#no one apologizes in the Hells it’s the HELLS

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader requested by multiple: doctor visit

The pediatrician's office is very bright.

Bright walls, bright furniture, bright toys. The hallway is painted a bright blue, dotted with wispy, spongey clouds, spiraling in patterns from floor to ceiling.

The exam room is not much better. It's yellow. Supposed to be soothing, you tell him. It's anything but.

The bright colors unsettle him, but he shoves it down. Swallows the gnawing anxiety brewing in the back of his mind, forces away the spiral attempting to swallow him whole. He falls back on what gives him comfort, what allows him to sleep at night, what makes him feel whole. The only one who doesn't make him feel torn to shreds. The one who can touch his bare skin without making him shake. You.

You're nervous too. It started when you got the baby undressed, and has only gone downhill from there. He can see it in the way you pace back and forth in the room, holding Ry to your chest, bouncing him, rubbing his back. There's dread scrawled into your expression, grim unease radiating from your bones.

"C'mere mama." He reaches, pulling your forearm and tugging you close, resting his chin on top of your head. You relax, but barely. "Everything's going to be alright."

"He hates shots."

"He's a baby, course he does. Can't blame 'im. Huh bub?" He strokes Orion's chubby and round cheek, tilting his head to press a kiss to your temple.

Someone knocks on the door, and it creaks open.

"Hi!" A young woman in a white coat smiles at them, giving Simon an odd look before stepping forward. He swallows the acid burning the back of his throat.

"Hey, Dr. Marsh." You greet weakly, face pinched. She says hello, and washes her hands, keeping a stream of chatter until she's seated on a rolling stool with an iPad in her hand.

"How's our big man?"

"Still big." You quip drily, and she laughs, glancing up at Simon. You look at him too, and then your mouth drops into a little o. "Sorry, this is Simon. Orion's dad." She stands, extends her hand. He takes it, careful to not squeeze too tight before letting go and hanging his own rigidly by his side, tense, like he's priming for a fight of some kind.

"I guess we know where he gets his size from." Fingers tap across the screen, and then she sets it on the examination table. "So, how is it going?"

"Fine, good, I think. He's still feeding every three hours. I feel like he's gained ten pounds since our last visit." She nods. "I've been trying to pump as much as I can but... there's just... not as much."

"That can happen. If you're still happy with breastfeeding, I don't have any concerns. Of course, if you want to stop, that's more than okay. As long as he's getting what he needs, there's no wrong way to feed him." You nod, rubbing his back. Dr. Marsh asks about any other concerns, and after you say you have none, she reaches for him. "Let's see if our guy is still a ninety nine percenter, huh?" Simon frowns.

"Ninety nine percenter?"

"He's uh, in the ninety nine percentile. Very big."

"Very big, and very tall." Dr. Marsh says from over her shoulder, where she's now got Orion on the baby scale. "Born at what mum, four and a half kilograms?" Simon blanches. Bloody hell. You haven't really told him too much about the birth, and he hasn't pushed you on it. Maybe this is why. You don't have a c-section scar, and he winces thinking about you giving birth, naturally. He should have been there. Should have held your hand, told you how amazing you were. How strong. The familiar feeling of regret resurfaces, and he gives you an apologetic look. You shrug with a little smile.

"He looked like a giant in the nursery, next to all the... regular sized babies." Dr. Marsh laughs, but Simon grimaces. Guilt settles in his stomach like a rock.

"Sorry, mama." He apologizes sheepishly, squeezing your hand, and you rub your thumb over his knuckles.

"It's okay, I kinda," your eyes sweep over him from head to toe, "expected it."

"Alright, so," Dr. Marsh brings Ry back over, handing him to you, but Simon intervenes, pulling him into his arms. He worries about your back. She smiles again, types something into the tablet, and then clears her throat, "growth is slowing down."

"Is that bad?" You sound alarmed, and she shakes her head.

"Not bad, considering he's been outperforming in height and weight since he was born. This happens, it's normal, there's nothing to worry about. However, he's still in the nineties. Just shy of eight kilograms."

"What's normal?" He's curious now, wondering how big his son is really, compared to others. He'd even feel proud, if he wasn't worried about the trauma having him may have caused you.

"Fiftieth percentile is around six. Now," she rests her hands on her thighs, and levels a serious look at you. "How are you? Sleep getting any better? Are you keeping up on hydration?" Simon peeks down at you, lips tugged into a firm line.

"He still feeds every three hours, and I'm the source so... not really."

"Any more dizzy spells?" What? His head snaps your direction. Orion gurgles, and he pats his back absentmindedly. Dizzy spells? Why haven't you said anything?

"Uh, not really. Maybe a few."

"Breastfeeding can take a lot out of you. It uses a lot of metabolic energy, so try to make sure you're eating enough and drinking a lot of water. It's normal to feel exhausted or fatigued, but taking care of your nutritional needs will go a long way. I know I sound like a broken record but, I think it will help. You might also try talking to your OB, since you know... I'm only a little human doctor." You swallow.

"Okay." She gives you a serious look, and you nod.

"Alright then, let's move on to everyone's favorite part."

He holds Orion for the entirety of the rest of the visit. He squirms and screams as he gets his shots, crying at the top of his lungs, and Simon closes his eyes at one point to take a deep breath. He's okay. He's safe. They're both safe. They're here.

You take him afterward, lips to the top of his head, eyes closed as you whisper. "Shhh, I know baby, I know. It's over now. All done. You were so brave." Simon's heart aches. It hurts to know you're struggling, that you see yourself as a failure, when it's so blatant that you're anything but. He's going to fix that.

You stop at the reception desk, lingering until the girl behind it gets off the phone. "Um, can we update Orion's emergency contact list? I want his dad to be on there, too." Simon looks down at you, momentarily dumbstruck. Sweet, sweet girl. Sweet little kitten. The receptionist smiles brightly, taking the information he provides, phone number, back up phone number (work cell) and his name.

The two of you head towards the elevator, and you give him a hesitant look as you step inside. "You don't mind right? I didn't want to overstep but... you're his parent too, I thought you might want to be-" You don't get to finish before he's swooping down with a hand at the small of your back and another on the baby's head, slamming his lips to yours so fiercely your breath hitches.

"Mama," he kisses your forehead, and then cups your chin. "You and Orion are my family now. You're it for me, and I'm chuffed you'd think to put me down as an emergency contact." You jerk back at his words, eyes wide. Too much? Too soon? Too strong? He doesn't care. He needs to start easing you into it, getting you used to the new reality, before he's moving you and the baby out of your flat and giving you a new last name.

"Simon." You whisper, but he shakes his head.

"I told you. I wanted you the night we made him, and I still do. You're everything. You're mine. You and our boy." You don't say anything, and the silence kills him until you reach for his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. "An' we're going to have a talk about you getting dizzy and not saying anything to me. Alright?" You gulp.

"Alright."

#grits teeth #these are getting longer #through me (the flood) #peaches writes #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #unedited so mind the mistakes

[tojisun]

sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au)

part of the ‘if fwb’ spinoff // simon riley x f!reader

johnny’s been… doubting, you see, about the validity of simon’s dating life.

like, for example, if he really was dating anyone.

simon looks content in a way that he never was before—intense eyes turned down towards his phone, unapproachable aura less angry but more settled, like he’s warding off people not because of his dislike but more so because he’s not available anymore.

not like he ever made himself available before, but it’s fundamentally different this time around; self-imposed walls brought down to make room for unbridled fulfillment.

he looks like he’s won the damn cup.

and that’s what makes johnny twitch—someone out there was just as, if not more, valued as the championship cup to simon, but he’s never introduced anyone to them.

not a picture nor an update nor even a PSA that they need to commission another WAG jacket for his partner because simon is tight-lipped about whoever it was he’s seeing. it’s not like he’s even dancing around the fact, it’s just that whoever it was he’s dating was never free.

not for a game nor a night-out nor a party. in simon’s house.

this level of secrecy was just unheard of. even the other men in the league who have a tight leash on their private lives still have living proof of their partners unlike simon who leaves it at, “she’s busy,” like that covers anything.

which is why johnny would like to go on record and say: he is totally valid for choosing to crash at simon’s place without letting him know.

he remembers getting wasted with the others, then refusing to be driven home, only to take a cab to simon’s place. he must have been coherent enough to remember the code for simon’s house, and was shockingly coordinated enough to even punch it in, but his memories begin to splinter there.

next thing johnny knows, he’s waking up, feeling like he’s been hit by a freight train. his tongue is heavy inside his mouth, the pungent taste of last night’s alcohol rising from the back of his throat like bile. he groans, blinking blurry eyes as he tries to remember where he’s at or what he’s done, only for nausea to wash over him so intensely he flops back down onto the bed—

he pats at the cushioning.

—onto the sofa then.

by the devil, what did he do last night? got him drinking like he’s got a new liver to replace this one he fucked with.

christ. he needs water, or a whole bottle of mouthwash, honestly.

“mactavish?”

johnny jumps, twisting his head to the side at the call of his name. it’s simon, of course it is, but he looks dishevelled, unkempt in a way that looks criminal because—johnny roves his eyes over his friend—who the hell looks that good when they’ve just woken up?

simon looks like he can be the next cover of inside fitness; give tyler fucking seguin a run for his own money.

“wha’,” is all johnny gets to say because he starts sputtering, dizziness hitting him intensely again. he gags, and only has enough mind to cover his mouth with his fist.

“jesus– down the hall. go,” simon barks and johnny warbles his thanks before locking himself in the guest bathroom.

.

johnny comes back out to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and melted butter wafting through. simon did say he had a problem with his kitchen vents which made cooking a problem, but johnny sure isn’t complaining right now. although, he supposes that it is a whole different problem when it’s steak or some ribs that simon’s firing up.

oh well, johnny thinks, scratching his side as he ambles to the island, pointedly quiet because simon might kick him out before breakfast is even done.

simon eyes him with a muted approval and johnny grins because, hey, he just secured free breakfast.

he’s about to break the silence, to apologize once more he guesses, when the sounds of padded feet descending from the stairs leading up to simon’s lavishly decorated—sarcasm intended—second floor pierces through the silence.

johnny’s back straightens, his exhausted mind clicking awake.

he turns to his friend but simon’s already angled towards the kitchen door, facing away from johnny. he looks relaxed, previous half-bareness now covered up with a thin white shirt, and johnny doesn’t know why he missed it but simon looks like a perfect picture of a boyfriend fixing up breakfast post-coitus.

“jesus–” johnny begins to say, the pieces linking because yeah, simon’s never denied that he’s been doing some dating around and it’s just johnny’s drunken whim to assume that the most talented ice hockey player of this decade was lying about his relationship status and—good lord, that’s a fucking person diving in simon’s arms, alright.

johnny watches, with his mouth agape, as simon and the mystery woman talk to each other in hushed whispers, his friend having to bend forward to make up for the height difference.

johnny watches, like the third-wheel he is, as simon laughs, actual quiet chuckles and not that children-crying-in-terror-inducing cackle, before nuzzling his nose over your own, and breathing you in.

johnny watches the quiet kiss, just lips pecking each other, and it’s all so soft and tender and johnny feels really, really bad that he didn’t get to give simon and his girl the privacy you two surely deserve and—

your eyes open, flitting to him because johnny is sure that he’s standing out amidst what must be a normally empty kitchen. he doesn’t even get to count three seconds before you’re screaming, lurching out of simon’s hold and hiding behind his bulk in your terror.

simon, screw him, seems to not have cared that johnny was privy to such an intimate moment and just turns enough to catch your attention again before murmuring reassurances. he says things like, “mactavish? the punk ass who got his hair shaved for the new season only to realize no one’s actually gon’ see it because of the helmet? remember?”

“what,” johnny chokes out, embarrassed that that’s what simon told you about and not, like, his player number or something.

“oh,” you gasp out anyway, clearly having heard of the shaved-sides and using it as a marker for johnny. “oh!”

you dance away from behind simon to make your way to johnny, your previous embarrassment gone from your gait. he’s so sure, though, that he’s seen you from somewhere, but the thought’s dashed out of his mind when you chirp, “you’re my best friend’s favourite player!”

“yeah?” johnny replies, gaining his confidence back.

“yeah! she won’t stop showing me the highlights of your guys’ game against that big german fella an’ his team!”

johnny laughs, his own giddiness ramping up. he remembers that game, alright. he remembers the miracle play during the final period when price was able to score an empty-netter. he remembers how, in his adrenaline-induced ecstasy, johnny turned to the player to his side, konig, and laughed in his face.

johnny made headlines then, and he’s saved every single one. his fiancee even printed a copy of her favourite shot and stuck it in her wallet.

(“for good luck,” she said with a wink, like johnny doesn’t have his prick twitching in her fist.)

“well, y’got anything for me to sign for her?”

“uhh…”

“guess you can use that one group photo our marketing team gave to us,” simon finally pipes up, and johnny turns, surprise lining his face at seeing the rich spread of breakfast.

he didn’t even notice simon setting up the table, too engrossed in the high that came from reliving the memory of laughing at konig’s face which resulted to him being pushed into the glass protector by a protective horangi.

not even that had dampened johnny’s elation then and now.

“oh yeah. thanks!” you say to simon before you run out.

you’re barely out of their eyesights when johnny turns to simon with a grin.

“what.”

“oh, you fucken’ sap!” johnny sings because he’s still too hungover to come up to simon and playfully punch him. “and why were ye hidin’ lassie?”

simon grumbles something as he turns, pretending to busy himself with the now-empty coffee pot.

“wha’s’at?”

“i said,” simon begins, heaving out a sigh. “that we jus’ became official last week.”

“oh, shit,” johnny whispers sagely. he blinks. “so, uh, who’s the one you’ve been callin’ yer girl?”

“oh fuck off johnny,” simon hisses, sputtering, before throwing the tea towel at him.

“what now!?” johnny yelps, ducking away from the soaring towel. “what’d i do now–” he gasps, realization dawning on him. “you didn’t.”

simon looked like he was going to say something but by then you were running back with the photo and a marker pen, telling him your friend’s name—alessandra, “or sandy!”—for johnny to sign.

while johnny’s busy practicing his signature on a scrap of newspaper that simon gave to him, he pretends not to hear the giggly whispers between his friend and his friend’s new but longtime-pining-for girlfriend.

“and me? why aren’t you asking f’r my signature?”

“oh ‘cuz y’r mine.”

johnny dutifully ignores the lips smacking sounds as he finally signs the picture, making sure to add devil horns on simon’s head.

serves him right.

i just. love fluff and hockey au sm 😞

#hockey au #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod x reader #suns #guys we are so back (to fixating to the point i cant even function anymore) !!!! #im so sorry if u guys are tired of this :(( i just love this au sm. its so refreshing

[enassbraid]

NOT A CHANCE

ft. Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, and Togame Jo

—Someone seems a little too eager to ask you out on a date… somehow missing your boyfriend’s sharp glare from beside you. How is the situation handled? (1.4k words)

Cw) gn!reader, getting hit on, cursing, flirting, kinda suggestive in suo’s part at the end, reader is shorter than suo in his part, reader can fight + mentioned bullying in togame’s part, some of this might (definitely) be ooc but i wrote this with 2 hours of sleep and a redbull, so its okay ..

Sakura gets aggressive…

Haruka has never been ignored like this before.

He’s been excluded, sure. But ignored? Never. With looks like his, it’s nearly impossible to turn a blind eye to him. While he might’ve been accepted for his unique traits since coming to Furin, it doesn’t erase the fact that they’ve been the very bane of his existence for the past 16 years.

Oddly enough, he’d rather have his pale eyelashes and hair ridiculed again than sit through another minute of this.

“Ah, I’ve been rambling for too long, haven’t I?” your self-proclaimed ‘childhood friend’ apologized discreetly. “How about this, you give me your number and we can plan a day to catch up without constraints. Does that sound good?”

You cringed from the guy’s insistence, but before you could turn him down, Sakura interjected.

“That sounds awful,” he scoffed; wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer.

The male before you merely rolled his eyes. “I don’t recall asking you anything.”

Sakura’s brows furrowed, and you felt his loose hold ok you tighten in an attempt to keep himself somewhat grounded. This guy was pissing both of you off, but more so Sakura due to the blatant ignorance your “friend” was displaying.

He shifted his gaze back from Sakura to you, and slightly tilted his head. “Clearly there’s some competition here.”

“A competition you already lost,” your boyfriend grumbled under his breath.

“So tell me, what’ll it take for you to give in?”

Your previously nonchalant expression morphed into one of annoyance. You might’ve known this guy from when you were younger, but he’s practically a stranger now after so many years. His sly smile struck a nerve, not to mention his attitude towards the boy that stood next to you. All of it ignited a strong flame within you, one that made you wanna-

“Ah- Shit! What the hell is wrong with you?!” your old acquaintance cried from the ground.

Sakura’s arms were tense at his sides, ready to throw another punch if needed. He stood in a fighting stance you were familiar with, but this time, it was for your sake.

“Take a hint, man. Don't you get it?” your boyfriend spoke, retreating back to your side with a sharp glare aimed at his current arch nemesis.

He interlocked his hand with yours, holding it with a firm grip. “They’re already taken, not to mention uninterested!” Sakura barked with displeasure. “And if you don’t want that face of yours to get fucked up even more, I suggest you scram.”

The other male whined from the ground, hastily scrambling away in fear whilst clutching his bloody nose. Of course, he spouted one last insult once he was far enough.

“You’re crazy! You Bofurin shits are all out of your minds!”

You and Sakura could only turn to one another and laugh in amusement.

Suo becomes flirtatious…

Suo’s a relatively calm man. He always kept a small smile on his face, rarely allowing it to fall no matter the situation.

Although right now it was slowly starting to falter.

He stood next to you, hands behind his back with a threatening gaze towards the other man before you. Seriously, neither of you expected that this guy would start flirting with you after helping him gather his belongings that just so happened to fall to the ground as you both walked by.

But he seemed to believe it was “fate.”

“Thank you so much!” the stranger said with glee. “I really oughta take you out to show my gratitude. Is there any place that’d you-“

“Nah, I’m good,” you interrupted, rejecting his advances before anything could escalate.

Suo felt a brief wave of relief wash over him at your words. You were very much capable of standing up for yourself, but he still kept his guard up incase anything were to happen. While you were very clear about turning this guy down, he wasn’t ready to give up.

“Are you sure? I’ll take you anywhere you want! All you gotta do is name a place!”

