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slut4thebroken · 1 year

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Jealousy

Pairing | Bellamy Blake x reader Summary | You plan to make Bellamy jealous to get some attention… not to spoil anything but it works. Warnings | sexual content, 18+, verbal humiliation, knife play, exhibitionism, bondage, possessive behavior, face fucking, edging, Words | 6k Notes | reader pov, they’re dating, it’s season one. Also I do plan on revising this soon. Ao3 link | <3 Masterlist

As you sat by the fire eating your food you watched Bellamy across camp. He's been busy building the wall and taking care of everything else all day and has barely even looked at you. He promised he'd find enough time to be with you... but that was two days ago. Normally you wouldn't be so clingy, especially because what he's doing is very important for the camp and everyone in it but to be honest... you're really really horny. The last time Bellamy has spent "intimate" time with you was two weeks ago.

Deciding to do something about it you got up and walked over to Finn who was standing on the other side of the camp fire closer to Bellamy.

"Hey, princess." You roll your eyes at that. Everyone keeps calling you princess and you're not really sure why. Some say it's because Bellamy is the "king" but then wouldn't you be the queen?

"I told you not to call me that."

"Why not? Bellamy calls you that." He said with a small smirk. You looked at him, clearly annoyed and starting to regret your decision to talk to him a little bit.

"Bellamy is my boyfriend. Obviously he can can call me that-" you looked over at Bellamy again and sighed turning back to Finn, deciding to just be straight forward and say it.

"Whatever. Look I'm only talking to you to get a reaction from him, so are you in or not?" You crossed your arms over your chest waiting for his answer. His smirk never left his face.

"Trying to make the king jealous, princess?" You just stared at him waiting for his answer. He chuckled and said "Yeah alright I'm in. What exactly does "in" entail?"

"I don't know I'll touch your arm and laugh like you said something funny and you can... I don't know tuck my hair behind my ear or something? It shouldn't take much honestly." He agreed, knowing how easily jealous Bellamy could get.

"You do realize Bellamy will kill me right?" A small smile crossed your face. "Don't worry about that," you laughed lightly, "I'll make sure he spares you." Your tone was teasing but he still seemed a little hesitant.

You glanced at Bellamy one more time. He was facing your direction but talking to someone and not looking at you. Sighing you put your hand on Finn's arm and gave him one last questioning look and he nodded.

You let out a loud laugh, trying to make it sound like the one that's only reserved for Bellamy, and trying to make it loud enough that he'd notice but not too loud that it'd be suspicious. You slowly trailed your hand down his arm as your laugh died off and brought your hand back to your side when you reached his hand.

Finn was smiling, clearly entertained by your theatrics. He brought his hand up to your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. He went in for the kill and leaned down so his lips were almost touching your ear and whispered "He's watching. I know what'll make him snap, but if I die for this I'm coming back to life to kill you too." You let out a small laugh again and he brought his hand up to your waist then slid it to the small of your back.

You bit your lip trying to contain your laugh because Finn was definetly in for it now. He pulled his face away from your ear but kept it close to your face. You heard someone clear their throat from behind you and you immediately took a step back and turned around.

As expected, Bellamy's angry eyes met your's when you faced him. You put on your sweetest smile as if you hadn't just been fake flirting with Finn and let out a breathy, "Hi."

He raised an eyebrow at you and glanced behind you at Finn.

"Are you okay?" You kept up the sweet act hoping it'd make him go easier on your punishment later. His jaw clenched and he looked between you and Finn once more before grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

You put up a little bit of a fight, but your excitement was only growing. "Ow. Hey! Bellamy, I was busy talking to Finn."

He stopped and turned to you and his expression made you take a step back- you were really in for it now.

"I'm sure you were very busy talking to Finn."

"Yeah, I was." You tried taking your arm out of his grasp but he only gripped you harder. He turned around again and went straight to his tent, opening the flap and pushing you inside.

"Ow fucking watch it!"

He closed the flap and rushed toward you. He grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him, "I'd watch your mouth if I were you, princess." His voice was quiet but full of jealousy and anger. He took a step back and looked you up and down, and you tried your best not to squirm under his gaze. His eyes landed back on yours, "Take off your clothes."

You stood there deciding how to play this. Submit willingly and he'd probably reward you... but also he probably wouldn't because of tonight's events. Or make things harder for him. Realizing both options would probably have similar outcomes you choose the fun one.

You crossed your arms over your chest and just stared at him. He squared his shoulders and raised his chin making him look more intimidating and took a step toward you.

"Take of your clothes." His voice laced with venom, kind of scaring you but you held your ground and just kept looking up at him.

"Are you sure this is how you want to play this, princess?"

You didn't move.

He sighed and clenched his jaw, "Fine."

He took another step toward you and began taking off your jacket, but not without a fight from you. Unsurprisingly, he succeeded and tossed it to the floor.

He took out a knife from his side pocket in his pants and your eyes widened. You moved to step back but he grabbed your hair and tilted your head back and said, "You might want to stay still for this." He smirked as you stayed frozen, your breathing labored, then lowered the knife to your shirt and cut it down the middle, "Hey!"

You didn't get to finish because he raised the knife to your throat, his eyes telling you, ordering you, to shut up. And you did. He dropped the knife and then took off your shirt, ripping off part of the bottom and bringing it up to your mouth.

"I told you to watch your mouth." He said while starting to gag you. You pushed him back still not ready to completely submit yet and he grabbed your wrists, "Do I need to get the handcuffs too?"

You stared at him and clenched your jaw, eyes wandering to some of stuff that came with the guard uniform he came down in. He smirked at you again and set down the piece of cloth.

"Fine."

He walked over to the pile and grabbed the cuffs. He forced you around, now facing his makeshift bed, and he took off your bra before you even realized what was happening.

"Hey-" you started turning around but he grabbed your wrist and pushed your top half into the bed, forcing your hands behind you. Once they were cuffed he lifted you and turned you around and picked up the piece of cloth.

"Open."

Not surprising either of you, you didn't.

He sighed again and grabbed your jaw forcing your mouth open before inserting the gag and tying it behind your head. He stepped back and looked you up and down with a smirk, clearly impressed with his work. You rolled your eyes.

You heard the noise before you felt the sting on your cheek and let out a short groan turning back to him, a little suprised.

"You need to fix your attitude right now unless you want more punishment than you're already getting."

Now might be a good time to finally submit... but you weren't done having fun yet. So you rolled your eyes again. He brought a hand up to your throat and used the other to slap you again. He studied you for a moment longer before reaching up and pulling the gag out of your mouth.

"You know what? I know a better way to fill your mouth." He shoved you down to your knees, your face falling forward into his legs from you lack of arm mobility and balance. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back making you whine quietly.

His hands moved to his belt, taking it off and setting it on the bed. You had a feeling that was going to be used later... He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his underwear down just past his balls before taking his cock in his hand and stroking it.

"You want it?" Smirking more than before if that were even possible. And...yes. You did want it. But you weren't going to tell him that. You sat back on your heels and looked up at him with a bored expression.

Clearly growing annoying at your behavior he grabbed your hair and yanked you back up. When your mouth opened to let out a pained groan he stuck his cock in, suprising you and making you choke a bit.

"Gagging already? I thought I trained you better than that, slut." You breathed out of your nose and relaxed your throat. With your hands behind your back and his hands in your hair you had no choice but to take as much or as little as he decided to give you.

After another minute of slowly dragging your mouth over his cock he pulled your head back, "Say "thank you" princess." Your breathing was heavy when you locked your eyes on his, a smirk of your own growing on your face.

"Thank you, princess." You mocked him and he slapped you harder than the last two times. You groaned and kept your face to the side before he yanked your head back in place and started fucking your mouth again.

"You don't even deserve my cock." His breathing was getting heavy, "You went through all of that effort with Finn just to throw it away with your attitude."

Finn. All of that felt like ages ago.

"You know, if you wanted my cock so bad, all you had to do was ask, not whore around with the entire camp." A particularly rough thrust made you gag again and tears were welling up in your eyes.

"Maybe you can't help it," his voice was sickeningly sweet, "maybe you're just a fucking cockslut that will take it from anyone who offers." He pulled you off his cock and you slowly shook your head 'no'.

"No?"

You raised your eyes to look at him, already starting to submit to him. He pulled your hair up until you're standing and pushed you forward into a kiss. The kiss was messy from all of the spit in your mouth from having your throat fucked but it was perfect. You went to move your hands into his hair but felt the pull of the cuffs on your wrists.

You pulled back, both of you panting a bit. "Please," you whispered, "I want to touch you. Bell, please." He brought his hand up to the side of your head and you leaned into his touch.

After another few moments he shook his head. "If you want to be rewarded you need to be good and prove that you deserve it." You immediately nodded your head and he let out a breathy laugh.

"I can- I'll be good- I am good. Please, Bell."

"You need to prove it, princess. I'm not letting you off the hook that easy after everything you've done tonight." Hot shame filled your body and reddened your cheeks. You looked at the ground, "I- I'm sorry." you whispered.

"Please, I'm sorry I-" you broke off into a sob and he shushed you, bringing you into another kiss.

"It's okay, princess. You'll have your chance to prove it. Sit on the bed." His voice was soft and it made you melt and instantly obey him.

"Good girl."

A shaky breath left your mouth. He tucked his dick back in his pants and kneeled in front of you. He grabbed the knife from the floor and put it next to you on the bed with his belt then took off your shoes and socks. He reached up and unbuttoned your pants, grabbing your hips to pull you up onto your feet before sliding them and your underwear down your legs. You stepped out of them and he stood up with you and brought you in to another kiss.

His hands were everywhere- your back, waist, ass, chest, neck, face. It was heaven. You moaned into the kiss and the hand on your waist squeezed hard until you whimpered. He pulled back and trailed kisses down your jaw onto your neck, taking his time and leaving as many marks as possible. You moaned his name and longed to touch him, but knew you didn't deserve it yet.

He pulled back and took a step back as well. His eyes went from yours, to your neck, then down and back up your body. He took off his shirt and you inhaled sharply. He then bent down to take off his shoes and socks and noticed your legs squeezed together. He brought his hands up to your thighs and separated them.

"Did I say you could feel pleasure yet?"

You honestly thought he was joking for a second because squeezing your thighs together barely did anything, but he stared at you waiting for your answer.

"N-no." You disappointed him again. "I'm sorry..." you said quietly.

He stood and dragged his hands up your body to your waist, "It's okay, princess. Just don't let it happen again."

"I won't." You were quick to answer. He kissed you again but only briefly this time. His fingers tucked into the waist band of his pants and underwear and your mouth started watering.

"I'll ask you one more time. You want it?" He repeated his earlier question and you didn't hesitate to answer this time.

"Yes. Please. Please Bellamy." Nodding your head. He grabbed your throat to stop the movement and studied your face, "God you're desperate." The degrading words mixed with the adoration in his tone made you almost squeeze your legs together again. He caught the action and looked back up to you with a small smile, "Good girl."

Your heart fluttered.

He stepped back and pulled his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them. Your breathing accelerated as you looked at his body- he's so beautiful.

"You're so beautiful."

You froze. Both of you equally suprised by the words that just left your mouth. But he smiled and kissed you hard.

"Trust me, princess, you're the beautiful one in this relationship." You laughed lightly and shook your head.

He walked away from you leaving you confused for a second before he returned with the keys and turned you around to take the hand cuffs off.

"Can I please touch you, Bell?" You asked, quietly, wanting to still be good for him.

"Of course, princess."

Your hands immediately went to his hair and pulled him into a kiss. Somehow each one was always better than the last. With his hands on your waist, he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed and gently laid you down. You pulled him on top of you, starting to get impatient and he chuckled.

You continued kissing until he pulled away leaving both of you breathless. He stared at you a minute longer then sat up and reached behind himself and grabbed the knife.

At your sharp inhale he looked back at you.

"Relax, princess." He twirled the knife around in his hand, examining it, and met your eyes again with a smirk.

He pressed the flat end of the blade against your nipple and you let out a whine at the cold sensation. He took the blade away then brought his mouth down and licked over it teasingly. You arched your back at the abrupt change in temperature and he pulled his head back to meet your eyes.

"I'd stay still if I were you."

He trailed the tip of the blade down from your collar bone to your breast, pressing the flat end on your nipple like he had done with the other one.

"Bell..." Your voice was airy and your breathing labored. He leaned back over your head and lightly trailed the blade down your jawline, then used it to pull your bottom lip down before letting it go.

"Scared, princess?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, trying to stay as still as possible. You swallowed loudly and just looked up at him unable to form any actual words.

The cold metal pressed against your throat and your eyes widened even more as you gasped.

"Answer me." His voice was dark and made you tremble even more than you already were.

"Yes." You whispered.

He gave you a small smile, "Good." He studied your face a little before asking, "Color?"

It took you a second to remember what that was supposed to mean because you honestly didn't have any thoughts in your head other than Bellamy Bellamy Bellamy.

"Green." You nodded. He smiled again and nodded back.

"I have an idea." He looked at you with mischief and lust in his eyes. He set the knife down next to your head and took the piece of cloth that was still tied around your neck and brought it up to your eyes, blinding you.

He gave you a short kiss before whispering against your lips, "Is this okay?" You nodded. When he didn't move you realized he was probably waiting for an answer, "Yes."

"Good girl."

He kissed you again, his tongue invading your mouth easily winning dominance over your own. He trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving as many marks as he could. He made his way down your chest and sucked your nipple into his mouth before gently biting it. He used his hand to pinch the other one and you let out a low moan, putting your fingers in his hair. He switched and continued torturing your nipples for a little bit longer before trailing kisses down your stomach. His hands were warm as they dragged down your sides.

With your hands still in his hair you gently pushed his head down, silently asking him to finally give you what you need. His head raised and you felt icy cold on your neck making you freeze.

"Dont be greedy."

"I'm sorry."

The pressure was gone from your neck and you let out a heavy breath, relaxing.

You felt his warm breath over your heat and you unconsciously raised your hips. His hands grabbed you and forced you back down but you were still squirming. You felt cold on the inside of your thigh and immediately froze again.

He trailed the knife up to your hip before lightly pressing the side into the skin. You whimpered but didn't move.

"Stay still. If you don't the consequences are your fault not mine."

You let out a very heavy breath and tightened your fingers in his hair. He lowered his face down to your cunt and pressed a slow kiss against your clit. He licked his tongue from bottom to top and you begged your body to not betray you.

You whined his name and he sucked your clit into his mouth, making you tighten your grip in his hair even more and let out a loud moan.

He continued licking and sucking and biting and your moans only grew louder and louder.

Your hips thrusted up into the knife and you let out a small scream at the feeling of your skin tearing. He pulled his head and the knife away from you and you felt warm and wet on your hip as he licked the blood clean. You moaned the loudest you had all night and he shushed you.

"Do you want the whole camp to know how much of a slut you are for me?"

You whined loudly and felt his hand around your throat then a breath at your ear.

"You do want that don't you, princess? Want the whole camp to hear how good you're being for me?" You continued whining and squirming your hips trying to get friction.

"You know... I was going to save you the embarrassment of using the belt, but now I'm not so sure." Your hands moved to his back dragging your nails down hard.

"I bet you'd love that wouldn't you? Having everyone hear your moans when I spank you. Maybe someone would even come in, concerned about all of the screaming. Maybe Finn would come in. See you with your ass up in the air begging me to hit you... begging me to fuck you."

At this point you were basically sobbing from desperation. Needing him to touch you or do literally anything.

"Maybe then you'll finally realize that I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

Sobbing harder than before you nodded your head quickly.

"O- only you, Bell."

"'Only me" what?"

"Only you can make me feel like this! Only you can make me feel good- Bellamy, please!"

"'Please" what, Princess? Tell me what you want."

"Please fuck me," you sobbed, "Please, Bell I need your cock!"

You felt him shift and then his weight was gone. You were only confused for a second before you felt hands on your hips turning you on your stomach then raising your ass up.

"B-bell..." You weren't sure you were actually ready for the entire camp to hear Bellamy spank you, but you trusted him.

He shushed you and you felt his cock at your entrance. You forced a breath out and shifted your hips back, trying to get him inside already.

You felt him slowly enter you and then his weight was over your body, mouth by your ear. He moaned your name and you squeezed your eyes shut under the blindfold and opened your mouth in a silent moan.

He leaned back up and brought his hands to your upper back and pushed down, then pulled out before slamming himself back in.

He continued slow but hard thrusts until you were crying his name and begging for more.

