"no, i'm sure of it. father never breaks his promises, good or bad."

"you're right... well it won't be so bad, me and you sharing a room" You try to make her feel better.

"i guess you’re right..."

"so that means... no more stories?" Peter asks.

"mhm" Wendy hummed, on the verge of tears.

"no! i wont have it" Peter exclaims. "come on" He grabs her hand and starts to pull her toward the door.

"wait a second! she isn't going anywhere with a strange boy!" You tug Wendy toward you.

"He's not strange, he's Peter Pan! And that would be wonderful but... what would mother say?" She contemplated.

"mother? what mother?" Peter crossed his legs.

"a mother is someone to cares for you and loves you and tells you stories and nurture-"

"great! you can be our mother" He grabs her again but she stops on the window seat.

"well i'd have to pack and get changed and leave a note.. and i can't stay for too long and then i'll have to... oh but it's Neverland" Wendy smiles and turns.

"oh, i'm so happy, i think i'll give you a kiss"

"what's a..a kiss?" Peter asks.

"i'll show you" Wendy starts to walk toward him and you grab her.

"oh no you don't" Shimmering dust rapidly flew around and you start swatting.

"Tink, stop!" Peter says, using his hat as a net to catch the fast speck.

"John, John! wake up, he's here!" Michael says excitedly and crawls out of bed.

"huh...?" John gets up and puts on his glasses and gasps loudly. "jiminy!"

"what in the world was that?" Wendy asks, holding her hear and looking around.

"i think it was a bug of some sort" You answer, not too sure of it yourself.

"Tinker Bell. Don't know what got into her" He says, peeking into his hat and examining whatever it was inside.

"hello Peter Pan, i'm Michael!"

"and my name is John, how do you do?"

"hello" Peter greets.

"oh! look a firefly" Michael opens the hat

"a pixie!" Wendy corrects him.

"amazing!" John adds.

"i haven't gotten you're name yet!" Peter leans in your direction. You were standing closer to see this Tinker Bell.

"(Y/N)" You simply say.

The fairy shakes her head and makes bell noises, raising question in Michael. "what's she doing?" He asks.

"talking"

"what did she say?" Wendy asks.

"she says you're a big ugly girl" He chuckles and she laughs along before realizing. "oh... well i think she's lovely" Wendy compliments to the angry creature.

"well come on Wendy, let's go!" Peter walks toward the window and Michael grabs Wendy's hand.

"where are we going? He asks.

"to Never Land! Peter's taking us"

"Us?!" You and Peter ask in unison.

"Wendy, we’re not going anywhere with this boy!"

"but how could i go without you all?"

"when i said "we" i meant we" You point to all of your siblings.

"(Y/N), please!" Michael begs, tugging onto your night gown.

"i'm sorry, Michael, no" You sigh.

"just think about it a little, (Y/N), it could be fun!" John urges.

"or dangerous! i can't risk it"

"(Y/N), it's my last night in the nursery... you remember what that was like! please come with us, it'll only be for a short while, right Peter?"

"sure thing!"

As if you needed any reassurance from Peter. If anything he almost ruined her resolve. But she was right. You remember having to leave behind your siblings and grow up, it was no fun.

You at least would like them to have a fond childhood memory.

And that's exactly why you’re flying hundreds if not thousands of feet up in the air. The view of the morning was beautiful, the sky was pink and the water was still.

"oh Peter it's just as i dreamed it's be... oh look, John there's Mermaid Lagoon!" Wendy exclaimed.

"by Jove! and the Indian encampment !"

"oh look! there Captain Hook and the pirates!" Michael pointed our cheerfully.

A canon fires and Peter tosses Michael behind to save him.

"look out!" He ducks. "Tink, you take them to the hideout and i'll draw off Hooks fire!" Tink pouts and starts to fly ahead.

You all quickly rush to follow her but she was going too fast. "Tinker Bell, you're going to fast for us!" Wendy called out. The fairy sped up. "Tinker bell!"

Another canon fires, causes a nearby bird with missing feathers to crash into you, knocking you off of your course. You were dizzy from all of the spinning that the incident caused.

You were starting to feel sick. "W..Wendy? John?" You quietly called out, the world was still spinning around you. You could only make out the Island.

You do your best to safely fly down, but you have a rocky landing, sending you tumbling and hitting your head on a tree. You groan and everything goes black.

~~~~~~~

"oh? and how might a half-whit such as yourself go about Finding Pan? hm?" You hear a man rhetorically ask.

"w-well cap'm i'd say we go-"

"I COMMAND YOU TO GO AND GET THE PRINCESS, SMEE!" The man cut the other off and you heard whoever it was scatter.

You wince at the yelling, head still throbbing from earlier, and crack your eyes open a bit to examine your surroundings.

"where am i..." You ask, more to yourself.

"you, darling, are on the Jolly Roger"

"Jolly... Roger? that's a silly name" You go to reach for your head only to discover your bound wrists.

"silly? i won’t let a girl out in her nightgown talk down on my ship"

"oh, your ship? is that why you were yelling at that poor man?" You raise an eyebrow.

"you dare stick your nose in the business of Captain James Hook, girl? why i oughta make you walk the plank, hm?" He takes his hook and lifts your head with it, the cold metal made your skin tingle.

With him being so close, you could finally see him in his entirety. He was tall, had long and curly black hair, sported a mustache and a (somewhat) clean shave.

He looked great in his coat, it hugged him perfectly around the waist. You swallow thickly, imagining sinful things.

You were so distracted that you hadn't noticed that he didn't move away yet. You look up at his eyes and slightly move your head.

"that um... that’s too bad then" You clear your throat.

"hm?~ what’s too bad?" He asks, tone completely different from before.

"making me walk the plank.." You quietly remind.

"yes.. oh! yes! you're a lucky lass, you. i'm sure Pan will be here in no time, looking for you" He makes a pleased expression and tugs on his mustache.

"and if he doesn’t?" You challenge.

"then i guess i'll have you all to myself" He grins at you, showing off his gold tooth and sending a buzz down your spine.

"well, be back in a bit, and i suggest you don't disturb me crew with any shouting" He slams the door behind him, making your head tingle again.

You look around what looked to be his office. He had maps with markings and shiny collectables littered everywhere. Books and papers piled on the desk, it looked like he was making another map.

You sigh and close your eyes, hoping that Peter would eventually find you. You knew this was a bad idea.

~~~~~~~

"SMEEEEEE!" You hear the pirate scream out. You didn’t know when you'd fallen asleep, but you did.

"keep calm cap'm, i'm comin!" Smee calls out.

You hear screaming, and the sound of a ticking clock. Your curiosity was getting the best of you, making you want to go outside.

"okay, (Y/N), think of a big house... lovely animals... Nana" You close your eyes and feel yourself floating. You get closer to the desk and reach for the small knife on the edge.

Just as you had it in your grasp, the door swung open, making you fall onto the floor and cut yourself.

"ouch!" You groan, though no one heard you. Smee rushed in behind the hysterical Captain and placed a towel on his head and a bucket under his feet.

"oh Smee... he almost got me" You heard the mans lip quivering. You tried to sit yourself back up while the men were distracted.

"i know i know cap'm, you rest and we can go back out for Pan tomorrow" Smee cooed.

"b-b-but"

"be right back cap'm!" Smee left.

"blast that Peter Pan.." He grumbled. You kept quiet and he suddenly sat up, looking around. "the girl, where is she?" He looked around the room before finally spotting you near the desk.

"why you-" He winced at the sound of banging on the door. You both flinch and the constant loud noise and he gets up angrily.

He swings the door open and is hit on the head with a hammer by an unaware Smee.

He staggered back, losing his footing and landed back in his chair.

Smee came in with a smile and a tea pot. "oh, cap'm! it's good t see you smiling again" Poor man must’ve been knocked silly.

"you know, there's trouble brewin on the island. women trouble" Smee starts. "I wouldn’t want this to go any further, but supposedly Pan banished Tinker Bell.."

Well, this was new to you.

He began pouring the water into the buckets beneath his feet, you scrunch your face up, knowing how hot it must be. "um, Smee, was it?" You clear your throat.

"yes dear?" He asks, still pouring.

"i think that water's a bit too hot..."

"oh of course not, the cap'm hasn't said a peep abou-"

"wooooah!" The captain jumps up. He immediately grabs Smee by the collar. "well you doddering imbecile, i... did you say Pan has banished Tinker Bell?" He quesriones.

"aye aye, cap'm. that he has" Sme stumbles out.

"but why?"

"well on a count of Wendy, cap'm. Tink tried to do her in, she did. Tink's terrible jealous" Your jaw dropped at the news. Tink tried to kill your sister?

"well well" James taps his chin in thought.

"thats why we ought to leave, cap'm. this ain't no place for a respectable pirate." Smee dusts his shirt and puts his nose in the air.

"that's is, Smee! that's it!" James smacks Smee on the back, sending the poor man to the ground.

"i'm glad you agree cap'm" Smee adjusts his glasses.

"quick! me coat." The captain casts his blanket aside. "me best dress coat!"

"aye aye sir, the sooner we gets going, the better!" Smee rushed to grab the coat.

"ah yes, a jealous female can be tricked into doing anything. my case of hooks!"

"aye aye sir!" Smee grabs a small purple box near you and hold it out to the captain. "here you are, sir. your Sunday set, sir"

"If we impress the pixie, convince her we're eager to help her, the wench may chart our course, to a certain hiding place.."

"our best hiding place is the Spanish main sir, i'll set our course- oh!" Smee is snatched up by Hook.

"and where do you think you are going?" Hook asks with a cheeky grin.

"to tell the boys we sails with the tide, sir"

"you will go ashore, pick up Tinker Bell, and bring her to me." Hook drops Smee square on the head. "UNDERSTAND?" He shouts.

Smee blabbers out an "aye aye, sir" and quickly rows away.

"ah, looks like things are looking rather good for me lately"

"excuse me?" You speak up. He breaks his longing gaze at the ceiling and raises an eyebrow at you. "if you don't mind me asking, why exactly are you looking for Peter?"

Maybe it's because you haven't heard any new stories in years, but you didn't know why he would be out to kill Peter.

"it's not my fondest memory with that cursed Peter Pan... he cut off me left hand and fed it to a crocodile!" He touched his golden hook. "it still follows me, trying to take the rest o me to this day"

You ball your lips, fighting back your chuckle. "you must take good then, no?" You question, now crossing your legs.

"oh you think it's funny, aye?" He smirks. You expected him to blow up at you, so your smile faltered at his response. You only swallow, unsure of what to say.

"say, i'm in a good mood, i'll turn you loose for the time being" He walks up and reaches behind you, untying your wrists.

He hums and grabs your wrist. "how'd this happen, my gem?" He asks, holding your cut hand with his hook and carefully pulling back the long sleeves of your dress with his hand.

"and no that i think of it how did you manage to get from there, to here?" He asks, walking behind his desk and grabbing a gauze.

"i um... flew?" You ask more than answer.

"you must’ve hit your head pretty hard" He asks, gently wrapping your hand.

"it's the weird truth" You shrug, thankful to be able to move your arms again.

"do you drink?" He opens a chest and pulls out a glass bottle with dark liquid inside. He pinches two glasses between his fingers and carried the bottle over in his arm.

He set everything down and turned your chair to the desk.

"i've only tasted a few wines" You answer. "and thank you"

He pours you a shot amount and gets himself a full glass.

"for what?" He asks. You lift your hand and he waves you off. "that was common decency"

You pick up your glass and catch a whiff of the drink, immediately scrunching up your nose. You take a small sip and you're greeted with a burning sensation.

"this is very... unpleasant, to say the least" You frown.

"yeah, it definitely isn't for a lass like yourself, i'll tell you that much" He takes a sip from his cup.

"oh please, i could finish this... it just take time, that’s all" You brace yourself for the second sip.

"if you say so, missy"

"(Y/N)." You say sternly.

"apologies, (Y/N)" He says coyly.

~~~~~~~

"and so i say, what do you mean that's Peter Pan? i never met the boy before, i thought he was a figment of our imagination."

"i wish that wretched boy was only a tall tale. he's nothing but a pain in my arse"

Hook was leaning back in his chair, holding his 1/4 filled bottle. You were sitting on the desk, legs faced away from the man to not give him a peek under your gown.

You lazily hold your hand out and he hands you the bottle. "you know, you’re a lot quieter now"

"and you’re more talkative" He retorts. You tilt your head back and waterfall some of the beverage, spilling a bit of it on yourself.

"aye... aye!! that's me best rum that you're wastin!" He grabs the bottle from your hands.

He was close, so close that your noses were almost touching.

"sorry, Captain" You say in a teasing manner.

"it's quite alright, it's been put to better use this way, no?" He asks, looking down at your neck. "may i?"

You dazedly looked at his lips, making out his words as best as you could in your state.

"yes... you may" You nod. You didn't know what he was asking permission to do but you weren’t going to question it.

His eyes glance up at you for a moment as he stood up, only to look back down again and reach out.

He undid the bow that held your dress together at your chest, showing your cleavage.

"kiss me" You squeaked out. "please.."

He quickly granted your wish, a hand coming up to gently hold the back of your head.

The kiss was hungry and rough, from the both of you. You didn’t know his reason, maybe it's that he's a pirate. But you've wanted his lips on yours since you've saw him.

You found him charming in the, embarrassing kind of way. You wondered how he of all people became captain.

The kiss calmed down a bit and he took the opportunity to glide his tongue across the slit of your mouth, making you open in surprise.

"mmf!" His tongue slithered him, tasting of Rum and something sweet. You hold his arms and pull away from the kiss catching your breath.

"do you not have to breathe??" You ask in between breaths.

"why are you holding your breath? breathe through your nose" He says lowly, bringing you into another kiss.

This time, you took his advice, breathing through your nostrils. "better, right?" He states more than asks.

The top of your dress fell from your shoulders and to the crease of your arms during the heated make out sessions. Hook slid his arms along yours, dragging the dress off along the way.

Your breasts were exposed to the cool air, giving you goosebumps and making your nipples harder than they already were. Hook takes notice of this and chuckles to himself.

"a bit cold, hm?" He places the pad of his thumb over one and rubs circles around it.

"mhm" You bit your lip. His calloused palms caressed the soft flesh of your torso in a massage.

"almost forgot about me rum.." He mumbles before attaching his lips to your neck, giving you kitty licks as he made his way lower. "tastes better on you" You feel him smirk onto your skin.

"oh really?" You utter. Your breath hitches in your throat once you feel his warm lips wrap around one of your nipples.

You moan and tangle your fingers in in his thick hair, tugging at it lightly. "oh how soft you are, my jewel..." His breath ghosts over your now wet bud.

He shows the same affection to your other nipple, let it go with a 'pop'. You were very sensitive now, firm and ready to be touched again.

"how often are you told how pretty you are, missy?" He carefully slips the remainder of your dress down your legs. Your underwear was soaked in your arousal, only making the cheeky pirate grin harder.

"technically speaking... i'd say almost everyday" Your heart races in your chest as he slips his shiny hook beneath the damp cloth and moves it down your thighs.

"mm..." He kisses your inner thigh and your back slightly arches. "that's not nearly enough for a pearl like yourself..." His lips came closer and closer to where you wanted them with each kiss.

"what do you mean?" You ask out of curiosity. He pauses for a moment, looking up with pure eye contact.

"i would tell you every hour of the day~" Your cheeks heat and you put a hand over his face.

"oh shut it" You say bashfully and he chuckles, removing your hand and planting a tender kiss upon your knuckles.

"it is the truth" His fingers slip between your folds, making you gasp and grab his wrist.

He stops and looks at you, waiting for a look of reassurance. "would you like to stop here?"

"will it hurt?" You ask, started to feel the weight of the situation.

"do you trust me?"

You only nod. You let go of his hand and he starts to skillfully rub your clit. You bite back your moans, letting out only a sigh.

You made the mistake of exhaling through your mouth just as he began teasing your slick entrance. Eliciting such sweet moans for the Captain Hook.

His hands grab yours and slide them up to your chest. "try touching yourself here, my sweet" He suggests. You place the palms of your hands over your breasts and awkwardly squeeze them with a giggle.

"like so.." James reaches out and just barely rubs your nipple, making your lower back tingle.

You copied his movement and hummed at the new feeling. He puts you unoccupied hand back and lowers his head between your legs again.

This time however, he put your legs over his shoulders. You felt your lips being spread and something soft, warm, and fast brushing over the bundle of nerves.

Your legs immedeitly try to close on him, but he keeps them open. Your hips rocked in sync with his tongue and beads of sweat formed at the intensity.

"you taste phenomenal... i could do this all day.." His low voice vibrated through you, sending your hand flying to his hair and gripping the thick locs harshly.

One last and low "mm~" from James, and you were over the edge, subconsciously holding his face as close as possible to you while you rode out your high.

You collapsed on the table, back flush against the wood. Hook peered over you with a grin. And his hand searched your body again.

"you're so perfect, a true diamond" Hook smiles, dragging his cold hook along your still hard nipples. He slipped a finger into you, making you gasp again, but this was one that he caught with a kiss.

You moaned into his mouth while his finger went deeper and deeper into you. The previous orgasm allowed him to slide the digit in with ease, letting him know to add another finger.

He deepens the kiss as he slides the second finger in. Going in and out of you at an insane pace. Your arms wrap around his neck and you break from the kiss for a second just to roll your eyes and hang your head.

"it feels so good..." Your voice broke.

Not long after your statement, you came undone, shaking violently with a broken moan. "oh James~" You pant, feeling winded.

"what is it, darling?" He asks with a voice full of sultry.

"this is crazy" You look up at him.

"it's about to get even crazier"

~~~~~~~

You were pretty sure you moans were ringing throughout the ship. Poor crew mates weren't getting any sleep tonight. The sound of James's thighs sticking to the bottom on yours.