Suo’s eye twitched.

“I’m quite positive. I’m sure my boyfriend here can do all that for me and even more, so if you could kindly back off that would be wonderful.” you placed a hand on Suo’s shoulder with a grin, displaying affection to get your point across.

“This guy? Seriously?” the stranger grumbled in disbelief.

“Yep, that’s me,” Suo started. “Your offer is kind, but you should know when to back down, yeah?”

“I think she should be grateful I’m offering anything, and the nice thing to do would be to take that offer,” he taunted.

Suo chuckled at the boy’s insistence. “She doesn’t owe you anything.” he stayed sternly. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You felt flustered at the sudden pet name, not to mention the feeling of his arm slowly slipping around your waist teasingly.

“Yeah, that’s right,” you responded, accepting your boyfriend’s display of affection as you both emphasized your point.

His grip on your waist tightened, and he slowly leaned down to plant his forehead against yours. His eye was half-lidded, and you could feel his gaze on your lips. Just as he was about to lock his lips with yours, the other male let out a noise of disgust.

“Oh god okay- I get it!” he gagged. He stepped away, bags you helped him gather in hand as his face scrunched up. “You don’t need to start making out! That’s gross! You’re both gross!”

He rushed off, turning the corner to never be seen again. Suo pulled away from you, leaving his touch to linger around your face and waist. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, flustered, confused, and annoyed all at once.

“I didn’t think you had something like that in you~” you teased playfully.

His hand went to rub the back of his neck. “Neither did I… I don’t think I can do something like that again. I just needed to get him to back off.” he replied bashfully.

“But you did leave me hanging there. Am I gonna get that kiss or what?” you asked genuinely, tilting your head in curiosity.

Suo sighed, and guided the back of your hand to his lips to plant a kiss.

“You’ll get the one you’re waiting for when we get home, yeah?”

Togame is amused…

Usually, Togame would be ready to swing by now. However, he’s too enamored by your pretty face as you spew a number of insults at your middle school bully.

“After all you’ve put me through back then, do you really think I’d wanna sit and chat with you like nothing ever happened?” you shouted in the middle of the sidewalk, catching the attention of numerous passerbys.

“I’ve changed!” he shouted back, arms thrown up defensively. “Don’t you believe in change? Or do you think everyone stays the same their entire life?”

You rolled your eyes with bitterness. “Just forget it, we aren’t speaking ever again.”

“Now just wait a second-“

“Didn’t you hear them? They told you to forget it,” Togame stepped in front of you protectively.

“No, Togame. Let me handle him.”

“Oh? Well if you say so,” he replied, stepping aside for you. He knows you’re capable of holding your own, so he’s not too worried. Still, he kept his fists balled up at his sides incase he had to step in at any point.

The boy you’ve known since junior high scoffed at your actions. “We ain’t fighting, pretty.”

“You don’t get to call me that,” you fumed.

“Oh? Does that mean only your boyfriend here can compliment you?” he taunted, a smirk forming on his face.

Togame sat back and watched with a sly smile, admiring the way your face scrunched up in anger. He had no problem with others complimenting you. In all honesty, he liked it. It filled him with pride. Others could want you all they want, but only he could have you.

And he loved that.

You threw a hard punch at the male’s face, knocking him off his feet and onto the ground. Togame only whistled from behind you in praise.

You crouched down to the other’s level, grabbing him by the hair to keep eye contact. “I don’t wanna hear shit from someone like you, that’s all.”

After dropping his head, you stood up proudly.

“Sorry I didn’t let you handle it, Jo.” you apologized meekly.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.,” he brushed off whilst waving his hand. “Besides, that was pretty hot.”

You punched his shoulder lightly with a slight smile. “Of course that’s what you were thinking.”

He hummed. “If you ask me, anything you do is hot.”

© enassbraid 2024. i do not permit plagiarism, translations, or reposts of my work on any platform.

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[lettersofalover]

-> bad idea, right | kate martin

kate m. x fem!exgf!reader | smut | 18+ minors dni

requested prompt: you caught me at a bad time + that’s not fair and you know it

loosely edited, apologies in advance | will edit in the morning

it wasn’t that the fact she got drafted, because that was bound to happen. no, it was the fact she got drafted to the aces, a mere thirty minutes away from you and your new post-break-up-with-kate life. there was no more reconciliation to be had and there was no way in hell you would run into her in vegas.

except that you did run into her, on the one night you were plotting to finally experience the city as a resident and no longer a mere tourist. you deserved to live - between taking the lsat to moving across the country into a house with a random group of girls then, fighting tooth and nail through a hellish first year of law school with said girls- you were ready to fucking party. you drank a considerable amount and were feeling yourself while also really feeling the idea of being underneath or wrapped up in kate. her birthday was spent on the road, with her team, and you saw it on social media and sent her a belated birthday text - three days later, in the middle of the night, and off your ass in a vip section of the club.

the conversation that transpired after that belated birthday text message landed you in front of kate’s apartment outside of town. the time in the uber flew by. you expected it to sober you up but instead of being level headed, you felt like your feet weren’t even touching the ground and when she pulled you in for a hug, you weren’t sure your heart wasn’t beating outside of your body.

“i missed you, i missed this” she said as she slid her hands down your back and grabbed your ass with both of her hands. the gasp the escape your mouth was out of genuine surprise - you forgot how right her touch felt. she palmed you gently as she buried her in your neck. “god, you smell good,” she commented and slipped the silky fabric of your dress in between her fingers. “what do you have on? who are you? where’s my girlfriend from iowa?” she laughed and you found yourself tilting your head back in a genuine fit of laughter. you forgot how much her laugh made you laugh. how much of her made you happy.

“hello to you too, miss money martin.” you stepped away and mimicked making it rain, a nod to her newly dubbed on court persona. she laughed again covering her mouth before bowing as if she was true royalty.

“hey baby.” she said easily as she began walking to what you assumed was the living room. it was neatly organized but that was because none of her boxes seemed to actually be unpacked. once the two of you were dead center in the room she opened her lengthy arms and said a happy “welcome to my mojo dojo casa house.” quoting Ken from the Barbie movie which sent you into another fit of laughter. you tossed your phone on the couch and sat down.

kate began talking and you found a cozy spot on the couch underneath a fuzzy iowa blanket. she stood with her hands in her sweats as she talked and you stared, unapologetically. she looked better than ever - fresh faced, hair tied, and tanned. vegas was doing her well. as she told you the great things that you missed (which you were sad about) all you could do was think about kissing her.

touching her. tasting her. being all over her.

you shifted in your spot on the couch and decided sitting on you knees would a game changer. you watched her with doe like eyes, scanning every bit of here, only taking a few words from her stories. you were feening for her and it would have been embarrassing if it was anyone else. but she’s kate and she yours.

“why are you sitting and lookin’ at me like that?”

“like what?” you played innocently, brushing your hair behind you shoulders, exposing your cleavage that was nearly bursting out of the top of your dress. you took it a step further, firmly placing your hands on either side of your knees before looking back up at her through your lashes. with a tilt of your head you asked again because you wanted her to take the bait.

“like you want me.” kate moved towards you and you smiled at her lingering gaze.

“i do want you,” you said as she placed her hand in your hair, tugging it backwards gently to have you staring up at her from you kneeling position on the cushions. “always do.” you added in anticipation for her lips on yours as she bent down to meet your face. she stopped mere inches away from your open mouth.

“you want me?”

“yes.”

“show me how much you missed me, baby.”

the part of you that was passionate, connected, borderline obsessed with her rose to the surface when the wetness of her mouth met yours. it was all consuming as if you entered a whole other world were you were the only two that existed. the only two people that mattered - in this moment, she was all that mattered to you. you deepened the kiss by sliding your tongue into her mouth and she moaned in response at the feeling of your tongue. when the two of you were in the early stages of talking, after a lengthy make out session, kate once said that your tongue was going to be the death of her. but little did she know that everything about her was the death of you and now you had a chance to relive it all, just to die again.

it didn’t take long for kate for find herself sat back on the couch with you kissing, licking, moaning, and biting across her now top-less chest. each touch of your mouth on her body was electrifying - the love that the two of you shared had never left. you both were aware of it and were able to ignore it until now. the love was evident in the neediness of the kisses and in the gasps and curse words kate emitted when you hit a sensitive spot. her grip on your hips and ass was growing tighter and tighter as her breaths shallowed. you swirled your tongue around her breast before focusing in on her nipple and by the hardness of it, she was ready. you reached to lower her sweats but she told you no, to stay right where you were.

“let me feel you,” she said with a maintained stare. you suddenly felt embarrassed as if you were a teenager girl again, figuring out how being to a lesbian. her eyes told a story of their own and you could see she still loved you, too. her fingers brushed the camisole straps of the dress off you and the fabric puddle around your hips. you were straddling her and you knew that she wanted to finger fuck you. it was her favorite. she loves to see you taking her fully, riding and bouncy on her fingers. her praises were endless throughout it all but, the best part was when she talked you through your climax, telling you how pretty you looked, how you were such a good girl, how she wanted to feel you cum on her fingers.

the warmth of her fingers simply entering you was moan inducing. she chuckled and you told her to shut up. she obliged as she worked her two fingers slowly before beginning to build a rhythmic pace while she pushed in and out of you. the cool air made your own nipples harden and she took advantage of it. her free cupped your breast and her warm mouth was sucking on the sensitive skin. the sensations happening left you whimpering. you found yourself rocking you hips against her fingers as she met you with a more intentional thrust of her fingers, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. you were moaning her name, it was falling off your lips like a prayer and you didn’t even care. you were feeling the wave building when she pulled her sticky and wet fingers from you. you leaned over and licked her fingers clean as you always did, taking your sweet time before finishing it off.

“sit on it.” she said with a tap of her chin. you shook you head no and she tilted her head in confusion, asking why.

“i haven’t shaved…” you whispered shouted which made her laugh.

“i don’t care, i want to taste you.” she whispered shouted back. her sunshine-esque smile pulling you in and out of your thong.

her tongue was golden. every time someone played carnival by ye in the club, your mind always went to her and her tongue in damned mouth. when you had officially ended thing, she would always have you running back to her to satisfy both of your needs. with the amount of time that had passed since you saw her last, she was going to do more than just satisfying. kate seemed determined to make you only want more of her.

kate dragged her pointed tongue in between your lips, circling around to tease your clit before completely the circle. she repeated this multiple times and with each completed circle her tongue got looser, wetter, sloppier. kate was going to the extra mile to hold out on fully eating you out because she wanted to savor the taste of you, the smell of you, to take in your frustrated gasp after she put the tip of her tongue into your hole before quickly removing it.

“kate, i love you.” you started with a stern but irritated voice.

“aw i love you too baby.” she pulled away and smiled in between your legs before resuming. she began to suck on your clit and your leg jerked from the sensitivity of it. you muttered a curse word before you attempted to carry on with your statement.

“fuck, kate. you need to eat me out right or else.” you gasped as you leaned forward and placed your head on the top of the couch pillows. kate was full on making love to your pussy without even putting her tongue in you yet.

“or what?” she replied cheekily.

“or i’m going to be really pissed i ubered - ugh, fuck, - i spent money on an uber out here - goddddd.”

you barely made it through the sentence. midway through kate plunged her tongue deep into your pussy and began devouring you from the inside out. her tongue swirled inside of you and she grabbed at your hips. she pulled you down so she could get deeper in you and you yelled softly at the feeling of her hitting your sweet spot with her tongue. how the hell did she do this ever time? how does it still feel this good? you were on the cusp once more. you found a rhythm and rolled your hips as she continued to fuck you with her tongue and you could see the galaxy building in your eyes when suddenly, your phone began to ring.

the screen lit up with your classmates name and the time - 2:00am. oh fuck, you didn’t tell them you had left. they were probably looking for you. you leaned over and grabbed your cell which made kate pull away and say, “don’t move.” but you shushed her in return, putting the phone on speaker.

“where the fuck are you? why is your location at an apartment like an hour away from us?”

“hey, uh, i’m good.” your voice was shaky and rattled. you pulled the phone away from your face, placed a hand over your mouth and screamed quietly. kate was putting in so much work. she was flicking your clit with her tongue and was finger fucking you at the same time.

“are you good? are you safe?” your friend stammered on in a panicky tone.

“mhm with a friend, you just caught me at a really bad time.” you sounded convincing until you whimpered loudly towards the end of that sentence.

you were flushed with embarrassment and overcome by the pending orgasm. kate hadn’t stopped and you were certain that you were going to cum right then and there with your classmate to hear all about it. you needed to get her off the phone but she beat you to it.

“ohhhhhh, my bad. okay whatever text me if you need me, slut. bye.” you didn’t get a chance to say goodbye before the line went silent. you tossed your phone to god knows where before focusing again.

as soon as you concentrated on her again, the rush of heart flooded your body and down into your abdomen. you could feel your breath catching and your head getting dizzy in the best way. you could feel the tightening of your pussy around her fingers and hear her saying “are you going to come baby?” faintly. your mind exploded with stars and you gasped for air as you rode out the orgasm. you held onto the couch to keep from collapsing and killing the aces newest player. ‘death by suffocation between her ex-girlfriend’s thighs’ was not a headline you wanted to see. you were more mindful of your moaning now that it happened to be 2 am. your orgasm subsided and kate moved for you to collapse on the couch. you took deep breaths, savoring the familiar soreness of you muscles and the boost of serotonin left you feeling high. you closed your eyes as kate disappeared around the corner. a few minutes later she came back with small shorts, a tshirt and socks for you. you grabbed in lazily and held it on your stomach. you closed your eyes again and took a deep, long, breath. kate sat on the other side of the couch. it was quiet for a few moments before she started talking.

“friends? not even an ex…thats craaaaazy.” she parented to be wounded and grabbed her chest, throwing herself backwards into the couch.

“that’s not fair and you know it.” you laughed and dragged a hand down your face.

“need makeup wipes?” she asked

“yeah.” you changed into your given closed and relished in the smell of her. everything about her drove you crazy. you can’t believe you managed to block all of this out of your mind. law school really does fry your brain, you thought.

she came back shortly and you held your hand out to grab one but she swatted you away. you crossed your legs underneath yourself on the couch and she sat across from you in the same way. she peeled away the fake lashes gently before she began to use the makeup wipes.

“no pre-makeup remover? what if i need to double cleanse? i thought we were better than this, kate.” you teased with a pout as she wiped away at your cheeks. she was being impossibly gentle and you knew it was so ineffective but it was still so sweet.

“sweetie, you get what you get and don’t pitch a fit.” she laughed.

“you used to treat me like a lil princess. now you clean me up with a makeup wipe, slap and tell me to be on my way.” you laughed, leaning your head on her shoulder. she urged you to get back up in between her own laughter.

“that’s not fair and you know it.” she smiled, coming in extra close to work on your eyeliner. her makeup wipe covered finger swiped ever so softly against your closed eye. the warmth of her body brought a feeling of peace that you hadn’t known for a while since you were without. kate stuck her tongue up to her top lip in concentration as she did her finishing touches. she wiped away at you for a few moments before patting your thigh and saying “all done.”

she came back and offered you her hand and you accepted it. she pulled you into a hug and you instinctively jumped and wrapped your legs around her. she gave you a peck before she began walking towards the back.

“wait you had a bed this whole time?”

“where did you think i slept?”

“the couch.”

“and you’re in law school?” she asked plopping you on the bed to crawl up next to you. you were happy to hear her voice, teasing and chastising you. neither of you were sure what the morning would bring but as you cuddled up to one another - you weren’t sure if either of you cared. it seems that right now was all that mattered to the both of you. the fact that you still loved each other - despite the split - was all you needed. being in her arms knowing that was going to bring the best sleep ever and you could figure out the rest when you woke up.

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mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader

cw: make out session

You had hated Eddie Munson’s guts ever since he had accidentally ruined your science fair project in the third grade. Yes, he had claimed that it was an accident, but you weren’t so sure. You had been convinced that it was premeditated. That he had done it on purpose because he was convinced that you were going to win and he wanted to put a stop to it however he could. But you were on to him.

And Eddie didn’t like you either. But solely because he had tried to apologize multiple times over the years into to have you call him a liar and yell at him because you were still so angry with him even though it had been seventeen years since the incident. If he was being honest, he kind of found it hot when you yelled at him like that.

Every time you crossed paths in town, you both would turn the other way, not even wanting to make eye contact. Your blood boiled every time your eyes locked in his brown ones and you had to look away immediately, even though you kind of liked the way they looked. But only kind of.

You were on your way to Robin’s, driving as carefully as you could as it stormed outside, rain hitting your car you drove down the road. You hated driving in it, but knew that you didn’t have a choice since you had were already in your way. You had to be there in ten minutes and definitely weren’t going to make it on time.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, your car broke down, but at least you had enough time to pull off to the side of the road so you could get out of the way of traffic. You called Robin to let her know that you had to cancel then called AAA for roadside assistance.

You knew that would take a while so you sat there, turning on the proper lights to let people know you were in need of assistance. If it hadn’t been storming, you definitely would have just walked to the mechanic that was down the road, but hearing the thunder and seeing the lightning deterred you. You knew that getting struck by it was rare, but you weren’t taking any chances.

Out of the blue, a van pulled up in front of your car and you grabbed the pepper spray from your purse as you watched the stranger get out of their vehicle. They approached you and knocked on your window. You immediately recognized that it was Eddie. What the hell was he doing there? Whatever it was, you didn’t want it.

You slowly rolled your windows down and Eddie leaned down so he could talk to you. You took in his very wet hair and scruffy facial hair. His nose ring. His lip ring. He looked…hot and you didn’t like admitting that.

“Car break down?” He asked, making sure that his voice was loud enough to hear over the rain. You were in no position to say no to help, so you didn’t.

“It broke down and I’m too scared to get out to check.”

“Allow me.” Before you could protest, Eddie ran over to your hood and opened it to see that his suspicious were correct. Your battery was dead. You got out of the car and headed towards him to see what the damage was.

“Your battery is dead. I’ve got keys to place down the street I can call a tow to get you there. In the meantime, I can stay with you.”

“You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. And I’m not gonna just leave you here all by yourself late at night in the rain.” He was going to stay with you despite his dislike for you? That was definitely more than you would have done for him.

You watched him call the tow truck and wondered what he was playing at. Why was he being so nice when you had been nothing but rude to him for practically your whole lives?