"Bell- fuck... Bellamy, please-" you gasped after a particularly hard thrust.

"Tell me what you want, princess."

"Please. Faster- please I need-" you cut yourself off with a sob but he seemed to understand. He took your wrists from beside your head and brought them behind your back, pushing your face and chest fully into the bed.

He gripped your wrists tighter and began fucking you faster. You put your face into his makeshift pillow to muffle your screams, but the sound of skin slapping against skin was obvious and anyone near the tent would definitely know what was happening.

He held both of your wrists in one hand and slapped your ass, making you cry out and arch your back even more. He reached forward to grab your hair and pulled your hair back, "Who owns you?" His voice was full of lust and jealousy and anger.

"You, Bellamy!" You cried, beginning to near your orgasm.

"Tell me!"

"You own me, Bellamy! I'm yours!" His thrusts slowed and you whined out a 'no' while trying to move your hips against him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back then took off the blind fold.

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, your orgasm getting farther and farther away. "Please! Please I need to come- Bellamy!"

"You come when and if I allow it. You only feel pleasure if I allow it." He lowered his voice and picked up the knife again, putting it to your throat, "You only feel pain... if I allow it." He trailed the blade down your cheek and your mouth opened in a gasp. He slowly put the knife in your mouth and you stuck out your tongue underneath it.

"Do you understand?" His voice was still quiet but full of dominance.

You nodded.

"Good." He took the knife away and lifted your legs onto his shoulders before sliding his cock back into you with a groan.

"Your body is mine. Your orgasms... are mine. Why is that, princess?"

"Because I belong to you. I'm yours." You said without hesitation.

He started fucking you again, just as rough as before, and your hands went to his hair. Your legs were starting to burn in this position but fuck it felt so good. He put the knife down and wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly.

He put two fingers in your mouth, intentionally making you gag, "This mouth... is mine." He whispered.

He took his fingers out and moved his hand to grope at your breast, "These tits are mine." He squeezed your nipple and pulled it hard, the pain making you feel so good.

He moved his hand down to your clit and you gasped, then let out a loud moan, "This cunt... is mine." You nodded and moved your hands to his back, dragging your nails across him.

He continued rubbing your clit and fucking you and you were dangerously close to your orgasm. Or... Bellamy's orgasm.

"Bell-" you choked out, overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Bellamy please!" his hand tightened around your throat and you let out another loud moan.

"Bellamy, can I- please let me come..." Your voice was softer as you finally accepted that Bellamy is the one who owns you, takes care of you... and whatever he decides, you'll take it graciously.

He continued staring at you then removed his hand from your clit. You tried not to scream as you felt your orgasm slipping away once again. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours, tongue easily invading your mouth. He continued kissing and fucking you for a bit until he finally lifted his face to look at you. His thrusts slowed but were just as rough.

You took a deep breath and let your desperation subside, Bellamy would take care of you. He knows exactly what you need.

"What do you want, princess?" His voice was quiet but rough.

"Can I..." You turned away feeling embarrassed, but he grabbed your chin and turned your face back to his.

"What?" His voice was so sweet and you almost forgot that he asked you something. The hand from your chin moved to the side of your head and you instinctively leaned into it.

"I want to..." you cleared your throat, unsure why the words were so hard to get out after everything that's happened tonight.

"Can- can I please make you come? I... I want to swallow it... please..."

He almost looked suprised- probably expecting you to ask to come again- but he gave you a tiny smile, "What my princess wants, my princess gets."

His princess.

With new butterflies in your stomach he slowed to a stop and pulled out. You whined at the emptiness, already missing the feeling of being full. He kissed you again shortly before motioning for you to switch places with him.

He laid on the bed while you kneeled between his legs, silently waiting for his permission. He nodded and you eagerly dove toward his cock, taking in more than half and almost choking yourself in the process. You moaned at the taste of yourself on him.

His hands moved to your hair and lightly pulled you off of him, "Slow down, princess."

You cleared your throat, already feeling sore, and apologized. He moved you back down and you slowly took him into your mouth but this time you went down farther, until your lips were almost at the base. You came back up and pulled off, sucking in a breath of air, then immediately went back down. He groaned and tightened his fingers in your hair. You looked up at him meeting his eyes and he moaned your name.

"Fuck, princess. Come on... all the way down." He encouraged you as he slowly pushed your head down until your lips were at the base. He held you there and you willed yourself not to gag and took a deep breath through your nose.

Your hands had a death grip on his thighs, but moved one up to play with his balls.

"Fuck..." He pulled your head up then immediately back down and came, groaning your name. You gagged as your mouth was filled, but he held you down until he was done. You swallowed then immediately coughed and tried to catch your breath.

He opened his eyes and looked at you, then motioned you forward. You straddled his hips and he pulled your head down into a kiss. This one was sweet. Not rough, but slow and full of love. You raked your fingers through his hair and sighed in content.

He pulled back then moved his hands to your hips, pulling you forward. You were confused as he kept pulling you but let out a gasp when you realized his intentions.

He smirked up at you when your knees were on either side of his head and pulled you down onto his face, immediately sticking your clit into his mouth. You moaned and grabbed onto his hair. He stuck his tongue inside you a couple times before moving back to your clit; biting, sucking, and licking. Your hips were grinding against his face and if you weren't so close to coming you might've been embarrassed about it.

"Bellamy..." You whispered, warning him off your impending orgasm. He pulled his head back and lifted your hips a bit to talk, both of you panting.

"You can come, princess. Whenever you're ready."

You let out a huge breath in relief, "Thank you." You basically sobbed out.

"Th- thank you, Bell." You let out a long moan as he buried his face in your cunt again. His mouth was working vigorously on your clit and you knew you could come any second now.

With your hands tight in his hair, you moved your pussy against his face, trying to increase the friction. He moaned against you and that sent you over the edge. You were probably suffocating him but all you could focus on was how fucking good this felt.

"Thank you! Thank you," You sobbed, "thank you..."

"Bellamy..." You whined, crying harder than before. He lowered his head and lifted your hips off of him, moving you to lay beside him. He pulled you into his arms and stroked your hair as your crying slowed.

After a while of silence, only filled by both of your breathing, you spoke. "I... I'm sorry about Finn..." You kept your face buried in his chest but he grabbed you chin and raised it until your eyes met his. He looked between your eyes then at the rest of your face and let out a breath.

"I know, princess." He had a small smile so that was a good thing right?

"I just... I just missed you a lot but you've been so busy running the entire camp and... and I don't know. At the time making you jealous seemed like a good idea, but I guess I can't really think straight when I'm horny." You both quietly laughed at that.

"Also I promised Finn that you wouldn't kill him." He rolled his eyes and laughed again.

"We'll see." His eyes trailed down your neck and chest and a smirk was forming on his face.

"...What?" You asked, very suspicious.

"If the camp didn't know you are mine before... they definitely will now." He started laughing and you raised a hand to your neck, unamused.

"That's not fair."

"What's not fair, princess?" He was still smiling even though you were frowning at this.

"If everyone knows that I'm yours then they should know that you're mine too." You glanced at his neck then back up to his eyes. He raised an eyebrow then laid down on his back.

"Alright then. Go ahead." You narrowed your eyes at him, somehow feeling like this was a trick, and he laughed at that. "What? They should know that I belong to the most beautiful woman in camp."

"On the planet actually." He corrected. Now you laughed at this.

"You're just trying to get in my pants again."

You never wanted this moment to end.

"Maybe." His smile was as wide as yours. "Keep up the "most beautiful woman on the planet" crap and you'll get there." Your laughter died down but you were both still smiling like idiots.

He cleared his throat and leaned a little back from you. "Get it over with then."

"'Get it over with'? Excuse me?" He was holding back a laugh and you dove into his neck biting the skin making him hiss. You kissed up and down his neck, sucking and licking as you went, trying to leave as many marks as he did.

You were half on top of him and his hands settled on your back then moved down to grip your waist.

His mouth was right next to your ear as he whispered, "If you don't stop soon, I will be getting into your pants again tonight." You chuckled and pulled back, staring at him until he leaned up to kiss you, soft and slow. You smiled into the kiss and he slowly started smiling as well.

You leaned back, laying next to him in his arms and fell asleep to him stroking your hair.

When you woke, Bellamy wasn't there. You vaguely wondered what time it was but were way to tired to care. Before you could fall back asleep though, you were woken by someone coming in the tent. You squinted your eyes open and saw Bellamy.

He kneeled by the bed and offered you a cup, "I figured you'd want some water." He blushed at the implication. You took it and chugged the entire thing, already feeling the soreness slowly go away.

"Thanks." You rasped. God your throat was going to be sore for at least a day or two.

"Sorry..." he said sheepishly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. "Don't be." You smiled at him hoping he understood to not feel bad about it. That you liked the constant reminder of your time with him- the ache in your cunt was a pretty good reminder as well.

"What time is it?"

"Almost 11. Perks of being the princess, I gave you the morning off." He teased, smiling at you. You laughed and shook your head. "I take it I'm on afternoon and night duty then?" You weren't a guard because Bellamy wouldn't let you anywhere near the woods with out him so you did what you could around camp. Helping Clarke with medical stuff, building the wall, cooking food. Whatever needed done.

You started getting dressed and putting your shoes on. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "Can't let the people think I have favorites can I?" When you were dressed you slowly stepped toward him and put your palms on his abs sliding them up to hang around his shoulders.

"Not even if I can bribe my way out of it?" Your face was inches from his and he put his hands on your hips, holding you tight.

"What did you have in mind?"

You brought your lips to his neck and kissed up to his ear while trailing a hand down his chest and stomach resting on the top of his pants. You gently bit his ear lobe then whispered, "I can think of a few things."

His hand moved to your neck and he pushed your head back to look at him. You bit your lip and tried to give him the best faux innocent look possible.

You moved your hand to the button on his pants but didn't try to undo it yet.

"Well? My king..." You smirked at him, on the verge of laughing, and his grip around your throat tightened. He stared at you another minute before his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. He let go of your throat and stepped out of reach from you.

"No. I'll see you back here tonight." You laughed as he adjusted his pants before leaving the tent.

You made sure you had everything you needed before leaving the tent. You walked over to the food and grabbed some fruit. Someone clearing their throat behind you caught your attention. You turned around and saw Finn. He was smiling but as soon as he saw your appearance he burst out laughing. You crossed your arms, unamused.

"I take it it worked then?" He smirked, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Is it that bad?" You raised and hand to your neck subconsciously. When he didn't answer and just kept looking at you like that you sighed, shaking your head.

"I told him not to kill you but I'm starting to change my mind." You gave him a sarcastic smile and he raised his hands in defense.

Your attention was caught by Bellamy walking up to you. He put an arm around your waist but was looking at Finn.

"Everything okay?"

"Yep!" You answered even though he was still staring at Finn, hard expression on his face. He raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw and Finn excused himself.

"You don't have to be so mean to the poor kid." He looked at you and his expression softened but he rolled his eyes. Sighing and trying to let it go he removed his arm from your waist and moved in front of you.

"Octavia said she could use some extra help with the meat."

"Alright." You smiled and started to walk away but he grabbed your arm and yanked you toward him, your bodies now pressed together. He slid his arm across your lower back and his other hand went to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. It was far too passionate for being in the middle of camp but it was perfect.

#bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake #the 100 #smut #possessive behavior #fluff and smut #he says princess like a million times #bellamy blake smut

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thisfanisgonesorry · 8 months

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keep talking — könig

got into cod because someone told me he was 6’9 and so i told them i wanna 69

tags: light angst, bros injured, smut, dubcon kinda, phone sex except its a walkie talkie. rushed ending lowkey, ambiguous relationship. ambiguous ending ooo. light blackmail, soldier!reader, y/n is watching better call saul (dont @ me), povs might be weird idk

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“König, how copy?”

Nothing. Literal radio silence.

“König, I’m talking to you. How copy?”

“I’m here.” He grunted after a long period of silence. “Bad copy.”

“I say again. Did you get caught in the crossfire?”

The battlefield surrounding König had bullet shells everywhere, he laid carefully in the ground, trying to hide his large body from any further incoming fire.

“I did.”

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“What are your injuries?”

“I’m fine.” He growled.

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know. Too much dust.”

“König, are you in a safe place? I’m gonna need you to stay there until it’s safe enough for someone to get you.”

“Affirmative.” He panted.

“I need you to say something, König.”

“Minimal damage, only flesh wounds. A few hits in the right leg.” He grunted in frustration. “I got my vest, I’m fine.”

He laid in the ditch, looking around the empty battlefield, only being able to make out clouds of smoke and dust as gunfire continued from the distance, the fight being gradually dragged away from him. He winced as the blood kept pouring out of his thigh.

He dug his fingers into one of the bullet holes in the pants, using it as a weak point to rip the fabric. His hands were too dirty to try and tend the wound himself, so he turned the leg of his pants into makeshift shorts; pulling the fabric down his leg and using the length of it to make a tourniquet for the wound.

“Come in, König.”

“Scheiße.. What?” He barked into the receiver. “I’m not dying, fräulein.”

There was a silence as he tried to shuffle his large body into the ditch, giving his leg room while trying to stay undetected.

“We can’t risk that.” I finally said from the other end.

“Then talk to me. I’m not dying. Don’t treat me like it.” He spoke sternly.

“What do you expect me to talk about?”

“Anything. Just don’t mention that I’m bleeding out.”

“The mission—”

“Not the mission.” He snapped again. “Your day or something.”

“Sorry, um..” I paused, lost on conversation.

There was a moment of silence and he groaned at the hesitance before the receiver burst to life again. He felt a pang of guilt as he palmed himself through his cargo pants. He’d been shot at enough times to learn that the fastest way to get rid of pain is to replace it with something better, and in situations where first aid was out of the question for the foreseeable future, this was all he had unless he decided to just put up with it.

“Okay.” I started. “I started watching a lawyer show. It’s really good.” I started rambling slightly about the show until I ran out of information that König would care for.

I tried to jump from topic to topic seamlessly but a one-sided conversation wasn’t easy to keep going.

“I don’t really have a lot of spare time, so I’m running out of things to talk about.” I commented, noticing a lack of response. “König?”

“I’m alive.” He spoke through shaking breaths.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhm..” He nodded, despite me being unable to see him.

“I say again. Are you okay?”

“Gut. Ich bin prima.” He spoke. “Tut höllisch weh.” While I couldn’t make out what he was saying, his sarcasm and frustration was detectable from a mile away.

“English, König.”

“Hurts like hell.” He groaned out.

All of his actions could be explained one way or another, his ambiguous silence, his heavy breathing and grunting. From one end it seemed like a man in pain. On the other end of things, he had his head thrown back in the dirt, stroking himself slowly as the words filled his ears.

His breathing was ragged, hissing and panting as he tried to distract himself. He would manage to build his composure when he needed to talk through the comms, but besides that, he was a mess. Whining and grunting as he tried to focus on the sweet voice on the receiver instead of the stinging metal that was sinking into his skin.

He desperately jerked himself off, stroking his dick tenderly. “Keep talking.” He groaned. “Bitte, I’m bleeding everywhere. Hurts.”

“König..?” I began to feel suspicious at his pleas, it was so unlike him to be like this, he’d been shot before without acting this strange, he was swaying between aggressive and gentleness. “Are you..?”

“No.” He answered quickly, to the point where it raised more suspicion. He cringed at his own reaction, realising he sold himself out, and admitting it with his chest bare.

“König.” I said more sternly.

“Ich musste es tun, es tut so weh und deine stimme fühlt sich so gut an.” He groaned, using the wrong head to think, barely comprehensive as he rambled in a language I couldn’t even speak.

I took a deep inhale, his ramblings proving my point. “Say again in english please.”

“Yes.” He managed to get out.

“Yes, you’re jerking off?”

“Musste, kleine.” He panted, and while I still couldn’t make out his words, I understood that he was admitting to it, and by the sounds eliciting from his throat, it was clear that he wasn’t stopping. “Zu sagen dass es mir leid tut wäre eine lüge.”

“König.”

“Please.” He finally spoke out in english. “Please, keep talking.”

“What do you expect me to say?”

“Anything.” He groaned, and there was a moment of silence as we both sat in thought. His harsh demeanour melted quickly, he had no right of way to be a snappy colonel here as the need consumed him wholly.

“Do you expect me to talk dirty to you? Tell you that I bet you’re so hard and aching? That you’re probably leaking everywhere?”