A mix of his and your cum making a mess between the two of you. He would probably fill you to the brim if you let him.

James's eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced with every one of his powerful thrusts, and more importantly, the new deep sensational feeling between your legs.

His back rested against his large purple chair, and his hips thrusted into you like there was no tomorrow.

"James i'm gonna- shit!" Your eyes squeeze shut as you experience your 3rd and final orgasm in this position. You were spent.

"gem~" Hook called out.

"hm?" You lazily look down at him.

"i need one more favor from you, if your up for it~"

~~~~~~~

"shit... just like that" His eyes peer into you as he watches you, making you feel even more naked than you are if possible.

You were sitting in the chair now. Squeezing your boobs around this mans aching penis while he jerked his hips towards you.

You curiously stick your tongue out, being greeted with the salty tase and soft feeling of his tip.

He let out a sound almost like yours and started bucking forward. You kept licking and squeezing and he kept letting out something like a whimper, it was cute.

"oh... i'm cumming" His large arms grab on to the head of the chair and he cums on your lips and chin. His eyes were low and tired.

"i could tell that felt good" You tease.

"oh better than you could imagine" He wipes your chin and kisses you once more. But he could feel a smile tugging at your lips.

"what is it?" He smiled back.

You shrug and slump into the chair. "I strangely feel happy"

"it's not strange, i feel happy too, love" He reassures and your cheeks heat.

"okay where's your bathroom? I need to get clean" You ask, escaping the enclosure of his arms holding the chair you were inn.

"you don't want to go there to get clean, us pirates use mother nature" He answers. He grabs his jacket and his button up and walks over to the office door.

His head was on a swivel, making sure no one was up. He beckoned you to follow him, so you did. He tosses down a ladder and began climbing down into the water.

You peek over the edge and see nothing but still, open water. It as sparkling from the moonlight. You take a few steps back and jump. Letting out only a yelp instead of the scream that fought to errupt.

You swim to the surface and wipe the water from your eyes.

"you'd fit right in with me crew" He shook his head. "those crazy bastards"

"you should try it sometime" You shrug. You start you dip yourself deeper into the water, rubbing your arms and face to scrub them clean.

You hear a faint Tick- Tok, in the distance. You look around with your eyes narrow, as if it would help you see further.

"do you hear that hook?" You ask.

"hear what?" He goes quiet. You see constant ripple coming toward you and look in his direction to see him shaking.

"are you okay?"

"s-s-s-smee... Smee" The Tick-Tok grew louder. and you turn to see a crocodile. Your heart races in your chest and it swims toward you.

You try to swim away but it catches up, and fast. You just knew you were going to die, hoping for a nice eulogy at your funeral, but it swam past you, licking its lips.

It wanted James, James almost jumped out of the water when he realized. "SMEEEEEE"

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icallhimjoey · 9 months

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"Good boy. Time for supper."

JAIL. IDK IF IT'S HORNY JAIL OR REGULAR, JUST JAIL. 😩

well then LOCK ME TF UP because our boy's STARVING. here's the last part, and obviously, it's all 18+ and i really wont like you if you're a minor and continued reading. like, i genuinely wont like you as a person, so go sit with that. OKAY EVERYONE ELSE, ENJOY! Wordcount: 6.6K

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Double Or Nothing

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

You couldn’t think about it. Not in detail, but also not in the general sense. When you woke up the next morning, you let yourself briefly dip a toe into everything you could remember of the night before, and then you shut the door on it. You were halfway through breakfast leant up against the counter when Izzy rushed in, hair still wet from the shower. She looked… bad.

“What time did you get back last night?”

You’d absolutely heard her come in about fifty minutes after Joe had left. You had to pretend to be asleep already for fear of Izzy being able to read your mind since you weren’t able to think of anything else then. Or even, now. But it was the morning and there was routine, and it was easier to pretend nothing had happened the night before when there were little jobs that needed doing.

Izzy blinked at you, an empty stare somehow full of regret, and said, “I wasn’t meant to have any drinks.”

Her hangover had been the focus of the morning, which was a fucking godsend. Meant you didn’t even have to mention the bet. Didn’t have to lie about what the favour had been.

You had your eyes on your phone like a hawk all day. Couldn’t leave it out of sight, and were disappointed every time you got a message from someone else. Made you think, “shut up” when you didn’t see Joe’s name on your screen.

Until Joe did text.

“today’s favour will be over at mine”

And like a stupid teenager, you waited four minutes before you replied. Couldn’t come across too eager, could you?

“uh oh… should I be scared?”

Maybe Joe was going to have you make him dinner, or clean the floors. Something mundane he didn’t want to do himself today. You couldn’t possibly let Joe get the idea that you hoped for a repeat of the night before. If Joe was so hellbent on you winning the bet, that meant that maybe he was also hellbent on making you come on his mouth for seven days.

A girl could dream.

“no”

“ok”

“8ish if you can”

“ok”

You showered just in case. Exfoliated and shaved and sprayed some perfume down low that you walked through, because apparently you really were 16 still and boys thought girls were gross, didn’t they?

When you walked into Joe’s flat, you were glad for the teenager inside of you, because all arrows pointed in the same direction. Joe had a slow playlist going, and he’d lit a scented candle. Just the one. Easy to pretend it was there to get rid of the smell dinner left behind, like it wasn’t there for ambiance. Not that it mattered; the mood lighting took care of the ambiance plenty – cornered floor and table lamps casted the room in warm, soft oranges.

Before you could even ask what it was Joe needed of you, he said, “Sit.” and like a fucking puppy, you plonked right down in the middle of his sofa without question.

“You understand where this is going,”

You did, but couldn’t let on that you did, though. Even when Joe kneeled in front of you and started removing you shoes.

“I do?”

Joe scrunched his nose, kept undressing your lower half and said, “I think you do. You know, since you won and all,”

Made you give him a deadpan stare, just short of an eye roll. Made him smirk like a naughty schoolboy. One with an ego, though. One that knew he was right and was going to keep the bit going until you verbally agreed with him and would tell him he was right.

Unfortunately for him, you weren’t that easy.

Joe knew that.

Didn’t make trying to get you there less fun though.

You came so quick, it was stupid. Blamed it on his fingers that got involved this time. They’d hooked, and they’d hooked just right. Only two – two was plenty.

Afterwards you’d barely spoken. You’d laughed because you’d just orgasmed on Joe’s sofa – the place where you all watched weird obscure films sometimes, right on the crease between two cushions that you always lost your phone in. It was all so bizarre, you couldn’t do anything other than laugh, and Joe’d looked at you a second, then asked, “Gonna admit it?” And of course, you weren’t going to admit anything. Silly boy.

Joe had then gotten up and had stepped away – had to adjust himself in his jeans on the first step. You’d pretended you hadn’t seen and used the privacy Joe’d given by turning his back to quickly get your bottom half back into your clothes.

“I need to know what to tell people when they ask about these favours,” you looked over your shoulder and saw Joe blow out the candle. Fucking knew it was there just for the occasion. Men are so transparent.

“Mmh,” Joe thought a second, then shrugged. Said he’d go with whatever you’d tell ‘em, and he seemed not fussed. Not like how you were fussed. You didn’t need your friends knowing about this, but Joe seemed to carry an air of we’re adults, who gives a shit what we get up to, and maybe that was the better way of going about it.

Then Joe said he was going for a shower, and whilst zipping up your ankle boots, you’d gone, “I’ll see myself out!” all chipper and upbeat, like you hadn’t just shared wild intimacy together.

Wednesday had happened in the same fashion.

Joe had texted, “come to my place again”.

You thought you were being cute when you replied, “what for”.

Joe replied, “come at my place again” and you’d blushed and deleted the message straight after because no one could ever accidentally come across that.

Joe’d eaten you out on his sofa again, and you were surprised that you didn’t like how you weren’t in his bed. You were also surprised that afterwards, you were so into it, you wanted to return the favour. But just like before, Joe was quick to slip into his bathroom. You didn’t want to assume it was to rid himself of the blood and pressure that had pooled in his underwear, but you didn’t know why else Joe couldn’t really hang out with you for a little while after.

By now, it had become a little easier to look him in the eye, though.

On the fourth day of the week of favours, there was no denying how the rest of the weeks was going to go. The two of you would meet, either at his or at yours if you had the place to yourself, Joe would get his head between your legs until you felt dizzy and weak with want, and then he’d try to make you admit that you’d won. There were no kisses, no cuddles and no hands held. It truly felt like a friend doing another friend a favour, except the other way around.

And it was fine.

Joe kept his attention down where he was supposed to, and you tried to focus on the nice things, like how Joe didn’t high five you after. And how he didn’t force eye contact during. You know, things other men had done that had made you give up on their potential.

Yea, it was weird. But it was also nice. Nice was a weird way of describing it, but it was your first thought when Joe jokingly licked the inside of your leg until he heard frustrated huffs coming from above him. He had to stop because he was laughing so much, and you’d shoved him and then pretended to want to get out of your bed which turned into a little wrestle full of giggles that only stopped because he’d latched onto not your leg. Reduced you into a whimpering mess immediately.

That was nice.

It was different when it was with a friend and not some weird guy of an app. Better.

But for whatever reason, on Friday you’d woken up in a horrid mood and hadn’t been able to shake it all throughout the day. After work, you kind of wanted to go home and sit in the bath for three hours. Have wine and watch a comfort film from your childhood that could easily make you cry, like The Little Princess, or whatever.

“no pub for me tonight”

You sent into the groupchat. Got immediate private replies from both Izzy and Joe.

“got a date planned you haven’t told me about?” from Izzy.

“??” from Joe.

Two other friends made fun of Joe making you do too many things – said, “stop making her unpack your whole flat Joe” and “burnt out on day 5, best send flowers again”. You ignored the groupchat for the time being.

You sent Izzy and Joe the same reply.

“bad day, just want to be home”

Surely, Joe would understand. He had said he wouldn’t force you into doing something you didn’t want to do, and everyone had their off-days, right?

Izzy replied, “promise I’ll be quiet when I get in”

Then, a message in the group chat from her, “everyone else still going?” which trickled in thumbs up emojis over the next hour or so. Also from Joe.

And wow, that went easier than expected. Your skip a day lose a favour rule could’ve made that difficult. The strange sense of relief you felt was welcome after some twat from administration had made your blood boil by e-mailing the whole company about a mistake you’d made, warning everyone not to do the same.

You honestly thought you wouldn’t see Joe that day.

Yet, you weren’t surprised when your doorbell rang, and you saw Joe through the intercom.

“Hey, what–”

“Said I had an early morning and snuck off before anyone could ask what I’d be up to,”

You were in your pajamas – the kind you didn’t really let others see, ever. Were tired, definitely not in the mood, but Joe’d come over for one thing and one thing only.

You buzzed him in on a defeated sigh and waited for him by the front door.

When you didn’t really step aside to let Joe in, Joe slowly squeezed himself past you, his face way too close to yours. Hovered there a second, noses nearly touching.

Always close enough to kiss.

And yet...

“Come on, I’m starving.” Joe said and for the smallest of moments, you thought maybe Joe would make his way over to the kitchen. Find your left-overs to heat up. He didn’t, of course, door of your bedroom already opening.

You looked a bit dazed when you closed the door behind him, because just getting his face close to yours had flipped something inside of you. You swallowed thickly before you turned and made your way over to where Joe had installed himself on your bed.

Lying flat on his back, he smiled when he saw you step out of your pajama bottoms. Licked his bottom lip and beckoned you with two hands near his face.

You’d never sat on someone’s face before, and when you reached to turn the lights off, Joe said, “No. Leave ‘em on.” and seemed genuinely excited for what was about to happen. It was the first time you thought maybe you really were doing him a favour, instead of the other way around.

It was awkward having to bring your core to his mouth, especially since you were able to fucking see all of it. Usually, men would bring their mouths down all by themselves, wouldn’t need you to take any action. The second Joe got his mouth on you, however, no other action of you was needed besides keeping yourself upright.

Which was difficult.

You silently scolded yourself for earlier thoughts of wanting to skip today. This kind of turned everything around and you realized it was the perfect remedy. Joe curled arms around your legs and held on tightly as he worked his tongue in all sensitive spots he knew to find.

But then, about four minutes in, the sound of a key loudly being shoved into its keyhole made both you and Joe freeze.

Izzy.

You checked behind you and saw that, thank fuck, you’d closed your door before climbing onto the bed.

Frozen with fear, neither of your moved for a second, but you both listened. Heard how Izzy tried to be quiet, like she had texted she would do, heard her take off her shoes by the door before slipping into the living room. She shut the door behind her, and you let go of a breath you’d been holding.

“Fuck, okay,” you whispered as quietly as you could. “If you’re quick, she won’t– ah, mhm,”

What you meant was, if Joe was quick to leave, Izzy wouldn’t see him. Not, if he was quick to continue until you orgasmed, because you couldn’t! Not with Izzy in the house! Not from Joe’s mouth in your bedroom with Izzy on the other side of your bedroom wall!

“No, we can’t–”

But Joe was relentless, and your breathy pleas probably didn’t even reach his ears, what with your legs in the way and all. Joe held onto your thighs with newfound strength and continued with more frevour than before. Had you arching your back and slapping your own hands over your mouth to shut you up.

Shit.

You were scared the whole time. Every sense heightened and somehow therefore everything felt… even better. You didn’t like that. The combination of having Joe’s face between your legs, his tongue touching places it hadn’t even gone near before despite this being the fifth day of favours, and fear – legitimate fear, because what would happen if Izzy knew? – felt dangerous.

Somehow, you’d convinced yourself that your whole friendship and whatever else this was with Joe was held together by the fact that this was all a secret.

If your mutual friend, your best one and your flatmate at that, was to walk in with you sat on Joe’s face, it’d be over and done with. The favours would stop, which… were people able to grow attached to something in just five days, do you think? But you’d survive that. Had survived good sex leaving your life before and had always been fine. The whole friendship coming to a screeching halt, however?

It was the worst way to learn, the worst timing to learn, that even just entertaining the thought hurt your own feelings.

Maybe that was why things had never really progressed before. Joe had always been flirty with you. Slapped your ass when he saw the chance, things like that. Would graciously offer his lap whenever all seats would be taken. But until now, you’d always shoved him in return. Made him laugh, which then would make you laugh.

You were sat on Joe’s face, but you kind of wanted to sit on Joe’s lap for a few hours. The other way around so you could stare at his features. Lean in for a kiss if you wanted, one that would be reciprocated.

Have that be normal.

Be around your friends and give in to Joe’s stupid flirting and have all of that be normal.

Not that this seat was bad – it was just... the hem of your top covered half his face. You only got forehead, an eyebrow and tensed forearms when you looked down. Tensed forearms that hugged around your thighs and held you open from the front. You hadn’t even kissed Joe. Couldn’t even remember the last time you hugged.

You were swimming in complex emotions, all layered shit, good and bad and worse and better and the best but simultaneously also the absolutely worst. Your mind wasn’t with it, and it was taking long for you to get there. Was long for Joe to have his head in between your thighs.

You kind of wanted to cry, and you nearly did when Joe suddenly let a hand sneak up under your top to cup a boob.