“Why are you doing this?” You asked as soon as he hung up. You didn’t understand and really wanted some answers.

“Just because you hate me doesn’t mean that I hate you. Actually, hearing you insult me is actually kinda hot. I like seeing you riled up.”

“So you did all of that shit just because you like seeing me pissed off?”

“Guilty,” he shrugged. You didn’t know what you were doing, but as soon as the word left his mouth, you pulled him into a kiss, your fingers gripping his shirt tightly. He gasped into your mouth, but quickly melted into you his hands moving to your waist as your lips moved together.

He moved your head back to he could get more access to your mouth as he pushed his tongue into it, letting it scrape against yours. His facial hair scratched against your skin and that mixed with your tongues tangling was driving you wild. He backed you up to the hood of your car and helped you sit on it as he spread your legs, stepping between them.

“I still hate you by the way,” you mumbled against his lips.

“By the end of the night, you won’t be saying that,” he smirked and pulled you in for another kiss before taking you by the hand and leading you to his van to have his way with you right there in the back of it.

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Like Bugs in a Rug Chapter 2.5

Bonus Chapter

Previous Chapter

NOTE: Although this bonus chapter could be read by itself, I think it will hit so much harder if you at least read Chapter Two beforehand. Don't remember what happened last? Don't worry about it, this is a series of one shots, so you can basically pick-up and read in whatever order.

Story Summary: Azriel Shadowsinger, mysterious pretty boy extraordinaire himself, was head over heels in love with you for years. Everyone in the room could see it, except for you of course. A series of connected one-shots.

Chapter Word Count: 2,100 Words Chapter Music Inspo: LMS - Aislinn Davis (Does this song super relate to the chapter? Not really, but kinda if you squint. I don’t always get to choose what songs inspire me to write, and for whatever reason, this one did it for this chappy.)

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Azriel’s POV

Azriel didn’t knock. He waltzed into Rhysand’s office with swift authority. In a few long strides he was at Rhysand’s desk before the door had time to drift shut behind him. The small amount of self-restraint Azriel had maintained during his flight to The House of Wind vanished at the sight of the asshole, his fury vibrating with the need for release. He so rarely embraced the part of himself that craved such brutish violence, but as he advanced on Rhysand he tossed his gloves to the floor. He needed to feel this.

Rhysand didn’t have time to fully look up from his task. His pen was still in the middle of scribbling his signature on some paperwork when Azriel leaned over the desk and took a fist full of the front of his tunic into one hand.

He yanked the High Lord up from his chair so hard the fabric made a tearing noise. He drew Rhysand into an awkward half standing, half crouched position, holding fast as he loomed over him. Much to Azriel’s annoyance, Rhysand only seemed mildly taken aback by Azriel’s crass arrival, the bastard was expecting him.

Rhysand’s typical air of nonchalance had never bothered him in the way it did now. It was disgusting, how he could jeopardize something so precious to Azriel, and then chose fucking paperwork over trying to fix it.

He sneered in Rhysand’s face. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Hey, hey.” Rhysand tried to straighten, but Azriel didn’t give an inch. Rhysand reached a hand for Azriel’s wrist instead, as if to protect his fancy tunic from ripping further. Azriel fixed Rhysand with a scowl that promised harsh violence if he touched him, so Rhysand let his hand fall.

Maybe the High Lord hadn’t completely lost his mind, had a little self preservation instinct left in him after all.

“Az, I’m going to apologize, you don’t need to do this.”

Don’t need to do this? The cold rage clouding Azriel’s mind said otherwise. He barely registered his blue siphons flashing as his shadows rose up behind him, dangerous and menacing just like him. He pulled Rhysand closer, the thread along the collar of the tunic fraying, their faces now inches apart as he looked down at Rhysand with blatant revulsion.

The scent of your tears lingered in Azriel’s nose like you were still falling apart in his arms. For as long as he lived, Azriel would remember what it felt like to see your confidence and hope flicker like a dying flame when all he could offer you was his embrace. It wasn’t enough, he knew that, and it made him feel so helpless. All Azriel wanted was for you to feel like you belonged here, with the Inner Circle, with him.

And they had made damned good progress too, it was slow, but he could tell that you were warming up to the idea of trusting the Inner Circle. Until this dick went and fucked it all up.

So yeah. He did need to do this.

“I fucked up,” Rhysand rushed out, his violet eyes seemed to take in every twitch of Azriel’s face, reading the unspoken threat for what it was, “I’m not saying I don’t deserve this. I’m saying that I already agree with you, I went too far, and I will apologize.”

Azriel huffed an exhale, nostrils flaring. You’d been so distraught, so emotionally and physically exhausted that you fell asleep a few minutes into the flight to Mor’s apartment. You’d never admitted as much, but he knew you had a bit of a phobia of heights, it’s why he never pressured you to fly with him. He had dreamed of the first time he’d take to the sky with you, planned out each scenario, wondered how you’d look the first time you saw Velaris from above. He’d always imagined your face to be alight with wonder.

If he had any reservation about confronting Rhysand, it vanished by the time he entered Mor’s apartment. You didn’t even stir when he laid you down on Mor’s bed. He considered returning to The House of Wind while you were asleep, but the idea of you waking up here alone kept him rooted to your side. He sat on the bed next to you while he waited for Mor to return home, he knew she would take good care of you, she took her duty as a newly discovered older sister very seriously. He found himself absentmindedly smoothing your mused hair from your face. Using his gloved fingers to wipe away dried tear tracks from your cheeks. He was unable to stop comparing the peaceful expression you wore in your sleep to the heartbreak he’d seen while on the stairs.

The room was silent, but his mind was loud as he spiraled, thoughts fixated on how he'd failed you. Had Rhysand sent him away to Windhaven first thing in the morning on purpose, to set him up for failure? Were there really any rumors of an uprising in the camp? Azriel hadn't found any, and it seemed like a mighty convenient distraction.

By the time Mor arrived home he was visibly seething with no concept of how much time had actually passed while he waited. He barely greeted her, gesturing to your sound asleep form on the bed as he made his exit. 

Of course, Azriel was furious on your behalf, but that wasn’t what triggered the bloodlust, not completely. He was supposed to protect you, mind and body, and he failed you so spectacularly. He’d assumed that Rhysand had similar intentions, had fully trusted him to protect you while he was away. He would never be so foolish again, he just hoped that you’d stick around long enough to see that.

What if the damage Rhysand dealt couldn’t be smoothed over by a mere apology.

Studying Rhysand now, he seemed so certain that he could smooth this over. He didn’t seem remotely sorry enough for Azriel’s taste. His free hand clenched into a tight fist, something eerily similar to hatred bubbled in him like acid. If Rhysand didn’t feel guilt or remorse for what he’d done to you, then he certainly didn’t care how his actions impacted him either. 

Azriel meet his chosen brother’s beseeching stare with contempt as he spoke, words sharp as they left his lips. “When Feyre was first adjusting to the Night Court, I did everything I could to make her feel comfortable and welcome because one way or the other, I knew she was important to you. That made her important to me too. Well before she became my high lady.”

Something defensive surfaced in Rhysand at the thinly veiled accusation. “Are you implying that I don’t care about my own cousin?”

“No,” Azriel snapped back, “I’m implying that you don’t care about me. How dare you speak to her like that knowing exactly what she means to me.”

Rhysand inhaled sharply through his teeth, fixing Azriel with a stern frown, as if he was the one disappointed in him. “I am the High Lord, Azriel, how many times must I remind you that my duty to my Court has to trump the comfort of those in my Inner Circle? She would have had to face Kier eventually, as you know, he thinks she’s spying on us for him. Was I supposed to risk a civil war because she wasn’t prepared?” Rhysand’s calculating eyes were hard as he paused for a moment, as if considering his next sentence carefully, “Just like how I expect you to make uncomfortable choices for the sake of the Court, I expect her to do what must be done to protect the Court as well. That is what it takes to be a part of my Inner Circle."

At one point, referencing the confrontation with Rhysand after getting caught canoodling with Elain would have sent him over the deep end. That conversation marked the first time he truly questioned the depth of Rhysand’s compassion for those in his Inner Circle. Even if Rhysand had been right in the long run, the cold way in which he handled it did not settle well with Azriel. For the sake of his family, not the Court, he had backed down and buried the resentment he felt towards Rhysand. It had seemed worth it, to see Elain and Lucien so happy, and Azriel was finding his own happiness too.

Again, Azriel’s siphons blazed. Rhysand could walk all over him as much as he liked, he’d lived through worse well before he’d met him. But he wouldn’t let Rhysand treat you like that even again. You deserved so much better, especially from your High Lord. “Being the fucking High Lord does not give you the right to be an asshole. You know she already struggled with feeling out of place among us, you didn’t have to confirm her worst fears to get her to cooperate.”

“I know!” Rhysand snapped, trying a bit harder to pull away from Azriel and straighten to his full height, a warning gleaming in his eyes when Azriel didn't yield. He’d sooner rip the tunic all the way down the front than let Rhysand stand tall right now.

“I knew she would push back,” Rhysand continued, sounding offended. Good. “I knew I would have to be more stern with her than I’ve ever been before. I had a plan, but hadn’t accounted for what her magic would feel like when it went on the offensive. I didn’t know it could go on the offensive, I don’t think she knew she was doing it, she zoned out for about a couple minutes in the middle of the argument, totally unresponsive and just blankly staring at me. I couldn’t penetrate her mental shields at all. Her magic protected her from my own fiercely. I wasn’t ready, and my magic took the bait, I lost control of the situation. I’m going to apologize to her, Az. I’m going to explain myself.”

Azriel searched Rhysand’s face for any sign of deception, growing cross with Nesta and Mor for not mentioning the odd behavior earlier. Tense seconds of silence passed as Azriel processed the new information. Rhysand stayed stock still, unwavering under Azriel’s scrutiny. Jaw clenched, he filed this development under ‘suspicious’. He’d agonize over it when he was thinking clearer.

Exhaling a stressed breath, he unclenched the fist at his side. His other hand remained curled in Rhysand’s tunic, unwilling to release him quite yet.

“If she leaves because of this, I do too.” If Azriel’s intentions shocked Rhysand, the High Lord didn’t show it.

Hoisting Rhysand up until he stood up straight, Azriel made sure to tear the fabric down the front a good couple inches for good measure. “Fix. This. Rhys.” With that, Azriel shoved Rhysand away, releasing the collar of the tunic as the High Lord stumbled backwards, the back of his knees bumping into his office chair and toppling it over.

Azriel had nothing left to say to the other male, yet he was still wound so tight. Icy fury and hot protectiveness rushed through him like adrenaline as he turned his back to the High Lord, retreating to the door. 

This hadn’t made him feel better at all.

 Just as he was about to leave the room, as silent and quick as he arrived, he paused. “Meet me at the training grounds in 20 minutes.” He ordered, casting a challenging look to Rhysand over his shoulder, daring him to correct him for ordering his High Lord around.

When Rhysand remained passive, Azriel added. “Don’t make me come and get you.”

Then he clicked the office door closed behind him, making a beeline for the training grounds. He could sense his shadows scrambling to catch up with him. They’d loitered in Rhysand’s office a few seconds longer than him, and he almost reprimanded them for it. But then one of his bigger shadows materialized, curling down his arm to place his discarded gloves in his waiting palm. He dismissed the shadow, not quite with praise, but thankful nonetheless as he tucked the gloves into a vacant pocket in his leathers. It would have irked him if he had to ask Rhysand for them back, after he threw them to the floor in such a dramatic display only to not throw a single punch.

He’d get those punches in soon though, and he was going to enjoy every single one with bare hands. Then, he would focus his attention on what really mattered, supporting you. One day, he hoped to prove to you that you had people right here who would choose you over their Court every damned time.

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Gone girl

Give this man a break.

Summary: you basically triggered his abandonment issues

Warning: MDNI, smut, not sfw.

Sensual, smut, slow burn(I guess? I mean I tried so-)

English is not my first language, I apologize in advance for the grammatical and dictation mistakes.

Two whole months.

No, two months and 4 days to be exact. That's how many days you were gone. You left your resignation on Erwin's desk and left the scouts with no farewell. No one knew where you went to and no one was really concerned. After all, it wasn't unusual for scouts to quit.

No one except for Levi. At first, he was in denial, telling Erwin that he must look for you, that you wouldn't leave just like that and something was oddly off, what if someone forced you out? What if someone kidnapped you? The first few days were indescribable. He felt helpless, desperate and worried. Erwin would talk to him, tell him there was no reason for anyone to kidnap or threaten you, also Hange had seen you leave with your stuff packed in a suitcase in the middle of the night and you told them that you were leaving for a quiet life. He was heartbroken. You left without saying a word to him. He felt stupid for thinking he was special. He felt played and betrayed.

On one hand, he was relieved that you wouldn't be putting your life in danger anymore, that you were more likely to live a long and happy life. But on the other hand, why didn't you tell him? Wasn't he worthy of a proper farewell? Why wouldn't you at least write to him? He didn't admit it, but ever since you had left, he would check his mailbox every day. Desperately looking forward to a letter from you. On his days off, he would leave the HQ to the city, wishing to see you somewhere on a random street. How helpless and pathetic he felt, wandering around the crowded city all day long until his legs gave up. Yep, the legs that belonged to humanity's strongest soldier, the very legs that would be searching countless hours outside the walls would give up after almost 18 hours of walking and carrying the weight of this man's concern and despair. He felt like he lost his safe spot once again, his home, his lover.

He just needed to see you doing fine, that was all. He just wanted to make sure you were safe and sound. He swore to himself he wouldn't be mad or bitter if he saw you in a good state of health, he wouldn't yell and blame you for leaving him with no words. All because he couldn't help but feel like you were in danger.

He never gave up on searching for you but he didn't seem as concerned from outside after a while. To everyone, he was like his usual self again. However, he would be getting even less sleep, lose his temper even faster and barely eat.

One night he had the documents signed, read and summarised. Ready to be on Erwin's desk. He left his office for Erwin's only to find you there, in the corridor. His eyes were wide open in shock for a second and then his uninterested expression came back as he let out a loud sigh. "What the hell are you doing here?"

You remained speechless. You didn't really expect him to be this grumpy and oh if you only knew, he was controling himself. Otherwise you'd know "grumpy".

"I...I'm back."

"Changing your mind so easily is not like you." He was angry...furious yet so sad and also happy all at the same time. You left, you hurt him, made him feel like a fool and there you were standing in front of him looking prettier than ever, making him feel the butterflies in his stomach. You made him furious.

He wanted to cry and ask you why did you do that and selfishly beg you not to leave again, even for a quite less dangerous life. You made him sad.

But you were back! In one piece, you weren't dead and didn't seem to be injured(in a fata, serious way at least), he felt relieved. Your mere presence made him happy.

"I...wasn't really gone, Levi. I was sent to wall Sina for a secret mission. In order to steal some documents from the MP and gain information about their next move. I'm sorry I didn't tell you but that was Erwin's wish."

Betrayal after betrayal. How dare you all? How dare Erwin take away what was his and convince him she was the unfaithful one? He was just about to storm into Erwin's office and give that bastard a lesson when he felt your arms around his waist and your face buried in his neck.

"I missed you..." you mumbled and it crashed his soul because he could hear in your voice how broken you were. "It was a long nightmare...and you weren't there...I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you about the mission."

Your grip on his body tightened, he could feel your tears moistening his neck leaving it warm and wet. All of that anger gave its place to sympathy.

"I...was really worried. I never disobeyed his orders why would he do this to me?" Levi asked, almost whispering.

"He thought...it would be better for my cover if you were unaware, you know. "

"That's stupid. What about Hange? Did they know?"

"No...they didn't."

You remained quiet in his arms for a while with his hands brushed against your hair. "I missed you too...I was worried sick but ...you're back to me..."

Back to me, back in my arms. My love, my angel, pretty girl. I love you so much.

His words in his mind sounded so different from what he actually said. "You idiot. Don't ever do that again." He pulls you out of his arms to cup your soft face with his calloused rough hands. Giving you the luxury of his soft glare. "Let's go to my room. Erwin can wait for his documents after fucking me up like this. "

*

It didn't take long for him to take you to his room, pin you down on the bed and your soft lips. He couldn't get enough, forcing his tongue into your mouth as his hands travelled from your hair to your face and then went lower on your delicate neck. Hell, only if you and him met under different circumstances, you'd make the perfect wife for him with your grace and inner beauty. How much he wished for a quiet life with you in the countryside, but that was no option right now. At this moment the most he could get from you was this. Sticking his tongue basically in your throat, swirling around yours while gripping your hip with one hand your breasts with the other. He needed to breathe, but he could still hold on. He wanted to waste no second of having you. (even on catching his breath)

Until he felt your hands on his chest, pushing him away to catch breath, you were a panting mess. Your hair all out of place, covered in sweat and blush all over your face. Oh, how much he missed seeing you like this.

He started unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your body. He moaned only by the sight of it and had his lips on your clothed nipples. The friction and the dampness from his saliva gave you a delicious tease. You deserved this; be teased. A marciful punishment from Captain Levi, for putting him through hell and back. Yes, you had no control over it, but in a way, you did.

He moved back on your neck, making sure your neck would be covered in hickeys that looked like a beautiful amethyst necklace around your neck.

"L...let me kiss your neck too."

"No. You don't get to touch me unless I say so."

How cruel of him. "B...but I missed you, let me show y...you baby. How much I m...missed you."

You had a silver tongue that almost got Levi. Almost. But he stood on his ground. "Bad girls don't get their wishes met."

You moaned in desperation but knew better than to talk back. He was impatient and didn't even waste time undoing your bra (which he always had difficulty with) instead he ripped it off. You were surprised by his action, never had seen him like this. He had always been so...reserved but now he just tore the strap of your bra and invaded your breasts. Spitting on them and smearing them on your breasts, pinching your nipples until you begged him to move on to the actual business, only to get a hard smack on them. He then leaned on you and bit them red and hot. The bite marks were gonna last a day or two on your skin. His mouth ran all over your upper body from up to down until it reached your skirt. He smirked. Pulling the waistband down with his teeth halfway, he got up to pull the rest with his hands and get the full view of you from above.

You were so pretty, all flushed and helpless under him, naked. He could still torture himself a little more by making you wait longer.

"Did you touch yourself when you were gone?"

The embarrassment on your face was visible, you hid your face behind your forearms as you nodded. "Speak! Cat ate your tongue?"