“Scheiße, ja.” He nodded to the blankness of the battlefield, knowing that I couldn’t see his enthusiasm but wanting to express it anyway.

“And that’s all for me?”

“Ja, ja.” He panted out with need. “Need you.. Please?”

I sigh into the receiver and his breath catches in his throat, he gently massages his tip, enough to keep him going but not enough to build any pleasure. Guilt slowly began to consume him but he refused to let that be the other option. He didn’t want to sit in the dirt, bleeding out and crying out in pain instead of ecstasy.

“What do you want me to say?”

“What.. Do you want to say?” He responded carefully, keeping himself calm enough for this conversation to go smoothly. “Please, I’m.. Uh, werde abspritzen.. Orgasm.” He struggled out, his mind going blank.

“You have a lot of explaining to do later.”

“I know.” He groaned. “Tell me.”

I sucked my teeth. “I don’t know what to say to you, König. You want me to tell you how I want you buried deep in me?”

He let out a moan. “That.” He gritted.

“You’re fantasising about how good my pussy feels, right?”

“Ja, gute muschi.” He moaned, and soft slapping sounds began to be audible through the radio. I felt glad that no one else could listen into this line. He muttered incoherencies in English and German, it was hard to keep track of what he was trying to say.

The shame kept threatening to lay heavy on his conscience, though he managed to push it away every time it tried, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t come back later.

“You sound close.”

“Am.” He swallowed thickly. “So sexy. So beautiful.”

“Mhm? Want me to say something about how I fuck myself in my quarters? Gotta keep myself quiet so the others don’t hear me through the shitty paper-thin walls?” I started. “Or how I’m tight because I haven’t got a boyfriend? My Colonel doesn't give me enough time off, y’know?”

The passive aggressiveness was something he made a mental note of, something to save for later to make up for his actions. Right now, he was focused on the orgasm threatening to rip through his body.

“Mhm, like that.” He whined, covering his mouth and his sounds becoming more muffled. “Scheiße—” The embarrassment in his voice lingered in the line for longer than his words did but it didn’t dissuade him. “Can explain this.. Later. Ah, please, right there.” He managed to curse out.

He panted and groaned, a mix of ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you’ filled the air, surrounded by something or other in german. It was hard to tell what was happening through the walkie talkie, though before I could respond, his dick twitched in his hand, spilling cum from the tip, leaking over his hand and down onto his pants.

He threw his head back into the dirt, trying to regain himself, his afterglow of bliss successfully distracting him, but not enough to not worry about the growing guilt. “Sorry.” He mumbled.

“So.. You can explain why you were out of position or why you were jacking off?”

“Both.” He breathed. “I can do both. I’m sorry.”

“Evac van is on its way, it might take a bit to find you.” I tried to bite back a smile. “You should clean up.”

“I know.” He swallowed. “Thanks, uh.. I’m..”

He sighed, knowing better than to keep apologising, mindlessly wiping his hand on his pants, not caring too much of the stain and trying to reorganise himself. He crawled around the ditch, trying to make his position more obvious to the humvee, he could vaguely see it in the distance.

“Tell me you’re not mad, right?” He spoke through the radio, trying to walk towards a more visible vantage point where the enemy wouldn’t see him if there were any lingerers despite the fact that the fight was most certainly further down the open field at this point.

I laughed through the radio, and the cackle of life it brought to the abandoned field was uneasy as he slowly tried to move towards the van.

“No, not mad, but I definitely plan to use this against you in the near future.”

#cod #konig #smut #konig smut #konig x reader #konig x you #cod x reader #cod smut #call of duty smut #call of duty #call of duty x reader #konig x y/n

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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Hey I have a req for Johnnie I was thinking like he's on stream and your giving him head an he's trying to be quiet but he just can't help himself and he accidentally gives himself away and his viewers are so confused, he realizes what he did and he immediately stops the stream, then he fucks you so hard, the next day he makes up an excuse for his viewers as to why he was making noises on the stream

Thanks

You can change anything I don't really care if it's anything like this tbh

I LOVE THIS ❤️

Love me

tags/ warnings: head (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (both johnnie and y/n are of age, both 18+), rough sex

don't like, don't read.

do not repost, copy, translate, or claim as your own. Read only on this blog.

Your POV:

As johnnie settled into his chair, he logged onto his stream, eager to provide his viewers with the late-night entertainment they so desperately craved. He'd been feeling a little under the weather lately, but he was determined not to let that dampen his spirits or his performance. As he settled into his chair, he gave his audience a reassuring smile and adjusted his mic, and saw you entering the room.

You walked over to him, a sultry smile playing on your lips, and climbed into his lap. He couldn't help but let out a shudder of pleasure as your warm, soft body pressed against him. You leaned in close, your breath hot on his ear, and whispered, "shh, just let me make you feel good baby"

His heart raced as you began to tease him, slowly undoing his pants and pulling his hardening cock out of his underwear. He let out a quiet moan, trying to muffle the sound with his free hand, but it was no use. The pleasure coursing through him was too intense. As you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft, he couldn't help but gasp and arch his back, feeling the familiar tightness building in his core.

"you're doing great, baby," you whispered, your lips brushing against his length as you continued your expert ministrations. Your movements were so smooth and sensual, it was almost enough to distract him from the sounds of his own pleasure. He bit his lip, trying to stifle another moan as he glanced down at the chat window, hoping no one had noticed. But even as he scanned the messages, he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his cheeks. The words on the screen were nothing but curious, his expressions changing every second.

His fingers dug into the chair, the leather creaking under the strain. His hips bucked involuntarily with each thrust, pushing his cock deeper into your warm, wet mouth. The sensation was exquisite, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of you taking him, the soft sounds you made as you worked him. He couldn't believe how good it felt.

But as much as he tried to lose himself in the pleasure, he couldn't help but be acutely aware of the chat window open beside him. He could see the messages flooding in, a lot of them curious.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, his eyes darting between the messages and your face. "You gotta help me out here, babe."

You smiled up at him, your lips curling around his cock, and nodded, taking him deeper into your throat. He struggled to keep his noises in. "Shhh," you whispered, your fingers tracing over his lips. "Just let me take care of you, okay?"

He gripped the armrests tightly, his knuckles white with the effort not to make any noise as you continued to pleasure him. The soothing and intensely arousing feel of your mouth, sending shivers down his spine. His hips bucked involuntarily against your hand, urging you on, but he didn't dare make any actual noise.

As you expertly bobbed your head, you felt the familiar tightness in your own core begin to build. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and saw the conflicting emotions playing across his features. His eyes were locked on yours, his pupils dilated with desire, but there was also a hint of fear and vulnerability. You knew you had to keep him distracted, both physically and mentally.

You took him deeper, sucking harder, and felt his cock twitch in response. Your fingers dug into his thigh, urging him to let go, to surrender to the pleasure. You could feel his restraint beginning to slip, his hips starting to buck wildly against your hand. You knew he was close.

You glanced up at him, their gazes locked, and saw the tension in his body start to ease. His breathing grew ragged, his muscles relaxed. You took advantage of the moment, using your free hand to stroke his length faster, your other hand cupping his balls and rolling them gently in your palm. You could feel his climax building, see it reflected in the desperation in his eyes.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he let out a long, shuddering moan. His hips bucked wildly against you, the chair creaking under the strain, but you held him tight, milking him until the last drop. His eyes rolled back in his head, his hands trembling as he tried to catch his breath.

The sound of his orgasm echoed through the chat, eliciting a chorus of exclamations and questions. You could see the confusion and surprise in his eyes as he glanced down at the screen, still trying to catch his breath. You smiled up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and gave him a reassuring squeeze on the thigh.

"Don't worry about them," you whispered. "Look at me"

His eyes reluctantly met yours. "But they'll know," he stammered.

"No, they won't," you assured him, your voice steady. "They'll never know." You leaned forward, running your tongue along his length, and began to stroke him slowly, teasingly. "Just focus on me."

You meant every word, and as you continued to pleasure him, his attention shifted back to you. His breathing began to steady, his eyes lost in a mixture of desire and gratitude. You could see the tension in his shoulders ease, his body relax into the mattress. The feel of him in your hand, the taste of him in your mouth, it all combined to create a sense of intimacy that was almost overwhelming.

You glanced down at the chat, noticing the messages had turned to speculation and curiosity. Some were even beginning to tease him, asking if he'd really given up his anonymity for a blowjob. You ignored them, focusing on the man beside you.

As you worked him, your own arousal began to build, a slow, steady ache in your core. You couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have him inside you, to feel him thrusting deep and hard. You took your free hand from his thigh, reaching down to touch yourself through the fabric of your pants. He watched you, his eyes dark with desire, as you stroked yourself, his cock twitching in response.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "I want to be inside you."

You met his gaze, holding it for a moment before nodding. "Then show me how much you want it." You reached down between your legs, unzipping his pants and pulling them down, revealing his hardness to you. He helped you remove your clothes, tossing them carelessly aside, and positioned himself over you, guiding his cock to your entrance. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with desire and a hint of uncertainty.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You reached up, cupping his cheek in your hand, and smiled up at him. "I've never been more sure of anything."

He brushed his lips against yours, their softness sending a shiver through you, and then he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside you. You arched your back, gasping at the sensation of being filled, feeling him stretch you in a way that was both unfamiliar and achingly right. He began to move, his hips meeting yours in a rhythm that was almost painful in its intensity. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, wanting more of his heat and strength.

As he moved within you, the pleasure built, wave after wave of it coursing through your body, leaving you breathless and shuddering. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your back arched off the mattress as you felt the familiar tightness begin to coil in your core. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and saw the same look of ecstasy mirrored in his eyes. He was close.

"I'm going to come," he whispered, his voice tight. "I'm so close."

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him as close as you could, feeling his body tense beneath your fingers. You could feel it too, the way his cock throbbed inside you, the way his hips began to buck wildly against yours. The room spun, the world narrowing down to just the two of you and the sensations that coursed through your bodies.

With a groan that seemed to come from deep within him, he thrust one final time, his hips meeting yours in a powerful collision that sent shockwaves of pleasure through you both. He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. You could feel him inside you, still hard, still filling you, and you couldn't help but moan in response.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against yours. He moved his head, kissing you tenderly, his lips soft against yours. The taste of him lingered on your lips, and you couldn't help but smile against his mouth.

"I've never been more sure of anything either," he whispered, his voice still ragged from their shared exertion. You felt the weight of him begin to lift as he slowly withdrew from your body, leaving you aching and wanting more.

You stretched beneath him, arching your back and reveling in the feeling of being empty. He watched you with a mixture of tenderness and desire, his gaze traveling the length of your body before returning to meet your eyes. You reached up, tracing your fingers along his jawline, feeling the rough stubble beneath your fingertips.

"Thanks for staying," you murmured, your voice still heavy with sleep. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He smiled down at you, his eyes softening. "I'll always stay, no matter what." He kissed you gently, his lips warm against yours. "Now, why don't you try to get some more sleep?"

You yawned, snuggling deeper into the pillow. "Okay."

He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. His skin glowed in the soft light from the bedside lamp, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the morning when you'd have to leave. But for now, you were here with him, and that was enough.

He reached over to turn off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The air felt cool against your skin, and you shivered slightly. He must have noticed, because he immediately pulled the covers up to your chin and wrapped his arms around you. You sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of his body envelop you.

"I love how you feel in my arms," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "I could stay like this forever."

You nestled closer, pressing your body against his. "Me too." You closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the night before start to pull at you again. "Goodnight, my love."

He kissed the top of your head before pulling the blanket up higher, tucking it securely around you. His hand found yours in the darkness, lacing their fingers together. You could feel him watching you as you drifted off to sleep, and it was the most comforting sensation in the world.

The next morning, you woke up to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the curtains. You stretched lazily, enjoying the feeling of being nestled in the warmth of your bed. You didn't see johnnie, he must've been making breakfast. "Hey baby" he says, opening the door with a coffee mug in his hands.

you drag him back into bed, forcing him to place the coffee on the bedside table, and kissed him, cuddling him tightly, wrapping yourself into his embrace. "thank you baby" you giggle, kissing the tip of his forehead.

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie guilbert x reader #jake and johnnie #goth #emo #emocore #scenecore #scene #itsmealaiah

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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 1 month

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This Is Where You Stand With Me (part 3)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: none

Part 2 here

Y/N's pov

We flew to Spain ten days before the Grand Prix. Carlos wanted to introduce Sophie to his family, and since his family is in Madrid, the two of them decided to go there for two days.

It's Friday night in Barcelona and Lando asked me if I wanted to go out with him and the boys. Of course I agreed because I don't plan on being in the hotel room until Sophie and Carlos come back. Since Lando is the only person with whom I am closest, I asked him to wait for me so that we go to the club together. And him being the sweetheart that he is he agreed to wait for me.

A few minutes after I replied to his text, here he is knocking on the door of my hotel room.

"Give me a second!" I yell as I quickly throw on an oversized t shirt and some shorts on myself.

"Hello!" I smile from ear to ear and tilt my head to the side as I open the door for him.

"Y/n!" He shouts. "Your hair is wet and still in a towel! You haven't even started getting ready yet!!" He scolds me as he enters my room.

"Well I told you I just got out of the shower! But don't worry I usually don't take long to get ready." I assure him.

"Yeah, yeah sure. We'll see." He rolls his eyes as he throws himself on my bed.

"If your shoes touch my sheets, you're going to have a problem with me." I warn him and he laughs at my threats, but listens to me and takes off his shoes.

"By the way you look very handsome." I compliment him. He was wearing a short-sleeved white linen shirt and loose, but not too loose, light blue washed jeans. And of course two necklaces around his neck that fit him so well.

"Thank you, now please start getting ready so we can see what you'll look like."

"So? How do I look?" I ask him 45 minutes later as I pose in front of him.

"I-I.." He looks stunned, measuring me from head to toe with his mouth open. He's never seen me dressed up like this before and I must say I'm flattered by his reaction.

"I hope that's a good sign?"

"I'm sorry." He laughs nervously. "You left me speechless, you look beautiful."

"Thank you Lando." I blush at his compliment.

"Shall we go?" He asks extending his arm for me.

"Be sure I'll hold your hand until we get there because I don't wear heels very often."

"As long as you'd like."

It was around 10.30 p.m. when Lando and I arrived in front of the club. We didn't get out of the car right away because there was a bunch of paparazzi in front of the club and I was slowly starting to get anxious. I didn't feel comfortable being photographed and ending up all over the internet the next day just because I came with Lando. I didn't feel very safe either, and I surely didn't want them to spread any rumors about Lando and me.

"Are you okay?" Lando asks me because he noticed that I was squirming in the seat and breathing rapidly.

"Yeah, I'm just, I'm a little nervous. There's a lot of them." I say biting on my lower lip and he puts his hand over mine.

"Just hold onto me and we'll be inside in a few seconds okay?" He says and I nod.

"Okay."

The driver opened the door for us and Lando got out of the car first. As soon as he stepped out of the car people started shouting his name and the camera flashes went off like crazy. For a moment I thought about not getting out of the car at all but asking the driver to take me back to the hotel, but luckily the desire to have a good time was stronger than that.

"You okay?" Lando was so sweet checking up on me.

"Yeah, let's go."

I climb out of the car and keep my gaze down holding Lando's hand tightly with one hand and trying to cover my face with the other. It definitely looked like we were a couple and that's why the paparazzi immediately began to bombard him with questions.

"Lando who is this? Is this your new girlfirend?"

"What's her name?"

"Look over here! You two look great together!"

At that moment I didn't care about the questions or the comments, I only cared about whether I would trip and fall in my heels in front of all those cameras. About thirty seconds later, which by the way felt like 30 minutes, we finally got inside the club.

"I must say you've got a pretty tight grip." Lando says and I can't help but laugh at his comment.

"I'm sorry." I try to pull out my hand from his, but he doesn't let go.

"I don't mind though."

And so we continued to make our way through the crowd of people until we reached the VIP section with a booth where Pierre, Kika, Max and Charles were. As Lando and I got closer I felt that all eyes were on us. Before my and Charles' eyes briefly met, I caught him scanning Lando and me and looking at our hands. I wasn't surprised when I saw that Ava wasn't with them.

"Hello, guys." Lando greets them and I give Kika a hug.

"Hi!" I wave my hand and everybody but Charles, of course, greets me back.

The night went great, we danced, we sang, we drank, some of us maybe a little too much, but that's okay.

At one point we all left the booth and went down into the crowd to dance. That was by far my favorite part of the night. I was so relaxed and careless I enjoyed every second of it.