Joe had never touched the bare flesh of your tits before. You gasped at the touch, but only because you couldn’t moan. Couldn’t be loud. The gasp made Joe sneak up his other hand as well, and it was a little awkward because the arms came up from behind you, but it worked.

Joe knew what he was doing. Got your out of your head and into your body by simple touches under your top and like fucking clockwork, you orgasmed. You bit your lips into your mouth until you swore your teeth broke the skin, stifling as much noise as you could.

Eventually, you flopped over. Fell into the mattress beside Joe, and heard him pant softly.

There was no way Izzy hadn’t heard, you thought.

When you turned your face to look at him, you hissed, “Oh my God, you look insane,” and sat up to use the fabric of the top you were still wearing to wipe at his face. Joe shook with silent laughter, but let you clean him up a little.

Bent over and leant close, skin of your torso bared from where you pulled on your top, Joe’s hand found your side. It almost didn’t touch you, hovered a little and let fingertips brush and you didn’t understand how this feather light touch wrecked you more than Joe’s tongue circling and dipping inside of you had done.

You slowly wiped at Joe’s face for longer than you needed to, let your eyes dance across Joe’s face as he stared up at you.

If you leant down right now, if you just...

You saw how Joe’s eyebrows quirked. Small little movement you wouldn’t have caught had you not been so close to him. Made your breath shudder. Made you think of how Joe didn’t push you away. Didn’t do anything but stare back up at you. Big, brown, shiny eyes. All soft and round.

You didn’t realise you’d slowly lowered down until you felt Joe’s nose touch the side of yours. He nudged you with it, away to the side a little, and you swore he was about to say something, but then you both suddenly heard movement about the flat and were thrown back into reality.

Izzy.

You pulled your top back down and avoided Joe’s eyes as you got up to tiptoe towards the door where you put your underwear back on, ears perked for any noise within the flat that would give away Izzy’s whereabouts. You noticed you still felt panicked, heart in your throat, back of your neck prickling, everything all awful and you remembered the whole day had been bad. This horrible end of it fit just right.

Because it was horrible, wasn’t it?

Your flatmate was about to find Joe in your bedroom.

That need to cry you’d felt when you’d left the office earlier that day reared its head back up.

You didn’t cry, wouldn’t cry. Not until you’d have snuck Joe out of the flat, at least.

Izzy couldn’t know.

If she knew, that would be the end of everything.

Joe hadn’t even kissed you.

A whisper of your name snapped you from your thoughts. Joe was still on your bed but was now getting out of his own clothes. Your eyes grew wider and your brow furrowed because what the fuck was he doing?

“I’ll wait her out,” Joe whispered, and in just a T-shirt and his boxers, he reached for the top of your duvet. “Wait ‘til she’s gone to sleep,”

And your mind raced for a second. Joe was probably right. To avoid your flatmate and any questions afterwards entirely, she’d have to be out cold.

But then you softly said, “You should leave,” because you wanted out of this situation.

Joe had already slipped himself into your bed, underneath the covers.

“I will, won’t be long. Izzy seemed tired,”

“I am tired,” you argued like a prissy teen. You were worried, and you felt cold. A little clammy. Grumpy, and scared still. Vulnerable and raw, and your throat hurt from the whispering and the moans you’d wheezed out.

“Come lay down,” Joe slung back covers to expose your side of your bed, and the thought of doing just that, laying down in your bed with Joe next to you, was making you feel sick. He seemed so cool and casual about it too. Like none of it really mattered.

“No, but, I–I don’t think– what if–”

“It’ll be fine,” Joe’s hushed voice reassured, and you sucked in a sharp breath that you then held. “Come,” Joe whispered again with a little more urgency, beckoning you with an impatient open hand. “Feels like you’re crashing, get into bed before you hurt yourself.”

Crashing?

“Aren’t you–” you started another whispered sentence but were cut off once more, now by Joe’s flat hand slapping down onto the mattrass in feigned frustration, eyes all wide but mouth so close to curling up into a smile.

“Come, here,” Joe ordered through clenched teeth and yea, all right. You could lay down in your bed. Your safe spot. Just, it didn’t feel so safe now that Joe was there.

When you moved into the bed and got comfortable, you felt a little like you were placing your body in a position you thought people looked best in. Like you weren’t a real person who just stepped into her own bed, but were on a film set and this is how they directed you to lay so that it looked best from all angles. You performed laying down. Stupid.

Had to remind yourself Joe was just Joe. That one guy amongst your friends who didn't impress you the way he impressed everyone else.

He was just Joe.

Unlike last week, where you felt it would be too close for comfort to curl onto your side facing Joe, it didn’t feel like there was such a thing as being too close anymore, and so that was exactly what you did now. Laid on your side, hands together and pressed under your head, facing Joe.

Joe did the same but stayed on his side of the bed, leaving plenty of space in between the two of you.

“Better?”

You shrugged with your exposed shoulder. Joe scanned your face for a second, searching eyes roaming freely and then he frowned a little.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t...” Joe trailed off.

“You didn’t,” you were quick to reply, but you felt a tear escape your eye. It was easy to hide, since it was the eye closest to the pillow, and you thought maybe Joe wouldn’t have seen. You felt how it wet the skin between your fingers before it disappeared into the fabric.

“No, but, you seem... not okay,”

You couldn’t look him in the eye and kept eyes trained on his chest. On one particular crease in the cotton of his shirt that was just there because his shoulder were pressed forward.

It looked soft. And inviting.

“I’m fine,”

And Joe would’ve let it go. Would’ve just said, okay good, and, don’t worry I’m not that sleepy. But then a sticky tear left your other eye that traveled over the bridge of your nose. It was impossible to miss, and Joe didn’t even give you time to try to wipe it away, to excuse it, to make something up on the spot of why it was even there, because he started scooching. Closer to the middle of the bed. And then an arm reached over and placed itself on your back and pulled you in, made you scooch until your face met that crease of fabric in the middle of Joe’s chest and a large palm around the back of your head kept it there.

“Sorry,” got whispered into your hair.

“It’s not you– you didn’t do anything wrong,”

“S’just a lot?”

“Mhmm,”

It was a lot. You'd had a bad day, and now Joe was cuddling you close, and the bed was warm and soft, and you had fingers in your hair, stroking down your scalp, playing with the strands.

“Sorry,” you spoke around an exhale and relaxed. “I will fall asleep if you keep doing that,”

You would. Felt yourself relax fully and sink deeper into everything soft.

“Good. Then I’ll keep going.”

That made your face scrunch up like you were in pain. Made your ribs want to flare and tighten up simultaneously. Made you blush harder than when Joe pulled you onto his face with your full weight.

Joe didn’t lie. Had to shift twice to make sure blood flow reached his fingers still, but kept his fingers in your hair. You used the first time he moved and switched arms to snuggle closer. To burrow deeper. Was easy to hide what you were doing - you were simply also readjusting a little. The second time, you tilted your head upwards enough for your nose to find the warmth of his skin just above the collar.

You fell asleep like that.

And, troublingly, you also woke up like that.

It was morning, and Joe was still there.

You moved, stretched yourself out of Joe’s hold which roused him awake. Rolling over, you found your phone to check the time.

“What time is it?” Joe croaked, burying his face back into the pillow.

“Just past 6,”

It was early still. Early enough for Joe to be able to sneak out without Izzy even being aware he’d ever been there.

You rolled onto your back after putting your phone back down and blinked at the ceiling for a moment. Found focus in your eyes and listened to Joe’s breathing.

God, your life was so weird. This week had been weird. And there were two days of favours left still.

Then what?

What would happen after?

You’d just go back to being the friends you were before?

You didn’t think you could do that, or even wanted to do that, but you couldn’t think like that. This was just a wild week, and on Monday, things would go back to normal.

Normalish.

You’d learn to slot back into that place where Joe made advances jokingly and you’d shake your head at the bad overdone moves he’d put on you.

No one would be the wiser.

“Izzy’s asleep,” you whispered, and you meant, time to leave. You turned your head to see Joe was also lying on his back with his eyes open. Except his weren’t studying the ceiling, his were on you.

“Do you think she will still be in half an hour?”

Um. Sure? She probably would be. It was the weekend, after all.

Without warning and before you could answer his question, Joe ducked entirely under the covers and moved across. Ate you out whilst you still had sleep in your eyes.

Saturday was a whole mess.

Joe’d snuck out, hadn’t been seen or heard by your flatmate and, good.

That was good.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about how that morning had been different. Halfway through he’d swapped his death grip around your legs for search of your hands. Joe was hidden under the covers and did everything a lot slower than he’d done any of the other times, and then found your hands with his and held your hands for a little while.

You managed to be quiet. Quieter, at least. But it was still fucking amazing, especially when Joe guided your hands to the back of his head and encouraged you to push his face into you. To add more pressure that way.

He’d come up and kissed you on the forehead after, and then he’d left you in the bed by yourself, all blissed out whilst he casually got dressed and walked out. Hadn’t even asked you to tell him that you’d won the bet.

Izzy witnessed you knock over a full cup of coffee, saw how it spilled over the counter and dripped down the kitchen cabinets as you swore and clumsily cleaned it up. You made yourself a new cup which you then let slip from your hands just when you were about to sit down on the sofa, and she’d gone, “Jesus, are you all right?”

You’d grumbled something under your breath and sighed at the coffee stain you’d left on the rug.

“What happened at work?”

Izzy referenced the text you’d sent her yesterday and linked your behaviour to it. You gave a vague explanation of why your managers sucked, and Izzy said to join her for lunch later. Good big lunch, maybe a few drinks. Would do you good. Have some fun.

“Or is Joe going to, I don’t know, make you organize his junk drawer or whatever?”

“Oh,” you thought a second. “Yea, maybe. But I could do that after lunch. Joe can wait.”

However, you didn’t end up going to lunch with Izzy.

Instead, you opted to do what you’d wanted to do the night before and sat in the bath for a few hours. Watched nostalgic films that made you cry salty tears into the bath water. Thought of how you wanted Joe to kiss you on the mouth and then tried to erase those thoughts by slipping fully under the water for as long as you could.

Izzy didn’t like how you isolated. Said you’d been weird all week.

You swiftly blamed it all on work, “It’s just hectic times and I need to not be around people for a little bit.”

Whilst covered in bubbles, you heard Izzy move about, doing laundry, vacuuming, cleaning shit up - all domestic chores she’d left for the weekend. And she was on the phone to someone. You swore you heard her mention your name, but you decided to assume it was nothing. Probably just a mention of you not going out for lunch with her, or a mention of you hogging the bathroom for hours. Whatever.

Saturday had felt messy, but Sunday was all right. You’d slept okay, didn’t feel so sluggish anymore and made Izzy breakfast because you were a good friend, and she was a good friend.

You pushed every thought of it being the last day of the week of favours to the back of your mind. Evaded the topic of your friends entirely in conversation with your flatmate for fear of mentioning Joe.

Sunday was all right.

It was all right until it wasn’t.

Joe texted.

“4, my place”

You didn’t like that tone.

“ok.”

You fullstopped him and kind of hoped Joe didn’t like your tone either. Sending a text like that helped you numb your feelings a little. Was good practice for later. A self-protection sort of thing.

When you were let into Joe’s flat, you expected it to go like it had gone before. You’d walk in, there’d be slow music playing, sheer curtains drawn, mood lightning on and Joe’d direct you towards the couch.

And there was a sort of calmer playlist going, but the place smelled of food, and Joe had greeted you all upbeat and chipper. Said, “I hope you’re hungry!” and you hated that you thought today maybe you’d get to return the favour before you thought of dinner.

You’d walked in on Joe in the middle of preparing a roast dinner. A roast dinner for two.

“What’s going on here?” you asked, shrugging off your coat and surprised by how much was happening in the kitchen. Pots, pans, the oven on, all these smells, plates and cutlery stacked and ready to be moved towards the table – there was a lot going.

You watched Joe pick up the lid of a pot and stir what was inside. He shrugged with his back turned.

“Wanted a good roast dinner and couldn’t make one just for myself,” Joe looked over his shoulder. “Thought for today’s favour you could have half the food and keep me company.”

You didn’t know if relief or disappointment took the overhand on this one. You forced it to be relief, smiled at Joe and said, “This smells fucking amazing,” but felt in your gut then that it was definitely disappointment.

Rationally, this was a clever move, because it kind of moved you back into the two of you just being friends. You had dinner together, talked about all sorts – how you wanted to kick the teeth in of that one bitch from administration, and then swiftly moved onto nicer things, like Joe’s next upcoming project. Not for a second was the bet mentioned. There were moments where you entirely forgot about it too. Joe was smart. Tomorrow was going to be easy now.

It’s just that... you didn’t want it to be easy.

You wanted to crash your entire face onto his, to collide with him. You didn’t, of course, you had dinner like two civilized people, two normal friends, who pretended they hadn’t just had the weirdest week of their lives together. Didn’t mean you didn’t sneak glances at Joe’s mouth, at those pink plush lips, all throughout the meal.

When the food was all gone and the dishes had been loaded into the washer, you declared you probably should get going. Told Joe Izzy had been worried.

“Don’t know if I’ll be able to come down next Friday,” Joe said, following you as you slung arms into your coat and made your way to his front door.

“Surprise, surprise,” you said all sarcastic, smiling. Made Joe huff a small laugh before his whole facial expression changed.

“Oh, and one other thing,”

You sorted the collar of your coat with both hands and turned back to find Joe much closer to you than you’d thought he’d be.

“You still haven’t said it,”

You stopped faffing with your coat, hands dropping down, and Joe stepped even closer.

“Oh my God,” you said softly, head tilting in defeat, amused but surprised Joe was still going on about this.

“Say you won the bet,”

You squeezed your eyes shut and frowned, were about to tell Joe that he was being ridiculous and why was it still even important now? You’d ticked off the last favour. It was over now! Was his ego that precious that he still needed to hear from you that he was right?

But Joe was quicker than your words were, and in the moment of your eyes being closed, Joe brought a hand to the back of your neck. Made you snap open your eyes instantly.

Joe was close.

Nose to nose now.

Made your whole body freeze.

“Why can’t you say it?” he whispered, practically into your mouth, and you didn’t know what to do.

“I don’t–” you couldn’t even finish the sentence you started, both because you weren’t sure of what to say, but also because your throat closed up the second Joe tilted his head and moved his mouth towards your jaw.

Placed a soft chaste kiss there.

Made you close your eyes and shudder on an exhale. Made you let Joe move your head to the side as his moved down, getting your neck next.

It wasn’t the desperate collision you’d wanted before, and it’s not on your mouth either, but you were standing in Joe’s hallway about to step out and Joe wanted you to say words he wanted to hear and was coaxing them from you by letting his lips softly brush against skin they had never brushed against before.

Made you weak in the knees.

“Hmh? Just say it, say you won,”

You had your eyes closed, but your lips were parted. The grip Joe had on the base of your skull firmed, and he moved you to the other side. Got your neck there. Jaw too.

You swallowed thickly when you felt Joe move back a little. Blinked open unfocussed eyes and fuck, you were going to need a minute.

“Say it,”

Joe tilted his head down, let your foreheads meet and this was more than it had been all week. More intimate. More romantic. More of what you’d actually wanted. Joe always got so close, but Joe never kissed you.

“Say it for me,”

“I won,”

The words slipped out of you without you even registering it properly. A brief moment followed in which time sort of stopped, just for a second. You heard no one breaths, heard no blood rushing in your ears, heard no exactor fan still going in the kitchen.

Joe grinned.

You fucking said it.

He let his other hand find your face to cup and moved in to do what he’d been wanting to do all along, but hadn’t felt was appropriate.