"I did." He grabbed your wrists and pinned them on each side of your head. "Look at me when I talk to you, dove. Now answer me again. I'm running out of patience and I might as well leave you like this."

"N...no, please...that's right, I touched myself."

He guided one of your hands to your pussy. "Do it again. Show me how you would do it and tell me every naughty idea in that pretty head of yours."

You wanted to protest, to tell him you had enough of your fingers in the past two months, what you needed was him, but he had already threatened you to leave and your mind was too filled up with lust to think properly so you obeyed him.

Pushing one finger in, your mouth was open in an O shape. Digging in deeper and deeper. "I...would always th...think about y...you."

"Elaborate."

"I ...think about your handsome face...between my thighs and...your red lips on...my clit."

"Is that all you wish for?"

"N...no...I craved for your cock ...but the reality hit me every time that my fingers were not enough...I missed your fingers and cock in me, I missed the way your tongue flicks in me ...please..."

"Add another finger, now."

You swallowed and obeyed, adding another finger and searching for that spot, speeding up while having your eyes locked into his. He knew you found it when you inhaled sharply and moaned.

"Am I allowed to?" You whispered. "Cum all over your fingers. Make a mess." He leaned and kissed your forehead as you were getting yourself off. Then moved on to your ears and whispered "Beg for me." Then he tugged your earlope with his teeth.

"Please! Levi, I want you. Nothing is e...enough compared to you! Please I beg you!"

As you were begging, he noticed how your knees started to shiver, implying you were close. He let out a cruel, evil and short laugh as he grabbed your wrist and pulled your fingers out. You felt empty all of a sudden after being so close.

You looked so confused which he found out so cute. "B..but you said I was allowed."

"And you had promised to never leave me yet you left me for 2 fucking months! Do you think I'm that kind to let you have it all so easily now? Oh princess, it's a punishment if you haven't noticed already. Now get on all fours."

The unbuttoned shirt, though exposed your body and gave Levi as easy access, was still on. You had no intention of taking it off completely but once you did as he had said, you felt his hands were just about to tug up the shirt.

"N...no...I want the shirt on, please."

Levi was confused, it wasn't as if there was something underneath the cloth he hadn't seen already, he loved this position cause he could run his fingertips on your spine and make you shiver and moan.

So of course, curiosity and selfishness got the best of him and despite your request, he tugged it up anyway only to see several new scars on your back. They weren't deep but they implied you had been attacked during the mission. His heart sank. You looked so vulnerable and he just wanted to take good care of you, make you feel good and safe in his arms once again. Who did this? Who fucking dared to do this? When did this happen? Probably one of those nights that Levi was awake, thinking to himself how cruel you were for leaving him like that. How could he judge you and doubt you so easily? He felt like a piece of garbage.

"Is it that bad?" Your voice brought him back to the room from his thoughts. You were looking at him with half of your face pinned on the mattress. "It's not half bad. I was just thinking how to kill the bastard who did this to you."

"Hmm...so sexy when you talk about killing people while we're being intimate. Don't worry they're dead already."

He ran his finger on the old scars. Most of them were small but there was a huge one on your left shoulder blade which was continued to your waist on the right side.

As he was caressing the scar, he asked "Why you wanted to hide them?"

"They are not the prettiest accessories on me and also, didn't wanna concern you."

He frowned. How could you say that? You were soldiers, scars weren't uncommon. He had more than a few on himself which you found sexy. But you didn't see them that way for yourself.

"I actually think they're matching to mine." Levi said.

He leaned on your back, leaving wet kisses on every single one of them. You shivered and he smirked in satisfaction.

His attitude slightly changed, he just wanted to take care of you. Clearly, you'd had it rough already.

His cock was killing him, it's been hard from the start of the session yet he managed to endure it. As you were fully naked in front of him with your shirt gone, he was fully clothed. He unbuttoned his shirt in no time and unzipped his pants, pulling them down with the underwear and taking them all off. He grabbed his cock, swirling the tip around your already wet entrance. You moaned loudly "Don't tease me anymore!" He could hear the pouting in your voice. No smile appeared on his lips but his eyes softened.

His tip, already wet by precum, made its way through your hole. With no rush and slowly, he was halfway in. You were sucking him in so willingly it was as if your body was telling him how much you missed his touch.

He pushed a little further and was now fully in you, filling you up nicely. Your delightful moans sounded like angels singing to his ears. Oh how much he missed you.

"Y...you can move, Levi."

He grabbed you gently by the throat, adding no pressure. Just pulling you closer to himself until your scarred back met his chiselled chest. Once he had your head backed on his shoulder, he left no time to start kissing it so gently. Eventually, he started to move inside you back and forth.

"Ngh...I missed you, Levi."

His hands were on your nipples now, pinching and playing with them. He whispered in your ear "You have no idea how much I wanted you back by my side."

His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he paced up his movement in you. He bit back his moans just to hear yours as he was hitting that spot in you. Your mouth hung open while you were seeing the stars and moaned uncontrollably. As much as he loved hearing them, you were getting louder and louder so he pushed to fingers into your mouth. "Keep it...down...fuck."

Once again, your knees were shivering, if Levi didn't have a grip on you, you'd fall on the bed. Yet, you ran your hand through his hair at the back of yours, pulling it a little. "You fucking tease."

You were both close, Levi took his fingers out of your mouth and started massaging your clit with them. His nubs rubbed against your needy clit which had been begging for attention. He started drawing ghostly circles and little by little, his moves became faster and rougher. You were almost there.

"L...Levi! I'm...close..please..."

"Cum for me baby. I mean it this time."

In less than a second, you made a mess on his cock. He fucked you through your orgasm. Wanted to fill you up so badly. His cock was twitching in you, he almost couldn't believe he was feeling your hot gummy walls around himself again, shaping your insides like his cock.

His grip on you tightened and you knew by then he was going to fill you up in no time. He let out a loud, sexy moan while he shot his seeds in you. You felt so warm inside, he didn't pull out until he fully emptied whatever he had in you and softened.

You were both panting. He slowly pulled out and you felt the cum dripping down your thigh. Your skin was still red and burning from his thrusts. He laid down naked on the bed waiting for you to lay next to him.

"Where are the papertowles? Your blanket it gonna get ruined."

He rolled his eyes at you, the clean freak couldn't care less at this moment he just wanted his lover next to him. He grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you on the pillow next to him. "I have to wash them anyway." He said.

His eyes were locked to yours once again. Tucking your hair behind your ear which was all red now. He grabbed your hand and held it tightly, brought it close to his lips and left a few kissed on it as he was watching you.

"Don't ever do that shit again."

You smiled, you didn't say anything. It hurt to see him like this, you knew how much you hurt him by leaving without telling him but you were unaware of this. You had no idea he would be this devastated. Perhaps you underestimated his love which made you feel so bad about yourself. Still, you knew you would do this again if Erwin commanded so. You knew there was no place left for emotional bonds in the army yet you fell for Levi. This is the cost of following your heart, to get hurt willingly only to follow orders.

But screw Erwin and screw humanity at this moment you just wanted to have Levi's head on your chest again.

You pulled him close, he rested his head on your chest as you wished as you nuzzled his head. He could probably get some proper sleep in this state after a very long time. He felt his eyelids getting heavy and before he knew it, he was snorting in your arms.

What a day to be alive.

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Sugar daddy Simon x OC

Ghost was sat in a room with his team while they were being debriefed about their next mission. His attention was dragged away from his captain speaking once he felt his phone vibrate insistently in his pocket. He pulls it out, already irritated at the interruption and ready to hang up when he sees the contact name. Shym. Ah, hell. He can never resist shym is his only real weakness.

He excused himself and stepped out into the hallway where he answered the call. “ Hey, sugar. “

He leaned back against the cold wall. He missed her so much, it’s been a while now since they were last together. He wanted nothing more than to see her face even if it’s through the phone. That’s why he never let her send him pictures, in case he lost his phone. “ I’m sorry for not calling earlier.” He said lowly, his English accent slightly thick now with his tiredness.

“It’s fine Simon, never apologize for keeping the world safe.” I laughed

That’s the reason why he loved her so much. Even though she doesn’t know what he does she still understood and respected it. She never pushed him for answers, never nagged him while he was gone and was still by his side when he had his bad days. He chuckled lowly. “ Have you been behaving? “ He asked with a teasing smirk.

“Hmmm, give me an example?”

His smirk widened. He could practically see her pout through his phone and just the image of it made his chest feel tight. “ Have you been taking care of yourself, eating and sleeping well? I haven’t been there to make you. “ He replied.

“I’m doing amazing, the girls are going shopping today, sort of challenge but I’m not participating.”

He hummed and crossed one foot over the other. He hated hearing about her being with the girls, especially when he knew how rowdy they got. Just imagining her in a club or bar with drunk men circling her made that possessive feeling in his chest grow. “ Oh yeah. And why aren’t you going?” He asked, his voice a bit lower.

“They have this challenge, ask their partners for a creditcard and go on a shopping spree.”

He raised a brow at that. He wasn’t surprised that those girls came up with something like that, but the thought of Shym doing it rubbed him the wrong way. “ And you’re staying home because you know I’d never give you my credit card. “ He mumbled.

“No not at all, ofcourse I need some new clothes, want to look all dolled up for you when your back, but I should do that with my own money.” I mumbled

That made him freeze. Now he imagined her dressed up pretty for him and it sent a flare of want and need to his chest. He clenched his jaw and shifted on his feet, trying to ignore the thoughts that suddenly filled his mind. “ Don’t worry about looking dolled up for me. “ He muttered in a tight voice. “ I’d rather take the clothes off of you anyways. “

“Some new lingerie would help with that won’t it? Change of scenery” I whispered

He bit back a curse at her words, trying to keep his voice steady. “ And why is it that you want that all of a sudden. “ He said, even though he already knew the answer. The images filling his mind were sending a slow wave of heat through his body, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Oh baby, haven’t you forgot that the knife play you do torn a lot of my lingerie and clothes” bastard I thought

A smirk tugged at his lips. He knew she was a bit miffed about him damaging her clothes and lingerie. But that just made him smile more. “ I’ve noticed you complaining about it too. “ He stated, keeping his tone calm. But he couldn’t help but tease her a bit, his voice lowering into a low whisper. “ But when it’s happening you don’t really protest now do you?”

He could practically her blush through the phone at that tease, his smirk growing more now. His hand moved up to the back of his neck and rubbed it absently. She was too easy to tease sometimes. “ You like it don’t you, sugar. “ He said, his voice coming out more rough now. He couldn’t stop the images that filled his mind as he spoke, they were starting to effect him too now.

“ You like when I leave marks all over you. “ He continued quietly. “ Leaving you all bitten and bruised in the shape of my hands. “ He knew they were both getting effected by his words. He could hear her breath hitch slightly on the other line and it made his pants tighten in response, biting his lip under his mask.

“ You don’t complain when I rip through your clothes to touch your body. “ He said, his voice barely a whisper now from the huskiness of his voice. He wasn’t sure he could stop the words even if he wanted to. Her soft breaths against the phone was making his chest tighten with need. “ When I use my knife to- “ he stopped himself before his voice got too ragged.

“Amex gold in the 3rd drawer, buy some nice stuff.” He said out of no where

Ghost froze, his mind momentarily distracted from his own lust and his smirk faltered slightly. Was he really giving her his credit card? He didn’t have to. She certainly didn’t need it. But when he thought about it, his eyes darkened. The thought of her buying something with his money and wearing it had his blood heating. He took a slow breath in, trying to push down the possessive feeling in his chest.

“ Are you sure about that sugar? “ He muttered, moving his hand to his jaw and rubbing the skin there. He knew he should be telling her no. But that damn possessiveness he had was making him hard to think clearly. He wanted her in his clothes and in his things.

A grin formed on my face “I’ll make sure I’ll look perfect when you come back.”

A shiver went down his spine at her soft reply. He could practically see that cheeky grin on her face. And he hated the fact the the thought of her in anything of his was making him needy and wanting. She was going to be the death of him. “ Don’t tease me, sugar. “ He muttered, his voice coming out as a near growl.

I laughed “go back to your debrief baby, I’ll talk to you soon.”

Ghost couldn’t keep the grumble from leaving his throat as she ended the call. He was going to be useless in the debrief now. His mind had now been filled with the image of her buying clothes with his credit card. It was almost like she did this on purpose. He put his phone away and took a moment to compose himself before heading back to his debrief.

He was definitely turned on. But he tried to force it down as he walked back into the room. His captain picked up the conversation but he barely even heard it. His mind was filled with thoughts of Shym spending his money, wearing his clothes. It was driving him insane thinking of it.

And I went crazy on my shopping, but kept it on a limit. 5k max, the poor man’s credit shouldn’t become a issue in the future.

I got a facial, new hairstyle, shoes, clothes, makeup and the cherry on top expensive lingerie.

Despite only having a limit on the credit card, it didn’t take long for the charges to appear on his account with every purchase she made.

He groaned when he pulled out his phone to check his credit card usage and saw all the transactions. 5k was gone within an a few hours. But he couldn’t deny that he liked it. She was using his money and buying things they both would enjoy. He bit his lip as he checked how much he had left and decided it wasn’t a problem. He could just ask for an increase if he really needed to.

But the fact that she had just spent 5k on makeup, shoes etc. made him smirk. His mind immediately went to imagining the amount of things she would buy with a higher limit. But he couldn’t let himself dwell on that at the moment. He had a meeting to go to and his captain would notice his distracted state if he didn’t compose himself quickly.

That evening he FaceTimed me, still with his mask on and getting ready for bed, we had a little timezone difference as I was in New York and he was in Chile on a mission

“Enjoying the summer weather right now in chile?”

He was in the room they gave him for the mission. He had just finished changing into some clean clothes after a long debrief and was just sitting down on his bed, checking his phone. He chuckled at her words and leaned back, laying against the headboard. “ You could say that. “ He replied as he shifted on his bed, getting comfortable. “ The heat wave has been a pain to deal with while in the field. “

I scoffed “English lads cannot deal with shite, when can I finally take you to my parents in the Seychelles without complaints?”

He rolled his eyes as she teased him, knowing full well that he absolutely hated the heat. It was ironic given that the first place she wanted him to go to was to her parent’s villa in the hottest place in the world. “ Never. “ He replied. “ Can your parents even handle me, sweetheart? “ He shot back teasingly.

He could tell by her expression that she was pouting at his response. He chuckled at that and felt a pang of wanting in his chest. He missed her face. “ Stop pouting love. “ He chastised, his voice quieter now. “ Can’t believe you’d rather take me to a hot sunny island than a cold snowy one. “

“You want exotic, you get exotic!” I exclaimed. “Wait let me turn on my camera, look at my hair!”

He groaned in response, already knowing that she was just taking the piss now. “ exotic huh? “ He retorted, shaking his head in fake disappointment as he watched her turn on her camera. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the new look, his eyes darkening as he took in the new colour. “ Well… looks good. “ He said, his voice coming out a bit strangled.

His pupils dilated quickly, his hands clenching into the sheets. He didn’t expect her to do that so suddenly. “ Christ… “ He mumbled, his voice coming out in a rough whisper. “ You’re cheeky… “ he said, his tone slightly scolding as he swallowed hard.

He could feel himself growing hard from the brief view and he growled softly in frustration. “ Shouldn’t have done that when I’m not there to touch you sugar. “ He hissed, his grip getting tighter on the bedsheets.

I started to touch my bra “means you need to come back fast.”

His eyes followed your hands as you started to touch your bra. He wanted to touch it. “ You’re not making it easy. “ He grumbled, shifting on the bed and grabbing his mask. “ You’re being naughty when I can’t even touch you. “

He pulled his mask off and raked a hand through his hair, trying to push back the lust building in his body. His eyes were dark as he looked at her. “ You’re being extra cheeky, sugar. “ He said, his voice sounding more rough now.

“Send more cash and I’ll behave..” I laughed

He cursed silently in his mind when she said that. He hated how damn easy she could rile him up, and even more how easily she could get him to cave to her demands. He didn’t even hesitate before he quickly logged into his app and transferred more money.

He wasn’t even sure how much he sent as he was too hasty in giving in to her. The second it was transferred, he looked back up at her, his eyes darker than before. “ Should I send more. “ He growled, his voice coming out as huskier than usual.

I smiled and let me camera see my thighs, red pantie with gold chain on my belly “maybe..”

His breath hitched at the sight of her thighs and the red panties. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and compose himself. But it didn’t really help. “ You’re going to drive me insane… “ He muttered, his voice coming out as a low growl. “ I bet you bought them with my card as well.”

“All for you baby, you know I’m your sugar.” I whispered

He felt his chest twist at that and his eyes darkened further. “ Too damn sweet for me. “ He grumbled, his gaze roaming over all the exposed skin on the screen.” When I come back I swear I’ll leave your skin bruised.”

He felt the possessive feeling grow in his chest. This wasn’t fair. She was thousands of miles away and he couldn’t even touch her. “ Teasing me when I’m not able to even hold you. “ He growled as he stared at her. “ You’re going to be the death of me, sugar.”

My hands traveled over my belly towards the rim of my panties

His eyes immediately followed the movement of her hands towards her panties and his breath hitched again. He bit his lip, trying to control himself but failing miserably. “ Jesus Christ… “ He muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.

“Can I touch myself for you si?”

He growled when she asked that, his eyes darkening even more. “ Christ…. “ He was struggling to keep his voice in control now, his chest tightening. “ You want to touch yourself for me, sugar? “ He asked, his voice coming out as a gruff whisper.

He ran a hand down his chest, wanting the touch her so badly it was driving up insane. “ Do it. “ He said, his tone commanding now

He leant back against the headboard, getting comfortable as he watched her intently. “ I wish to Christ you were here in front of me. “ He bit out, his voice coming out as a huff.

My finger making circles, aroused, in need of touch, arched back. He saw it all “I miss you too baby.. but I can’t stay dry forever.”

His breath hitched at the sight before him, his mind starting to race at the sight of her arching back. “ God you’re beautiful.” He choked out, his voice strained as he watched her. “ Keep taking your time… I want to watch every movement you make.”

I started to whimper “send some more money baby I’ll give the best show you want..”

He groaned at the sound of her whine but wasted no time sending more money. “ How much more do you want, sugar. “ He growled out, his eyes glued to the screen, watching her movements.