Lando was dancing with me, he'd spin me around every now and then while we were singing to spanish songs from the top of our lungs even though we didn't understand a single word. If only Sophie and Carlos were here, I'm sure it would have been even better.

"Are you having a good time?" Lando slurs. Out of all of us he drank the most and it was very obvious that he was wasted.

"You're so drunk." I laugh. I was a bit tipsy, but I knew when to stop drinking because I didn't want to get drunk. He ignored my observation that he was drunk and continued to bring drinks.

"Lando, you should really stop. You've had enough."

"Nooo." Whining like a baby, he pulls me into a hug and rests his head in the crook of my neck leaning his weight on me. You could see it was time to go to the hotel because his eyes were closing from tiredness. He could barely stand on his feet.

"Lando, your're heavy, we're both gonna fall down. Stand up straight please!" I say struggling to somehow hold him so he doesn't fall and brings me down with him.

"You're gonna knock her down you idiot." Luckily, Charles noticed the situation and pulled Lando off of me. "C'mon it's time to leave." He says to Lando who protested a little, but listened to Charles anyway.

"I'll help you with him." I say and we start making our way to the exit.

A car was already waiting for us in front of the club, so all three of us sat in the back seats, Lando between Charles and me. As soon as he sat down, he fell asleep. My feet were killing me and I couldn't wait to go to sleep, and Charles seemed tired as well. I'd say he was a little tipsy too, but nowhere near as Lando. He definitely outdid us all tonight.

Charles and i haven't spoken a word tonight and I didn't want to be the one to start any conversation in the car so the ride was quiet, but luckily short. When we got to the hotel, first Charles got out of the car, then I.

"Lando, wake up." I say gently shaking him by his shoulder. He just mumbled something refusing to get out.

"I would prefer leaving him in the car to sleep since he had to drink this much." Charles says getting annoyed at him. "Lando, wake the fuck up or I'm gonna leave you here."

When we somehow managed to get him out of the car, I held him by one side and Charles by the other and so we started to walk to the elevator. We entered the elevator and I pressed the fifth floor on which Lando's room was and mine was on the floor below.

"Does he normally drink like this when you guys go out?" I ask.

"Not really, this is the first time I've seen him like this in a long time." Charles replies.

"Really?"

"Yeah, maybe you are a bad influence on him." Charles says, but I can't tell if he was joking or what he already meant by what he said.

"Yeah, sure." I roll my eyes at him.

When we reached Lando's room, we barely managed to find the card in his pants that unlocks the room. I was a little surprised, but relieved that he didn't lose it. We get inside the room and lay him down on the bed.

"Fuck, I'm sweating." Charles says while stretching his back.

"Should we just leave him like this?" I ask referring to his clothes and shoes.

"Well, I don't know. Aren't you gonna take care of him tonight? I bet you were gonna spend the night in his room anyway." As the words leave his mouth, I feel as if someone has knocked the breath out of my lungs. I was shocked at what he said.

"Excuse me?" I was immediately overcome with anger and the alcohol coursing through my veins definitely contributed to that feeling. "How dare you say such a thing to me? Who gives you the right to insult me like that? You don't know shit about me!" At this point I was almost yelling and I didn't care about Lando sleeping because he was passed out anyway he couldn't hear a thing.

"Well you two came holding hands, he was all over you the whole night hugging you and dancing with you. What else can a person think?"

"Lando is nothing but a good friend to me and someone who I trust and feel safe next to when I'm here alone without Sophie and Carlos! And I don't look at him as anything other than a friend!" I continue to justify myself to Charles for some unknown reason.

"And you don't trust me enough to ask me if you need anything while they're gone?" He asks and I just can't believe what's coming out of his mouth. For a moment I wonder if I'm crazy or if he is.

"Are you seriously asking me this right now? How do you think I trust you or even feel comfortable in your company when you constantly treat me like this? Ever since we met, I've been nothing but polite and nice to you and you just keep putting me down for literally no reason! One minute you are nice, attentive and caring and funny and then the next you have some unnecessary rude comment to say to me, or you don't even deign to greet me, or even better you don't even acknowledge my existence! You're so pathetic Charles! I had such a good night, but you managed to ruin it, congratulations!" I almost run out of breath after my angry rant and I can already feel tears welling up in my eyes, but he got what he deserved.

"Why do you seem to remember so good all those situations? Why do they bother you so much if you don't care, huh?" He asks taking a step closer to me. I am irritated by his calmness while everything inside me is burning with anger.

"I don't know maybe because I'm a good fucking person who doesn't treat other people the way you do so I don't except to be treated that way from you either if I've been nothing but kind to you! And you know what else? I keep thinking how badly your girlfriend treats you because she isn't there to support you when you need her. I felt so bad for you for the Monaco Grand Prix, I even wished to comfort you when she wasn't there to. But the further I go, the more I think that maybe you are the problem, not her." I turn on my heel and head for the door, a tear escaping my eye in the process. I was fighting them back really hard and I'm furious at myself for letting him make me feel this way.

I leave the room, but he follows me outside and stops me by pulling me by my hand.

"Wait." He says.

"No, don't touch me!" I say yanking it away from his grip.

"Then why weren't you there for me instead of her if you wished to?"

"Because of all the things I just said. And why don't you start giving some answers instead of just asking questions?" With that I leave him standing in the corridor of the hotel as I hurry to the elevator and into my room.

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Win a Date with Takada-Chan! Part II

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~5.3k

cw: switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd), reader described as having hair, reader has curves, mentions of food/desserts, suggestive dialogue, sexual tension, explicit language, suggestive touching

Summary: The second half of Takada-Chan’s big group date is underway. Or so you think.

Author’s Notes: Here’s the last regular chapter of Idol Fan Wars. Stay tuned for the Epilogue, coming soon. Divider credit to @/saradika.

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Todo’s warm breath on your ear wakes you up. “Hey, baby. We’re here.” Baby…? Did he just call you baby?

And did you just get aroused by him calling you baby?!

Right. It’s all part of the act. Though he only whispered it to you. Why would he call you baby if no one else is listening? Before you can analyze it any further, he stands up to exit the bus, you following right behind him. Once you’re outside, he puts his arm around your shoulder as you wait for all the other fans to exit. “Did you have a good nap?” he asks.

You nod, reveling in this unusual closeness. “Yes, I did. Thanks for letting me sleep on you.” You peer up at him to give him a smile. “You’re surprisingly very comfortable.”

“Well, you can sleep on me anytime,” he says, rubbing your arm affectionately. All his little touches are gentle and sweet; there are butterflies in your stomach. It’s not what you expect from him.

Takada-Chan leads them into the studio. You find out your favorite security guard’s name is Haru, and you chat with him as you walk. Todo still has his arm wrapped around you, not speaking. Occasionally, he’ll pull you in a little closer to his body when you start to deviate slightly away from him.

As part of the group date, the fans get to stand on set and partake in an official Takada-Chan photoshoot. As she gets ready in her dressing room, her manager comes out to offer a buffet of food and refreshments. This includes a variety of sandwiches, chips, and even a chocolate fondue fountain. You go straight for dessert, filling your plate with strawberries and marshmallows galore. Todo stacks three roast beef sandwiches on his plate. Still feeling disgruntled about your confrontation with the other winners, you and Todo keep to yourselves as you chow down.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?” he asks, inspecting your plate full of chocolate covered strawberries. “It’s all sweets.”

“Oops, I guess it is. I can’t help it; I��ve got the biggest sweet tooth,” you explain with a half shrug.

“Here. At least have one bite of real food.” He holds one of his sandwiches in front of your lips. “Open.”

The demand catches you off guard. Nevertheless, you obey and open wide. His lips curl into that signature smirk as you take a big bite. “Good girl.”

You look away from him, flustered, as you chew the food in your mouth. Why does this seem so erotic? It’s just a sandwich. It’s as if those two words uttered from his lips unlocked a deep desire in you. Avoiding his gaze, you indulge in a chocolate covered strawberry. It’s messy, sweet, and decadent.

“Is it good?” You answer him with a silent nod, noticing how his eyes linger on your mouth. “You have some chocolate on your lip.” He reaches out to you before you can even process his comment. He swipes the pad of his thumb slowly across the corner of your mouth. Before he moves away, you grasp at his hand and surround his thumb with your lips, sucking off the chocolate. You gaze into his eyes as you slowly pull his hand away, making sure to make a loud pop when you release him.

Under his breath, you hear him growl, “Fuck.”

“Shouldn’t let it go to waste, right?” There’s a naughty glint in your eyes.

He steps closer to you and says in a low voice, “You’re so bad, you know that? You can’t just do things like that in public.”

“But we have to give these people a show, right?”

Suddenly, his expression changes. He looks hurt. “Is this all just an act to you? Kissing me, falling asleep on my chest, sucking my fucking thumb like that. Is all this still just pretend?”

“Isn’t it?” you respond, confused by his reaction.

He doesn’t say anything at first, only stares at you with an odd expression, almost like he’s disappointed. Finally, he asks, “Is that how you feel?”

How do you feel? After everything that has happened today, there’s no doubt in your mind that you’re attracted to him. The kiss, the affectionate touching, the way he called you baby and good girl. Is this how he is as a boyfriend? You never imagined there could be this side of him. This is something you could get used to. But you and Todo still didn’t know each other well. Your relationship started off as a silly rivalry full of name-calling and squabbling. How can you become a couple after a few chance encounters?

~~~

After what feels like forever, she stammers, “I’m not sure how I feel.”

Todo can’t help feeling dejected. He jerks his head away from her and stuffs his mouth with one of his sandwiches. How is he supposed to respond to that?

“Todo,” she starts.

“It’s fine,” he grunts. “Forget I said anything.”

They eat the rest of their food without speaking, a strange atmosphere between them now. It’s not like he’s mad at her; how can he be? They’ve been bickering rivals up until now. He can’t expect her to fall for him after one kiss and a few cute pet names. When he really thinks about it, he hasn’t been the nicest or most chivalrous person towards her. Checking out her ass and pulling on her braids doesn’t really scream out Prince Charming. If he’s going to win her over, he has to be better. He needs to do something unselfish and kind. She’s already done enough for him, it’s time for him to do something for her.

After several more minutes of waiting, Takada-Chan comes out of her dressing room, ready for the photoshoot. She’s beautiful in a red polka dot dress with her hair up in her signature pigtails. The fans watch in awe as the photographer directs the pop idol to do different poses against a white backdrop. After a couple of pictures, the crew switches the backdrop while Takada-Chan changes into a different outfit. This repeats for a while, with the idol’s outfits equally as epic as the last, classic pigtails still in place.

The photoshoot lasts about two hours. When the last pictures are taken, the photographer and Takada-Chan motion to her fans so they can all take turns getting their own personal photos with the idol. Many of the winners pose for solo pics rather than with their guest.

Todo and his pretend girlfriend haven’t said much to each other during the photoshoot. She seemed too mesmerized watching Takada-Chan. It was adorable watching her eyes widen with delight at each pose the pop idol struck. He still isn’t sure what to think after their last conversation.

When it’s time for their photo, Todo walks toward Takada-Chan. When he sees that his “girlfriend” is still staying in place, he furrows his eyebrows and waves her over. She shakes her head. “You should get your own pic, it’s fine.”

“I want you in the picture,” he demands.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, come here.”

Takada-Chan giggles in the background. “You two are too much. Cuteness overload.”

She takes her spot on the other side of Takada-Chan. The photographer points her camera. “Ready?”

“Let’s do a little heart this time!” the pop idol suggests. She puts her thumb and index finger together. They follow suit.

“Fantastic! Takada-Chan’s team will email this out to the winners in a few day’s time,” the photographer informs.

The singer gives a temporarily farewell as she makes her way back to the dressing room to get ready for the second portion of the group date.

Todo notices his girlfriend clutching at her stomach, taking labored breaths. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, my stomach hurts all of a sudden. I think all that chocolate is catching up to me.”

“What?!” he yells out.

“My tummy,” she murmurs. She looks up at him with pitiful puppy dog eyes. How can someone in this current state still be so adorable?

He glances around the room in a panic. “Well, what do you need? Do you want some water or medicine?”

She holds onto his arm as she rubs her belly. “It feels like a really bad cramp. I’m so dumb. I get like this sometimes when I eat too many sweets on an empty stomach.”

“I told you to eat some real food!”

“I know! You were right! I should have listened!” She buries her face in her hands as she doubles over.

Todo bends down to put his arm around her. “Are you going to be okay?”

Through her hands, he hears her mutter, “I don’t know.”

~~~

Takada-Chan reappears in her outfit from earlier in the day. When she notices you and Todo kneeling, she hurries over. “Are you okay?”

There’s a painful pang in your stomach again. This is what you get for stuffing your face full of chocolate! You’ve always had a sensitive stomach, but this is just cruel and unusual for it to be happening right now.

Todo stands up and explains, “My girlfriend isn’t feeling well.”

The idol gasps. “Oh no! Is there anything we can do for you, sweetie?”

After a few deep breaths, you stand up straight and say, “I think I should just go home.”

“Should we take you to a hospital?”

“No, no. It’s not serious. A hot compress and some bed rest will do the trick. I’m so sorry Takada-Chan.”

“I’m sorry there isn’t much we can do to help you. I’m going to miss you at our dinner.” Your heart beats faster at the idol’s kind words, but even that isn’t enough to ease you from this misery.

“I’ll come with you,” Todo states, concerned.

You turn to him and exclaim, “No! Please, Todo. Go to the dinner. I’ll be fine. Really!” There’s a heavy weight of guilt sweeping over you. You don’t want to take him away from his precious Takada-Chan over a little tummy ache. You grip his arm tightly and reassure him. “I’ll be fine. I promise. Just have fun, okay?”

The pop idol can’t help herself. She lets out a squeal. “Seriously, cutest couple ever!”

Todo opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. He bows his head to stare down at the floor. What is he thinking right now? Is he afraid to look at you? After a few more seconds, you hear him mutter, “Okay.”

You’re relieved when he agrees to stay. There is no reason for him to leave the dinner for you. It’s not like you two are an actual couple. You would hate to have him resent you for missing out on this once in a lifetime opportunity.

Takada-Chan tasks Haru, her security guard, to take you home. At first you refuse, already guilty for putting this burden on everyone. After plenty of coaxing from the singer, you concede and follow Haru out, Todo and the Takada trailing behind you. She sends you off with a warm hug and a “feel better soon.” When you stand in front of Todo, he looks at you with a neutral expression.

“Have fun at dinner,” you say, with a weak smile.

“Yeah, okay.” Unexpectedly, he reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. His fingers slowly trail down to your chin. It’s intimate and tender. Just for a nanosecond, you think about kissing him again.

You turn away before you can do anything. Haru is already holding the door open to the backseat of the car. As you slide into the vehicle, you hear Takada-Chan and Todo chatting as they walk back towards the studio. There’s a feeling of jealously as you watch them together. Are you jealous that Todo gets to dine with Takada-Chan? Or are you jealous that Takada-Chan is going out to dinner with your boyfriend? You don’t even know anymore.

The twenty-minute car ride to your house is mostly silent, except for best security guard ever Haru checking in every so often to make sure you are as comfortable as you can be given your current condition. When he pulls up to the driveway, you give him your most gracious thanks and head into your home. After you prepare a hot compress, you head straight to bed, curled up in a fetal position.

You groan out loud. This really must be karma for lying to the world about your fake relationship. And maybe karma for leading Todo on, giving him such a half-assed answer when he asked you how you really feel.

Aside from the cramping, there’s tightness in the pit of your stomach. You think about all that has happened today. Why did you kiss him? Fall asleep against his chest? Suck on his thumb?! What the fuck were you thinking?! You didn’t do it to tease him. It’s different than the time at the café. You had no malicious intentions this time. Your body just acted on its own. He was being so lovey-dovey and sweet, you got caught up in the moment.

The act. Is this all just an act to you? Is all this still just pretend? The sting in his voice was so apparent when he asked you those questions. The hurt look on his face when you answered is ingrained in your memory. Why did he react that way? Does he not want it to be pretend anymore?

Maybe there was intention behind every touch and whisper today. And not just for Todo, but for you too. Even though you kissed him to prove a point, you’ve always desired to feel those big lips against yours. You didn’t mind him holding you the way he did; in fact, you were comfortable with him. And you definitely didn’t have to put his thumb in your mouth, but you can brush that off as just a little moment of weakness.