Joe moved in and kissed you on the mouth. Got your bottom lip between his and let it be all soft, all slow.

Too slow.

Far too slow.

Time caught up and so did your brain. Then, your body did too, and where before your arms had just been down by your sides, you let them find Joe’s shoulders. Then his neck, and you used it to pull Joe in closer. Made him collide with you.

You were kissing Joe on the mouth and, Jesus, you wanted more. Deeper. Harder. Wanted to lick past his lips and live inside all of that wet and warm. You felt how Joe was trying to suppress a smile – felt that with your mouth, my God – and felt how he was about to pull back.

“No, I won, I won I won,” you panted all desperate, using forceful hands on his head to keep him attached to your face. “I won the bet, I said it. I won.”

Just for a moment, Joe just... went with it. Let you jump up and curl your legs around his torso. Had laughter stuck in his throat but loved how you gripped, and clung, and built the kiss until it became a brutal devouring mess and... shit, he needed more.

Joe started moving, used his hands to get you back out of your coat that you easily let slip off of you, one arm at a time, mouths still hungry, practically eating each other.

Joe turned back into his flat.

Then towards the bedroom.

When you realised where Joe was trying to take you, you were quick to unlatch from him. Let your feet touch the floor again.

You were kissing Joe and he was guiding you towards the bedroom.

What was happening?

“Come on,” Joe said, got his mouth back onto yours and tried lifting you up again. “I still owe you good head.”

“What, but I... the favour was having dinner with you, I–” Joe cut you off with a kiss to your neck, the pressure of it almost violent. Made you moan instantly and go all slack. Slack enough for Joe to get you back into his arms again, both of his curled tightly around your waist.

“Didn’t you just say you won?”

And, oh.

Yes.

Yes you did.

There were no favours if that was the case. Just... just good head. Like you had gotten all week, because...you’d won the fucking bet.

Even if you had pretended all week that you hadn’t.

You’d won.

“Don’t worry,” Joe panted and used an elbow to open his bedroom door. “I won too.”

You couldn’t fucking believe it. Joe grinned at you and you grinned right back before crashing into him for a kiss once more.

There were only winners here.

Joe carried you into the bedroom and you couldn’t help but giggle into his mouth as he lurched you onto the bed before using a foot to kick the door shut.

You’d won, and Joe’d won, double or nothing had turned into everything, and there were only winners.

the end

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rubra-wav · 29 days

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If I don’t ask now, I won’t remember later ANYWAYS

I am just itching for hurt/no comfort for no reason(well there is a reason, I just spent the last hour reading Lucifer x reader angst) I really want just any character of your choosing romantic angst no comfort and maybe a breakup because why not

-🦋anon :3

Lucifer x reader : Twice divorced

A/N I've been itching to write Lucifer more so it's also gonna be about him. Hope you're ready to watch this man fall apart :)(bro watch ME fall apart writing this)

Also new banner (happy happy happy)

Cw: Angst no comfort, gn!reader, both parties are suffering, they don't actually get divorced they just kinda. Agree to separate for a bit?

- You'd been together with Lucifer for a short time before getting married.

- You guessed that was the main mistake.

- It's unfortunate to say, but you underestimated your own ability to properly keep yourself happy and secure in helping him unravel everything.

- 4 months into your marriage, Lilith showed up and shit absolutely hit the fan. Lucifer locked himself away upon her showing up again under the guise of 'not putting it onto you'

- This frankly broke you.

- You'd spent 2 years knowing Lucifer and helping him, and all that was undone in what seemed like 10 minutes of her showing up, spewing some nonsense about how you should get out before he burnt out again like after falling and took you with him.

- It was undeniably her fault. You didn't blame Lucifer.

- But you weren't some unmoving, unemotional wall of a person.

- It hurt so fucking badly being treated like you couldn't handle your own husband by him after his ex showed up.

- You knew you had to get out, or you would go insane.

- You walked to Lucifer's door, suitcase wheels loudly dragging on the floor.

- Lucifer opened the door before you even had the chance to knock on it, hand suspended mid-knock as his panicked expression was revealed.

- He'd heard the familiar sound before from Lilith.

- You watched Lucifers red eyes look down at the suitcase, wide eyes recognising his worst fear being confirmed.

- "Oh.." He simply said quietly.

- You felt your own heart aching at his reaction, as if he was expecting it, but forced yourself to continue. "... Yeah." You said hesitantly.

- The silence beat between you two, and you grit your teeth, a hard lump formed in your throat, and you fought against crying.

- Lucifer let out a soft chuckle filled with no kind of happiness, smiling at you with tears streaming down his face. "You know... I really thought this would be different. I.." he trailed off with a loud hiccup. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

- You hummed, fighting to find words to say as you blinked hard.

- "I do love you, Lulu. This. This doesn't change that and I don't think anything will." You said very truthfully, voice shaking.

- Lucifer looked back at you in surprise, hope on his face.

- "But, I also love me too. And I think to love me as well I need to distance myself from this until you're somewhat over.. whatever this is." You gestured to his depression storm of a room and then to his messy, unkempt appearance.

- Lucifer wanted to get you to stay. But he couldn't bring himself to.

- It became obvious in that moment how he'd hurt you in his relapse, and he didn't want to hurt you even more by convincing you to be around him.

- It would be wrong to expect you to be able to support him while he couldn't do the same for you at all.

- He gulped loudly and slowly nodded despite the painful emptiness that he could feel consuming him even more.

- "I'm sorry, (name)." He apologised again, "I..." There was so much he wanted to say, but he couldn't put it into words.

- Another moment of silence passed as you waited for him to finish his sentence.

- "Just leave." It came out harsh, and he internally screamed at himself to not, but he couldn't stop himself. "Do as she said, and leave before I hurt you anymore." Lucifer's voice trembled, but anger made itself clear regardless.

- His mind raced in a mess of negativity that he just couldn't think clearly through.

- You felt your stomach drop, hurt hitting through you. Part of you wanted to bite back, but you were just exhausted already from this exchange.

- Wordlessly, you turned away from him, knuckles white from where you were clutching your suitcase hard.

- You barely felt in the moment as you made your way to the heavy front door of Lucifer's estate, spirits at rockbottom.

- You hesitated in front of it, thinking you were making a mistake doing this, then remembered the way his tear filled eyes glared at you as if daring you to fulfill his expectations.

- All he could see was Lilith in you. It was like you didn't even exist.

- Click. Thud.

- The loud sound of the door closing and you taking all the warmth you brought to his home with it.

- Lucifer sat down in the doorway of his room, staring blankly ahead, thoughts an absolute mess.

- He laughed, before letting out a loud shuddering sob as he leaned up against the door frame, hugging his knees to his chest and burying his face in them.

- "How do I somehow manage to ruin everything good?"

Ow 💀

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maybeitsalivescribbles · 3 months

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The little group of citizens looked at the jack-in-a-box with no little apprehension. They were safely huddled up together on the other side of the room, but the box was shaking and groaning. It wouldn’t hold much longer. They all knew that Villain was inside, but their abilities were... unclear. No one wanted to know more. They nervously glanced at the Hero who'd brought them all together.

"What are we doing here ?" someone asked.

Hero gave them all a kind, reassuring smile.

"You know, there's something I believe deeply", she said, her hand on her heart. "I think all of us are heroes inside."

"What does that mean ?"

Hero kept smiling while putting her hand on the door knob:

"That means, dear citizens...that I'm sure you can deal with Villain all by yourselves ! It will be good for you ! Byyyyye !"

The door closed on her, leaving the citizens frozen with surprise. A key turned into the lock. For a moment, all they could hear was her running away.

“It’ll be all right”, said someone to break the terrified silence.

“Really ? How can you tell ?”

“Well, you've heard her ! We’re all heroes, aren’t we ?”

“No we’re bloody not !” yelped the other one. “I am an accountant, and you work at the post office ! It’s not a hero we need, it’s a locksmith ! Is there one in the room ?”

“Yeah”, said a middle-aged woman, “but I don’t have my tools.”

“Then improvise something, lady ! We’re running out of time !”

The locksmith scratched her head and knelt in front of the lock.

“Does someone have a hairpin or a paper clip ?”

“Yes,” answered a nurse who was on her coffee break, “take it”.

“See ?” asked the accountant. “That’s what real heroes look like to me. Doing the real work for us so we can run the hell out of here.”

“It can’t be that bad,” insisted the postman stubbornly. “A real hero wouldn’t have put us in danger. The box is locked, after all. Maybe it's a test. Maybe she went out to find help.”

“For what, burying our bodies ?”

The box exploded. Confetti flied across the room. Slowly, Villain raised from their former trap.

“Muahaha”, they said in a polite effort to keep the conversation alive.

It didn’t quite work, so they added:

“Beware mortals, for I take the shape of your greatest fear !”

“Calm down,” barked the accountant. “We don’t have the key either. We can’t free -”

He stopped, as he suddenly realized that admitting to the villain that they couldn’t run away was probably not the best idea. Meanwhile, the nurse gasped, having made a realization of her own:

“That’s why we’re a group ! You can’t be the fears of everyone at once!”

“True, but I can take the shape of universal fears. It’s your choice, really.”

To prove their abilities, the Villain shaped themself into an abyss of absolute darkness, the grim reaper, and a very expensive medical bill.

“Aaaaah”, howled the whole group, convinced.

The locksmith, who was in tears after seeing the bill, whispered:

“We have no choice. Someone has to face their fears. It’s the only way to win alive.”

“All right, but who goes first ?”

The postman went first. He tried hard. He tried really hard at every step. “After all, we’re all heroes”, he repeated to himself, until Villain transformed into the brother who raised him saying “I’m disappointed in you.”

He collapsed.

The accountant went second. It is a known fact that most accountants are full of repressed rage. This one was very eager to share it with Villain and, if he may be quoted, “to punch their fucking guts out”. He ran and nearly landed a hit, but Villain dodged and showed him his own body with his insides out, in a sea of blood.

He collapsed.

When the nurse went, she was rather sure of herself. She had a fear of blood but with her job she had it under control. Then the Villain showed her all her patients dying, and she realized she couldn’t erase this fear or that would have made her a monster.

So she collapsed.

Villain stepped towards the locksmith, who during all that time was desperately trying to open the door. It wasn’t that the lock was hard, but her fingers were shaking too much, tears blinded her, and she was huddled in a corner, crying her eyes out.

Villain frowned. They transformed again – and again, and again. They screamed in frustration, then in terror. That didn’t help them.

They exploded.

When all the group regained their consciousness, they demanded an explanation. The locksmith squeaked:

“I didn’t know ! Of course I didn’t know ! But...when I think about it...that makes sense.”

“What makes sense ?”

“I think...I forced them to take too many forms at the same time, and at the end they couldn’t cope.”

“How did you do that ?”

“Oh”, said the nurse, who nodded.

“What ? It’s some kind of special ability ?”

“It depends from the point of view, I suppose.”

“Well, what is it called ?”

“Generalized anxiety.”

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silentglassbreak · 2 months

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Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

Please don’t hate me…but it’s gonna get worse. 😬

Warnings: Nothing crazy, just a lot of wanting to rip your own hair out.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

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Part 3 - Drowning

One thing I’ve always prided myself on, is my innate ability to avoid an issue as long as humanly possible. Maybe that’s not a good thing? Maybe it’s just delaying an inevitable issue? That being said, in this particular situation, my problem was a person, and her name was Rachel.

So, naturally, I was avoiding her like the mother fucking plague.

I’m only a human, and a man, at that. I am not blind, I see the issue at hand. I’m attracted to her. And that’s a fucking problem. I could go down the list of reasons why that is a problem, and I have, hundreds of times, over the last three days. However, I decided very quickly after our last encounter that the best possible option was to keep a wide enough distance, not be obvious about it, and survive until I made it back to California and in the arms of the only person I know can make the problem disappear.

I had this plan, and although, with all of my certainty, I knew that it’s not the best one, to see Mileena after the show in San Diego, and have some very serious PDA in front of everyone.

Now, that wasn’t out of the norm for Leena and I, as it was pretty clear to everyone that we were wild for each other. So badly that the other members of our group were sometimes uncomfortable by it.

Then, once I had Mileena to myself, before I allowed anything fun to happen, I would tell her.

I would tell her about Rachel; my giving her a ride home, her answering the door nearly naked, inviting me in to her room.

Might leave out the part where I jerked off to her face, and body, and black boy shorts that barely covered her.

That was what I would take to my grave.

So, imagine my chagrin when Rachel spent the three days following the excursion trying to fucking corner me.

It started with a text I woke up to.

Rachel: Noah…can we talk?

Absolutely not.

The next text came once we were on the bus, and I was safely locked into my bunk.

Rachel: Are you asleep?

Yup.

Then, once we made it to the venue in Atlantic City, and were finishing up the M&G, the next one came.

Rachel: Noah, I really need to talk to you before the show. It’s important.

I sent Nick to go find her, to see if it was a tech issue. I hardly felt like I could handle that again, with all of this other nonsense swirling around in my head. It wasn’t, and she asked where I was.

Nick, none the wiser, sent her to the green room. When I saw the door open, a flash of blonde hair behind it, I slipped into the bathroom.

I heard her sigh heavily, and then the next text came in. This one gave me pause.

Rachel: Well, clearly you’re avoiding me, so I guess I’ll just text you. I just wanted to tell you that I am so fucking sorry. I wish I could say I don’t know what came over me, but I do. Alcohol and absolute insanity. Noah, please believe me when I tell you that I know you are in a relationship, and respect the hell out of that. What happened last night will never happen again. I just don’t want this to ruin our friendship or work relationship. Hopefully this text makes you open to talking after the show.

By this time, I had long since turned my read receipts off, and just stared at the message.

I almost replied. Almost. But, my sane mind taking over, slipped my phone back into my pocket instead.

We didn’t stay at a hotel. Rather, we showered at the venue, and were back on the road within two hours after the show had ended. We had an painfully long drive back to San Diego, so we had to get moving fast.

I laid in my bunk, headphones blasting Sleep Token’s latest album, and was feverishly texting Leena.

I had hoped she hadn’t picked up on my extra-neediness since the night prior, and just chalked it up to me being homesick.

Leena: Addie is walking more. She took twelve straight steps today without falling down!

Me: Oh FUCK YEAH. My little fucking rockstar!

Leena: She misses you so much.

Me: I miss her too. I miss you both more than life itself. But after SD, I’m done touring for at least six months. Probably will never tour again so I don’t miss you guys so much.

Leena: Oh you’re so cute when you lie.

I couldn’t tell if the text was cold or not?

Me: I’m serious. I can’t do this shit without you guys. I’m missing so many of Addie’s milestones.

Leena: We’ll see baby. And I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ve got to get some sleep. I love you, Noah.

Me: I love you more, Leena.

Leena: Promise?

Me: Always.

I had been catching up on the newest season of Stranger Things when I noticed the bus was quiet. I checked the time and saw it was nearly 3AM. I heard and felt no movement about the hallway, so I carefully slid my bunk door open, and hopped out. I was dying for some water and had to pee something fierce.

I froze coming to the end of the hall, noticing a blue light emitting from the couch in the front. I realized quickly it was Folio, and took a relieving breath. I approached him, but he didn’t acknowledge me.

“Hey, late night?” He was staring at his laptop screen, clicking away at the keys.

“Mmm.” Was the only response I received.