“Make it… it… 1k” I whimpered

He grunted but obliged, sending the money immediately. “ You’re getting spoiled. “ He muttered as he watched her on the screen. “ But goddamn do I like spoiling you.”

He shifted on the bed, his sweatpants starting to get tight with his growing need. His eyes were fixated on her, his hands clenching the sheets tightly. “ Keep going.. “ He encouraged, his voice coming out as a ragged whisper.

He ached to be the one touching her instead of her own hands. His chest felt tight with want as he watched her movements on the screen. “ Tell me what you’re thinking about.” He asked, his voice coming out in a low growl.

“I’m thinking about you, how you should be ripping my clothes now..”

He growled at her words, his eyes darkening even more with possessiveness. “ Goddamn it… Wish I was there to rip those new clothes to shreds. “ He muttered, his grip on the sheets getting tighter.

He shifted slightly on the bed again, his body feeling like it was on fire. “ You wearing anything that’s mine sugar? “ He asked, his voice coming out huskier than normal.

I kept circling and showed my new heels, clear glass and high “I hope you like them..” I started to moan as I became wetter

He growled softly when she showed him the heels. “ I like all the things you bought with my card. “ He said, his gaze darkening as he watched her move. “ But your new moans are the best thing you’ve gotten with my money so far.”

“It’s VIP..” I started to arch again and it became intense “si…”

He groaned at her arching, feeling himself straining in his pants. “ God… “ He muttered out, his body feeling like it was on fire from desire. “ You’re being extra needy when I’m away. “ He said, his voice coming out as a rough grumble.

“I can’t hold it any longer..” I moaned

He felt the need to touch her growing stronger as he watched her on the screen. “ Don’t hold it anymore.” He ordered, his voice coming out as a ragged whisper. “ I want to watch you….”

And I released, I felt hazy hands wet and sticky from myself

He inhaled deeply at the sight of her release, his body feeling like it was burning with need. He wanted to touch her so badly. “ Christ… “ He muttered as he watched her, his eyes darkening further.

He shifted again on the bed, trying to get some relief from the tightness in his pants. “ I wish I was the one giving you that cum. “ he growled out, his voice ragged. “ Goddamn it… “

He clenched the sheets tightly, his body feeling like it was being consumed by her. “ You look so goddamn beautiful when you come. “ He choked out. His eyes were glued to the screen, taking in every movement she made. “

You make me want to break opsec and come home so bad. “ He growled softly, his body feeling like it was on fire.

“Then make sure those enemies are dead in no time. Now go focus on your job I’m tired baby..”

He nodded, reluctantly agreeing with her. “ Fine. “ He huffed out, his body still feeling like it was on fire from desire. “ Get some sleep sugar, I’ll finish up and be home soon. “ He said, his tone coming out gruff and rough.

“Will do Simon, I love you and stay safe..” I gave a kiss trough the camera

He chuckled softly when she gave him a kiss through the camera. “ Love you too, baby. “ He returned the kiss with one of his own. “ I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? “ He said, his tone still sounding a bit rough, but softer now.

He looked at her for a moment, his eyes softening. “ Sweet dreams, okay? “ He said before reluctantly ending the call, his body still feeling like it was on fire with need.

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[endelineinwonderland]

Let The Light In: Part 9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Words: 2K

Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Friends to enemies to lovers (but the reader doesn’t know why they’re enemies), reader is actually so incredibly in the wrong, slow burn, fluff, suggestive scenes.

A/N: WAR IS OVER!!!! Also, it's finals week and I didn't get off work 'till 11 so this really wasn't supposed to happen but here we are I guess! Gonna have to edit this in the morning cause there's no way in hell I'm going to bed after 6 (apologies, but too many sleep-related sacrifices have already been made tonight.) Also, I might be moving to fast but the angst was getting to me as much as y'all so we can save the heart to heart for later, let them fuck it out first.

To love Paige, you have to truly understand her, and you do, as well as you know the back of your hand. Paige often acts impulsively, leaving you to think things through for her, and the last time you neglected this responsibility, she stopped talking to you for a year. You were never going to make that mistake again, and as a result, everything had meticulously planned everything down to the smallest detail.

As you laid in bed next to her, you had been decided it would be in your best interest, and more importantly in Paige’s best interest, to stay away from her. You had run through a million different scenarios, lived out each and every possible outcome in your mind, and this was the only one that made sense long-term, at least that's what you told yourself.

Truthfully, the timing had worked out perfectly. Paige always got hyper-focused before game days, so your absence hadn’t been noticed. You just had to get through that morning, pretending to be asleep when she had pressed kisses to your cheeks to ‘wake’ you, feigning enthusiasm as she rummaged through your fridge for the ingredients to make the lemon pancakes she "missed so much," and suppressing your tears when you hugged her goodbye, knowing it would be the last time you’d let yourself have her like this. You waved at her with a forced grin as she drove off, and you hadn’t spoken to her since.

When you had to face her again, you had a plan. You had accounted for her coming up to you during halftime; you’d be pleasant, more professional than normal, but not in any noticeable ways. You would just be laying the groundwork for your plan: to slowly drift away.

Paige would never know you had intentionally left her, and the memory of you would be something she could look back upon fondly, an old almost-love-story from her college days.

You hadn’t, however, planned at all for a massive upset, one that would leave Paige practically storming off the court when the fourth-quarter buzzer finally signaled the end of the disastrous game. And you definitely hadn’t planned to receive a call from Ice right after you’d finally wrapped up your work for the night and just tucked yourself into bed. In all honesty, you hadn’t accounted at all for the effect Paige had on you, and your resistance is only so strong.

“Hey, sorry to bother you so late, but is Paige with you?” Ice's voice crackled through the phone, sounding unusually tense. “No, she’s not with me. Why?” The girl on the other end of the line spoke in frantic, hushed tones to someone in the background before finally responding to you, “She hasn’t returned to the dorms since after the presser, we just got back from dinner and we thought she was here, but she’s left her phone in her room and her car is gone. When we realized this we just assumed she'd gone to you.”

Your heart sank. Paige had a tendency to disappear a bit when she didn’t want people to know how she was feeling, but she’d never physically left, normally just opting to shrink in on herself, her smile becoming a little less bright, and her voice piping up fewer and fewer times until she was completely silent, as she would typically remain for the rest of the night, adamantly denying that anything was wrong.

In a knee-jerk reaction, you check her location, silently thanking God for how out of it you had been the days after Paige’s injury, more specifically, that your mutual distress had made you forget to stop sharing your locations. The thanks quickly turned to quiet curses, however, when you see her location displayed atop an outline of her dorm room on the map and Ice’s voice echoed in your mind, “She’s left her phone.” But, before you could close the app, the location of an AirTag speeding rapidly down highway 95 caught your eye. When the two of you had left her car a few nights ago after ice cream, you’d forgotten one of your camera bags, one that had a tag in it.

In the blink of an eye, any former resolve to stay away from the blonde was completely obliterated. You’d never gotten to your car faster.

You couldn't believe you were doing this. After meticulously planning every detail to ensure a seamless, unnoticed exit from Paige's life, you now find yourself racing down the highway at breakneck speeds, chasing a signal from a damn camera bag. You kept your eyes glued to the road, your heart impossibly pounding faster with each mile you covered.

The AirTag's location pinged consistently, a tiny beacon guiding you to her. Your inability to act even vaguely nonchalant about the girl was becoming distressing; any and all thoughts of self-preservation flew out the window as you passed another exit sign. If she were a lighthouse, you’d intentionally steer yourself to crash onto her shores, if just for the sake of being near her.

As the minutes stretched into an eternity, the familiar landscape of a lookout point came into view. You exhaled a shaky breath, memories flooding back of the night Paige had brought you here, when you had fallen asleep in her car and woken up hours later—still in her car—just to give her so much shit about it, dumping all your feelings into the vehicle until there was no room left for hers.

You try to stop your racing thoughts as you pull up next to the blonde’s familiar black car, this isn't about you, this is about Paige. An eerie cloak of silence smothering you immediately as you shut off your engine.

There she was, sitting on the hood, her figure silhouetted against the dusky sky. She looked so small, so fragile, and for a moment, you hesitated. But the thought of leaving her alone like this, of sticking to your plan despite everything, seemed unbearable, and even worse, it felt familiar.

You climb out of your car and approach her slowly. Paige didn’t look up, but you know she is aware of your presence. You stop a few feet away, the cool night air wrapping around you both as you struggle to decide what to do.

“Paige,” you call softly.

She turns her head slightly, her eyes meet yours, the complete and utter relief evident in her expression almost making you stumble back. “What are you doing here?” she finally says, her voice barely a whisper. “Ice called me. Said you were missing,” you explain, taking a tentative step closer. “I realized my bag is still in your trunk, so I followed the location tag.” She nods, turning her attention back to the scene in front of her as a sob racks her body, seemingly out of nowhere.

You hurry to her side, standing in front of her, tucking yourself between her long legs hanging off the car hood. “Love, don’t cry,” the term of endearment passing through your lips before you could think to stop it. She wraps herself around you, ankles locked around your hips, and upper body slouched completely into yours. “I let everyone down tonight.” Her voice came through muffled, her head tucked into your shoulder.

Acting on instinct, your hands move to run through her hair, playing gently with the ends before moving to run across her back in a desperate attempt to be comforting with something other than your words, which always seemed to fail you.

“I’m sorry for running away, I realized when I got here that I should probably have stayed with someone, that I needed to be with you, but I left my phone at home, and it’s a long drive back.” Paige catches you off guard.

‘I needed to be with you.’

‘I needed to be with you.’

‘She needs to be with you.’

Finally, after probably a million mental repetitions, it finally clicked: she needs you. Just because she didn’t always want you, doesn’t mean she hasn’t always needed you. Maybe even in the same way you desperately need her. You feel incredibly stupid, all along, has it really been that damn simple? Definitely not you decide, but right now the girl you love, 'the girl who loves you', is hurting and that's enough to make you push anything aside. That conversation can happen later, right now you're going to be there for Paige. You're going to prove to yourself that it's okay for you to be with her.

You lean down to press a tentative kiss against the corner of her mouth. “I’m always so proud of you, P, you know that?” Another whimper leaves her throat as you begin to speak. “I’ve watched you win a million games and lose a few too, but when I look at you, I always feel the exact same, so proud of everything you’ve done that after some games I’ve had to go sit alone in my office because it felt like my heart was going to give out if I stayed near you.” Her grip tightens around you, “I really love you.” The pang that normally hits your chest at these words felt duller than normal as you respond, “I love you too.”

“Tonight was bad.” She breaks the silence after a while. “It wasn’t great, no, but I know you, and I know you won’t tolerate it happening again.” You reply, your hand still running in soothing circles across her back. “I just got so stressed I have no idea why, and the whole team took the hit, it’s not fair.” Her voice is tight; she is close to tears again as you pull yourself back to look at her.

“Baby, what’s going on, why were you stressed?” A small shrug and diverted gaze are all you get in response. “You looked tired, have you been sleeping alright?” Her breath stutters, eyes finally meeting yours. “I’ve just accepted that now that I can sleep next to you again, I’m not going to fare so well on my own.” She replies before leaning down to press the softest kiss possible against your parted lips, testing the waters.

Once again, she catches you off guard with the reminder of just how mutual your longing has been this whole time. “We can drive home, you can stay with me.” You reply when your lips finally leave hers, god you'd missed that feeling more than Paige will ever know, and you love letting yourself feel it. She gives you a small shake of her head. “I’m too tired to drive all the way back, I booked a motel room for the night when I realized.”

Being completely unable to resist an opportunity to stay close to her seemed to be the theme of the night you decide as you reply, “Okay, baby then let’s go there. I can take care of you there.”

The motel was a nondescript, low-slung building off the highway, its neon sign flickering in the night as you pulled into the parking lot behind Paige’s car.

Once in the room, you turned on a dim bedside lamp, casting a soft glow over the basic furnishings. Paige sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, waiting to speak until you took a seat beside her, the mattress dipping under your combined weight. Her voice is hesitant, “I know I said I was tired, but I don’t want to go to sleep yet.”

Your brows furrow. “What do you want to do instead, love?” She turns to face you before replying, “I want to not think about that stupid fucking game.”

Your gaze turns to the ancient TV sitting on the dresser beside you. “We could watch something?” You suggest, despite being not entirely convinced the thing was even functional. Her eyes practically roll back into her head, hands moving to cup your cheeks as she mutters, “I want to be distracted, not have a distraction.”

‘Oh.’

Her lips were on yours in an instant. Whatever it is about Paige and kissing you until you couldn’t breathe the second she got you alone in a hotel room would need to be studied further you decide as she moves to push you against the mattress, sinking her body weight onto you. Even if right now this is fueled entirely by her need to forget the night she's had, you’ll take it.

She breaks the kiss. “Is this okay?” ‘She has to be kidding’ you think, some might think the two of you were moving too fast but you know that this has been building up for months if not years. “Paige, this is more than okay.” She grins before tilting your chin up to capture your lips once again.

Her mouth quickly ends up moving down to your neck, planting soft kisses down the base of it before nipping at the skin of your collarbone, most definitely leaving a mark. Your head is spinning; you want her more than anything. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer to you before using her new center of gravity to your advantage, flipping the two of you so you are now resting above her.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your new arrangement, hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her, and her lips parted slightly as she looked up at you, anticipating your next move.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you look down at her, her body spread out beneath you. The sight alone is enough to make your mind race with thoughts that can only be described as downright filthy, and with one particularly vivid image of her chest heaving beneath you, you can't stop yourself. “How many baskets did you get tonight, baby?”

Her face twists into something you didn’t recognize, annoyance perhaps? Distress? “You know I only got four, why’d you feel the need to bring that up right now?” She murmurs, her voice sounding almost ashamed despite how shamelessly her hips were rutting up against yours, begging for more friction.

Unable to resist the urge to feel her you lean down to press a sweet kiss against her pouting lips before pulling back to smile down at her again.

“I bet I can make four feel like a lot.”

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What the Fuck is Up with Secretary Hong? Pt. 2 - I Think I Wanna

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note: I have since updated the mlist warnings, but reader experiences something like a mix between ochlophobia (fear of crowds) and claustrophobia (fear of small/closed spaces). It's something I personally deal with to a smaller degree, and I find it hard to label as one or the other

By the time Joshua has made it inside the restaurant, which is practically hidden in the corner of an OMO hotel, his breath has all but run out. He can feel his sweat starting to absorb in his suit, and as he approaches the host desk, he curses Seungcheol under his breath.

If the host notices his dishevelled state, she doesn't show it. With a polite smile, she simply greets, "Hello."

"I'm looking for the Vipe--" Joshua heaves in a breath and reconsiders his words. Probably best not to use that malicious moniker in front of your employees, right? Damn. "I mean--"

Before he can say your name, the host gestures into the restaurant. "Right this way, sir."

She leads him inside and past more than a few tables before they approach some floor-to-ceiling windows, which show off one of the city's parks outside.

You're sitting at a table for two, one leg crossed over the other and a glass of wine in your hand. Despite no doubt hearing the the host excuse herself, you don't turn away from the window.

Shit. He knew you'd be mad.

As the host leaves, you bring the wineglass up for one more sip, then push your chair back and stand up. "You're late," you say dryly, then finally meet his eyes.

And yeah-- wow. He understands why people are intimidated by you now.

You've got this blacker than black suit on, a devastating emerald sheen to it that makes Joshua's nicest suit feel like a knock-off brand. It doesn't look like you're just wearing it; more like it's intrinsically part of your ruthless, terrifying, powerful...

Alluring.

...nature.

Joshua's shoulders keep rising and falling against his will. He's out of breath. Still.

Right, he's supposed to say something now. That's how conversations work.

You walk up to him, arms crossed as your sharp eyes assess him up and down.

"I'm so sorry," Joshua starts. "My--"

But he doesn't actually know what to say about Seungcheol's whereabouts, since even Joshua has no idea where his usually reliable boss is. Seungcheol's never gone MIA like this before, and certainly not for a meeting as important as this one, with a person as attractive as--

--as important as you, he means.

"I can explain--"

"IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT."

Joshua whips around at the loud blast of music, eyes instinctively trying to find where Bruno Mars' voice booms from.

"WE'RE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING DUMB TO DO."

He doesn't spot the speakers, but he watches in shock as people file into the seating area from all directions, and even some of the customers stand up from their tables to...

"HEY BABY, I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU."

Oh, holy hell. "A flash mob," Joshua mutters. "In 2024?"

The once-undercover dancers surround a table in the middle of the restaurant, but there are so many of them that some twirl directly in front of Joshua.

"IS IT THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES?"

As the music blares on, Joshua recalls your assistant telling him there would be a proposal during the meeting between you and Seungcheol. He assumed it would be more... classy in a place like this, though. Did you know about this? You couldn't have, right? This isn't exactly the environment for a professional meeting.

He should probably apologize for this, too. It's as much his job as it is Kim Jiwoo's to make sure these things run smoothly.

When he turns around to say sorry again, though, you're gone.

Well. No.

Joshua looks down from where you once were, and he finds you crouched on the ground, both your hands covering your ears.

"Are you..." He kneels down in front of you, hands reaching out even though he doesn't know what he plans to do with them.

At the sound of his voice, you lift your head, and your eyes meet his once more. They're different now, though -- wider, trembling, panicked.

Mesmerizing.

A sweeping dancer's foot flies near your head. You flinch. Joshua looks around, decides enough is enough, and gently places his hand on your arm. "Let's go," he says softly, just loud enough that you can hear him over the music. They're really going to play the whole song, huh?

He leads you along the walls towards an exit, one of his hands not quite touching your back, but there to guide you, and the other still on your forearm. You say nothing, just shutting your eyes and wincing when you pass a speaker and the music is louder than ever. Once you both reach a hallway out of the restaurant though, you take over and starting walking faster in a direction Joshua doesn't recognize. Eventually, he finds himself on some sort of outdoor patio.

You lean back against a wall, exhaling and rubbing both hands on your neck.

He should say something, he thinks, but he doesn't know what.

From your pocket, you pull out a packet of gum. You unwrap one with practised efficiency and stick it in your mouth. Closing your eyes again, you chew on the gum for a few moments while Joshua watches your breathing steadily become even again.

You peek an eye open at him, drop your head and wince, then reach for another stick of gum in the packet so you can hold it out for him.

Joshua eyes the gum. "Are you okay?"

You shrug. "A little embarrassed, yes. You've seen a side of me I wasn't planning to share."