Is it still an act if you wanted to do all those things? If you still want to do those things? And with Todo, of all people? The man who you thought was the bane of your existence the past few weeks? As you lie in bed, stomach still aching, you can’t help but feel a more pleasant sensation as you fantasize about him. His sexy smirk, that low growl in his voice. His beefy arms that can engulf you in the most amazing embrace. Those big lips that can swallow you whole. That overwhelming confidence that makes you believe in every word that comes out of his mouth. The eccentric attitude that keeps you on your toes.

Maybe Sara is right. She always is.

You like him.

~~~

He misses her.

They’ve been in the party bus for thirty minutes, travelling to Takada-Chan’s favorite sushi restaurant in the city. He’s not particularly enjoying the subtle jeers and snickers from the other fans, who of course found out immediately that his “girlfriend” had to ditch him out of the blue.

They’re all just assholes, Todo doesn’t have the energy to deal with them right now. How is he just realizing what a sausage-fest these events are?

He sits in the same seat as earlier in the day. It’s empty without her cuddled beside him. He could have sat next to the pop idol, but he doesn’t feel like socializing, much to his own surprise. His mind keeps focusing on her.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up their chat. The familiar picture shows up on his screen and he can’t help but grin at it. He’ll never get over how cute it is. The rest of their messages are from a week ago, when she asked him to go with her on this group date. He stares at his phone, contemplating if he should send her a text to check in. In the end, he decides against it. She’s probably sleeping, he thinks.

At last, they arrive to the sushi restaurant. Todo makes sure to sit next to the pop idol this time. Normally, he would be starstruck and speechless being in such close proximity to Takada-Chan. However, he’s too distracted thinking about his girlfriend.

Girlfriend. He loves the way that sounds in his head. No quotes, no “fake” or “pretend” in front of it. Just girlfriend. He wants to keep calling her that.

As the rest of the dweebs gather around the table, Takada-Chan starts speaking to Todo. “Such a bummer about your girlfriend. I hope she’s okay.”

“Yeah, me too.” He drums his fingers against the table anxiously.

“You seem distracted. Are you that worried about her?”

“I guess I am. I wish she was here right now.”

She flashes a warm smile and agrees. “Me too. Maybe she wishes you were with her right now too.”

Todo’s eyes widen with realization. Could that be true? She practically begged him to stay for the dinner. Maybe out of guilt. Could this be an opportunity to show her how he feels about her? To do something nice and prove his worth?

“You should go to her.” Even in reality, Takada-Chan is his voice of reason.

“You’re right, Takada-Chan. I have to do something. This is my chance to really show her the type of man I can be!”

She pumps her fists up with a bright smile. “That’s it, Todo! You got this!”

He gets up and bows deeply to the pop idol. “Thank you, Takada-Chan. Thank you for everything.”

As soon as he exits the restaurant, Todo dials her number. No answer. He calls three more times with no success. Thinking quickly, he texts Yuji.

Todo: Brother, I need your help.

Brother: hey, what’s up?

Todo: I need Sara’s number.

Brother: did something happen on your big date? Is everything ok

Todo: I’ll tell you later, just give me her number

Yuji texts Sara’s phone number, to which Todo immediately calls. “Hello?” she answers. In the background, he can hear the sound of clinking plates and the distinct chatter of a party.

“Sara, it’s Aoi Todo. Yuji gave me your phone number.”

“Todo? Why are you calling me?”

He explains the situation, then says, “I tried calling her, but she isn’t picking up. I’m worried about her. I’m going to buy some porridge for her right now. Can you give me her address?”

She doesn’t respond right away. Finally, she states, “I can’t just give you my best friend’s address.”

Todo expects this type of response. It was Sara who caught him staring at her best friend’s ass in that mini skirt. She probably still thinks he’s a pervert. He can’t blame her for being protective, but he’ll be damned if he can’t see his girlfriend tonight and feed her some porridge. “Please. I’m almost at the porridge shop right now. I just want to bring it to her. I want to do something nice for her.”

More silence, until she relents. “Okay. I’ll give you her address. But I’m coming too. I’m almost off work. I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes.”

Todo breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Sara. Thank you.”

“You better be on your best behavior, mister!” she warns.

“I will, I promise.”

Luckily, there is a well rated soup shop near his current location. He buys a large bowl of plain rice porridge to go. As he makes his way to train station, he stops by a convenience store to grab a few Pocari Sweats. If she’s feeling nauseated, she might be vomiting; she’ll need to replenish her electrolytes. He also buys matcha green tea ice cream. At the café, he remembers her mentioning how much she loves matcha. Even if her sweet tooth is what got her into this mess, he hopes that the ice cream will be a nice treat to settle her stomach.

As he pays, he notices a stuffed turtle plushie displayed at the window. At the Meet and Greet, when she was chatting away with Takada-Chan in her dressing room, she pretended to own a pet turtle named Nobu. Maybe she’ll like this.

He boards the train heading in the direction of the address Sara texted him, bag of goodies in hand, determined to show her what he’s capable of. Sara is already there when he arrives, hands on her hips, lips pursed, eyebrows knit together. A defensive stance. “Good evening, Todo.” Her eyes narrow as she says his name.

Todo is not the type of person to get scared. This is well known fact. But even he can’t help but falter slightly under this intense gaze. It’s like a mama bear protecting her cub. “Hello. I brought some stuff for her.”

He lifts the bag up for Sara to see. She glances at it, then her gaze averts back to him. “So, what’s the deal? Do you like her or something?”

Wow, very straight forward. Todo clears his throat and stands tall. With as much confidence as he can muster, he confesses, “Yes. I like her.” Saying it out loud makes it real. There’s fluttering in his abdomen, giddy and excited.

“We kissed today,” Todo admits. Sara’s eyes widen with surprise, but she remains silent. Listening. “We got confronted by some other fans. Said we were faking being a couple to get Takada-Chan’s attention. She thought it would be a good idea to kiss to shut them up. Maybe it was all just for show, but I felt something there. I feel something between us. I know I’ve been a jerk and a pain in the ass, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to show that I can be a man worthy of her.”

He draws a long breath and exhales slowly, waiting for a reaction from Sara. Suddenly, her expression softens as reaches into her pocket for something. A key. She grins at him. “It’s about time. I’m just surprised she made the first move, considering what a horndog you are. No offense.” She jingles the key in her hand. “I tried calling her, but she isn’t picking up. I’ve got a key to her place, so we can just head in and check on her.”

“Wait, that’s it? You looked so intimidating just a few seconds ago.”

Sara laughs loudly. “You thought I was intimidating? Oh man, I’m flattered. I just had to make sure your intentions are pure. Don’t think I don’t know about the naughty conversation you two had at the café. Or the fact that I caught you red-handed checking her out.” She glares at Todo as she warns, “I’m still keeping my eye on you, though. Better behave yourself.”

She unlocks the front door and gestures to follow her inside. He immediately puts the matcha green tea ice cream in the freezer. Sara side eyes him and asks, “Did you get that for her, too?”

Todo rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. She told me she likes matcha, so I thought she’d like this.”

“I’m impressed. She will definitely like that.” He mentally pats himself on the back.

He watches Sara approach a closed door and knock on it gently. She calls out her best friend’s name softly. When there’s no answer, she quietly opens the door and heads inside.

Todo’s heart starts racing. What is he going to say to her? Should he confess to her right now? If she’s still feeling ill, he wouldn’t want to unload his feelings onto her. It might cause her more stress.

He grabs the bag with the porridge and turtle plushie, ready to go. Waiting for the right moment to make his entrance.

~~~

Sara’s voice calling out your name startles you awake. When you open your eyes, she’s kneeling on the ground beside the bed. “Hey, are you okay? We’ve been trying to call you for the past hour.”

You rub your eyes and yawn. “Yeah, I’m feeling okay.” Once you process what she said, you ask, “Wait, what are you doing here?”

“I heard you got sick from eating too much chocolate. You can be so lame sometimes,” she chuckles, ruffling your head.

“Who told you?”

“Your boyfriend.”

That gets you sitting up immediately. “Todo texted you?”

“Yeah. He was so worried about you. Even bought you porridge and green tea ice cream.”

“He had all that delivered? For me?”

“No, dummy. He’s here.”

“Todo is here?”

Sara nods with a devilish grin on her face. Then, she gets up and walks out of your bedroom. You hear her speaking to someone, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You hear heavy footsteps approaching. Todo stands in the doorway, holding a bag. “Hey.”

Him standing at the entrance of your bedroom makes you self-conscious. If you knew he was going to be here, you would have worn some cuter pajamas. Instead, you’re wearing boxer shorts and a raggedy oversized t-shirt that has been through trying times. You’re also currently braless. You pull the blanket up closer to your chest. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at dinner with Takada-Chan.”

“I was worried about you. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” He stays standing in the doorway.

“Sara told me you bought me porridge. You left your date with Takada-Chan just to buy me some soup?”

“Yeah. I guess I did.” After a few seconds of silence, he asks, “Can I come in?”

Something about him asking makes you feel at ease. Maybe he can be a gentleman after all. “Sure.”

He sits on the floor, cross legged, beside the bed. There’s a small tray you keep in arms reach by your dresser. You grab it and lay it out on your bed.

“It might not be as hot. Just let me know if you want me to heat it more.” He places the bowl on the tray and hands you a soup spoon.

This is really sweet. He’s being really sweet right now.

The porridge smells amazing. You drop the blanket slightly as you lean forward to enjoy the soup. There’s still a bit of steam that comes out when you remove the cover. It looks heavenly. After the first spoonful, you hum in satisfaction. “This tastes amazing.”

Todo smiles as he leans back onto his hands. “I’m glad you like it. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes. Sleeping and a hot compress helped. And this porridge is really hitting the spot.”

“Is it really that good?”

“Yeah! Here, try it.”

He contemplates for a few seconds before crawling on his knees to move closer to the bed. You hold out a spoonful, your other hand underneath to prevent spillage. He leans his head forward and opens his mouth as you feed him.

This feels very intimate for some reason. You see his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows. “It’s good,” he says.

You eat the rest of the porridge in silence, Todo watching you from the floor. Once you’re all done, he puts the empty bowl in the bag and reveals the cutest turtle plushie you’ve ever seen. “I also got you this. Thought you might like it. You can name it Nobu.”

This is too much. You feel like you might explode from the cuteness overload. He hands you the turtle and you squeeze it against your chest. “Thank you so much. You’re really sweet.”

He smirks, a blush creeping to his cheeks. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He leans against the side of the bed, hands tucked under his chin, eyes focused on you.

“But you skipped the dinner with Takada-Chan. Are you upset?”

“Of course not. Didn’t feel right to be there without you anyways. I want to be here with you.”

You raise a brow at him, giving him a playful smile. “Then, I guess this means we’re friends. Even though you told me we could never be friends.”

Suddenly, he gets up and kneels on the side of the bed. The mattress sinks from his weight as he leans in closer to you. “I don’t want to be friends.” He’s centimeters from your face, though he remains still, waiting for you to make the first move.

Maybe it’s the fact that he skipped a dinner with his “future wife” to bring you porridge. Or the fact that you’ve been yearning to rediscover how his lips feel against yours. Or maybe it’s because you like him. You actually like him.

You set Nobu the turtle aside, afraid for what he might be exposed to in the next few minutes.

You wrap your hands around the back of his thick neck to close the gap. The kiss is messy, sloppy, and hungry. He swirls his tongue in your mouth, desperate to taste you. The blankets covering your body are pushed away, exposing you completely to him. You hear him growl as straddles you, hands sliding down to your waist. His touch is firm, but gentle all at the same time. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as he slides underneath your shirt.

He breaks the kiss as soon as he reaches your bare chest. “You’re not wearing a bra?” He’s breathing is heavy. You smirk at him as you shake your head no.

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” he whispers in your ear, scattering wet kisses all along your neck, brushing his thumb over your peaked nipples, causing you to moan louder.

From the doorway, you hear a loud, “AHEM.”

Immediately, you unwrap your legs from around his waist. When did you even do this?!

You both distance yourself from each other and turn to face Sara with her arms crossed, glaring. Todo grabs the blanket that was tossed aside and pulls it to cover the both of you.

“Did you two just forget I was here? The door is wide open, you fucking perverts.” She walks to the end of the bed and bends over to pick something up. “And right in front of poor Nobu? You two are really despicable.”

You burst out in laughter. Todo slowly hops off the bed and sits back down on the bedroom floor, muttering a guilty, “Sorry.”

She walks back towards the door. “I’m not trying to be a cockblock or anything, but maybe you two should establish what your relationship is first. Are you rivals still? Friends? Fuck buddies? Let’s be adults about this, shall we?”

She steps out of the room, swinging the door closed. Before it shuts all the way, she yells, “I’ll be right outside if you need me!”

You bury your face in your hands, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

He chuckles. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pounced on you like that.”

“I wanted it too. I mean, I still want it.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” He leans forward to rest his head against the edge of the bed. “You should get some rest. We can talk later.”

You study his face and reach out to delicately trace his scar with your fingers. “How did you get this?”

He holds your hand against his cheek and nuzzles into your palm. “Training, when I was a kid. Is it ugly?”

You smile at him. “Not at all. It’s actually really sexy.”

“Oh yeah?” he says softly with an eyebrow raised. He gives you a naughty smirk before pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist. It sets your skin ablaze.

“Todo, maybe we should take things slow. There’s still a lot we don’t know about each other.”

With his eyes closed, he hums in response as he continues to kiss you.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, I am. We’ll take things slow. Whatever it is you want, I’ll do it. I want to know everything about you.” His lips move to the back of your hand, placing soft kisses between each of your knuckles. “I want to be with you. And not as an act.”

“I want to be with you, too.”

He looks at you with an affectionate gaze, his lips touching your skin. Your breathing staggers as the tightness in your chest intensifies with each delicate kiss.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I also got you some matcha green tea ice cream,” Todo mentions, in between kisses.

Maybe taking things slow will be a lot harder than you think.

#aoi todo #aoi todo x reader #aoi todo smut #aoi todo x you #todo aoi x reader #todo aoi smut #todo aoi #todo aoi x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #idol fan wars #jjk fanfic

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lizzieislife94x · 5 months

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The Babysitter (w.m)

Wanda maximoff x G!P reader

Legal age gap reader is just say 22

If you don't like the g!p let me know what you want to read.

Y/Ns POV:

"Oh don't worry about it miss maximoff the boys are asleep you don't have to rush home everything is fine here" I reassure the older woman "ok ill see you when you get home have fun" I laugh as I hang up to hide the pain, you see the woman who I babysit for is so fucking sexy and when she leaves lingering touches on my arm or leans a little to close for a little to long it's so hard to control my little friend downstairs I don't think she's noticed, I'm kinda bummed though because she's on a date since she lost her husband a while back she's decided to get back into the dating world, I've been her go to Babysitter since i was 19 almost 20 and she needed a little help plus it helped me save money for when I travel the world, I decide to sneak up to her room and lay in her bed just to feel a little closer to her the pillow smells like her and it brings comfort to me.