I decided disturbing him was probably not the best idea, so I slipped into the bathroom silently. When I stepped back into the hall, he was no longer seated, and was standing at the fridge with the door open.

“I think Nick ate my fucking lunchable.”

I snorted, reaching in next to him for a water bottle. “Probably.”

I cracked the cap and took a long pull. Folio eventually closed the door with a huff, and looked directly at me.

“So,” His eyes were oddly serious, not something I see much in Nick Folio. I raised an eyebrow.

“So?”

“Are you and Rachel just not speaking anymore, or…?”

I felt my heart drop down into my feet, my stomach simultaneously wrapping in a tight knot.

“What do you mean?” I kept myself cool.

“Well, she’s been asking for you, and we keep sending her your way, but she somehow never seems to find you?” His voice had a deadly evenness to it that made my skin crawl. Unless he lived in my brain, what the fuck could he possibly know?

“Well, it was a busy day.” I took another swig of my water to hopefully hide my uneasiness.

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. “Yeah? I guess.”

I nodded, hoping that was the end of it. Until he spoke again.

“You guys seemed friendly at the club the other night.”

That was it. Put a bullet between my fucking eyes.

Despite all of my efforts to hide the absolute terror I felt, I knew instantly that it was showing through. He raised his brows in response.

I tried to answer, but choked a little on the residual water in my mouth. I cleared my throat and closed the bottle.

“I just gave her a ride, dude.”

Nick eyed me from head to toe, not buying it.

“Yeah? Cause she seemed real sure about what was going to go down that night. Then you disappeared for an hour.”

My eyes blasted open. “What did you just say?”

Folio tossed his hands up in defense to my sharp tone. “Listen man, I’m no snitch. Not saying I’m going to go crying to Leena about it, but you may not want to shit where you sleep - you get me?”

My jaw had hit the floor, broken through the bottom of the bus, and was tearing along the Indiana asphalt beneath us,

“Folio, you’ve fucking lost it, dude!” He shook his head in amusement, clearly not believing me. “Nothing fucking happened with Rachel! I gave her a fucking ride. That’s it!”

My voice rose, so I instantly brought it back down, not wanting to alert the six other people sleeping.

He nodded then, his body language changing slightly. “Yeah?” He put his hand out to me, fist pushed forward. “On God?”

I bumped his fist. “On God, Buddha, Odin, or whatever other deity. Nothing fucking happened.”

He sighed. “Okay. I believe you dude.” I sighed in relief. “But Noah?” I glanced back up at his face. “If you’re telling the truth, then you should know, she said some pretty graphic shit about you at the bar. Claiming she had you wrapped around her finger, and she could get you into bed. Even with Mileena in the picture.” He glanced knowingly down the bus hallway.

“Watch out for that, dude. I thought Rachel was cool. I might’ve even had a thing for her. But hearing the way she talked about you? Something ain’t right.”

The salty, warm air of San Diego wrapped its arms around us as we stepped off of the bus at the hotel. It was refreshing, being so close to the finish line. Aside from my own bout of homesickness, I could see the guys were exhausted, and we were all ready for the post-tour coma, and being in the comfort of our own homes.

The hotel check-in process was tedious. Rachel stood at the counter, handing out keys as the attendant handed them to her.

“Nick.” He snatched his and walked back over to where I stood, waiting. “Folio.”

He took his card without looking at her. Something told me he was a little more than salty about this entire debacle.

“Jolly.” Only one left. “And, Noah.”

When my fingers took the key, her head whipped over and her eyes pierced up at me. I averted my gaze, plucking the card out of her hand, and intended to head to my room immediately.

“Hey! Who let these misfits in here?!”

Everyone’s heads whipped around, looking for the source of the voice. Her eyes were the first thing I caught, a day-breaking smile tearing across my face.

Mileena and Laura were walking through the lobby, waving at us. As soon as Mileena saw me, she broke out in a run. She always did when we were away for so long. It was one of her hopeless romantic traits that I indulged in at every opportunity.

I immediately unshouldered my backpack and began jogging toward her. Her body slammed into mine with only a force she could accomplish. My arms instinctively wrapped around her, securing her right into place against my chest.

I immediately got a face full of her midnight black hair, the scent invading my senses. She smelled like rose hips, fresh brewed coffee, Addison, and home. An overwhelming sense of ease washed over my skin.

Jesus fucking Christ, I love this girl.

She pulled herself back far enough to press her face against mine, her lips mashing mine in a frantic attempt to get as close as possible. My own fought back, nipping her bottom lip, before hers turned up into a smile.

“Thank fuck. I have been dying.” I croaked out.

Setting her feet on the ground, her arms snaked around my midsection, between the lapels of my jacket, burying the side of her face into my chest.

“Not as bad as I have.” Her words were a mumble.

“Look, we get it. You love each other. All star-crossed and shit.” We turned to look at Folio, who was smirking. “But do the rest of us get any love?”

She pulled away from me then, quickly wrapping Folio in an airtight hug. “Ah, I missed you too, punk.”

He chuckled at her and let her go. She made her rounds, even giving Rachel a one-armed embrace, which is when I noticed the look of humiliation on her freckled-face. Standing against Leena, my brain seemed to snap right back into place.

There was no contest. Mileena was stunning. Drop fucking dead mouthwatering. Rachel was…not.

After she made her way back over to me, I slung an arm easily over her shoulders, pulling her close enough to press a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“I thought you guys weren’t coming until tonight?” Nick was standing questionably close to Laura, which caught my eye immediately.

The latter shrugged, and pointed to Leena. “She showed up at my house at 9AM, insisting we leave sooner.”

“Best decision, honestly.” Was all I added.

We all began our trek toward the elevators, stepping in together. My room was on the second floor, so Leena and I stood at the front.

“Guys, I, uh, get you haven’t seen each other in three months, but,” Jolly’s voice was awkward. “we’ve only got like an hour until we have to head to the venue for sound check.”

The doors opened, and I nodded to my friend, acknowledging him. I then turned my head back to my girl, now standing outside the elevator, and flashed her a devilish grin.

“You better fucking run.”

Mileena has this way of moaning, and I can’t exactly describe how this is even possible, that sends a legitimate shiver up my spine. It’s chemical, the way her voice raises pitch and cracks at the end. How sometimes it’s my name rolling off her tongue, or just an incomprehensible noise, that makes me coil up and breath ragged. She has me by my fucking hair, and shows no signs of letting up.

Her eyes are always so wet, pleasure-soaked tears spilling down her cheeks, when she’s looking up at me whenever I’m burying myself inside of her.

She looks at me, not like she loves me, but like she knows me. Like she needs me. Like I’m the entire fucking universe and she is just spinning helplessly in some uneven orbit. It’s fucking unbelievable.

So when I finally reach my end, and am collapsed on top of her, fighting for air, I’m also peppering soft, affectionate kisses on her neck while she giggles tiredly.

“You’ve been so warm and fuzzy lately. I’m into it.”

I snicker into her skin, blowing warm air across her throat. “Can you blame me? I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

She sat up slowly, pulling herself away from me.

“And I, you, my love.” She stood off the bed, eyes searching the floor for her panties. “It just kind of came on suddenly. You sure you’re okay?”

She was concerned, which caused a lead brick to form in my gut. It’s guilt. I feel guilty.

“I mean, I’m fine.” I tried to waive a nonchalant hand to brush it off, but she still quirked her eyebrow the way she does, telling me I’m not getting away that easy.

“Yeah? Not very convincing there, Sebastian.” Her tone is playful, but there’s something under it.

“Just been a weird couple of days.”

She was pulling her leggings on. “How so?”

She was still so casual, but I know Mileena. She needed to know.

“Well-“ But before I could continue, there was a a loud banging on the door.

I fully expected to hear Jolly, or Nick, but instead, Rachel’s high-pitched whine came through the door.

“We’re leaving in 5 minutes, Noah! With or without you!”

I saw the face Leena made in response to the thick attitude laced in Rachel’s voice. “Damn, I wonder what’s got her so crabby?”

I sighed, and turned my back toward her while searching for my shirt. “Who knows.”

Soundcheck took way too long today, having to continuously stop for minute inconveniences. One of the laptops crashed, so we were at a complete standstill for about fifteen minutes. In that time, Nick and I decided to take a second look at the set list, trying to switch things up.

“Guys?” We both looked up to see her, galloping toward us, a stressed look on her face. Rachel was wearing a low-cut tee today, with black cargo pants and army boots.

“Listen, this computer is giving us a hell of a time, and I just don’t trust it. Would one of you run out to the bus and grab the backup?”

Nick stood up straight and gave a military salute, before jogging off the stage toward the side door. I chuckled and shook my head, looking back down at the clipboard in my hand.

“Changing it up tonight?”

I scanned the paper over and over, not looking up at her. “Thinking about it.”

“Why not play a song you haven’t played in a while?”

I looked up at her. “Like what?”

She pursed her lips, thinking. “Worst in Me?”

I shook my head. “Song blows live. Plus, we haven’t performed it in years. I doubt any of us even remember how.”

“Well, you pulled off The Fountain a while back.”

The sharpness of her tone struck a cord, so I dropped the clipboard on the amp I sat on, and stood up.

“We did.” I stood tall. I felt challenged.

“So why not play something else from that album?”

Her eyes had something in them. It almost looked like malice.

“Because we only played that song for a very specific reason.”

She scoffed. I almost couldn’t believe I heard it, but there it was.

“For Mileena, right?”

This made me narrow my eyes. Folio was right, something is off about her.

“Yep. For Leena.” My words held no room for argument.

She nodded her head slowly, lolling her tongue around between her teeth, before turning on her heel and walking toward Nick, who had re-entered with the computer in hand.

Something in the pit of my stomach burned, in a very bad, terrifying way.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

The show ran relatively smoothly. Mileena and Laura stood at the rails, making it easy to come undone more while she watched. We had a good time with our set, goofing around and enjoying ourselves.

After, I made no effort to hang around the green room. I was tired, and all I could think about was Leena, in sweats, wrapped in a hotel comforter, braid in her hair, stuffing her face with a burrito while we watched Stranger Things. It sounded heavenly.

Evidently, the rest of the crew felt similarly, as everyone decided to journey back to the hotel together. It didn’t take long, a short ride over from the venue. I had opted to ride with Laura and Leena, nearly bouncing out of my seat while we talked about the show.

“The crowd was fucking awesome tonight!” I say in the middle of the backseat, leaning between the driver and passenger’s seats, my arm draped over to hold Leena’s hand.

“It’s because we were there.” Laura was confident in her statement, which made Leena and I crack up.

“Oh definitely. You screaming ‘Fuck it up Folio’ really got’em going Lo.”

The ride was easy, and even fun. It helped me ignore the growing anxiety in my stomach.

I had been trying to push it back to the depths of my brain, the conversation. I knew it had to happen, but I couldn’t decide when. Originally, I had planned to tell her when we got back to the hotel; rip the bandage off, so to speak.

My selfishness wanted to wait, have a nice, relaxing night with her before we got home, and I gave her the full rundown.

The scariest part of it all? I had not a clue how she would react.

Mileena was anything but the jealous type. She had watched meet and greets with girls hugging me way too long, interviews where the host flirted with me, concerts where I was literally grabbed by women. It never fazed her. She never let a slip of the eyes, or a twitch of the lips. She always just smiled and told me I was a rockstar. It’s normal.

So she would understand this, right?

Waiting in the elevator was painful. The bus had beat us back to the hotel, and we all ended up, once again, together rising through the hotel. I felt my chest release the breath I had been holding once the door opened. I took Mileena's hand in mine, walking us down the hallway, and headed into our room.

She made herself comfortable, kicking off her Converse near the side of the bed, and flopping down on the blankets.

"Ugh, I'm so tired."

I snorted, pulling my shirt over my head. "Oh, yes. I know you must be so wiped from standing."

She tossed a pillow at me, that I caught and tossed back at her, laughing in the process.

"Listen here, buddy, I've been at home with that demon baby you made, for months!"

I feigned shock, grabbing my chest. "Demon baby? Nah, not my Addie."

She stood back up off of the bed, grabbing her backpack and pulling out her pajama pants.

"Oh please, she's insane, and you know it."

I shrugged. "I mean, she's highly intelligent. She can't help it."

She shook her head and shimmied out of her jeans, but paused before she put her pants on, scrunching her nose.

"Could I ask for a big favor?"

I rolled my eyes dramatically. "Yes, Leena, I'll let you wear my sweats."

She smacked at me with her pants. "No, dork. Can I please shower first?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You want me to join you?" I smirked, sticking my tongue out of the corner of my mouth.

"No." She was abrupt, and my face fell. She let out a sheepish grin. "My period started this afternoon after you left. It's pretty horrendous. Real horror movie shit. I'd rather be alone for that."

I pressed my lips in a tight line and nodded. "Fair enough."

I personally didn't care if she was bleeding, and she knew that, but she did, at least for the first few days, and I respected that.

She tip-toed over to me, and pressed a light kiss on my cheek, smiling sweetly. "Thank you, baby!" She scurried to the bathroom and hollered before shutting the door. "Out in a few!"

I sighed, sitting on the bed, and turned the TV on, flipping to the option for the streaming networks, pulling up Netflix and getting the show ready. I then pulled the fridge door open to see it was understocked, only one water bottle left, and no sodas.

"Babe?" I called from the bed, and made my way toward the bathroom. "The mini fridge is bare. I'm going to run down to the lobby and grab stuff from the snack bar."

"Ginger ale please!" She called from the shower.

"You got it."

I slipped my shirt back on and left the room, making my way toward the lobby. The snack bar was full of food, drinks, and regular amenities.

I grabbed myself a Dr. Pepper, a ginger ale for her, a 3 Muskateers, a bag of skittles, and four water bottles. After telling the attendant to charge it to my room, I was headed back up. It wasn't until after I got off the elevator, plastic bag rustling the only sound around, did I hear the footsteps behind me. I ignored them, continuing my stride toward my room.

"Noah!"

The voice made me stop, and groan loudly. "You've got to be kidding me." I didn't even bother hiding my irritation.

I whipped around, nearly colliding with the body behind me.

"What do you want, Rachel?"

She stepped back, eyes wide. "Gosh, could you at least act like you don't hate me?"

I sighed loudly. "Your room isn't on this floor. What do you need?"

My impatience was clear, and it was meant to be.

"You're still ignoring me! You can't just pretend I don't exist. We work together."

"We're not working together right now. So, technically, yes I can." I turned to walk away, but her hand caught my arm.

"Noah, Jesus Christ!"

I was fed up, wound up, and fucking over this.

"What, Rachel?!" My voice was loud, but I didn't care. She was going to make me be mean to her, but I'd do what I had to, to get my point across.

She took a step toward me. "We never talked after the other night!"

"What the fuck is there to talk about?!"

To that, she looked offended. "Are you kidding? You're seriously going to sit here and act like the night at the club was nothing?!"

"It was nothing! Just because you dreamt up some crazed fantasy in your head about me, doesn't mean that anything that happened that night meant anything!"

She huffed, and I could see the tears welling in her eyes. I felt no sympathy.

"We had fucking fun, Noah! For once, I felt like you actually noticed me!"

My eyes had to mock something like disbelief, because she shrugged, wiping at her eyes.

"We've been working together a while now. I get anything and everything you need, always. I take care of you guys on tour. We spend every damn day together! And after all this time, you just feel nothing?!"

If my eyes were any wider, they may actually fall out of my skull.

"Are you kidding me?!" I took a step back. "That is your fucking job! That's what we fucking pay you for!"

"Oh, and the other night, when you fucking came to my room? That was just part of my job?!" She narrowed her eyes, an anger shining through. "I saw the way you looked at me, Noah. The car ride? The club?" She shrugged. "You didn't feel anything?"

I scrubbed my palm over my face. "No, Rachel! I didn't! I'm in a fucking relationship? What the fuck happened to respecting that?!"

"It's hard to respect when you're shoving it in my fucking face!"