Your direct words make him feel sheepish, like he forced something from you despite having nothing to do with that flash mob. He takes the gum only because you keep holding it out, and he doesn't want to be the reason your arm gets tired.

You smile when he unwraps his gum, and he fumbles with it a little at the sight. It's the first time he's seen a smile on you, and he wonders if all the people who say you're cold and ruthless and a knife or whatever have seen it before. Maybe you keep it to yourself because it's just too beautiful.

"Embarrassing moment aside, I apologize for the interruption. I wasn't aware that would be occurring."

Joshua nods, unsure why you're bothering apologizing so sincerely to him when he's just the secretary. "It's alright."

You hold out your hand again, empty this time, for a handshake. "You must be Choi Seungcheol. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"No," Joshua says immediately, about to correct you until his own tongue seems to freeze. He meets your eyes, and they're different again. Not the cold, high-ranking person of power look from those first moments, not the panicked, wide eyes from your bout of fear, but eyes with a playful, open shine to them. Eyes that are a little shy, but not afraid to be here after showing vulnerability. And before his brain can catch up, he's taking your hand in his own. "No, uh... The pleasure is all mine."

Alarms start blaring in the back of his mind, a siren that sounds an awful lot like STUPID, IDIOT, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, but he ignores it entirely for multiple reasons. One being that your smile widens, and he likes looking at it.

"Unfortunately I'll have to cut this short today," you tell him, pulling your hand out of his reluctant grasp and nodding towards the direction of the restaurant. Joshua can still hear the faint musings of Bruno Mars. "I have a bit of a situation to deal with. Perhaps we can reschedule? I'm eager to here what Geomsoft has to offer."

"Of course... Maybe I should just get your number?"

You start heading for the door. "I'll have my assistant send it to you."

"Oh, um--" Panicking, Joshua reaches for your arm, and he succeeds in stopping you, but he lets go when you eye his hand and let out an awkward little laugh. "Tell her to contact my secretary."

"Mr Hong?" you ask. He hopes you don't see how his name coming from your lips affects him.

He keeps his voice as steady as possible to say, "Yes."

"Okay." You put your hand on the door handle, taking one last look at him. "I will see you soon, Choi."

As the door falls shut behind you, Joshua can only think one thing.

What the hell did he just do?

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[18250mm]

She Kicks Ass | N. Romanoff

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x GN!Super-Soldier!Reader

Word Count: 1,122

Warnings: None

Summary: You save Clint’s ass when Natasha gets angry at him, but not before reminding everyone just how good she is at kicking ass.

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“Who the hell ate my sandwich?!” Natasha’s voice echoed through the Avengers Compound. She’d just come back from a tough morning at the gym and she was, without a doubt, ready for lunch.

When the redhead opened the refrigerator to grab the food you had so graciously prepared for her before heading off to fulfil your own duties at S.H.I.E.L.D., it was gone.

Pissed wasn’t even enough to describe how she felt right now.

“What are you yelling about, baby?” you asked, walking into the kitchen since you were on your lunch break too. “How was your training this morning?”

You and Natasha had been together for about two years now, having started dating a few months after you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. You had defected from HYDRA — although… to be fair, you never really agreed with their ideologies in the first place — after being born to parents in the organisation. With your expertise and skill sets matching that of a high-ranking agent, you worked closely with Maria and Natasha as the second Deputy Director.

You weren’t small either, making you useful for certain field missions. Since HYDRA loved to experiment on their troops, it came as no surprise when you were eventually chosen to test their latest version of the super-soldier serum. It wasn’t an exact replica of the one Steve Rogers had coursing through his veins, but hey — at least it didn’t kill you.

“It was good up till the point I found out that someone ate the sandwich you made for me,” Natasha replied with a pout before resuming her stoic expression. “And when I find out who it is–”

She didn’t even finish her sentence before storming off (not without giving you a quick peck on the lips, of course) — but you knew exactly what she was going to say. You weren’t the most religious, yet you found yourself saying a silent prayer for the culprit.

You chuckled, turning around to grab the same ingredients you had used to make the first sandwich. Whatever happened to the last one, you didn’t know; but you weren’t going to let that spoil your girlfriend’s mood for the rest of the day.

…

A good 10 minutes had passed since you last saw Natasha. You’d finished preparing and bagging the second sandwich, and was awaiting the redhead’s return before lunch was over.

You had also brewed a fresh pot of coffee, mostly for the two of you to enjoy, but in good nature, the rest of the team too.

“Y/N! Y/N, help me!” came an exasperated whisper from across the room.

Turning around in confusion, your furrowed brows quickly softened when you saw Clint running into the kitchen with… a sandwich in his mouth.

Natasha’s sandwich.

He had taken it. And your girlfriend was hot on his tail.

“You really should know better than to take Nat’s food, Hawkeye,” you told him, but stepped aside anyway for him to climb into the vent above you. “She isn’t the kind of target you’d wanna mess with. You know that.”

The blond rolled his eyes and nodded, mumbling quick apologies you couldn’t even make out. “Mmank hyou!” he said — and that was the last you saw of him as he disappeared somewhere into the inner spaces of the Avengers Compound.

“I don’t care if you’re my best friend, I wouldn’t even let my sister eat that sandwich! Y/N made it for me!” you heard your lover’s voice as she made her way towards you — she had definitely seen Clint turn the corner here — with Wanda, Yelena and Kate behind her.

By now, a small crowd had formed — with all the shouting and vent-climbing, how could it not? — around you two.

Natasha came to a halt and looked around. “Detka, where’s Clint?”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “I haven’t seen him, I thought he was with Kate,” you met the tall brunette’s eyes, subtly motioning for her to go along with it.

At first, Kate didn’t catch on, shaking her head before glancing up and spotting her mentor directly above her as he watched the scene unfold while chewing on the sandwich. Her eyes widened and she went into a coughing fit — causing all eyes to turn to her for a brief moment.

“I’m fine, thank you,” the young archer assured everyone. “Uh, yeah. Clint was just with me, ‘Tasha. I think he went to the armoury to grab more trick arrows…”

“I could’ve sworn I saw him come in here with my food,” Natasha mumbled, sighing. You immediately wrapped your arms around her comfortingly. “I really wanted that sandwich.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” you cooed, stepping aside to reveal her newly-replaced lunch and a cup of coffee. “I made you another one. Now, how ‘bout you eat before our break’s over?”

The way Natasha’s eyes lit up was the reason you wanted to do everything in life that would make her smile like that.

“Thank you,” she whispered, kissing you on the cheek as you tightened your grip on her.

“I’m just glad she won’t kick Barton’s ass today,” Tony laughed. “Though I’m sure with Rogers and Barnes around, that won’t be too easy for her.”

You merely scoffed at the billionaire’s statement. “My girlfriend can totally kick their asses! She can kick anyone’s ass. Hell, she can even kick my ass. And she has, many times. It was hot.”

Natasha watched you lovingly and casually sipped on her coffee as you rambled on. The other Avengers laughed, some shaking their heads while others looked away nervously because they saw no lie in what you said.

“Thank you for coming to my sister’s rescue,” said Yelena. “But I feel the need to clarify that I am still better than her.”

“Yeah, okay. We’ll see about that,” your beloved redhead replied sarcastically, finishing the rest of her food and putting the dishes in the sink. “Come, sestra. Let’s put that to the test.”

As the two made their way to the gym — with Wanda shaking her head and mumbling something along the lines of ‘here we go again’ — and the rest dispersed to either have their lunch or resume whatever task they had been doing, you sat alone by the island and took a bite of your own sandwich.

You smiled to yourself, thinking about how good you had it despite having to risk your life every day. You were absolutely in love with Natasha Romanoff, not to mention the amazing family you’d made with the Avengers.

Your thoughts were briefly interrupted when a blur of purple darted past you, but not before giving you a kiss on the head.

“Thanks for saving me back there, Y/N/N!” Clint waved, making his way to the armoury to actually get some of those trick arrows so Natasha wouldn’t be suspicious.

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[rosie-writings]

Something In the Way You Lay

Summary: Vessel agrees to do an interview making you panic, but you realize it’s not an interview but an announcement, a tribute.

Warnings: Vessel x Reader smut, Oral sex, Unprotected sex, overall heart wrenching fluff…

Words: 5.3k

No Y/N Use

Title is from ‘Jericho’ by Sleep Token

When Vessel was asked to do that interview, a part of me froze to the floor in shock that he agreed.

It was backstage after a show, and I was in the middle of the chaos between celebrating, post show rituals, and crew clean up. It was always get to venue, work with venue, go to the next venue that I forgot to catch my breath in between. IV was the one who told me when Vessel spoke to their manager and a manager from the venue who brought a man who worked at the radio station around the corner. It sounded crazy and on a whim, but there was no other way I would expect any of them to accept an interview.

“I’m sorry, what now?” Was the only way I could reply to IV’s foreign words. He huffed a laugh as the facemask and jacket hit the sofa behind him. He brushed a hand through dripping sweaty hair.

”You heard me, so hurry and get shit together.” He tried to walk past me but I stood in front of him.

”An interview? You guys are taking an interview right now?”

”Yeah,” he said. “Just Vessel and II actually, but this morning Vessel got a message from the radio statio sponsoring the venue, and we were asked to do two acoustic songs and maybe an interview in between and he said yes after sending an outline of what we are willing to talk about.”

”Jesus Christ,” I gasped and his arm moved past me.

”So let’s hurry because showers and packing are a must.” My eyes darted around the room. Backstage crew already started the dirty work of cleaning his dressing room so I spun on my heel to apologize to the venue’s backstage crew.

”Oh my god!” I gasped as I rounded the corner and collided into someone. “I’m so sorry.”

”You’re so good,” he laughed.

“I was actually looking for you,” I said and he paused. He was the backstage crew team leader.

”What’s up?”

”The band just now accepted an interview at the radio station and they are busting their ass trying to get over there. I’m really sorry but I gotta get their shit and take care of them. I usually clean the venue and help your team but I just fucking can’t—“

”No prob, I totally understand.”

“Okay good,” I sighed as I continued on past him. My heart pounded in my throat. “Thanks so much.” He waved me on as he collected his team.

Of course the first room I broke into was Vessel’s.

There he was back to the door with another crew member with him. He spun around hastily with his eyes wide and wandering. They softened as they landed on me.

”What?” I simply asked as I closed the door and walked up to him.

”Yes,” he quickly said. “It’s fine.”

”Are you sure it’s fine? Ivy talked about an outline, did you actually—“

”Yes,” he repeated as he whirled around and grabbed a paper from the desk. The fluorescent bulbs around it etched our shadows into the white walls on the other side of us. “Here. Make whatever changes you think are necessary. I already sent it to them, but we can give them a new physical—”

”Vessel,” I said quietly and he stopped. He looked at the crew member and they started for the door. I took a deep breath.

Alone now, he took a step closer.

”I’m really sorry we’ve been moving so fast I hardly have seen you.”

”That-That’s fine, we can talk about that later. Right now I’m wondering what the hell you’re thinking about saying in that—“

My voice died in my throat when he held my face with both of his hands.

”For such a pretty face it sure is twisted up with stress and anger a lot. Maybe chill out for a moment.”

I sighed impatiently before he kissed me. Maybe it numbed the ringing thoughts that pestered my mind, but it took my whine for him to pull away. I pushed him off me.

”No really though, what are you going to say?”

”You really think we have done anything not calculated? I didn’t mean to leave you out of this, I had known about the station’s interest, and we had already decided we’d do an acoustic like three or four days ago. Hey now, I know I’m sorry don’t be upset,” he soothed me as my eyebrows rose and cold air filled my lungs. “It was kind of spur of the moment, but at the same time we’ve been considering it for a while, honestly ever since this album dropped.”

”Why didn’t you say anything?”

”To be fair, it’s only one interview where we put harsh parameters the host must follow.”

”Maybe,” I sighed. “I’d like to be more in the loop of things.”

”I know,” he sighed this time. “And I’m sorry about that. We keep being pulled in different directions with work.” I held him tightly as his arms came around me.

“How the hell did you shower so fast?” He burst out laughing and pushed me away. “I just realized you already washed the paint off.”

”Yeah, I knew we were in a rush so I went straight to the showers. We gotta go now though,” he said as he turned back around and got his things in order.

”Ves?” A voice on the other side of the door grabbed our attention followed by a couple knocks.

”Yeah?” He asked and the door slowly opened.

”Oh hey,” III greeted me when his eyes landed on mine first. “Crew’s good to go.”

”Shit, already?” He asked. A few crew members rushed in from III’s side.

”Yeah so let’s go. The car’s out back and Ivy’s already waiting.”

”Alright,” he sighed. He yanked on a black hoodie, grabbed his sunglasses, a black face mask, and shoved paperwork, his laptop, and personal belongings back into his backpack before he followed me out of the room.

”Ves,” I whispered as I allowed more space between us and III.

”What?” He asked as his hands met my waist so he wouldn’t run into me.

”I could just go back to the hotel room, I don’t have to—“

”No, you’re coming.”

”Okay,” I simply said. I was not the one to argue with Vessel in the middle of a rushed group of people trying to get from one venue to another.

As we emerged from the backstage, another SUV pulled up and I looked to my right to see the first already leaving. Vessel and I got in just as II rushed through the backstage door as well. He hopped in the passenger front seat.

”The interview is literally only ten minutes,” Vessel started I watched as he looked up from his phone. “We don’t have time for much more if we want to sleep.”

”What will you even say in ten minutes?” II looked at me with a smirk that skipped my heart. What did they have planned? “Ves, what’s—“

”Did you not read the paper I showed you?” I shook my head.

”Uh no, I had an entire sixteen seconds to look at it before we hauled ass out of there.” II burst out laughing.

”It’s all planned. It’s just a message we’re sending out.”

A message.

I didn’t push them for anymore.

When should I ever have doubted them? Vessel gave me a dark all knowing look, and I wondered if this was all part of their show, why did they need me? More so, why did Vessel need me?

This was all his story anyway.

In the radio station, II led Vessel into the recording room with a guitar in hand, and I was surprised that II was the one playing and not IV or at least Vessel. But when I peered through the glass door, I watched the way their eyes met, and I remembered once again how this all started in the first place.

The last thing I anticipated was Vessel and II whipping out Jericho acoustic in the middle of an on air radio station at 11:45pm but here we were.

“Until I wake I dine on old encounters, you taste like new flesh.”

As Vessel sang, my eyes were totally transfixed just as they always were when that man opened his mouth. It wasn’t often that I got to watch II play guitar for him; he used to before they pulled an entire band together.

“Something in the way you lay, enough to make the dead switch graves.”

A round of chills itched my skin as I watched Vessel’s body move with his voice. What the hell were they doing and why the hell did they start with this song? This was old, before Vessel and I were together old, and that says a lot.

I knew what this song meant to him, and I knew its place in his story. It was the start of something different and new after he put to rest his life before.

And when II started fingerpicking the melody of Euclid, I almost wanted to cry. It was a beginning, it was an end. Or was Euclid an end? Maybe it was a corridor?

“Just run it back, give me five whole minutes I am thick tar on the inside burning…”

I couldn’t get over his voice, the way he moved as he sang. The deepest part of himself was exposed if only for a moment, and I was proud that the world got to see that of him. I got the rest.

“Call me when you have the time I just need to leave this part of me behind. Do you remember me?”

I concealed a gasp as I thought about it. The transformation—the ascension and inability to move on after learning a deeper knowledge—he can’t go back but if he wants to move on he has to recognize that it changed him. Now he asks if he’s still recognizable through this change.

“For me it’s still the autumn leaves, these ancient canopies, that we used to lay beneath…”

He’s known by her because of the setting they are in, wherever they are. I wrestled with the idea of this being him versus himself or if he had actually moved away, but it sounded to me that he was the only one who had changed because she had always been the same and she had always been there for him at the same time, every time.

“By now the night belongs to you, this bough has broken through. I must be someone new…”

What was the interview about? Why would Vessel crank these two songs out back to back before uttering a word?

“In turning divine, we tangle endlessly. Like lovers entwined I know for the last time. You will not be mine so give me the night…”

My lips parted in anticipation when II put down the guitar and the host and crew clapped. But Vessel grabbed the mic and brought it closer to his facemask as the host spoke.

With a fullness in his chest, Vessel completely interrupted the host’s first question.

“Light is what brought me closer to death. It’s not death itself that swallows whole, but the light that comes from it. Darkness is soothing after being burned, and when I allowed it to finally cover me, it made me new. I faced this light until it scoured me thoroughly, and I wasn’t sure I could ever feel whole again but I fought and fought through this anger and it promised something on the other end. I had known a kind of peace until this chemical found me, and I had never seen light again after I fought it. But it took me out of all I knew; a naive place that tortured me none the wiser. Now, through ascending into this darkness, I found a different peace, one that I was sure no one thought was possible.

“Though I found that there is a god who has made peace known, and even though I have stood face to face with her inside of myself, I have found that there’s still something beyond. Something inside of the looming dark that follows us even when we don’t know. It’s not the antithesis of who this god is, however, I have found that it not only lives not as an opposite, but a mirror of who this god could be. A shadow that this god created, and she has called it good.”

When Vessel pushed the microphone away, chills cascaded down my arms, and when they both stood up, I held my breath so my stomach could settle.

I didn’t wait to hear what the stunned radio host had to say as Vessel and II left the recording room, and I didn’t ask them what was going on when they passed me and b-lined for the backdoor from where we came. When we hopped into the SUV again, it sounded like Vessel took a breath.

And I was certain that it was the recycled air I once had because the tension in my chest nearly suffocated me.

”That was good, man,” II’s light cherry voice said as he reached a hand back.

”Thanks, man,” Vessel said casually and clapped his hand once. My throat burned and I laughed to break my tension.

”Jesus Christ.”

The closing of the hotel door was what welcomed the ringing back into my ears. Vessel passed me and dropped his bag to the floor. I slowly did the same as him. His voice in the interview and that light in his eyes; he was all consuming when those words flow through him. I watched as he pulled the facemask and glasses off, and I wasn’t able to think about anything else other than that interview.

Never in a lifetime would I assume Vessel would agree to an interview live on air, but there we were but four minutes post show.

“Hey,” he breathed. “Are you okay?”

”I think I’m very tired.” He nodded.

”Me too.”

“The next album will be so badass, won’t it?” And he broke a wide smile.

”If you let it be.” Of course I nodded, and he walked towards me.