2 hours later

"Y/n hey y/n" I wake up slowly with what sounds like miss Maximoffs voice fuck I fell asleep on the couch, after a second the fear kicks in and my eyes shoot open oh fuck "miss Maximoff I'm sooo sorry I was uh looking for a pacifier for tommy I must have sat down and fell asleep I uh oh god I'm sorry" I rant while looking anywhere bar the redhead infront of me "y/n calm down its ok I get it the boys can be tirering it's OK honey" I sigh in relief and sit up getting off the bed "can I do anything before I leave ?" I ask my boss "could you help me with the laundry please it's been a rough day the guy I went on a date with total douchbag can you believe he wouldn't accept no for an answer I almost had to punch him luckily the manager came to the rescue" she let's out a deep sigh and looks at me with a sad smile

"of course miss Maximoff anything I can do to help ill gladly help" as I finish my sentence she winches in pain and I take a step towards her "miss Maximoff are you ok? what's wrong do I need to call someone" she giggles and rests her hand on my arm "you're sweet it's nothing its just I need to pump I haven't done it all day and they are extremely sore and sensitive so could you be a doll and hand me the pump please" I feel my face heat up instantly fuck I'm so dumb I fumble around grabbing the breast pump and hand it to her "I uh ill wait outside let me know when your done" I walk outside the bedroom and close the door fuck I'm such a idiot of course she had to pump so stupid y/n I giggle quietly after 5 minutes I hear a angry sounding Wanda and a thump I automatically run inside not thinking "hey are you woahhhhh" I instantly turn and trip still covering my eyes "awwh fuck that hurt are you ok miss Maximoff I heard a bang and thought something happened?" I hear her giggle and feel her eyes on me "y/n for the millionth time it's wanda and you don't have to hide it's just boobs you have them it's not like you've not seen boobs before" her giggle gets louder and I stand up and turn trying to keep my eyes on her but I won't lie I did stare at her tits they where huge and so fucking perfect

"I uh is there's anything I can do to help you miss Maximoff " she shakes her head and looks at me "unless your one of my 2 years who's awake at this time in the morning and hungry for milk then no" as the words left her mouth my not so little friend downstairs decided to wake up as I raised my eyebrow not realising my bulge was visible "wait y/n did you like the idea of drinking my milk", she says with a flirtatious tone "I uhhhh" I can't find the words to speak as she walks towards me walking around me slowly and leaning down to whisper in my ear "your little friend down there is giving you away if you want to taste mommy's milk just say so it would be a big help to my poor sore and sensitive tits" I let out a moan and nod unable to speak "words y/n words" I gulp and clear my throat "I.. I wanna taste your milk" she laughs somethings missing honey "I want to taste your milk mommy"

fuck that was strangely a turn on "come here honey"she sits on the bed and tells me to lay in her lap and I do as she says Holy fuck this is happening I see her perfect tits tight in my face and latch my lips around her nipple and start sucking waiting for the sweet taste of her milk "oh fuck oh fuck" she breaths out rubbing my face "so good honey that feels so good your doing so well" I smirk and suck harder draining the milk from her left tit as she moans above me I switch to her right nipple and start sucking till there's nothing left my cock has never been harder "that was like nothing I've ever experienced the pleasure was so intense" she confesses rubbing my cheek "if you ever need help again please please let me do that because your milk was so fucking good" I blush I stand up and turn to try and fix my solid member fuck I'm gonna bust so hard when I get home "y/n please don't try and hide from me do you think I haven't noticed all the boners you've had around me" I turn and look at her in shock fuck I thought she didn't notice "fuck" is all I can manage "why do you think I said no to the creep that took me on a date because I didn't want his cock coming anywhere near me the only cock I want is yours" Holy shit wait when did she get naked my eyes instantly travel her body as I bite my lip "fuck Wanda youre so sexy" I walk over crashing my lips against hers sliding my tounge into her mouth as she undresses me how did she get my clothes off so quick "fuck" she states looking down at my little friend standing at attention "you're fucking huge y/n" I gently push her on the bed and she spreads her legs I automatically lean down and lick a strip from her entrance to her clit taking it into my mouth and sucking harshly earning loud moans from the redhead I kitten lick her till her legs are shaking and sit up crawling over her letting my dick tease her entrance "fuck y/n just fuck me already I need you inside me I need you till fill me" she begs and I do as I'm told I slide my dick past her entrance and groan and the sensation fuck she's so fucking tight I start to thrust hard and fast looking deep into her eyes "fuck Wanda youre so fucking tight your taking my cock so well" I moan as does she and the marks my back is gonna have totally worth it though I continue fucking her tight cunt at an ungodly speed as I feel the coil building I slam a few more times as I feel my cum shooting deep inside her cunt "fuckkkk Wanda" I moan loudly as she cums at the same time I slow my thrusts to help us both ride out our orgasms as I slide out of her and she moans at the movement I lay on my back trying to breath properly "Holy fuck that was amazing " I giggle and she looks at me in shock "y/n are you still hard how the fuck is that possible " I hide my face and giggle "because my little friend likes you alot and you make it stand at attention " she bites her lip and smirks "fuck" is all she managed to say

AN: not sure how I feel about this lactating kink I've read stuff like this never wrote it tho so let me know what you think.......again just trying new stuff lmaoooooo word count almost 1.5k (update since i wrote this last year i very much do enjoy writing the lactating kink its hot, sue me lmao remember drink water and stay hydrated babes)

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luvangelbreak · 2 months

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Deprived | Eighteen

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: mentions of death, swearing, suggestive, fluff word count: 3.6k a/n: I'm aware not much happened in this part but I'm trying my hardest to keep this interesting while I'm in writer's block. IM TRYING Y'ALL I PROMISE IT ONLY GETS BETTER !!

pov: matt

I watched as her chest rose and fell delicately against my own, her hand clutching the skin of my torso as if I'd slip away at any given moment. I woke up earlier than I usually do, the light shining through the curtains blindingly. I delicately brushed her blonde hair behind her ear, smiling down at her peaceful state. I sighed, throwing my head back into the pillows behind me as I held her closer to me, not wanting to leave this calm moment.

She shifted in her sleep, humming lowly while moving her head up further to lay on my shoulder. I chewed on my lip, wondering whether or not I wanted to wake her up and bother going to school or if I should just skip the day as a whole and spend it with her.

"Matt," she mumbled and I tilted my head up, looking down at her to see her eyes were still closed, her mouth hung open as she was still in a peaceful slumber.

"Pretty girl?" I whispered, checking if she was awake but I had no response as she shifted her legs to land between mine. I smiled once again, running my hand along the soft skin of her lower back.

"Baby," she mumbled against my chest again, her voice shaking slightly before shifting against me once more. She breathed in sharply before she lifted her head off of my chest. Suddenly, her eyes blinked open and she looked around the room with a frown and I tilted my head to look at her.

"You okay?" I asked quietly, noticing her sudden tenseness and she shook her head. I returned my hand to her back, rubbing up and down her spine to ease the tension in her body, "What's wrong?"

"Nightmare," she mumbled, her voice raspy and deep from her sleep as she continued frowning, her breathing slightly heavy. She pushed herself up from my chest, sitting upright as she faced the wall to my left. As she was running her hands across her face, I placed my hand on her thigh and she jolted causing me to remove my hand again.

"Sorry," I mumbled softly, feeling bad for scaring her and she shook her head again. She ran her hands through her hair before pursing her lips and looking down at me.

"I just get jumpy after a nightmare. It's okay," she gave me a weak smile and I slowly placed my hand back on her bare thigh now that she could see my movements.

"Do you get them often?" I asked cautiously, not knowing if she wanted to talk about it and I didn't want to push her.

She nodded, looking down at her hands in her lap as she picked at her nails, "Yeah, I get them when I don't smoke. That's why I smoke like every night."

"Oh," I let my mouth fall open as I continued to study her face. She had a shameful look behind her eyes as her hands trembled slightly, "Do you wanna talk about it, pretty girl?"

"I don't know how," she said quietly, embarrassment showing through her words and I frowned, shifting so I could sit up more against the headboard.

"You can always try," I answered softly and she pursed her lips, glancing at me slightly before inhaling deeply, "Do you have the same nightmare every night?"

"No but they're all pretty similar," she explained, closing her eyes and I ran my thumb on her thigh to comfort her, "It's always someone I care about dying in one way or another. It used to always be my mom and my sister."

"Who was it now?" I asked cautiously and she pursed her lips again before opening her eyes.

"You," she answered quietly, looking over at me with a worried look in her eye and my face softened. I ran my hand up and down her thigh as she chewed on her bottom lip nervously, "I've never had a nightmare like that about anyone but my mom or sister."

"I'm sorry," I shifted up further and she sighed, leaning her head back on her shoulders.

"It's not your fault," she whispered, closing her eyes as she took another deep breath, "I just hate having them."

"Do you wanna tell me what it was about? It might help getting it out," I suggested carefully and she lifted her head, glancing at me again before she nodded. She leaned down placing her head back on my chest as she wrapped her arms around my torso again and I wrapped my arms around her back.

"It's not the same every time but this one I haven't had before. Not just because you were in it but the situation was different," she explained quietly as I continued to run my hand along her back, "We were on a cliff and you were hanging over the edge holding onto my wrist but I couldn't grab you or pull you up. I just had to watch your hand slip away from my wrist and fall."

I let out a heavy breath, imagining myself in her shoes in the nightmare and my heart broke for her as I whispered, "That sounds awful."

"I just hate those nightmares because I feel so fucking helpless," she mumbled, pulling herself closer to me and I sighed, laying my head on top of hers before I kissed her hair gently.

"It's just a nightmare, pretty girl," I answered softly and she hummed in response.

"I don't wanna go to school," she sighed, her body finally relaxing into mine as I traced my thumb along her thigh in circles.

"We don't have to go," I mumbled against her hair and she turned her head to look up at me with a deadpan face.

"I'm not making you miss classes and you have to take Nick and Chris," she stated plainly and I scrunched my nose, not thinking about that previously.

"I'll get Nate to pick them up," I shrugged, not wanting to leave her at her house alone.

"You're not missing out on school because of me," she deadpanned once again and I smiled down at her.

"I have a high enough grade," I shrugged once again and she rolled her eyes, pushing away from me behind sliding the covers off of her body and standing up.

"We're going to school. Get up," she spun around with her hands on her hips, a serious look still on her face making me giggle.

"Yes, Mom," I rolled my eyes, sliding the covers off of my body before swinging my legs out of the bed as she stood between them.

"That's mommy to you," she tapped my chin and I let my jaw drop, the unexpected comment catching me off guard before she giggled, leaning her hands on my shoulders, "Come on, that was funny."

"It was hot," I smirked up at her, causing her to roll her eyes before looking down at me again with a smile. I pursed my lips, looking up at her with doe eyes.

"We're not getting into more of your sick and twisted kinks right now. Get your ass up," she ruffled my hair, trekking across the room to where she threw her pants on the floor last night.

"Yes, mommy," I mumbled jokingly, pursing my lips to hide my shit-eating grin as she spun around in surprise. I let out a snicker before she threw a shirt at my face, covering my vision for a moment before I pulled it off of my head to see her sliding her jeans on.

"You're the worst," she mumbled, a smile on her lips as she shook her head, zipping up her jeans before turning around to look at me again. I stood up, waltzing over to her before I grabbed her belt loops, pulling her towards me.

"You're cute," I mumbled, leaning down and placing my lips on hers gently. She smiled against my mouth before she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, brushing her fingers on the nape of my neck as I shivered from her touch. I let go of her belt loops, reaching my hands around to grab her ass roughly making her gasp.

I used that as an opportunity to slide my tongue between her lips, exploring her mouth slowly as she hummed against me. I pulled her towards me further as she tangled her hands in my hair, tugging on his slightly and I felt heat travel towards my dick when she did so.

"Babe," she mumbled against my mouth before she pulled away and I subconsciously followed her head back. She giggled at my attempt to kiss her again but tugged on my hair to hold my head back lightly, "Chill out."

"Sorry," I mumbled, opening my eyes to smirk down at her as she let go of my hair, "I just really wanna kiss you."

"How about for every piece of clothing you put on you get a little kiss?" she smiled up at me and I immediately nodded my head, sliding out of my pyjama pants and boxers before slipping on a fresh pair of underwear, “You’re not gonna shower?”

“I had one last night. Now give me,” I leaned my head forward with my lips puckered and she rolled her eyes dramatically before pecking her lips against my own.

“Next,” she demanded and I followed her orders as if I were a dog in training. I slid a pair of clean blue jeans on before puckering my lips again. We continued the cycle as I put each item of clothing on and each time she rolled her eyes before sticking true to her word.

Socks, kiss. Black wife-beater, kiss. Black shirt, kiss. Grey hoodie, kiss. Shoes, kiss. Jacket, kiss.

Amongst my neediness for her affection, she had also changed out of my black hoodie into a pink crewneck I forgot I even owned. I liked watching her as I sat on the edge of my bed as she familiarised herself with my bedroom. Shuffling through my closet to find a clothing item she liked, using my spray deodorant from my desk and spraying my cologne on the crewneck without asking.

I liked seeing her make herself at home, not bothering to ask because she already knew I wouldn’t dare say no to her. She trotted over to her bag, pulling out a few items that were small cylinders.

“What’s that?” I asked, intrigued as she walked over to the mirror before grabbing a tissue and a bottle of water that barely had anything in it. She dumped the small bit of water into the tissue as she spoke.

“Eyeliner and mascara,” she explained before using the now damp tissue to wipe around her eyes as the excess makeup that was smudged.

I hopped up from the bed and waltzed over to her, standing behind her in the body-length mirror as I peered over her, “Can I see?”

“See what?” she asked before throwing the tissue in the small trash can I kept beside my desk.

“The makeup. I wanna know how you put it on,” I shrugged and she looked at me in the reflection of the mirror with a smile.

“Uh, okay. Well, the eyeliner goes on your waterline and on your eyelids. Hence the name eyeliner,” she explained, holding up the small black pencil and I nodded as I listened.

“What does it do?” I asked dumbly and she smiled at me as I moved to stand beside the mirror to look at her while she clicked off the small lid on the pencil.

“It just makes your eyes look more intense,” she shrugged, taking the pencil and running it along the space where her eyelashes met her skin. I cringed as I watched, nervous that she was so close to her eye with a pencil.

“Is that not uncomfortable?” I asked, slight worry in my tone as she blinked a few times. It was only then that I noticed a direct difference in the shape of her eyes, the one without eyeliner around it seeming slightly bigger.

“You don’t feel it once it’s on,” she explained, glancing at me briefly as I studied her actions. She quickly smudged eyeliner on the other eye before leaning back to inspect her work.

“What’s the purpose of mascara?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest as I was genuinely intrigued. She clicked the cap of the eyeliner back on before switching to what I assumed was the mascara.

“To make your eyelashes look longer,” she shrugged, pulling at the small contraption from its bottle and I frowned. The spikes on the end of the stick looked alarming.

“I can’t believe you’re putting this shit near your eyes. I'd end up making myself blind,” I raised my eyebrows and she giggled as she coated the black liquid on her eyelashes.

“I can’t believe you’re this interested in makeup,” she mumbled, focusing on the mascara she was smearing on still.

“Only because you’re doing it,” I answered honestly and she leaned back from the mirror before screwing the lid back onto the mascara bottle, “I wanna know about everything you do.”

She tilted her head to the side as she looked at me, a sweet smile covering her lips before she leaned forward. She quickly kissed my lips, not letting it linger too long probably to not entice me to keep her home again.

“How are you so sweet?” she asked quietly, leaning her forehead against my own briefly before pulling away from me.

“Ate a lot of sugar as a kid,” I joked, a half-smile on my lips as I shrugged and she let out a chortle at my attempt at humour.

“It’s all adding up,” she raised her eyebrows before spinning on her toes and walking back towards her bag. I let my eyes scan her body, watching the way her hips swung and her hair flowed down her back.

"Are you sure we can't stay here?" I whined and she laughed to herself before turning back around to give me a scolding look.

"We're going," she stated blandly making me groan before I walked over to her, pulling her to me by her wrist before I pressed my lips against hers quickly. She smiled against me, reaching her hand up behind my neck to play with the hair at the nape of my neck again.

Suddenly, there was a knock at my bedroom door and I pulled away from her reluctantly. I unlocked the door and swung it open to see my mother standing in the hall with a smile.

"Good morning," she said tiredly and I smiled back at her before giving her a side hug.

"Morning, Mom," I answered quietly before Layla appeared behind me in the doorway, giving my mom a small smile and wave.

"Are you feeling better, sweetheart?" she asked Layla and I turned around to see Layla nod gently as I pulled away from my mom.

"Definitely. Thank you for letting me stay again," she quickly answered, a small smile still on her lips.

"That's good. I'm off to work now. See you when I get home," she quickly leaned up, pressing a kiss to my cheek before waving back at us and travelling down the stairs again.

"You're mom's so cute," she smiled at me and I rolled my eyes with a smile before she leaned up to kiss my cheek.

"You're cuter," I answered with a smirk and she rolled her eyes, pushing me away from her by my shoulder.

"Shut up," she said half-heartedly and I chuckled while she picked up her bag as I followed suit.

+++

“No Mia?” Chris asked as he sat down at our usual table in the cafeteria, this time next to Allie who was sitting on the right side of Layla as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

“I haven’t seen her today,” Allie shrugged half-heartedly and my eyebrows furrowed. I could tell everyone was still tense from Mia’s actions yesterday but I didn’t want to let it bother me.

“Have you picked out a dress for prom yet?” Layla asked Allie, averting the topic away from Mia which I silently thanked her for.

“Yeah! Do you wanna see?” she asked, pulling her phone out from under her thigh on the seat. Layla nodded and Allie excitedly unlocked her phone, browsing through her Snapchat memories before she turned her phone away from Chris, "You can't look."