"Shoving it in your face?! Since when does the fucking world revolve around you?!" I squeezed my eyes shut. "For fucks sake, Rachel! You've lost it, or something."

"I know you fucking thought about it, Noah. Tell me you fucking didn't."

For no good reason whatsoever, I was frozen again. Her voice, her eyes on me, she had me fucking cornered. Because if I said no, I was lying. If I said yes, I was an asshole. I wasn't sure which I preferred in that moment.

Her lips curled in a vicious smile. "You did. You wanted to come in that night. You wanted me."

She was fucking sick. Insane. Out of fucking control.

I let my voice fall flat and even. "Rachel, I'm going to warn you, you're playing a dangerous game here." I straightened my spine, standing much taller than her. "And I will remind you, I am your employer."

She shook her head. "You going to fire me for telling you I have feelings for you? After you ogled me half-naked? Yeah, that'll go over well."

My jaw dropped. What the fuck? How the fuck did I get here?

I just wanted to lay in bed, snuggle my girl, and eat fucking candy and junk food. I wanted my daughter, and my dog, and my house. I wanted to not be here. I could feel my throat closing.

"Look, I'll give you space. But, just think about it, okay?"

And with that, she turned around and made her way back down the hallway.

I'm not sure how long I stood there, stoic and frazzled, trying to urge myself to move. I was one foot in the grave if I didn't get ahead of this. I needed to talk to Nick, or Jolly, or Folio, or Sumerian, or a lawyer. I let the gears in my head slowly start again before I finally managed to turn around back toward my room.

I took a deep breath, attempting to gather myself before I slipped the card in and pushed the door open.

"Care to explain that?"

Her voice was hard, cold, concrete. She stood, hair still dripping, my Shippuden tee shirt hanging loose around her shoulders, arms crossed tightly across her body.

"I...I uh," My voice came out stuttered and choked. I didn't have the right words to form. "She...I....We...." It wasn't working. I was trying so hard, but I was stuck.

"Hurry up, Noah. You've got thirty fucking seconds."

I stood corrected. I was already in my grave.

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Chapter 2: She's a Sweet Girl

“Morning, Lottie.” V yawns, patting Charlotte’s ass as she slides past her to pour a cup of coffee. “You’re up early, Alan got you on the morning shift today?”

Charlotte shakes her head, checking the time and grabbing the oven mitts from the drawer. V pushes herself up onto the counter as she watches her cousin take a tray full of brownies out of the oven, cringing when the door creaks then slams shut. “Nope, I don’t work today. But I’ve got some errands I wanna run.”

“Like what?”

“Like, take some brownies to the Gallagher kids cause my introduction to them was pretty shitty. Hopefully have some left over to give Mandy so I can apologize again for going on a date with her boyfriend-”

“Absolutely not.” Veronica jumps down from the counter to grip her cousin’s shoulders. “The Gallagher kids are fine, as long as you’re not talking about Lip. And you’re not going to give apology brownies Mandy Milkovich so she can knock them out of your hands and kick your ass for fuckin’ with Lip. Which I warned you not to do, by the way. Move.”

Charlotte shuffles out of the way, so Veronica can get two plates and place two of the brownies out for them. “I thought you were just being a protective big cousin.” she pouts.

“Oh, baby girl, I was. But there’s plenty of nice guys for you to date. Just…not on the southside. Maybe wait for when me and Fi take you to the club at the end of the week. The guys out there will eat you up. And they won’t be some broke ass fuck boy who’s got at least thirty pregnancy scares under his belt with two girlfriends. For now, promise me that you won’t go to Mandy Milkovich’s house, because that bitch is crazy, and I don’t wanna have to go to jail.”

Charlotte nods quietly, popping a piece of brownie into her mouth and offering her cousin a small smile when she kisses her cheek.

At the time Charlotte had thought she’d been telling Veronica the truth. She’d been keeping up her other promise and hadn’t spoken to Lip since that night. Not that he’d been trying that hard to get her attention. It had been about a week since the night of their not date and the most he’d done when they ran into each other was stare at her and then nod in acknowledgement. To which Charlotte would whip her head in the opposite direction and ignore her irritation at the chuckle he always gives.

She wanted to give him a piece of her mind. Tell him he’s not that great and that she thinks it's crappy what he did. Mandy had looked so sad. Very angry. But still…sad. But for some stupid reason, for the like, two seconds she let her eyes lock on his intense blue ones, she felt her heart race. So, when she sees him leaving the house at the same time as her, she ducks back in so she won’t run into him. When he and his siblings are playing around outside, she stays away from the window. And for the four times a week he’d stop at her job just to sit at a table and smirk at her while having a drink, talking to all of the girls but her, she shook her head and ignored him, paying extra attention to the customers on the opposite side of the room.

But still. She thought about that kiss. A lot. As short as it was, he’d made it count. Held her close, bit her lip, controlled her jaw. Of course he’s a jerk. Nice guys don’t kiss like that.

Charlotte felt guilty.

And that’s how she ended up in the Gallagher’s living room with Debbie, carrying their share of the brownies and looking over her shoulder nervously. “Are you sure your brother’s not here?”

“No, Lip left an hour ago. Probably won’t be back until tonight.” The redhead shrugs, shoving a couple brownies into her backpack. She looks at Charlotte, tilting her head. “Are you sleeping with Lip?”

“What? No.” Charlotte gasps at the little girl.

“Oh. But you want to?”

“No, Debbie-”

“I think he thinks you’re pretty.” the little girl continues. “The other day, he was supposed to be helping me put up the Christmas decorations, and you left your window open. Do you see any Christmas decorations up?”

Charlotte feels her cheeks heat, offering the little girl a small smile. “Honey, that doesn’t mean anything, he might’ve just gotten busy.”

“Lip never offers to help put up decorations. Ian always does it with me.”

The older girl tries to shake off any flattery she feels and runs a hand through her hair. “Well, maybe he’s feeling in the spirit this year. But, hey, Debbie, do you happen to know where Mandy lives? This other batch of brownies is for her.”

“What?” Debbie’s eyes widen. “You can’t go there. Mandy’s gonna kill you. Then you can’t teach me how to make these brownies.” she whines.

“She’s not gonna kill me, Debbie. At the end of the day, Mandy is a woman, I’m a woman, and we girls have a code.”

“A code?”

“Yeah,” Charlotte smiles, tightening her jacket. “Girl code has rules about things like this, and guys like your brother. He’s Mandy’s and I respect that. And she’ll respect me for respecting that. And issues of loyalty should be taken up with Phillip.”

“Phillip?” Debbie shakes her head, putting on her jacket. “Right. Well, she lives on South Trumble Ave. good luck, I hope she doesn’t kill you, I think you’re nice.”

Charlotte doesn’t know what she was expecting the house to look like. The gate didn’t look that different from the one at the Gallagher’s. But there was broken glass, abandoned beer cans and glass scattered in the front lawn. She stepped over everything she passed as she went up the walkway, knocking on the door.

“Who the fuck is it?!” A deep voice calls from inside.

Charlotte jumps, slightly, taking a deep breath before calling back, “Um…I’m Charlotte. Charlotte Fisher.”

“You a cop?” the voice growls.

“No…?”

The door clicks open, and an older man with a dirty wife beater and boxers opens it, beer in hand. “You here for one of my boys? Mickey?”

“Uh-”

“You pregnant?”

She gasps, looking down at her stomach before back at the man. “No! I’m…I’m here to see Mandy.”

“Hm. Fine.” He grunts, unlocking the screen door before retreating back into the house. Charlotte assumes she’s granted permission to enter, and wanders inside. “Mandy, you’ve got company, I’m headed out!”

“I’m fuckin’ coming!” Mandy calls from somewhere else in the house.

Charlotte scoots out of the way as the older man shoves past her out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Straightening, she grips the brownie tray firmly, awaiting Mandy’s entrance.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were gonna come by today-” Mandy smirks as she emerges from her room, her smile falling as soon as she sees Charlotte. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. What the hell are you doing here bitch?”

“Oh-kay, you’re still upset, you have every right to be, but don’t you think the person you should be mad at is Phillip?”

“Phillip?” the girl hisses.

“What is Lip here?” another voice calls. Ian stumbles out of another room, another guy, pale with dark hair following behind him. “Oh, Charlotte, no.”

“Charlotte, huh?” the pale guy asks, lighting a cigarette. “I don’t know Mandy, she doesn’t look like a boyfriend stealin’ skank bitch. She brought brownies.”

Charlotte’s brows furrow. “Are you telling people that?”

“It’s what you are.” Mandy crosses her arms. Ian quietly stands between the two girls, whispering under his breath to a very agitated Mandy. The pale guy steps around to grab a brownie, taking a sniff before biting it.

“S’good. You look a little clean for that prick, Lip. You rebellin’ or something?”

Charlotte shifts on her feet, holding out her hand for him to shake, “Um, no, I’m Charlotte Fisher by the way. And I’m not a boyfriend stealing-”

“Skank bitch.” the guy finishes, clasping her hand and shaking it roughly.

“And I don’t…don’t want anything to do with Phillip Gallagher.”

“You better not, bitch.” Mandy calls over Ian’s shoulder before whipping around and stalking back into the room, slamming the door behind her.

“Yeah, I don’t love the name calling, but tell her these brownies are for her…?”

“Mickey.”

“Okay. Mickey, nice to meet you. Have as much as you like.” Charlotte zips her jacket and starts heading out of the door.

Mickey nudges Ian and murmurs quietly, “Your brother really fucking that?”

Ian smiles, pressing a kiss into Mickey’s cheek as he pulls on his own jacket to follow the girl out. “Not yet, why, you want a crack at it?”

“Nah, too sweet for me, give me a toothache. I like my bitches tough like you, Army.”

“Yeah okay, I’ll be back later.”

“Charlotte! Charlotte, hey!” Ian calls, chasing the girl up the street. He catches up pretty easily, she’s short and clearly wanders like she doesn’t know where she’s going, leaving her primed for any of the sick fucks out here. V and Fiona would kill him if he let her walk around in this skimpy skirt looking doe eyed and lost. “What’re you up to? Headed home?”

“Oh, hi Ian! I don’t know, guess I’m trying to find somewhere to hang out. V’s busy filming and I really don’t wanna spend the afternoon oiling her down and have weird guys on the internet ask me to bend over for an extra fifty. I don’t work today, and I’m bored. Guess I was kinda hopin’ if I apologized to Mandy again she’d forgive me and wanna be friends.”

“Oh, uh,” Ian sucks in air between his teeth. He feels bad for the girl, her big brown wide eyes screamed innocence, and girl power and whatever the fuck else bullshit that Fiona tries to teach Debbie. And Mandy is his best friend, and Charlotte had read her right, if it had been anyone else, anyone but Lip, Mandy would’ve taken the girl under her wing. Mandy liked sweet things. But she loves Lip. “We could hang out, if you wanted. Watch a movie or something?”

“Phillip won’t be home?”

“No, no he won’t.”

“Is this the only type of movie you have?” Charlotte squeaks with her face tucked into Ian’s shoulder.

“Pretty much, bad part’s almost over, but you’re missin’ most of it.” the redhead chuckles, watching as the murderous man in the creepy mask chases his victim through an alleyway.

“Next time, I’ll bring you somethin’ else. Jesus, Debbie, Carl and Liam watch this?” She huffs, gripping at his shirt. Liam just snorts, mumbling to her it’s safe to look and cackling loudly when she realized he was lying when she saw guts and blood spattered on the pavement. “Okay. That’s it.” Charlotte snatches the remote and pauses the movie. “Let’s talk.”

“About what?”

“Um,” the girl smiles, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Your boyfriend’s cute. Mickey.”

Ian’s eyes widen as he whips his head to the door of his room, making sure nobody comes in. “H-how’d you know that he was…”

“The way you look at him. The way he looks at you. All of the above.” she chirps, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“What like we wanna fuck each other? It’s obvious?” he chuckles.

Charlotte smiles at him, letting her head rest back on the wall. “A little. But I was talking about how you really look at each other. Like, I can tell you guys really have something good.”

“Yeah?” Ian grins back, chuckling quietly when she nods, poking his side. “What about you? You have somethin’ good going on? Don’t tell me my shithead brother was your first kiss or somethin’.”

“No,” she hums, pulling her phone out and scrolling through a bunch a pictures, mostly of her and V to find a picture of her and some guy. “My ex boyfriend, Tyler. Broke up a while ago, but we’re still friends. Nice guy.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’d you break up?”

“His parents wanted him to go away to school, learn the business and stuff, thought I was a distraction. He wanted to get a job and get married.” Charlotte toys with the fabric at the bottom of her shirt. “I agreed with his parents.”

Ian nods quietly, “Nice of you to think of his future.”

“Good thing I did too. He found out that he was gay. And now we’re best friends, we talk every day.” she smiles down at the picture on her phone before shoving it back into her pocket.

“Oh, well, is your best friend gonna be worried about me takin’ his spot or somethin’?” he teases, nudging her.

“He’s not the jealous type. Why do you wanna be my friend, Ian Gallagher?” Charlotte cheeses, leaning over him with bright eyes, giggling when he offers her a bright smile back.

“Yeah. Why not?”

“Why not?”

“Why not what?” Both Ian and Charlotte’s eyes both shoot over to the doorway where Lip stands, tossing a bag on the floor crossing his arms. “Barkin’ up the wrong tree, sweetheart.”

Charlotte huffs, sitting back on the bed and looking away from Lip, placing a hair tie in her mouth and gathering her hair up to make a ponytail.

“I came up here to let you know the kids are home. It’s your night to figure out dinner.” Lip continues as Charlotte hops up, hair bouncing in his face as she scoots past him without so much as a glance. “Where’re you goin’?”

He’s met with silence and sends Ian a look. Ian sighs, rolling his eyes before calling out, “Hey, Lottie, where are you headed?”

“Downstairs, promised Debbie I’d teach her how to bake brownies.” her sweet voice carries into the room. Lip scoffs and smooths a hand down his face.

“Lottie? What the fuck?”

“What?” Ian shrugs, tugging on his shoes, ignoring his brother’s glare. “She knows I’m gay.”

“And what? So you guys are just friends now?”

“Yeah pretty much.” the redhead shrugs again.

“Um, yeah, you get what she’s trying to do here, don’t you?” Lip shakes his head, snagging a cigarette from behind his ear and lighting it. “Hanging out here all day, baking brownies with Debbie. She’s trying to get my attention.”

“Well, it’s worked hasn’t it? You make us sleep with the blinds open so you can make sure she gets in every night after work. Go to her job almost every time she works-”

“Fuck you, what’re you her brother now?” Lip sniffs, leaning against the desk. “She ask about me?”

“Just to make sure you weren’t home.” Ian sighs, putting on his jacket. “Why don’t you let this one go, alright? Mandy’s still pissed and she’s actually sweet. Just uh, get your dick wet with someone else, alright? I’m askin’.”

“Jesus, I’m not doin’ anything. I’m not trying to touch your fuckin’ pillar of purity, alright. If she’s gonna be around I just wanna be cool.”

“Yeah, okay.” the younger brother scoffs, brushing past his brother and out of the door. Lip follows his brother down the steps and then swings into the kitchen where Debbie is standing at a mixing bowl with Charlotte next to her.

“If you beat it too much it’ll get all gross and soupy, we want it to be thick-” brown eyes lock on blue before going back to the task in front of her. “And cake-y. Then we can put it in the oven. You’re doing really great, Debbie.”

“Thanks, Lottie.” Debbie smiles, scraping the spoon on the side of the bowl.

“That looks good, Deb, can’t wait to try it.” Lip says, leaning on the opposite side of the counter, eyeing the girl refusing to look at him. He let his gaze trace her features, big bright eyes, covered with long curled, dark lashes. Smooth cheeks with deep dimples, shining smile with plump, glossed lips.

“Thanks, I hope they taste like Charlotte’s.”

Lip runs a hand through his hair as his chest tightens watching the older girl sweep some of the chocolate from his sister’s cheek, looking even more intently as she presses her thumb between her lips, sucking the chocolate off. “Yeah, um, Debs, why don’t you go do your homework?”

“But I’m making brownies with Charlotte!” the girl whines, stomping her foot.

“Debbie-”

“It’s okay, Debbie, I’ll finish up and if Fiona says it’s okay, I’ll bring over one of my favorite movies and we can eat some together, alright?”

Debbie brightens at the promise immediately, quickly hugging the girl before running past to go do her work, not forgetting to flip off her brother as she goes.

“Nice, Debs.” Lip nods slowly. He turns back to Charlotte who’s dumping the brownie batter into the tray. “Hangin’ out with my family now?”

He’s met with silence for a moment, and he resigns to himself that maybe she’s serious about ignoring everyone but him. “They’re nice…and mine is busy.” Lip’s eyes widen as her voice rings out in the kitchen, her eyes still refusing to meet his as she scrapes the bowl. “You apologize to Mandy yet?”