”Won’t you show it to me already?” My voice was almost a whine as his hands traveled up my sides.

“You’ve looked in the mirror thousands of times already,” he sighed as he kissed my face and dropped his lips down my neck. I hummed as I tipped my head to the side to give him room.

“You’re an idiot.” I gasped when his teeth stung my skin. “But no really,” I gasped before a frustrated sound punched from me. He fully ignored me and devoured my skin leaving cool trails of chills in his wave. “I need to know. I need to hear it; it’s not fair that I don't get to hear it before the world—oh god.” He lifted me up by the backs of my thighs and laid me down on the bed.

”Vessel,” I whined his name but he didn’t give me an answer. He tried to distract me with his mouth, his hands, his body but of course it didn’t work. “At least tell me something.”

”Did you listen to what I said in the interview?” The knot in my throat bobbed and I nodded quickly.

”How can I ever not listen to what you have to say?” He sighed as that familiar endearing gaze looked down at me. He pushed the hair from my face.

”The entire point of the albums is how I learned to trust myself and find peace in myself after not being able to, you do know that right?” I nodded again. “And so if you listened to what I said at that interview—“

”You have a weird way of doing interviews.” He broke a smile but continued on.

”Then I wanted to ask you if you know what your name meant?” My heart skipped.

I knew what it meant, but when did he take the time to find out? Of course he did; at this point I had to assume that this man knew everything intricate because there was no detail he missed.

”What does it mean?” His voice playfully rose. I swallowed hard as his mouth etched down my throat again. I had to slam my eyes closed because the room dizzied around us. My hand found his hair as he pulled my shirt up and gave my stomach the same attention.

”It means,” I choked when his eyes flashed up at me evilly; his fingers traced the underside of the top of my pants. “It means belonging to the dark.”

“That’s right.” The sweet smoothness of his voice hit my skin and another wave of chills flooded the area locally. The zip of my pants. “So if you put two and two together…” A flush heated my face and I covered my eyes with the back of my arm. I couldn’t hold back a moan when my pants came off of me and pulled my underwear down with them.

“You’re insane,” I hummed. It was the only semblance of a sentence I could muster. He broke a laugh and held my hip with one hand; his thumb pushed into my skin and stroked the area that would probably soon be flushed red with irritation and friction. “Oh shit—“ My nails dug into his scalp when he sucked harsh bruises in between my thighs. He was so close but so far and everywhere all at once except the exact place I needed most. “You're just so-so obsessed with me, aren't you?”

”You know I’m obsessed with everything and everyone I love, and you I love the most.”

“Then hurry, why do you always keep me waiting.”

”Because I’m just really not kind and love to watch you beg for me and need me the way I need you.” Heat encapsulated my heart, and I pulled on him until he followed my touch and crawled eye level to me.

”I don’t think there’s a moment where I don’t need you.”

”Maybe I just enjoy watching you show it like this.”

”Maybe it just taps your ego when I’m begging for you.” His head tossed side to side in contemplation as a smirk drew on his dark lips.

”Maybe, maybe not—“ I pulled him into a kiss before he could waste anymore time and words. This time he moaned into my mouth when I pulled on his hair and touched down the front of his clothes.

When my hand reached the top of his sweatpants, he pushed his hips into it and I smiled through the kiss.

”And now you’re teasing me for wanting you back?” He gasped as he caught his breath. “You can’t blame me, it’s been a couple weeks now.”

“And whose fault is that?” He shook his head and dropped the playful demeanor.

When he shoved me into the pillows until I sank no more, I knew we were done with the teasing and prodding. Especially when he was the one who haphazardly pulled at his pants until they were on the floor. I was the one who snaked my hands up the front of his hoodie and remembered every inch of his skin before I, too, yanked an article of clothing off.

He moaned as it came up and over his head; he sat to his knees as I rose up and chased his skin down.

”Baby,” he hummed when I kissed his skin, staring at his chest and slowly making my way down. “Oh fuck—“ I startled him when I immediately wrapped my hand around him and stroked him slowly. I didn’t waste time, like I said, and I knew he assumed I wanted revenge in teasing but I couldn’t. He brushed his hand through my hair to keep it from my face, and his breathing became so heavy that his body moved in time with it.

When my kisses were so low that his heat fogged my breath and I felt the pacing of my hand on his length against my chin, he subconsciously pushed me lower.

”There’s no need to be so mean,” he sighed breathlessly.

And so I smiled up at him like he smiled at me from below.

He shook his head and blinked furiously.

“Now,” he demanded as his fingers gouged my scalp. With a gasp, I opened my mouth and took everything from him that I could. His moans alone were worth the teasing.

I moaned out of my nose once, partly because of the weight of him on my tongue and partly because I couldn’t breathe when he shoved that deep into me, and my eyes watered as he thrusted his hips harsher than he probably needed to.

”Good—fuck, you’re doing so well for me, always make me feel so good.”

I did. I always made him feel otherworldly, no wonder why he was so obsessed with me. I would be obsessed with myself too.

I moaned around him as he tapped the back of my throat and I pressed my tongue harder against the underside of him. He gasped and lurched forward only to be stung by my nails in his hips.

”Sorry,” he whispered ever so quietly. I came off of him with a gasp and stroked him quickly until uncontrollable moans punched out of him.

“Don’t suffocate me.” A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

”Don’t worry,” he laughed. “You take my breath away too.” I slapped his thigh as I took him down again. Another string of moans and explicit words fell from his mouth, and I repeated every movement that I knew pulled more and more of those sweet sounds from him. My hand now pumped him where I couldn’t comfortably reach, and his face twisted and his head rolled back with pleasure when I tightened around him. His hips rhythmically moved in and out, and I knew it built under his skin. I knew he climbed and climbed and I knew where he was going.

”Stop,” he breathed. “I’m filling you with my come somewhere else.” I gasped when he roughly pulled me off of him.

And when he was free, he acted so fast I didn’t have the time to think.

My head pinned to the pillows and my thighs pushed back until they couldn’t anymore. His mouth was on mine as if he needed to taste himself on my tongue, and I pulled and scratched him until I was sure he was permanently under my nails.

I didn’t stop him and I didn’t try to sit up and defy his unspoken orders when he kissed and bit down my body. He yelled anked the rest of my clothes off in the process, and I tried to catch my breath, but the fire under his mouth intensified and consumed me whole. How could I even take a breath when all his energy was spent on lavishing my body like this?

”Ves—“ He didn’t stop, no, not when I tried to call for him. Not when I tugged on his hair again; I knew it could bring him to his knees so of course it egged him on. ”Oh my god—“ A similar trail of expletives left my throat the moment his tongue met me. He pressed my thighs back and didn’t allow me a second to close them. His moans were all I needed to hear, and I tossed my head back.

Obscene noises of his tongue and fingers working the mess in between my legs mixed with my moans, and somewhere in the thick of it he also hummed at the taste of me. I felt the bed move once and twice and I wished it was me he grinded into instead of the mattress.

”Ves please, it’s enough.”

”Not enough for me,” he spat and dove back down. Tears welled in my burning eyes the moment his tongue replaced his fingers inside of me. His thumb now swirled against me and he didn’t slow the relentless movements even as I whined and begged.

“How many times do I have to tell you; I need you inside of me, now,” I seethed. He came up for air.

”You’ll tell me every single time I want you to and every time you say it I need to hear it again.”

”It just sounds like I’m in control here.” He scoffed and shook his head.

“You’re silly, who cares?” I didn’t, and certainly not when he looked at me like I gave him breath.

”Stop,” I whined. “I’m past ready. I want you.”

“I always want you,” he sighed in response, and when he crawled over me and sank down to kiss me, he slid into me in one startling motion. I whined against him, and immediately my palms found his back. It was so fast that I didn’t have time to catch my breath. He finally gave me what I asked for, but I didn’t expect him to so easily.

He was just as tired as I was.

”Oh god,” he sighed as he held my face, his thumb hooked under my jaw. “You always feel so fucking good for me, you’re mine. My bed, my home.” I groaned as he picked up the pace and rolled his hips with mine firmly.

”Ves,” I sighed and I pushed his hair back. He lifted himself high so he could catch his breath, and I couldn't pull my eyes from the way his closed tightly. His lips parted in pleasure and moans fell from them. His arm hooked under my waist and he yanked me down on him just as he fucked his hips forward. “Shit!” I gasped and that was when he opened his eyes and looked down with a smile.

”Yeah like that?” He teased. “You know I know what you like, you know I know how to make you feel good.”

”I know,” I whined. So I also rolled my hips towards him in time with his movements, and I squeezed around him just as he pushed as deep as he could.

”Fuck—“ he gasped, and he caught himself with his hand next to my head on the pillows. “If you keep doing that, you better be alright with me filling your pussy full because I can’t stop.” I choked a gasp from his cutthroat sentiment, and I only pulled him deeper and deeper.

”Can’t believe you would even question if I would be okay with that or not,” I spat and he grabbed me by the hair.

“Oh yeah? You would be okay being stuffed full of my come all the time, wouldn’t you?”

“If you don’t fuck me properly I might die.”

”Always the dramatics with you,” he sighed dramatically before he raised to his knees and yanked my hips over his thighs. I gasped and threw my hands to the bed behind me to keep me from falling back on my upper back.

”As if you’re not equally dramatic.” The only response he had for me was the punishing thrusts of his hips, and I bit my lip until I tasted blood so that the band member who shared walls with us didn’t have to hear me. “Oh my fucking god, this is just practice. When we get home I expect you to try to make neighbors hear you.”

”Fuck,” I cried when I opened my mouth. He grabbed my hips and fucked them down on him harder with a smile on his face. “The nearest house is a three minute walk away.” He laughed and nodded his head.

”Yeah, that’s how hard I’ll go on you.”

”I’m so close,” I finally broke. His smile fell and he watched my hand as he dipped in between us and swirled against me.

”I know,” he whispered. He kissed me but I couldn’t even kiss back; the pleasure decimated any kind of chance I had at tasting him. My teeth held onto his lip and he allowed me to have a tiny hold on him.

”Baby,” he gasped in warning. I opened my eyes and watched as his were hazy and filled with intensity. “I’m going to.” I nodded quickly.

”Fill me,” I whined, and neither of us could get out another word. He wrapped his arms around my waist so I wouldn’t fall, and my hand found the back of his neck to bring him closer. At the sound of my name on his lips, my eyes snapped shut. Pleasure showered over me, and I couldn’t breathe or stop for anything. I couldn’t do anything except let it swallow me and possess me completely.

His fingers left bruises on my side, on my hip, and he slowed his movements. Even as overstimulation caught up to me, I allowed him to still ride his pleasure out. I held onto him still and finally was able to kiss him. He hardly kissed back, too blissed out and out of his body still, but I didn’t care and I kissed him, down his face and neck, and tangled my fingers in his hair again. He hummed and tipped back into the touch.

“God, you keep ruining me,” he moaned. I laughed.

”You did this to yourself.” He smiled and finally opened his eyes. I pushed his hair back and took initiative to fully sit on him. This time his hands found the bed behind him and he held himself up as I straddled him. I couldn't take my gaze from his eyes as the haze mixed with contentment and fatigue. I could drown in them all day for eternity.

“You are just so cruel to me and for what?” I laughed evilly when I didn’t get away with my intentions; of course he clocked me. “I can feel it all over me already.”

”It’s not my fault I just wanted to see you and hold you.”

”Yeah, right,” he scoffed. I kissed him breathless, and this time my hand hooked under his jaw. He moaned into me and his hand came up my back.

And when we were breathless and flushed again, I pulled away from him.

”Don’t you—okay,” he sighed in defeat. I laughed as I got off of him; our mess poured from me and onto him to deal with.

I laughed as I grabbed a towel from the bathroom. When I walked back, he was in the same position with dark eyes tracing my entire body.

”Maybe I should force you to clean it up without the towel,” he said. I sat in between his legs and he looked down at me.

”Then what would I use?” I anticipated his reply as I lowered myself further and further down.

”It seems like you already know—“ He cut himself off with a gasp when my tongue met his skin. I licked up our fluids and he thrusted his hips up again in reflex. But I held him down, and when I was done, I straddled him again.

I didn’t expect him to follow through with it, but there he was succumbing to my thumb that pulled his bottom lip down. Then the fluids poured from my mouth into his. His chest heaved once or twice and his eyes widened with an overwhelmed darkness, but I didn’t care. I held him steady there and kissed him when I couldn’t wait anymore. I should have been revolted by the taste of ourselves shared between us, but I couldn’t be when it was tempered by the sweetness of his moans.

”That’s going to fucking kill me,” he gasped when I pulled away, and it was true; his face flushed pink. I smiled and held it still.

”And you’ll be fine because you want it to.”

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problem with you || chris sturniolo

smut, 18+ minors dni. tw: subby chris ;), mommy kink, just a tiny lil slap, overstimulation. ps; do yall want me to finish the knowing series?

You couldn’t find it within yourself.

Chris Sturniolo had taken three years of your life, putting you through hell and back every waking moment. Admittedly you both were toxic, the two of you always at each other’s throats. Typically the sex made up for it, his cock turning your brain to mush. To a point where you couldn’t even remember what you had been arguing with him about.

It was a repetitive cycle, one you finally decided to break. There wasn’t a specific event that triggered it. You had just finally decided enough was enough. You were done allowing him to make you feel jealous. Or anxious. Or crazy. Chris Sturniolo wanted a sex robot who felt nothing at all. Anytime you presented any emotion, he made you out to be crazy. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Three months had passed, Chris goddman Sturniolo invading every deep dark corner of your mind. The problem wasn’t necessarily Chris himself. It was the fact that no matter what you did, you couldn’t get him off of your mind. No matter who you went on dates with, fucked, or cuddled with. Chris’s voice still lurked in the back of your head. Questioning that if the man beside you could treat you like he could. He was a parasite. He had left a mark on you, one you weren’t sure you could get rid of.

It’s what led you to his front door, knocking on the cherry oak wood. Matt opened the door, his eyes widening at the sight of you. “Oh um, hi,” He greeted awkwardly. Matt had always been this awkward with you, even when you and Chris had been dating. “Hi Matt is Chris here?” You asked. Matt nervously glanced behind him, like he was looking for backup. “N-no,” He stuttered. You raised an eyebrow before turning to the triplets driveway. “Thats not his shitty Toyota right there?” You questioned, pointing at the black car.

“Well um yeah I guess it is. I just haven’t seen him,” Matt said, stumbling over his words. You sighed. “Sorry Matt but I have to do this,” You apologized. You shoved past him, the brunette pressed against the front door as you stormed inside. You knew where to go, heading directly upstairs to Chris’s room. Despite what his fans believed, you knew that even though it was a Friday night, Chris was boring. He preferred to stay in playing video games and eating disgusting food combinations. You reached his bedroom door, contemplating knocking.

You decided against it, pushing your way inside. Chris sat in a beanbag chair in front of his tv, a bulky headset on his head. “Yeah?” He greeted, not looking over at you. Once you didn’t respond, he glanced over and realized it was you. “Jesus Christ,” He muttered. He took one side of his headphones off, allowing him to hear himself. “Matthew! Stop letting random bitches into our house!” He yelled. You crossed your arms, glaring at your ex boyfriend. “What was I supposed to do? She barged in here,” Matt yelled from downstairs. Chris audibly scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Really?! Are you gonna let our fangirls in here next?!” He yelled back. You walked over in front of his tv, planting yourself in front of it.

“Hey hey what the fuck are you doing? I’m in the middle of a game?” Chris hissed. Matt yelled an argument, loud slams from Nicks room shutting both of the brothers up. “Shut the fuck up im rewatching the titanic and you bitches are being annoying!” Nick boomed. You assertively continued to block Chris’s view, his attention now centered on you since the argument had subsided. “What do you want?” He questioned. You watched him shove off his headset, then setting his xbox controller aside. “I want you to explain what you did to me,” You say. Chris’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Dude what?” He replied.

“Don’t play coy with me. You’re really fucking up my life and I need you to stop it. Whatever Voodoo curse you placed on me needs to be reversed. Now,” You said threateningly. Chris stood up from his beanbag, walking over to his window. You knew what he was going to do, his hand slithering into his wooden stash box. “I didn’t curse you. Not my fault I’m just the best you’re ever going to get,” He shrugged. You watched him place a joint to his lips, flicking a lighter and igniting it. You stormed over to him, swatting the joint onto the floor.

“Hey! What the fuck is your problem?”

“You! You’re my problem! You’re constantly on my mind! All of the time! Do you understand how obnoxious that is?” You exclaimed. Chris’s frustrated expression fell, his gaze studying you. “Seriously! It’s like i’m cursed,” You sighed. You looked down at the floor, feeling yourself getting emotional. Chris put a supportive hand on your shoulder. “Hey don’t cry it’s okay, it’s not your fault,” He cooed. You sniffled and ignored the tears flooding your waterline. “You’re right. It’s not my fault. It’s your fault!” You snapped, pushing his arm away. You shoved his chest, backing him against the closest wall.

“Ugh! I could just fuck you up for what you’ve done to me,” You seethed. You buried your knee in between his legs, your body threatening to knee him in the balls. Chris looked down at you, blood rushing to his cock. He gulped as you glared up at him, pink flushing his cheeks. You tilted your head to the side. “W-what? What are you-” You began, before an all too familiar thing poked your leg. You looked down, your eyes widening. “You’re such a sick fuck,” You murmured. You pressed your knee against his crotch, a whimper escaping his lips.

“Awe do you like this?” You asked mockingly. Chris had never felt more flustered in his life, his face turning tomato red. “Y-yeah,” He mumbled. You brought your hand to his crotch, rubbing his shaft through his sweatpants. He let out a small whine, grinding himself against your hand. “Feels really good,” Chris told you. You swallowed, your mouth running dry at the sight of him humping your hand. It was pathetic really. Not his desperation, but the dampness you felt soak your panties at the mere sight. You should hate his guts. You should be stabbing him to death by now, not seconds away from blowing him.

“If we do this i’m in charge. You’ll sit the fuck down and take what I give you,” You said sternly. Chris’s eyes were fluttered shut, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “Christopher, look at me,” You ordered. Chris forced himself to look at you, meeting your firey gaze. “Do you understand?” You questioned. Chris watched as you slowly dragged down his bottom lip with your thumb. “Yes mommy,” He whined. The words had escaped him before he could realize what he had said. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, a cocky smirk dancing across your lips.