"What? Why not?" Chris asked, slightly offended at her actions as he crossed his arms and leaned them on the table in front of him.

"Because it's a surprise. You too, Matt," she called me out and I furrowed my eyebrows, my reaction similar to Chris's. Suddenly, Layla placed her hand over my eyes.

"Quick, show me while he's not looking," she whispered to Allie and I rolled my head back, trying to peek under her hand but she pressed it closer to my eyes, "Oh, that's really cute."

"Right? I feel like the colour will match with my hair really well," Allie responded and I could hear the excitement in her voice before Layla pulled her hand away from my face and I blinked my eyes open. Allie was now doing something else on her phone.

"Have you bought it yet?" Layla asked as Allie locked her phone, shaking her head.

"I put it on hold. I'm hopefully going today after school to buy it," Allie explained and Layla nodded, leaning her head on my shoulder lazily.

"Maybe I should go with you. I still need to find a dress," Layla stated casually and Allie's eyes widened in excitement as her eyebrows shot up.

"Does that mean you'll go with us?" Allie asked, joy radiating off of her and I smirked at her excitement before I glanced at Chris who was smiling at Allie.

"Yeah. I'll have to find a cheap dress or just make my own but I'll go," Layla shrugged and Allie squealed in excitement, clapping her hands together rapidly as she wiggled in her seat.

"Oh my god, I'm so excited. We have so much to plan. It's only like three weeks away," Allie rambled, whipping her phone out again making Layla giggle, "Do you still want a black dress?"

"Please don't tell me you changed your mind. I already got a black suit and shirt," Nate deadpanned, speaking for the first time since he sat down catching our attention and Layla chuckled.

"I still want a black dress, Nate. Calm down," she smiled at him and he let out a breath of relief, dropping his forehead to the table tiredly.

"Something like this?" Allie asked, showing her phone to Layla and Layla looked at the black sparkly dress with a nod before she tensed.

"Is there any chance we can find something like that for like a quarter of the price?" Layla asked hesitantly, her tone uneasy at the conversation involving money and I wrapped my arm around her tighter.

"I'll help you pay for it," I told her quietly and she looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I can pay for it myself," she answered shortly and I raised my eyebrows, her slightly aggressive tone catching me off guard.

"I know you can. I just wanna help if you find one that's more expensive that you really like," I explained and she furrowed her eyebrows further, pulling away from me slightly. I let my face drop as she pulled away from me, unsure of how I upset her but I didn't want to bring it up in front of everyone.

"This one is a bit cheaper and kinda the same style," Allie suggested, showing Layla another photo of a dress and Layla pursed her lips, nodding her head.

"It's okay. I'll have a look later," Layla responded to her, her tone slightly short but kept up a polite front as she tried to subtly get Allie to stop.

"We can always just look at the mall," Allie suggested and Layla nodded again, her body tense as she leaned forward to place her elbows on the table. My arm fell from her shoulders to her lower back, "You coming to the game tomorrow?"

"I have to. Can't break our spoken agreement," Layla responded, not sounding excited in the slightest.

"Spoken agreement?" Nate asked, catching everyone's attention again.

"I said if I went to his last four games then he would get another piercing with me," Layla explained and Nate raised his eyebrows, an upside-down smile appearing on his lips.

"What one?" Nick asked, half-asleep on his hand that was holding his head up.

"It's a surprise," I spoke before Layla could and Nick furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. I leaned forward, placing my elbow on the table before I placed my chin on my hand, sliding closer to Layla but she tensed when I did so. I pursed my lips, letting my arm fall from her back as I placed it on my thighs awkwardly.

"Nate," Allie said in a sing-song voice causing him to lift his head from the table, "Do you wanna take me and Layla to the mall after school?"

"Really?" he deadpanned and Allie smiled at him widely, nodding her head.

"Please," she begged, holding her hands together in front of her as Nate just stared at her.

"I can take you," I offered and Allie turned to look at me as Layla still looked ahead.

"You have to take Nick and Chris home. It will be easier if Nate does," Layla retorted, not bothering to look at me and my eyebrows furrowed at her sudden coldness. I felt my heart sink, feeling her walls being built up again and I let out a heavy breath, trying to not let it show that I was confused.

"Uh, yeah. I can drop you guys off," Nate said awkwardly, noticing the sudden tension in the group and I saw Layla's mouth curl into a half-hearted smile. I let my eyes drop to the table, wracking my brain for what could've upset her.

I knew she didn't like other people paying for things but I didn't know why my offering to help would upset her so much. I let my thoughts wander through my head as the rest of lunch passed, staring off into space as the conversation continued that I was paying no mind to. Soon enough, the bell rang and Layla exited the cafeteria without another word to me.

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sturnsgirl · 4 months

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SNOOZE

⟡ C.STURNIOLO ⟡

IN WHICH-Y/n and bf!Chris are sharing airpods while "Snooze-SZA" starts playing and chris takes a line a lil to srs.. § eventual smut §

Y/n-Pink // Chris-Orange // Song- Blue // NSFW!

Hey its madi! i was listening to to snooze nd js kinda had an idea!

⟡•STURNSGIRL •⟡

It was late at night and me, Matt, Chris, and, Nick were on our way back home from a party of a friend of Nick's.

Nick was dead asleep in the car and Matt was too drunk to drive so he was also slumped in the back with Nick which led me to have to drive.

It was 2:08 am and I was listening to SZA's "SOS" album when I saw Chris with nothing to do.

"Hey Chris, do you want my other AirPod?" I whispered so that I wouldn't wake up Matt or Nick.

"Yesss thank youu" he says taking the airpod out of its case and into his ear.

The song "Low" had just ended and "Snooze" played next. "I touch that fire for you. I do that 3, 4 times again I'd testify for you" The song plays as I lose my focus around and get lost in my thoughts.

CHRIS'S POV

I always deep think about the music Y/n listens too. Does it have a meaning? does she relate to it? Does she want something the song says?

I alwasy listen closley to the lyrics maybe so that i could bring the song to life. i listened to the song and wondered but instead of keeping it in my thought i ask her.

"Hey ma, why do you like this song?" i ask noticing i snap her out her trance in her thoughts.

"it remind me of us, or you" she says looking at me and back on the road

i nod my head and smile turning back to my side and listen to the lyrics closer.

"I don't got nobody, just with you right now Tell the truth, I look better under you" the song plays.

i look over at y/n and back. if this song reminds her of me does that mean she wants to be under me? with that i already has plans for when we got home.

Y/N'S POV

We had finally made it home about an hour later. I pull up in the driveway and unbuckle my seatbelt looking back at matt and nick then back at chris.

"I got Matt you just wake up nick. im gonna have to take care of matt and put him to bed." i say due to the fact matt is completely wasted and need to be taken care of the right way.

I get out the car while chris wakes nick up and i slowly wake matt up

"Hey Matt we are home can you stand up for me?" i say in a soft tone making sure to not be any louder which could casue him a worse headache that what he probably already has.

I grab both his hands as he sits up and slowly gets both his feet out before fully getting out. chris and nick were already in the house at this point so i had closed the car door and walked inside with matts arm around my shoulder so he could walk. I sit him down on the bench by the front door and take his shoes off as well as mine and lead him upstairs to his room

"Okay matt ill be right back. change into your pyjamas and laydown." i say leaving him in his room as i walk out to go downstairs and get things to help him.

I get downstairs to see chris leaning on the kitchen counter on his phone looking up to see me

"Hey princess" he says walking up to me as i walk into the kitchen

"Hey baby" i say as he wraps his arms around my wait looking down at me pecking my forehead before i lazily lay my head on his chest for a minute before pulling away gently.

"i need to get some things for matt can you help?" i ask going in the pantry to get some chicken soup for matt

"Yes mamas what do you need" he says

"can you grab that light blue cloth and heat it up for 3 minutes and get matt 2 bottles of water?" i ask pouring the soup into a pot over the stove

"okay sweetheart" he says grabbing the heating cloth and warming it up while getting the bottles of water and placing them on the counter waiting for the cloth to warm up.

After about 10 minutes chris had already taken up the things i needed him too like the cloth,water,advil and,pain killers. All i needed was to give the soup which was now done. I pour the soup into a bowl and grab a spoon before taking it upstairs to matt. i enter his room to see chris sitting on the edge of the bed next to him

"Okay sit up slowly matt." i tell him as he does so that way i can place the soup on his lap.

"okay eat this, then take 2 advils and finish both waters then you can go to bed." i tell him as i put his light remote next to him and tell chris to leave him be as we walk out and close the door behind us.

"You would be such a great mom mamas." chris says as we enter his room.

"really? thanks baby" i say smiling

'Hey ma remember how we were listening to music earlier in the car? and the song you said reminded you of me?" chris says sitting on the edge of the bed signallig for me to come sit on his lap.

"oh yeahh snooze by sza. why?" i ask sitting on his lap facing him.

"well because imma make one line in particullar happen." he says and with out even ebing able to say another word he flips me over under him kissing my neck up to my mouth and we start to make out. his hand roaming my body up and down lifting my crop top up and my skirt down and as soon as that i knew what line he was talking about.

he takes off his pants and his shirt and i could already see how hard he was. he wastes no time and rips my panties off throwing them somehwere in his room and rubs his fingers in between my fold slowly and softly up and down. i let out soft moans with every movement he makes which only makes me more desperate bucking my hips up with his touch.

"Chris please..just do it."

he knows what im asking for so he does exactly what i ask." he started with one finger curling it up and in and out adding a second one moving quicker and quicker with each time he pulled out.

"mmph chris" i whimper out as he moves his fingers quicker and quicker

"Ch..Chris im gonna cum please." i beg as he slows down and pulls his fingers out

"not yet ma i want you to cum on my dick." he says pulling his boxers down while i take my bra off.

"your so fucking beautiful ma." he breaths out while he palms himself right before he starts to line his tip up with my enterance and slowly enters me.

"ohh fuckkk" he huffs out moving in and out slowly

"Chris f-faster." i moan out as he starts to move quicker and quicker pumping in and out of me at an unreal pace hitting my G-spot repeadly causing me to let out the loudest moans.

"Mmh chris im gonna c-cum" i say clawing into his back

"yes ma cum. cum all over my cock like a good girl" he says as i clench around him and we both release in and on eachother with me moaning and chris letting out the hottest groans.

"ugh fuck mmph good girl." he says.

he pulls out while his liquids drip out of me he picks me up and takes me to the bathroom to clean us up.

he sits me on the counter while he turns the shower on and lets the water run.

"I love you Princess" he says softly placing a kiss on my forhead.

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starzshopoflove · 6 months

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But did he ever make you cry? (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Reader)

Notes: fem reader! sfw, literally just me projecting onto reader, best friend Soap! Pining!! Hurt/comfort! I'll make this a series if you guys like it (WC: 1.7)

(Pov first person in italics)

God when is this gonna be fucking over

I’ve been here for what? 4 hours? He just keeps going on and on and on about his ex and “How crazy she was”. When was the last time he asked me something, feels like I'm sitting here for decoration. If he wanted to talk about another girl he could have found a therapist or something, Jesus.

This might be up there in the top 10 worst dates, maybe after that freak who got up in my ear after coffee asking if I wanted to go back to his place. Am I cursed?? What is it about me and attracting these absolute losers?

Its been a while since you’ve gone out a bit rough around the edges since your last breakup. Sure the relationship wasn't that serious but it still bothered you that he left because “You weren't putting out enough” after he said it was fine that you wanted to take things slow. You got your hopes up a bit too high after this guy (absolute fuckin DWEEB) in your lecture asked if you could grab dinner together. You just wasted a solid 2 hours picking out a cute little skirt and doing your makeup checking twice to make sure you looked nothing less then too the 9’s.

And then he shows up in a baggy pair of khaki joggers and hoodie, y'know after he said “Get pretty I’ll take you somewhere nice”. Oh but of course he just “accidentally” forgot the reservations but that's fine he knows a great place nearby. The great place being a diner in the middle of a highway rest with fluorescent lights that flickered too often with a weird smell in the air.

His table manners were practically non-existent smacking his lips when he chewed, sucking on his fingers and getting ketchup on his face. That sight alone made you put down your fork that barely poked at your clearly reheat mush they insisted was a pasta dish. Oh and he wouldn’t stop fucking talking, honestly you were starting to question how it was possible he hadnt choked on his food when he spoke.

You need to get out now. Any Longer at this table and your dignity might start slipping away. He yapped on about whatever as you tuned it out, nodding your head like you cared slowly tucking your phone back into your purse and pulling it onto your shoulder. You were already drawing up a game plan in your head, bathroom, call your roommate, tell her to come get you and block his number. Perfectly full proof.

“You mind if I slip out for a moment? I gotta head to the bathroom, won't be long promise.”

You slapped on a fake smile as he shot you a nod with a sleezy grin, all your senses pulled you back into reality as you felt disgust pool in your gut at the sight of him noticing more off putting things about the longer you looked. You platforms clicked as you pattered off into the one stall bathroom, you stood up straight inside not wanting to lean on the wall when you noticed the dried piss stains and mysterious gunk smeared on it.

It was suffocating, every second of it. The smell, The lights, the noise and of course him. You felt insulted, was this really the kind of place you deserved to be taken out too? You don't get to be wined and dined every now and then do you? Even after you spend days in class or at work and heaving your bones to the campus library to study for the hundreds of tests your professors insist on giving you.

You let out a sigh of contempt digging through your purse shoving the ugly rearing head of disappointment back as you pulled out your phone. Scrolling through the contact list to find your roommates number chewing on your thumbnail as you brought your phone up to your ear letting it ring, feeling your heart pound further the longer the phone rang. You but down hard once you heard the automated message trill, a heavy sigh leaving your chest as you slumped against the wall of your stall running a hand through your hair.

What the fuck am I gonna do, I can’t stay here any longer or i’m not gonna be held responsible for whatever happens to him if he brings up how much he loves blondes again.

You swallowed your pride unlocking your phone again scrolling up your contact list hoping he wouldn’t be too mad at having to save you from this god awful excuse for a date as you eyes settled on his number

“Johnny 🧼”

You thumb pressed down on the number bringing your shakey hand back up to your ear, the pressure that was just annoying you got heavier on your chest the longer you thought about having to stay here with him. You might burst into tears if you had to stay another hour and listen to this loser describe how much he likes girls that are the exact opposite of you basically holding you hostage to listen on this “date”

The ringing stopped when a sigh on the other end of the line broke the silence

“Ello?”

You felt the pressure on your chest bubble and pop once you heard his voice, your own cracking a little as you spoke up. Yeah it was embarrassing to cry over the phone but it would be more embarrassing to sit there and finish the date with red eyes.

“Johnny,, please tell me your not busy right now”

“Can’t be busy when yer asleep”

Your voice was shaky which chilled his nerves with worry, you don’t call him at night unless it was an emergency and with the way you sounded all he could do was think the worst

“What’s wrong bonnie”

It was more of a hushed gentle voice than any annoyance you anticipated, he couldn’t see it but you were already bleary eyed and pouting over the line.

You sat down closing the toilet lid as another shakey sigh let you while the seat creaked under you. You felt you words choke up in your throat pressing heavy on your sternum. You wanted to explain yourself, tell him how horrible your date went, how you felt stupid for going out with him, and how sorry you are for bothering him at night knowing he just got back from a mission only a few days ago.

“Talk to me bonnie, can’t help if you dinnae tell me”

“Can you come get me, ‘m sorry”

Barely a whisper over the phone, Johnny was already imagining the worst when you asked him that. You could hear him shuffling around the room already pressing his phone between his shoulder and ear. In his head you were already kidnapped locked away in some cellar ready to be shipped away, when you were just sniffling and tearing up in a shitty diner bathroom.

“You ok? nbody hurtin you?”

You could hear him tugging his heavy boots on, finally letting out a breath you were suffocating to hold knowing you’d finally get out of here

“No ‘m just not having a good time please, i’ll tell you when your here.”

Johnny looked down hearing his phone ping with the location hushing your sniffling through the line as he opened up the map shutting his front door and quickly sliding into his pick up.

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The wait felt like forever, it wasn’t of course you watched the clock religiously. 8 minutes, Johnny sped across town in 8 minutes for you, probably breaking a few laws he’d wave away once he got here.

He walked into the diner seeing it empty, your date no where to be seen while he took in the atmosphere. It was disgusting, and all he could think about was how you got here and why you would ever be here heavily sighing as he paced over knocking on the bathroom door leaning slightly against the door as he waited for your response or even just a sound.