“Yeah, if givin’ her some good head is an apology.” he jokes, sweeping some chocolate out of the bowl and popping his finger into his mouth. He’d expected her to cringe at his crass joke, wrinkle her nose or something. But she just tilts her head, resting her elbows on the counter and looking him in the eyes.

“Does she? That’s what matters.”

“Shit. That really bothered you.”

Charlotte’s look does not falter, her lips pursed. “I don’t like being part of hurting people. And I don’t like being tricked. I wanted to be friends.”

Lip takes in the girl’s face. Her pretty features are set sternly. A little line has formed between her brows. It looked like that night. “You’re not a nice guy, Phillip Gallagher.” Lip didn’t like that look. He liked the bright eyes and dimpled smile she’d given him before she’d found out about Mandy. He liked having her eyes on him.

He pushes off of the counter and makes his way around the island, backing her against the counter. He’s close, trapping her with one of his hands on each side of her, careful not to touch her. “Yeah? You wanted to be my friend?” he murmurs lowly.

“Yeah.” she speaks back softly, still not backing down, brows still furrowed.

“You don’t wanna be my friend anymore, cutie?” he asks, leaning down, pushing so close his nose is almost touching hers.

“No.” she whispers. “Not like this. Real friends. Friends, Phillip. M’not gonna help you cheat on your girlfriend. But…I liked hanging out with you. I wanna do it with Mandy’s permission.”

Lip doesn’t know what the fuck is wrong with him. Any other girl and he’d say fuck off. He’d say it wasn’t worth all of this hassle and he doesn’t care if their friends, strangers, fucking, whatever. But something in his stupid brain said he wanted to keep Charlotte around. He’d chalked it up to thinking with his dick over the last few days. He’d figured the princess had flounced her little ass under his skin and he just hadn’t gotten to fuck her out of his system. He kept thinking about her, Ian was right. Shits been on loop. The kiss. Her in that uniform. Her smile. Her eyes. Fuck. When he went back to apology fuck Mandy he’d kept his eyes shut tightly, hoping that he could imagine that it was her pinned to the bed under him but all that caused was for him to cum faster. Maybe, he needed to take her as she was willing to give…and wear her down. “You gonna stop ignorin’ me?”

“Are you gonna ask your girlfriend for permission?” She asks, planting her hands on his chest and pushing him back, huffing when he doesn’t move, only leaning more weight on her hand. “Yes?”

“Fuckin’ fine. You’re lucky you're so damn cute.” Lip rolls his eyes, grabbing the girl’s chin, tugging her closer and pressing his lips to her cheek, giving it a longer than necessary kiss and sighing when she squirms away. “What friends don’t kiss now?”

“Not until friends let their girlfriends know that they are friends.” Charlotte shrugs, beaming at him.

“What?”

The timer goes off for the brownies, filling the kitchen and the space she’s put between them. “Great, they're done. Debbie!”

#lip gallagher #ian gallagher #fiona gallagher #kevin ball #veronica fisher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #shameless #debbie gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #phillip gallagher

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Gifting your Husband Boudoir Photos

for your Anniversary

Featuring the MSBY Black Jackals

MSBY Black Jackals including Alexandre Joffe and Oriver Barnes x Female Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content

A/N: real talk, writers block and diminishing self-confidence in my writing has got me struggling. So please accept my these hcs whilst I work on others!

Shoyo Hinata

This absolute angel omg

It was via your friends suggestion that you make something for Shoyo to “take on the road”

You planned to take the photos right before your anniversary to surprises him

The photos turned out amazing and you looked incredible!

So why were you so nervous?

It’s not like your husband had never seen you like this

Maybe it was because the camera always seemed to add pounds and make every angle unflattering

Your photographer swore the pictures turned out amazing and since the photographs weren’t ready until the day of your anniversary, you didn’t get a chance to look at them

You quietly handed the box to Shoyo as he smiled at you

“What did you get me baby?” He asked as you shrugged and blushed

He carefully opened it, seeing the eloquent wrapping and album

“Is this an album of my greatest moments?” He joked as he slowly turned the cover over and opened the first page

He immediately slams it shut, eyes wide 😳

He looks at you, face bright red and slowly opens the book again

Please he has to check to make sure he’s not dreaming Yn 🤭

“I-I thought it would be something nice for you to have when you travel,” you say, playing innocently with your fingers in your lap

Your husband doesn’t hear you Yn, man’s is too busy scrolling the pages of your masterpiece

“Do you like it? I know some of the angles might not be that good-”

“YN these are all so fucking perfect, god you’re so perfect! I love you so much!” He says, grabbing you and hauling you into his lap

“Are they really that good?” You ask as you begin to look at the magnificent pictures in front of you

“Are you kidding Yn? How do you expect me to share a room with any of the guys when I have this book to look at?” Shoyo groans as you laugh

Don’t worry Yn, your husband is well taken care of

Shion Inunaki

I 100% know this man is so funny

Legit he’s probably the comic relief the Jackals need

This man doesn’t take life to seriously and neither do you

Matter of fact, you two often play pranks on each other

Lighthearted and fun tricks that keep things fun and keep your marriage entertaining

That’s why you decided to surprise your husband with the gift that keeps on giving

Pictures of you 🥰

You always joke with him about how he has a literal slideshow screensaver of you

So you thought you’d give him some “new material” 😌

“Geez Yn what’s in this box a brick?” Your husband says unwrapping the giant box

“Yes Shion because nothing says ‘I love you’ like a brick,” you say, rolling your eyes

Your husband laughs, opening the tissue paper to see a white photo album

“Awe babe you redid our wedding album?” he says opening the book

What a naive boy 😅

His eyes widen when he sees the first photo, instantly shutting it and looking around

You sit there, a huge smirk on your face as your husband eyes lock with yours

“YN you’re naked in these!” He whisper shouts as you burst out laughing

“Just thought you’d like a little inspiration to think about during a game,” you winked as your husband carefully thumbed thought every single page

“The fact that you think I’ll ever be able to focus on volleyball again with you looking like this, fuck YN!” He said as he studied every picture

“I mean, I have the outfits if you need more inspiration,” you said

Your husbands eyes snapped up and he quickly stood, grabbing your hand and tugging you to your bedroom

“Fuck those photos, I want the real thing!”

Atsumu Miya

This man wants to show his gorgeous wife off to every single person he knows

“Hey there, nice to meet you! This is my beautiful wife YN Miya!”

“Hey, great spike! Have I told you about how amazing my wife YN Miya is?”

Atsumu is that flashy husband who is so incredibly proud of you in everything you do

So when you surprise him with the gift of boudoir photos

Oh boy 🥵

This man will absolutely D I E on the spot

“What’s this princess?” Your husband asks as he opens the gift

“Since you won’t be around for our anniversary, I wanted to give you my gift a little early,” you say, smiling brightly

He opens the gift, while simultaneously talking

“Babe, I haven’t had a chance to get you a gif- 😳,” your husband stops, mid sentence as he stares at the photos in front of him

Man’s is silent

Yn you better take a picture for Samu and Suna because you know they are going to want to see a speechless Atsumu 😂

“Yn is this you?” He asks

You 👉🏻😐 who else would it be?

“Baby, seriously? Fuck are these even real?? This is an illusion, pinch me I’m dreaming,” he says

Say less, you run and pinch him take every chance you get Yn!

“Ouch! Well shit, I guess I’m not dreaming! Babe, fuck you look incredible!” He says, drooling on page after page of your gorgeous figure

“You like them?” You say, all giddy

“Are ya kidding me? Can we make canvas prints of these? I we need one over our bed and over the fireplace, hell we need one in every room!” He says taking out his phone and taking pictures

“Babe, what are you doing?” You ask as he carefully turns the pages

“Taking photos for a slideshow! No way I’m traveling with this piece of artwork!” He says as you laugh, kissing your husband

Kiyoomi Sakusa

The man who does not expect it at all

His sweet, innocent wife doing such a grand gesture for him??

It took a lot of courage for you to do these and you were looking forward to sharing them with your husband

You’d always been proud of the way you looked and so was Kiyoomi

He loved you so much and practically worshipped you

On your anniversary, you decided to surprise him with the photos

You’d been married for a year now and he had been traveling a lot for the Jackals

You missed him and wanted to give him something incredibly special 🥰

“YN, what the heck? This box is huge!” He said, grabbing it from you as you sat next to him and smiled

“I wanted to give you something special Omi, something nobody else in the world has!” You smiled

“Damn, something nobody else has?” He said, unwrapping the box and taking out the book

He unties the ribbon and slowly opens to the first page

A hand written note says “To the love of my life, Happy Anniversary! Love YN”

“Awe babe, you didn’t-” he says before immediately stopping, his breath hitching at the sight of the first photo

“He looks at the photo, then at you, then back to the photo

Then he turns the page to look at another photo before setting the album down in front of him, wiping his hand down his face

“Kiyoomi, don’t you like them?” You asked as his shocked eyes meet yours

“YN, liking them isn’t the problem. I need to prepare myself to look at such beauty,” he says as you giggle

He picks up the book and carefully looks at every page, groaning when he sees a particular picture he likes

He carefully sets the book down, picking up his phone and opening his texting app

“What are you doing Omi?” You ask

“Texting captain that I won’t be in tomorrow, because there’s no way I can be expected to practice with those images plastered in my mind.”

Kotaro Bokuto

Hype husband for life

Literally this man gets so excited the minute he sees you

He’s the idiot that’s frantically waving to you in the crowd screaming “THATS MY WIFE!”

Literally he’s so in love with you YN 🥹

So when you gift him boudoir pictures

Oh lawd YN watch yourself 😂

Literally this man will just sit and watch you undress, eyes glimmering

How do you think he will react?

“A present for me?” Your husband screeches as you giggle and hand it to him

He immediately rips it open, zero chill ✋🏻

“Ko calm down its delicate!” You say as he looks at you

“You got me something delicate? YN didn’t Akaashi say never to get me anything that could break?” He says as you laugh

“Not that kind of delicate Ko, just open it slowly,” you say as your husband nods and carefully opens the book

“Ohh I love books Yn!” He says opening the book wide, his eyes landing on a stunning picture of you holding a sheet over your nude body

He quickly slammed the books shut, gulping loudly as sweat forms on his brows

“YN uhh- did you know you’re naked in these photos?” He says as you laugh

“Yes Ko, I took boudoir photos just for you!” You say

“For me?” He beams as he opens the book again and studies every single page

“Baby, you are so pretty! I can’t believe how beautiful you are!” He says as you gush at how adorable he is

“Awe I’m glad you like them Ko!” You say, squeezing his bicep

“I like them a lot, actually so much that I uh-kind of have a problem now,” he says as you see the very prominent issue appearing his his grey sweatpants

“Come on silly, let me help you with that!”

Adriah Tomas

Another man who just worships his wife

He’s like SIX FOOT SEVEN INCHES tall Yn 🥵

Ugh he’s such an attentive and supportive husband

Literally going out of his way to help you with whatever you need

He works hard at practice then comes home and helps in whatever way he can

We love all the support!

So much so that you decided it was time to give him something special in return!

Adriah is the type of man to never ask for anything

He’s so hard to buy gifts for because like he never tells you he wants anything!

So for your 3 year anniversary, you decide to take matters into your own hands

By getting him a special gift, a gift only you can give him

Now unfortunately he was traveling for your anniversary so you couldn’t give him the gift in person

Instead you decided to send it to him 🙃

He had no idea it was coming, so when he got back to his hotel room, he opened it, smiling when he saw it was from his gorgeous wife

Immediately he opened the book, peering at the first picture and slamming the book closed

His eyes widen as he frantically searched for his phone, FaceTiming you as quickly as he could

“Hey babe!” You answered nonchalantly

“YN what he heck are you doing sending me this?” Adriah said in a whisper shout

“What you don’t like it?” You said, big puppy dog eyes on display

“Baby, I fucking love it but god, what if the guys had seen this!” He said quickly peeking at some of the other pictures in the book and groaning

“Well then they would know how hot your wife is,” you said shrugging

“Babe, nobody gets to see you like this except for me ok?” He said as you laughed

“Adriah I know! I just wanted you to have something special while you were on the road,” you said as he smiled back

“I love it baby, thank you but do you think you might have to sometime to umm, FaceTime for a while,” he said, blushing as you smirked

“Don’t worry hun, I’ll help take care of you.”

Shugo Meian

This man THIS MAN 😩

Ugh god YN you are one lucky lady let me tell you!

This man is such an all star husband

Seriously, he is incredible!

Literally so supportive and your #1 fan no matter what you do!

He travels a lot but he always makes time for you, whether it be sending a text or FaceTiming

He even sends gifts and flowers just to make sure you know he’s thinking of you

Your husband was coming back from a few weeks on the road and you decided to surprise him with a boudoir photo shoot for your anniversary

Oh but you didn’t stop there Yn, no you pictures you most favorite picture and made a whole full size canvas of that baby 😍

You hung it up, above your bed as a big surprise for your husband

You knew he’d be coming home so you “pretend”to be busy in your master bedroom so you’d get to see his reaction first hand

“Babe, where are you?” Your husband said, bag hitting the floor as he immediately searched for you

“I’m the bedroom love!” You shout as you heard the door open

“You didn’t greet me at the door- HOLY SHIT!” He said, stopping in his tracks as he peered at the giant canvas of your gorgeous figure above your marital bed

“Surprise!” You shout, your husbands mouth falling slack ad he just stares

“Shugo, hello? Earth to Shugo!” You said approaching him as you waved your hand in front of his face

“YN is that really you?” He asked as you laughed and nodded

He grabbed you close, eyes still locked on the portrait

“Fuck baby, you look incredible! That’s my gorgeous wife holy crap!” He said as you grabbed the rest of the photos on the bed and handed them to him

“Here’s the rest of the prints from the photo shoot,” you said as he flipped through the pages, drool practically falling from his open mouth

“Damn baby! Are you trying to push me to retire or what?” He said as you laughed and hugged him

“Nah just trying to give you a little incentive to keep coming home to me,” you said as he hugged and kissed you

“Baby that’s one thing you’ll never have to worry about.”

Alexandre Joffe

Our resident skyscraper

God what an incredible addition to MSBY

Kudos to the drafting team for that one and high fives to our queen for bagging this hot ass man 🥵

Literally he’s so in love with you Yn it’s kind of gross

Like I totes see him as one of those guys who just loves to relax and chill at home, watching movies or shows all day

Hes also one of those guys who will give you 500 kisses before leaving you to go on the road

He hates leaving for so long and you hate it too

So that’s why , for your first anniversary you decided to surprise him with a special something

A friend of yours had done boudoir photos for her husband and suggested them to you

You immediately booked an appointment and got the photos done

Alexandre was set to leave the next day so you decided to surprise him before he left

“Babe what’s this? Our anniversary isn’t for a few weeks yet,” he said slowly unwrapping the gift

“I know but you won’t be here for our anniversary and well, I wanted you to have it for on the road,” you said smiling

He smiled back, leaning over to kiss you as he opened the gift

“A photo album?” He questioned as you nodded

He looked confused but went with the flow anyways

Then he opened it and immediately his eyes shot open, hands planting on both sides of the kitchen counter as he leaned over to look at your gorgeous body

You watched as he studied the pictures for what seemed like hours

“So?” You asked, playing with your fingers nervously

“So I’m wondering how much of a fine I’ll get if I fly out in a few days vs tomorrow,” he said, quickly grabbing you and hoisting you over his shoulder

“Alexandre! What the hell?” You laughed as he hauled you to the bedroom, stopping as he turned around quickly grabbing the book

“Can’t forget this!” He said as he ran with you and the book to your bedroom

Oriver Barnes

This man is so chill, I adore him!

He just seems like the kind of guy to take life one day at a time

He’s also like 6’9” so like 🫡

Honestly I’m so sick of you Yn 😐

This man is such a sweet and loving husband