You grabbed him by his shirt, shoving him onto his bed. Chris gave you a lustful smile, his fingers going down to pull the hem of his shirt over his head. You landed a sharp slap against his cheek, an electric shock was sent down Chris’s spine as he looked up at you. “I didn’t say you could undress yourself, did I?” You asked. Chris shook his head no. You planted one knee on the bed, your small hand wrapping around his throat. “You gotta be a good boy for me Christopher or you’ll never get to cum,” You purred. You slithered your hand to his face, stroking the red handprint on his cheek lovingly. You had never been this rough with Chris before, usually the roles reversed.

Usually Chris would be the one playing with you like a ragdoll, your core aching to please him. Yet as he stared up at you with puppy eyes, the tent in his pants completely visible, you felt a sense of power. It wasn’t nearly enough to makeup for the way he made you feel, but for the moment it was enough. “Yes mommy,” Chris whined submissively. You shoved his shoulders back, his back hitting the bed as you dropped to your knees. You pulled his sweats and boxers down, his aching cock hitting his stomach. You grinned as you licked up his shaft, erupting a groan from the brunette.

“I don’t think you deserve it. Why don’t you go ahead and start begging and i’ll think about it?” You told him with a devilish grin across your lips. Chris bucked his hips upwards, licking his lips nervously. “My fucking- please. Please please please mommy. Wanna be your good boy,” Chris whined. Teasingly you grabbed his shaft, stroking it slowly. “Thats not good enough. Now hurry up and beg before I change my mind and go make Matt feel good instead,” You threatened. You knew Chris always felt intimidated by his brother. That he feared Matt would steal you from him one day.

“Fuck! Mommy please. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t stop. Mommy-” Chris panted. You began to pump your hand faster, the brunettes head falling back. He allowed his eyes to flutter closed, whines and whimpers escaping his lips. You continued to jerk his cock, your spare hand cupping his balls. “You’re such a pathetic slut. Letting me play with you like this,” You began, jerking his shaft faster. Chris bucked his hips the faster you went, biting his bottom lip. “How would Tiffany think of you if she saw you like this?” You asked. Chris couldn’t form a response, your words and hands sending him onto cloud nine. Tiffany was his new play thing of the month. The blondes name made you so bitter you could spit.

“Mommy- fucking shit, let me cum, please,” Chris pleaded. A sadistic idea crossed your mind as you looked up at your ex lover. “Yeah? You wanna cum? Are you sure?” You asked. Chris nodded profusely, forcing himself to prop himself up on his elbows. His ocean orbs met yours, his gaze alone pleading. “Yes, please!” He whined. You could feel his thighs trembling ever so slightly, his cock beginning to twitch. “Go on then, cum for me,” You purred. Your words made him fall back onto the bed, his hips bucking as he came. His seed dripped down onto the base of his cock and your hand, coating it. With hazy eyes he watched as you licked your fingers clean, his heart racing.

With eyes he swore to be demon like, you kept eye contact as you licked up his shaft. “W-what are you doing?” Chris stuttered. You licked the cum off of his cock, his shaft remaining at half mass. “I asked if you were sure you wanted to cum. You said yes,” You replied nonchalantly. Once his cock was cleaned, you took his tip into your mouth. You ran your tongue up and down his slit, the brunette whimpering. “I’m sensitive mommy-” Chris blabbered. You grinned as you lowered yourself onto his cock, bobbing your head up and down on his shaft. Chris couldn’t control his sinful moans this time, his slender fingers gripping at the sheets. He was sure his moans were echoing throughout the house, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care.

You began to deepthroat him, the noises of you slightly gagging only making Chris harder. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Chris whined. His eyes screwed shut as he braced himself for another orgasm, his thighs beginning to shake. You licked the underside of his shaft as you sucked his cock. You were determined to drain him for every drop. You could feel his cock twitch again, your eyes watching his face intently as he fell apart for you. “Oh fuck! Mommy!” He cried, his seed spilling down your throat. You swallowed every drop of his cum, pulling off of his cock. “It’s quite pathetic you came that fast,” You spat. Chris was in a blissful state of euphoria, feeling dazed.

You climbed on top of him, taking off of your shirt. “W-what?” He murmured. You grinned at his pupils blew larger with lust as he eyed your bare breast. “You’re so selfish, only thinking about your own orgasms,” You purred. He watched as you slid off your shorts and panties. Harshly you grabbed his face, forcing his lips to pucker out like a fish.

“Now why don’t we put that pretty tongue of yours to use?”

#chris sturniolo x y/n #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

[caustinen]

cleagan regency au!! bucky is a social & wealthy bachelor who loves partying and has a bit of a reputation for flirting with the boundaries of appropriaty but he gets away with by being so charming and charismatic and kind and charitable. gale on the other hand was raised in a very strict family, struggling with money due to his father’s gambling issues, and he was taught a very traditional understanding of value of modesty and chastity, definitely no premarital relations of an improper kind whatsoever, the image of the family is precarious as it is.

the one time his friend alexander manages to drag him to a dance bucky is of course there and is immediately intrigued with the beautiful blonde in corner, wondering how he has never seen him before, and asks him for a dance. gale is aware of bucky’s reputation but despite his parent’s warning voice in his head the urge to accept the invitation is too great, and they end up dancing a couple of times through the night, and even when bucky is dancing with someone else gale can feel his eyes on him and the attention makes him feel tingly, something new stirring in him.

they meet at a couple of more dances (gale accepts alexander’s suggestions to go for them much more often lately for some reason) and bucky keeps wanting get to know him, asking about his likes and dislikes as they dance, what he wants to do in life, things no one has cared about in him before. over the last few weeks gale has finally started to realize the new sensation he feels when he thinks about bucky is desire, and it scares him (his upbringing really managed to internalize that fear of social exclusion if he was ”to whore himself out” (the religious side never really got to him the same way despite his mom trying to warn him about going to hell too)) but also excits him, so when bucky asks if he wants to see the garden outside of the ballroom he accepts despite knowing it’s absolutely unacceptable to go with him *gasps* unchaperoned.

they find themselves in a remote corner and gale can’t remember laughing as much during his whole life as he has in these few moments he’s shared with bucky. he feels comfortable and genuinly appreciated & wanted, and while his breath hitches when bucky places a careful hand on his hip and steps into his space, he lets him, places his own shaking hand on bucky’s arm for support. he’s so nervous he might pass out when bucky’s eyes drop to his lips but it isn’t until bucky actually kisses him when he truly freaks out. he pulls away and stutters ”i’m sorry” about 11 times in 10 seconds and then runs away, leaving behind a confused bucky and a worried alexander when he tells him he’s not feeling well. he goes home and lies in his sorrow of having messed everything up with the loveliest person he ever knew and probably his only chance at real love. bucky’s lips still tingle on his and no matter how wrong it might be, he’d desperately want to feel that sensation again.

the next morning there’s a knock on the door when the whole household is having breakfast and his parent’s are completely blown away by the wealthiest high gentleman of the county in their living room (they haven’t asked about the ball’s and gale hasn’t told them) and even more so when he asks to speak with their son. the house’s maid walks behind them to not leave them compromised when they walk away from the house, and once they reach a lakeside (gale’s safe place, not that john would know) the older starts apologizing helplessly, asks gale to not think of him as a playboy who abused his position the night before, and seeing him so worried about hurting him breaks gale’s walls and he tells him everything, how the kiss was not unwanted but how he can’t take risks for scandals when he’s living in his parents house and his only option for a future is a good marriage. to his absolute surprise john drops to one knee right then and there and asks for his hand, that he will do it the right way despite not believing in that himself he that means he can get a life with gale.

after gale enthusiastically agrees they walk back to the house hand in hand and john asks for his parents approval, start the slowest three weeks of gale’s life. it’s so unlike him to welcome such a sudden change like this but bucky is all he can think about, and despite visiting each other daily his desire keeps growing the more they get to know each other. they are always chaperoned until they are officially married, of course, but bucky finds ways to show his affections, hands constantly on gale’s shoulder or lower back or thigh under the table or cheeks in a brief moment in the carriage; gale is obsessed with kissing him, every stolen moment adding to his need to always have access to john’s perfect lips, and bucky delights in making him blush my teasing him about how much better it will be, sweetheart, once we’re married and he can do his husband duties properly.

the wedding night… gale has never been touched by anyone anywhere, barely by himself even, so it’s intense, and he gets so worked up by bucky undressing him and kissing him that it’s enough to throw him over the edge the first time. he has no idea what to do and it worries him because he knows bucky is experienced but his new husband is already obsessed with him, encouraging and patient and more than happy to help gale find all the pleasures in the world that he alone will get to give him.

#buck x bucky #cleagan #mota #well that was unexpected #i love me some regency au #gale cleven #john egan #masters of the air #buck #bucky #writing

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Welcome back ! Would it be ok if I request Yan Luffy for the yandere alphabet? Y , X , S , N , M please 💗

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No, not at all. This man is very open and proud about who he is. The Luffy that you see vs. the Luffy that everyone else sees is the same exact person. He has no shame about what he's doing, nor does he think it's wrong, so he doesn't care to hide anything from other people.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

I've touched on this in a different post discussing the Straw Hats punishing a darling, but his go to method is isolation. Luffy hates being alone and knows how painful it is, and while he isn't happy about it, he knows that this will work to get his point across. Oh, you want to be left alone despite having such a loving boyfriend and crew? Alright, let's see how much you like it after having several days of seeing no one. It takes a lot to push him to this point, but once he's there, there is no amount of backpedaling that you can do to get out of the punishment. After you're out, you'll be so desperate for human interaction that you'll eagerly soak up every bit of attention that he gives you.

That's the only big thing that he does, everything else he does mainly boils down to exposure therapy and ignoring your behavior. If you try to run, he just grabs and yanks you back without even looking up from what he was doing. If you try to escape his affection, he's coiling around you like a damn snake. If you try to vocalize that you don't like what's happening, he shoves some food in your mouth to shut you up. It's possible to get him to hit you, but he strictly only does that in retaliation of you hitting him first. He'll only hit you as hard as you hit him, so you won't have to worry about getting the same treatment the people he seriously fights get. Afterwards, he won't apologize until you apologize for hitting him first.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Oh, it was 100% his childhood. Between being abandoned by his entire biological family and his crippling fear of loneliness, it really isn't surprising that he's so extreme about keeping a significant other around. He doesn't want to be alone or abandoned again, and he'll do anything to make sure that you can't do that to him. All of his behavior feels normal and justified to him. In this world, you have to fight for what you care about. Why wouldn't he do that for his darling?

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He loves you dearly and would do anything for you, but I wouldn't necessarily call what he does worship. His obsession for you makes him extremely loyal and supportive. No matter what, he's got your back, and he'll go through hell to keep you safe and happy. Same goes for your goals in life, he wants to do everything he can to help you achieve them. You're on the same level as anyone else in the Straw Hat crew, you just get extra affection and kissed sometimes.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It's a combination of fast and slow, if that makes sense. His initial interest in you happens quickly. You do something the piques his interest and makes him want you on his crew, and you will be before the end of the day. At that point, he's already yandere for you, but only platonically. As time goes by, the romantic feelings very slowly start to grow. He starts seeking you out more than the other Straw Hats and is even more touchy than usual.

It doesn't click for him that he's in love until someone else points it out to him. Then he goes back to moving very fast. Once he gets it, he gets excited. This is like a new adventure to him, and he's eager to explore every facet of it. I wouldn't really call it snapping, he just suddenly starts suffocating you in his love.

#monkey d luffy #luffy #monkey d luffy x reader #one piece #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #yandere #reader insert #x reader #yandere alphabet #ladydoe8

[kyletogaz]

the fall: part two cw: angst, hurt/no comfort, death mention, flashback part one

you miss kyle. 

you know he shouldn't be on your radar, but it's been almost two months since you've last seen him. sometimes you wonder how he's doing, and if he's safe. cutting off all contact with kyle was the best thing for you and your sanity, but it was also one of the hardest decisions you've ever had to make.

the next time kyle shows up on your doorstep, it takes you by surprise. you were certain that he would stay away after the verbal lashing you gave him.

your eyes are wide and your voice is tinged with shock when you question him about being at your door. “i thought i told you to-"

"go to hell? yeah, i heard you loud and clear, darling.” kyle will never tell you, but he loves it when you put him in his place. “i just wanted to talk, if you’ll let me.”

you refuse to look him in the eye as you step aside to let him in. you know for a fact that he won’t leave you be, so you’ll just have suck it up and get through this visit with your sanity intact. when kyle is finally inside, you close the door and lock it, then follow him to the living room. he makes himself comfortable on your couch and you have to resist the urge to make him leave. you were already starting to regret letting him in.

pretty brown eyes look at you expectantly, and you know he wants you to take the seat next to him. you don’t. and perhaps it was done out of spite, but you chose another seat instead. kyle frowns at the distance between you two, but he doesn't comment on it. he eyes you for a moment, before he lets out a shaky sigh and opens his mouth to speak.

you beat him to it.

“you left me.” it breaks his heart to hear how small your voice sounds, and how you stare off to the side with an unhappy look on your pretty face. “and the worst thing about all of this, is how i went back on my word because i’m too fucking blinded by love and a pretty face.”

you meet kyle’s gaze head on when he apologizes, as if it would mend your poor fractured heart. “you can’t be too remorseful, if leaving was your first choice. do you have any idea how it made me feel?” you ask, your voice full of fury. “it made me feel like i meant nothing to you, like i was nothing more than a one night stand. is that what you think of me? that i’ll always be good enough for you to fuck, but not good enough for you to love?” you watch him wince at the venom in your tone.

he shakes his head in denial and tells you that he does love you, but all you can do is stare at him in disbelief, as your eyes glisten with tears. "i’m not even sure if i believe you, kyle,” you manage to choke out while you try to regain control over your emotions.

kyle watches you with a heavy heart. he did this, never expecting for you to fall in love with him. but when he realized the exact moment your feelings for him started to change, he never mentioned it to you. it was inconsiderate of him to let it happen when this wasn’t what either of you agreed to. he should have ended it when he first got the chance, but deep down, he wanted you to love him.

“did you know i was in love with you?” the question had been gnawing at your brain for the last couple of days.

you finally get the chance to ask kyle, and he doesn’t bother responding. how can he, when the answer is written all over his face. it shocks you to your core. he’s sitting across from you with tense shoulders and a jaw that’s clenched so tight, you think it might shatter. he won’t even look you in the eye. you’ve been struggling with your feelings for weeks and he knew. it hurt to know that he’s carried your secret around with him for god knows how long, and not once did he ever acknowledge it.

you don’t even bother kicking kyle out. he watches you storm away from him and into your bedroom, the sound of your door slamming traveling to his ears. he runs a hand down his face, before swearing loudly. he knows he fucked up and he’s not even sure if he can fix it. with a sigh, kyle strides down the hallway to your bedroom. he doesn’t knock. he sits on the floor with his back resting against the wall across from your door as he listens to your sobs. he wants so badly to open the door and go to you, but he knows his presence will only make things worse.

kyle’s not sure how long he sits there on your floor with his head in his hands, before you emerge from your room. he straightens up when he hears your door creak open, his face falling when he notices your red eyes and the pained expression on your face. “you’re still here,” you comment softly as you stand in the doorway.

kyle leans against the wall with a sigh. “wouldn’t have been right for me to leave you.”

like you did before, you think to yourself bitterly. you can’t bring yourself to say it out loud. you were already hurting enough as it is. it makes no sense to pour more salt into the wound.

kyle watches you shift from foot to foot, before you sink down to the floor across from him. the look on his face is unreadable and it makes you nervous. you want to know what he’s thinking and how he’s feeling. you want to know if what he said was true.

“what you said before—” you bit your lip nervously. you’re not exactly sure if you want an answer to the question you’re about to ask. you pause for a moment to gather up the courage to just spit it out. “you said you loved me. is that true, or were you just telling me what i wanted to hear?”

kyle has to look away from your imploring eyes when he tells you that he meant what he said. you expect to feel some kind of warmth from his words. It should make you happy that kyle loves you, but it doesn't. your feel your lips tremble, as you suck in a breath to keep your tears at bay. when kyle meets your gaze again, his eyes are wet with tears, and the look on his face is just as bad as the one on yours.

"i don't understand," you whine as you brush your tears away. "why didn't you say anything, kyle?"

"because i'm selfish. i wanted your love even though i never planned to let you have mine. and i hope you'll forgive me for everything i'm about to say." he pauses to take a deep breath. he's not sure how this conversation will end, but he has to get it out, for his sake and yours. "i could have told you months ago that i was in love with you but i decided not to. and as much as it pains me to say this, i thought it would be easier for you to love someone else. i’m a soldier, sweetheart.” he’s got too many enemies lurking and too much blood on his hands. “you deserve someone who won't leave for deployment and come back to you in a casket. i won’t ruin you like that, lovie. i should have broken things off with you as soon as it became too much for me. that was always the plan."

“so you’ve decided for the both of us, then.” you hate the way your voices cracks as you say it. you haven’t fully processed kyle’s answer. it wasn’t something you thought you would ever hear from his mouth.

“i’m sorry.”

the cord keeping you tethered to kyle snaps violently when you tell him it’s over and that you’re done.

it’s for the best, you think over and over again as you watch kyle walk out of your door, and out of your life. this isn’t what you want, but since kyle’s determined to keep you at arm’s length, he’s not giving you much of a choice.

when you no longer see the taillights on his truck, you brace yourself for the flood of tears you’re sure will come. and when they do, you don’t fight them.

damn you, kyle.

the shrill sound of your phone ringing snaps you out of a daze, the high volume making you flinch a little. when you look down to see who’s calling, you see kyle's name. you don’t even hesitate to answer.

“hello?”

"good evenin’, doll. i'm sorry to be callin' you so late." it's simon. what the hell was he doing with kyle’s phone, and why was he calling you and not kyle himself?

"simon?" you must sound confused because he apologizes again. "it's fine. something must be wrong if you're calling from kyle's phone." when the silence lasts a little too long for your liking, you snap out a firm, “simon, please."

“it’s kyle, he’s hurt.”

a/n: thank you to small>@starsofang for the inspiration. ily 💕

don’t jump me, i’m working on part three right now so y’all can get a happy ending.

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#kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #me a dialogue lover 😭 #kyletogazwrites #i’ve done all the editing i can do #don’t jump me y’all