The kind who would literally lay down in a puddle of mud and let you walk over him in order to keep your feet dry

He’s always opening doors, holding your hand and kissing your forehead

A giant sweetheart!

He works so hard and you think he deserves a special something

You pondered for a while what you could possibly gift your sweet husband

You wanted something special and unique

That’s when the idea to do a boudoir shoot came to you

Your husband always told you he loved when you wore lingerie so why not give him pictures he could cherish forever

Especially one very special image of you, naked in his MSBY Jersey 👀

Oof he will simply die YN

In fact, you had the print made into a canvas for your bedroom

You came out of the room, giant canvas wrapped up and handed it to your husband

“YN what is this?” He said taking the large wrapped gift and laying it on the counter

“Just a little something,” you said as you husband took a bit of his food and opened his gift

His eyes widened as he began to choke on his food, coughing

“Babe are you ok?” You asked as your husband nodded quickly, eyes widening as he saw your form spread on the canvas

“Angel, fuck you look incredible in my jersey! Fuck look at you,” he said, gently caressing the canvas as he studied it

“You like it? I thought we could put it in our bedroom!” You said, smiling

“Are you kidding? Im carrying this everywhere I go Yn!” He said, hauling it under his arm and grabbing your hand as you giggled”

“Where are we going?” You laughed

“To get my jersey, I need to see Mrs. Barnes in it right now!”

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kaylinlmao · 1 year

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could you do yandere! poly! TBP boys x reader when someone is sexually harassing you (I only say this because I need some more comfort while this is going on)

I'm so sorry that this is happening. The world is fuxked up. I'll try to make it super long to maybe make you smile. That's all I wanna do with these stories is make friends and make people smile! 😁 everyone in this fic is 18+

As I was walking down the halls, I heard someone whistle and say "looking good baby. Come down to my house. I'll show you what good sex is really like" He grabbed my arm and I saw it was Moose, the school bully. "No thank you." I said quietly, pulling my arm away from his grasp and walking off. "Why not? You already have 5 boyfriends! How can you even keep track, you slut?" I looked at the ground and ran out the double doors at the front of the building. I feel yucky. My arm doesn't feel good. He squeezed it too hard. I go slide down the wall on the side of the school.

He's right. I am a slut. I'm dating 5 boys. Billy, Bruce, Vance, Robin, and Finney. I never thought it was wrong to love so many people. My mom always said that I had a big heart full of love and that I should share it. So I do. She supports our poly relationship entirely. Even if my boyfriends do act a little weird, I still love them! Is that wrong? I understand that they don't act. Normal. I've had boyfriends before. I don't know where those guys went by the way. I woke up one morning to the news saying that they were missing and two weeks later they were found off the side of the freeway downtown.

I never really thought about it but over the past couple weeks they've been acting really off. I think I'll just avoid them until they move on to another girl. Yeah. Hailey says they're toxic anyways. The next day, Moose did the same thing. Asked me to go with him to the janitors closet, I declined, he called me a slut and a whore. I know, Moose. I know. The avoiding the boys wasn't going too good. I have at least one class with them everyday and they always demand I sit by them. Why would they want a slut to sit by them? Why would they want to date a whore?

I sat next to Donna in all the classes I had with her. Everything went smoothly until my class with Vance. I was sitting next to a girl named Maddi, who I had hung out with a couple of times when I saw Vance hovering over the desk. "You're in my seat." He said. "No she isn't! I want to sit by her today! I sit by you everyday!" I butted in. "Its OK, Y/N. I can move." Maddi said. "Yeah, Maddi here can move." Just then the teacher walked in. "Have a seat over here Vance." She said. It was a seat at the back farthest from the door. Perfect! Maddi and I were sitting at the desk closest to the door. That means I can sneak out of class before he can grab me!

After class was over, I got up and bolted out the door. As I was pushing through the doors to go outside, someone grabbed my wrist. Robin. He dragged me around the building to where the rest of them were. "Hey, I really have to go. I have a lot of homework" "Why have you been avoiding us, pretty girl?" Billy asked. "I haven't been!" "You have!" Vance said. "No I haven't! You guys have been avoiding me!" As they looked at each other confused, I took my chance to bolt. You are diabolical, Y/N. Absolutely diabolical. I got to my house and ran up to my room, shutting and locking the door. As I turned, I saw them climbing through my window.

"How did you get here so damn fast?!" "We ran, doll. You walked." I rolled my eyes. "Now, princesa. Cut the attitude and tell us why you've been avoiding us." "I wanna break up" I whispered. "What? No!" I heard a chorus of. "Why, baby?" Finney asked, looking heartbroken. I had a soft spot for all of them and I couldn't stand them getting hurt. Finney started to cry. I layed on the bed, his head buried in my neck and me stroking his hair "No no no. Finn, I'm sorry. I don't really wanna break up. It's just, Moose was sexually harassing me and calling me a slut so I figured it would be best to break up. And you guys are kinda toxic."

Finney looked at me with doe eyes. "Please don't leave us angel. We're sorry. We'll be better, right guys?" I felt so bad when Bruce said, "yeah darling. We'll be better." "And we'll help deal with Moose." Vance added. "Please don't leave us." Finney said again. "Ok." I sighed. "I won't leave you." "Ever?" "Ever" I agreed.

Little did I know that Finney was smirking over my shoulder.

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chapter two - READER

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I shouldn’t be nervous. Why am I nervous? I’ve been alone with my best friend plenty of times before. There was a time where we would hang out all the time before he got into a relationship. Now that he’s been single for the past six months, that gave us more time to be together.

Though, what’s different now is that I am in love with my best friend. And my he just so happened to be Nanami Kento, who’s standing outside in the living room while I frantically pick out what lounge set to wear.

Falling in love with Kento was never the plan. It just… happened. I’ve known him (along with Satoru and Suguru) since college, and between everyone, him and I became the closest. Probably because we’re the quiet ones of the group, so we found comfort in each other.

When Ken started dating Aleena, I was truly happy for him. I thought they paired well together. He’s more reserved and she’s bubbly, which is the energy he needed romantically.

Whenever he needed someone to talk to about Aleena, whether it was for advice or just to fawn over her, I was the person he came to. And I was okay with that at first. However, it wasn’t until last year these romantic feelings I had for Kento started developing.

Aside from what I knew about Kento (which is almost everything), I began seeing him in a different light. He’s a gentleman, extremely kind, caring, patient, reassuring… I could go on about him for days. Maybe months or years and I still wouldn’t get tired about saying why I love him.

I saw all the things he did for Aleena when they were together and I couldn’t help but wonder, what if that was me?

Don’t get me wrong, I adore Aleena. She’s an amazing woman, and we were somewhat friends when she and Ken were dating. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t envy her at times seeing she was loved on by him.

And I can admit that although Kento had his wrongdoings in their relationship, which I always told him, just to hear him confess his love and touch you with such delicacy would be an opportunity I would take at any given moment.

Will I ever tell him that? Absolutely not.

Yes, it hurts being in love with your best friend who’s still in love with his ex, knowing he’ll never return your feelings. But it would hurt even more if I told Kento how I felt, have him reject me, and possibly tarnish our friendship because of my one sided love.

So, I think I’m okay with keeping this secret to myself—Satoru and Suguru.

Suguru only knows because he actually tried hitting on me last year, but I politely declined and he figured I was in love with Kento. And Satoru? Well, he’s just nosey, but at least he somewhat knows how to keep a secret.

“Y/N, I’m… I’m a bit tired. I’m going to head home now.” I hear Kento say from afar while waiting in my living room.

Oh, no. I had him waiting too long. After the day I had at work and that freaking creep harassing me at the bar, all I wanted was to take a shower and freshen up a bit, but I probably should’ve waited after Ken went home.

I’ve already moisturized, so I quickly put on my yellow silk, pajama shorts set and hurry to the living room before he walks out the door. Though, from the looks of it, when I entered the space, he was still sitting down and waiting for me.

“Oh… I thought you were already gone,” I assumed.

“No. Not yet. I didn’t want to leave without seeing you. And so you could lock the door.”

I nod, tucking my coils behind my ear. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting for so long. But I know you said you were tired.”

“Yes, but I also don’t want to invade your space. You had a busy day—”

“No!” I shouted, cutting him off. I didn’t realize how frantic I sounded because of him leaving, but I quickly gathered myself together. “Sorry… I mean, no. I’m not… You’re not invading my space, Kento. I don’t mind if you stay. Well, I want you to.”

He looks at me with a dumbstruck expression and I’m only to blame due my sudden outburst when that’s not the norm for me. But after a few seconds, his face softens and acquiesces to my request.

“Okay,” he responds.

I give him a small smile. “We have a lot of catching up to do. Did you want a drink? I have your favorite whiskey.”

He lets out an airy chuckle that pricks goosebumps along my skin. Hearing Ken’s laugh before I fell in love with him was just a normal sound to me. Now, it deepens my affection for him because seeing him smile is one of my favorite sights.

“You know me so well, Y/N.”

“I do,” I say, pride rushing through my chest. “Did you want to finish talking about your brunch with Aleena?”

“There isn’t much to say from what I told you back at the bar. I just remember the conversation being left at why I should have sex to help me move on. According to Satoru.”

“‘Toru worrying about sex is the exact reason why he lost Camryn,” I teased. “So I don’t think getting relationship advice from me would be ideal.”

“And you?”

“And me, what?” I ask, handing him the glass of whiskey.

“Do you suggest having sex with others to alleviate a heartbreak?”

“Oh… uhm—”

“My apologies. I shouldn’t have asked. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I shake my head and quickly reassure him. “No, I’m not uncomfortable. It’s just… I’ve done that before… a few times.”

Whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on, or I guess you should say dick to cry on about Kento, I’d always find my way in someone else’s bed to mend the pain. It wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but it was better than being alone at night.

So, to some extent, I could understand why Satoru suggested that.

It wouldn’t work, though. Seeing how head over heels Kento is about Aleena, I doubt it.

He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, sitting up. “Who was stupid enough to break your heart?” You, but you don’t know that.

“Just past relationships,” I lied. “Anyways, it’s not a bad suggestion, but I don’t see you doing that, Kento. You’re more of an intimate partner, and an emotional connection is needed with you.”

“I’m glad someone understands me. According to Satoru, that shouldn’t matter.”

“Of course it doesn’t to him.”

He hums. “Would like to know what else he suggested?”

I feign a laugh. “What?”

“That I should have sex with you.”

My eyes nearly left my socket when I looked at Kento in pure disbelief.

One, I’m going to flip out on Satoru the next time I see him because I know he does this on purpose in hopes this will further my chances with Ken. Even earlier when he kept putting the spotlight on me at the bar.

And two, the embarrassment that I feel of hearing Kento repeat our big mouthed friend’s words has my mind and center going into a frenzy. I would be lying if I said I’m not sexually attracted to Ken. I masturbate to the thought of him, and I dream of having him between my legs.

But that’s as far as it will go. He’ll never see me that way or be attracted to me, so those dreams will remain in my head.

“Oh, wow… Did he?” I finally responded, nervously. “And what did you say?”

He sighs, taking a sip of his whiskey. “I told him that I value you as a friend.”

I don’t know why I expected otherwise.

“That was half the truth,” he admits.

“I’m not… following?” A shocked expression fell upon his face after realizing what said could possibly leave my mind with unanswered questions, causing him to let out a strained laugh.

“My apologies. I shouldn’t have said that.” He breaks eye contact and runs his hand through his blond locs–a habit Ken does when he shies away.

“Uh, no… it’s okay, but… I wouldn’t mind hearing the other side of the truth.”

Kento looks at me and opens his mouth to speak, but leaves me with nothing. Silence fills between us while we hold eye contact, and the thought of him possibly seeing me as more than just a friend takes over my mind. I mean, how else should I take what he said?

He only told Satoru half of the truth? So there’s a chance he sees me as more than a friend? Is it a romantic attraction or just physical? I’m not left to think any further before Ken closes space between us by finding my lips with his own.

For a moment, I think to myself, am I dreaming? Could I have had too many drinks tonight to where my fantasies start feeling like the real thing?

But no. How Kento slips his tongue into my mouth is very real, and his hand at my bare thigh to squeeze feels just as real. I truly cannot believe this is happening right now, to the point I didn’t take the moment to relish how soft his lips are. Way softer than I ever imagined.

However, me not kissing him back (because I’m still in shock) and my eyes remaining wide open causes him to stop and return our previous distance.

“Y/N, shit… I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he says. And because I am still in shock, I stare at him.

Ken kissed me.

I wasn’t dreaming. It was very real, but… what does this mean? Does he actually like me or is it liquor courage? Is it pathetic of me to not care whatever the case maybe? Probably, however, I’ll think about that at a later time.

Now? All I want to do is for once, do the unthinkable, which entrails me straddling Kento’s lap and returning the kiss.

This moment can easily be blamed on the amount of drinks we’ve both had, but how my heart is rapidly beating in my chest wouldn’t allow me to lie.

Kissing Ken is exactly what I’ve fantasized about every day—a form of tranquility. Kissing him feels like a stroll on the beach with only you and your lover occupying it, basking in the feel of the sand beneath your feet and the calmness of the ocean singing.

And I’m not one to take initiative when it comes to kissing or having sex, but tasting his lips is enough motivation. Though, I’m still tentative due to not knowing if he’s wanting this as much as I am, but my insecurity is quickly put to rest when he pulls my hands into his locs and his hands grip my hips.

The reserved Kento that I know is tucked away and he becomes greedy when massaging my lips. I gasp at how feral he becomes, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth to deepen our kiss.

I love him. I love him so much that it hurts, and whatever happens tonight… I know I’ll probably never get over him.

“Y/N,” he breathes. “We… we shouldn’t be doing this.” He says this but how his mouth stays on mine, firm grips on my hips to roll into his erection says otherwise.

“Why?”

He places his face in the crook of my neck to deeply inhale my scent and skim his nose along my flesh. “Can I… do what I want with you?”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“What would you do?” I ask.

“Are you wet?”

“Come find out.” My consent for Kento to have his way with me unlocked a side of him I’ve always wanted to see.

He quickly flips us over, where he’s above me and I lay beneath him, giving us a perfect view of each other. His hair that is usually slicked back is disheveled, and a crimson color spreads across his cheeks.

But what really caught my attention was his dick that’s straining against the front of his pants, nearly begging for some attention.

“Can I fuck you, Y/N?” His question pulls me from my musings and leaves me speechless.

So I answer with a nod.

My shorts are off a few seconds later along with my top, and I am left bare underneath Kento. My instincts kick in and I cover myself up with my arms, however, Ken pulls them off to place soft, wet kisses along my skin.

“Fuck… no, Y/N. You’re… so fucking perfect.” Kento is not one to curse, but swearing to emphasize his attraction to me has my pussy throbbing. “Just this one time… And we don’t have to ever discuss it again.”

Should I be surprised? No. Ken made it very clear that he only sees me as a friend, and despite me knowing this, a weight feels like it fell on my chest from the sudden pain that I’m feeling.

But I don’t care. I want to experience him. I want to know the type of lover Kento is so I can dream about it forever because this is my only chance.

So I’ll put my emotions on hold. I’ll fight back my tears. Whatever is necessary to have him the man I’m in love with inside of me.

“Okay… Just this once.”

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