“Steamin Jesus,, lovie you in here?”

He could hear shuffling on the other side as you opened the door up looking up at him with a pouted face and flushed face trying to hold back any noise or tears not wanting to cry in front of him. His hand slowly went to the small of your back gently rubbing and guiding you away from the loo.

“What you doin out ‘ere alone bunny?”

His voice was low as he mumbled down to you softly, face screwed and eyebrows furrowed while he peered down at you spinning your head around the small dinner seeing your abandoned table and spotting a napkin with writing on it.

You moved over to the table reading the napkins silently

“Tif called, had a good time with you, sorry this didn’t work out!”

He left. He asked you out and left you abandoned in the middle of a dinner after trying to feed you shitty food. He asked you out and thought it was fine to treat you like this. This was the straw that broke your back crumpling the napkin under your hand as you pressed your palms on the table hanging your head, you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough what’s the worst some crying can do.

Johnny watching you crumble felt like a punch to his gut knocking all the air out of his lungs, He moves your hand off the napkin reading it and turning his head to you. Your hands already found your face hiding your shame as you stifled your sobs and swallowed thickly at the fat tears pouring down your face. He could be angry later when he finally got his hands on who ever hurt you

He pulled your hands off your face, wrapping you in his arms one hand on the small of your back, another petting at your hair, hushing you softly as you slid your hands up to cling at his shirt burying your face into his chest shaking and heaving as you tried not to be loud. He petted at your hair, rocking you gently holding you close tucking your head under his chin as he slowly turned back to sit down in the booth tugging you down to his lap letting you curl up in on him again letting you cry to him as he coo’d to you

“Shh poor darling girl, talk to me bonnie, breath ts ok ‘m here for ye”

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girlreblogger · 8 months

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movie nights!

conniexblackfemreader. it’s fall..

orihime (girl in the banner) photo credit goes to @/Xoxo_io on pinterest!

— fluff, chapter 1/5, 3rd pov, reader is an actual (skeptical) introvert, use of y/n (feel free to use your own name or give me suggestions for a name to use if that what you guys want for future chapters), not proof read, i hope this gives off lifetime movie, “i just read a novel and think i’m a writer too” vibes, happy eren, enjoy!

Eren, Connie and Armin were at y/n’s apartment along with Mikasa. Y/n was Mikasa’s classmate in one of their freshmen college classes last year. The teacher told them to turn to their neighbor and she was sitting right next to her. Surprisingly, mikasa took the lead in the conversation, asking her fun questions off topic from the class discussion. And just like that, they were friends.

That next year they both decided to go half on a cozy apartment near campus. Y/n slowly started to be introduced to new faces once they started living together the last 7 months. Eren and Armin who seemed to be mikasa’s closest friends, always popping up to help with groceries or take her out to hang. Though y/n piqued their interest, she would always wave mika off and keep the apartment to herself when she left with them. A true introvert.

Eventually, she warmed up to them after mikasa dragged her out to go bowling with them. That fun night immediately made them all become besties just like that. One day, Armin mistakenly mentioned the fact that they all had a very impulsive friend she had yet to meet and she was actually excited about meeting them.

Y/n sat on her white sofa in between Mikasa and Armin while Connie and Eren sat on the one across from her. She invited them all for a little movie night and thought it'd be a good idea to get to know Connie more. So far she could take into account his style: nose and ear piercings galore, a colorful green and black racer bomber with a tight white shirt underneath too. He had baggy black jeans on and some green dunks.

‘nice.’

He sat on the sofa with an arm over top, his legs stretched out and crossing each other while looking around the place. She watched from the sofa with her cold orange soda in hand and took notice of his incredibly short platinum gray hair. His eyes kept bouncing around the apartment to take it in. Even though he knew Mikasa moved in with a college friend a few months back, he never saw the place.

Soon those eyes bounced to hers and almost immediately shifted somewhere else. He had to think if eye contact was even made. His throat cleared and his long lashes batted before he briefly looked over at Eren, who was wearing a white beanie on top of his flowy hair. His body was oddly twisted to be sure not to lay on his friend’s shoulder. Eren had his feet propped up on top of the arms of the couch like he had no home training, but being best friends of the owners of the apartment; in his mind granted him that right in someway.

“So, Connie, do you wanna pick a movie? You’re new to our movie nights so you can start!” Connie looked over at the sound of her voice and sat up from his position, placing his elbows on his knees and staring at the girl dressed in a black and orange my melody pajama romper. She had her smooth thick thighs and pretty legs on display, making him subconsciously lick his lips and look up at her shiny cleavage exposed from that one undone button.

‘damn-‘

His eyes quickly swept up to her pretty brown eyes and that big grin on her face. “alright.” Connie gave her a friendly smile and watched her nod giddily. She obviously loved movie nights at the way she hopped up from her seat and went to her kitchen with Eren to grab snacks for everyone. Eren looked back in the living room before turning back and raising a childishly suspicious eyebrow. “What do you think?” Eren proposed while walking behind her to grab the candy corn from the pantry for her. “of what?”

She waited for Eren to walk somewhere else and give her space to swivel around to look at him. “of con, how you feeling about him?” She scratched her chin and grabbed a bowl and pack of popcorn off the counter. “he seems cool so far... i mean he just got here ren.” Eren nodded and leaned against the counter behind her, watching her excitedly pour the white cheddar thicky pop into a big bowl. “yeahh, but since he’s one of our friends and you’re such a good judge of character i’m just excited for you to get a good read on him so we all can be a big happy friend group.” The last was supposed to sound sarcastic but she knew he meant it. “but honestly, he’s cool i promise!”

She nodded at his words and shook her head to laugh off his assumptions. Eren was really like a big teddy bear to her so she couldn’t help but try and take his judgement seriously. “mhm. he seems chill. a little overdressed for a movie night though.” Her head turned to look at Connie but she ended up catching him eyeing her up and down. Before his eyes could even make it up to hers, she turned and folded the bag of popcorn up neatly. “We already told you he extra as hell.” Eren laughed at your sneaky remark and grabbed some candy to carry to the living room. “Alright, let’s start the movie.”

end of chapter 1.

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loveliesmoon · 11 months

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schooling!

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genres: friends to more, first kiss, kissing practice, innocent!jungkook, kissing gets a little heated, gone kinda sexual, mostly jungkook’s pov lolz

warnings: things get a little sexual, no actual smut though

this will definitely be having a part two!! (with maybeeee some soft smut?? 🤭) 💘 enjoy loves <3

“Sooo kook, have you had your first kiss yet?” I gulp, hearing Y/N’s teasing tone close to my ear. If I'm being honest, I haven’t had my first kiss yet. I’ve had girlfriends in the past, yeah, but I never got close enough to them. I haven’t been able to keep a girlfriend for more than a month or two because of Y/N. She and I have only been friends for about a year, sharing a mutual class at our university. She is the reason I haven’t had a successful relationship.

“I mean yeah, obviously. Who hasn’t..?” My false confidence faltered near the end of my sentence and my face heat up as she laughed. That laugh of “Okay sureeeee whatever you say,” made me frown. “What? You don’t believe me?” I say, clutching my chest for dramatic effect.

She continues laughing, shaking her head, “Honestly no. I could believe it with maybe Eunjoo, but both of you were way too shy to do anything. Did y’all even hold hands?” She smirked, as I grumbled something about minding her own business.

“Okay, so what if I haven’t had my first kiss? Who cares?” I retorted, purposely focusing all my attention on the notebook in front of me. Business Management. Lame. I roll my eyes, finally looking up at where she was sitting. Only to find out she was already looking at me. I felt my face flush again and I quickly look away, “Why’d you ask anyways?” I stammer, the room suddenly feeling much warmer than it did before.

“I was just wondering. Do you want your first kiss?” She spoke casually, making my breath hitch. What kind of a question is that? “W-What do you mean by that?” She shakes her head, “All I’m asking is if you’d like to have your first kiss soon. I wasn’t offering anything. Unless… you want me to school you,” Holy shit. I can’t believe this. I swear I saw her eyes flickering down to my lips. My face felt like it was on fire as I licked my lips nervously. Her stare was unwavering, burning holes through my skin. I was a candle under her gaze, slowly melting away.

“I- are you messing me with? That’s not funny Y/N, ” I uttered, my voice getting caught in my throat. Instead of quickly ruffling my hair or cackling while nearly pushing me off the bed, she instead got closer. “I’m being serious, Jungkook. I’ll teach you,” She must’ve noticed how tense I was because she backed away, acting as if nothing even happened, “Or not. No worries. I get if you’re uncomfortable or if you don’t want to lose your first kiss to me,” she stated and that alone made my heart throb. Y/N has always been a sweetheart, no matter how much she teases or jokes. Abruptly, she checks her phone and quickly gets up, collecting all her things.

“Shit, I was supposed to be home 15 minutes ago. Ji is gonna be pissed. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” she smiles before leaning close to my ear, slowly whispering, “My offer still stands, by the way. Think about it,” She winks, briskly stepping out of my room. I finally let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I was definitely going to be thinking about her offer all night.

The next morning, I heard her car honking outside my dorm room as I finished getting ready. I barely got any sleep, her offer keeping me distracted. I’ve always been attracted to her. She’s sweet, outgoing while still being laidback, super smart and not to mention how pretty she is. Everything about her is basically perfect. From how her hair sits, how her eyes brighten when she’s excited, how her arms feel wrapped around me when we cuddle (It’s nothing like that, I swear). And that’s where my failed relationships come into play.

According to all my exes, I never shut up about her. Apparently, I give her too much of my time. I remember my last ex, Eunjoo, breaking up with me after a really nice date. We spent the whole day together, and I guess I talked about Y/N the whole time. “Y/N would love this restaurant!” or “I remember when Y/N and I came to this movie theater,” and even “Y/N and I were at this park just last week!”

The guilt ate me live. I didn't mean to bring her up in every conversation; she just happened to be easy to mention. I remember profusely apologizing, but letting ourselves go separate ways. Y/N was instantly there to comfort me, and it made me feel even guiltier. I would've rather Y/N comfort me 24/7 as I sulked about being dumped rather than actually trying to fix my relationship with Eunjoo. I get it, I'm an asshole.

My ringtone pierced through the silence of my dorm room, and I knew exactly who was calling. I rolled my eyes playfully at Y/N’s impatientness. “I'll be down in 3 minutes, take a breather,” I chuckled, hearing her sigh loudly on the other end of the line, “You have three minutes. Get your ass down here before I leave you here,” and just like that, the call ended. I sigh and make my way to her car.

After our classes, we met up at our normal spot outside of the business hall. Her classes were usually shorter than mine, so she always waited there for me. Today, she was talking with Namjoon. They share the same major so they’re constantly together, studying and doing homework together. What if she’s going to hangout with him today? She promised that she’d see me today. I was gonna bring up her offer from last night.

“Hey Kook! You ready to go?” She smiled, putting all her attention on me. Just as it’s supposed to be. I smiled back before greeting Namjoon, “Hey, hyung,” turning to Y/N again, “Yeah I’m ready. Your place?” I say, grabbing her hand. I respect Namjoon immensely. He’s incredibly intelligent and extremely kind, but this was my time with Y/N. She nodded, saying her goodbyes, making time for another study session.

When we finally got to her place, I got nervous again. She flopped onto the couch, turning on the TV for some background noise. She opens her arms, an offer I would never pass up. I lay on her chest, and melt into her warmth. I was surrounded by her. Her scent especially. It surrounded me in a cozy, comforting embrace that made me feel at home. One of her arms wrap around my shoulder, the other one lazily reaching up to play with my hair. My eyes flutter shut, her nails gently scraping my scalp in a comforting manner. I feel myself get heavy, when my eyes shot open after her words from last night repeated in my head for the millionth time today.

“My offer still stands, by the way.”

The way her words softly left her mouth, her lip even brushing against the cuff of my ear. The memory replayed every second of the day. No matter how many times it came back to me, it still made my whole body hot. Just the mere thought of it now made my get shivers up my spine. She definitely noticed as she hummed out a soft, “You okay, Koo?” still playing with my hair.

I bit my lip. As confident as I wanted to be, I didn’t want this whole thing to be a big joke. I’d never be able to show my face again. I breathed out a quick yeah, but she could tell something was on my mind. “What’s going on? You hesitated,” I sighed, sitting up out of her embrace. She was frowning and I looked down, messing with the hem of her shirt.

“I- um… last night when you-“ She cut me off, instantly apologizing, “Oh Koo, I’m sorry. I genuinely wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. I just thought I would offer. I’m so sorry,” However, when I shifted closer to her, she stopped. Her legs were partly spread as to make room for me when I sat up, and I took that opportunity to press close into her. Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to speak again. This time it was my turn to cut her off, “I want to take you up on your offer.”

“This is exciting! Okay, let’s see… We’ll start with little kisses. Simple. Sound good?” She said, a lot more enthusiastic than I thought she would be. She was now sitting up with me, a couple inches apart on the sofa. My face and neck were burning. I nodded, letting her take the lead.

“Okay here… We need to sit closer. Do you mind if I sit a little between your legs?” My eyes widened and I nodded, parting them for her. The growing tension from yesterday was slowly building again. She gently rested her hand on my knee as she started talking, “I really don’t have to explain this one much. It’s like kissing someone on the cheek, but you’re kissing their mouth. Like this,” I try to prepare for the kiss quickly and I adjusted my mouth, fluttering my eyes shut. The kiss was soft and quick, but it set my face ablaze. I just had my first kiss with my favorite person ever! I wanted more, I needed more.

“So, how was it? Do you wanna try again?” She smiled and I nodded quickly. She planted another gentle kiss on my lips. This time it felt more natural, like a genuine kiss rather than a test run. She shifted closer to me, continuing the kiss by softly moving her lips against mine. My eyes flew opened, but immediately shut when I felt her warm hand holding my face. I tried to match the way her lips were moving against mine. I didn’t know what to do with my hands as they awkwardly sat on her knees. As if reading my mind, she guided my hands onto her waist. The kiss continued for a bit longer before she finally pulled away, face slightly red.

“Now that was an actual kiss. You’re actually pretty good, Koo. You’re a fast learner which makes my life easier. All you have to worry about for that one is matching the speed and tone of the kiss. You don’t want to be going too fast or too slow, and you definitely don’t want to be too aggressive or not aggressive enough. It’s easy to tell what someone wants when you’re kissing them though,” Her rambling was adorable. I smiled, not listening to half of what she was talking about. “I wanna try again…” I mumble softly.

SECOND PERSON POV

As the pair continue gently moving their mouths together, you climb into Jungkook’s lap, straddling him on the couch. Jungkook grabs your waist, pulling you towards him. Your head tilts and he follows suit, going the opposite way. This effectively deepens the kiss and you daringly flick your tongue against Jungkook’s bottom lip. He gasps, giving you full access to his mouth. You slowly slip your tongue into his mouth and he lets out a whine. Worried, you immediately pull away, checking in on the inexperienced boy. But before you can say anything, he pulls you into him and kisses you once more. Your eyes shut and you adjust to his speed which was needier and quicker than before. You run your hands up his chest to his shoulders while his hold on your waist moves down to grip your hips. Jungkook’s aggressive hold made you moan into the kiss, the sound immediately making his body hot.

The growing tension between the two was growing rapidly, like a fire that no one could contain. All Jungkook could focus on was how your hips were pressing into his and how delicious you sounded as the kiss got deeper. It made his mind blank, his whole body feeling light and fuzzy. Out of nowhere, he flips you into your back and he presses himself into you. The two of you moan in unison, as you start reaching to take his shirt off. All that could be heard was lip smacking, panting, and the symphony of moans you were creating. You finally get his shirt off his body. You pull away from the kiss as you hear your roommates loud foot steps stomping up the stairs. Frantic, you yank Jungkook up and snatch his shirt from off the ground. You sprint into your bedroom and close the door, just as Ji-ah unlocks and steps into the front door. She calls out for you, seeing your car parked in your designated spot outside your dorm. However, you can’t call back to her because Jungkook has you pushed against your bedroom door, fervently making out with you. Your eyebrows are screwed up in pleasure as his hands roam from your waist, to your hips, and even squeezing your ass. This makes you moan into the kiss, clutching onto Jungkook’s bare shoulders desperately.

Your roommate finally bangs on your door, and the two of you finally part. Instinctively, Jungkook throws on his shirt and runs to the bed, grabbing a pillow. You turn to him, puzzled when he finally throws another one your way. A pillow fight. You both looked a mess. Messy hair, red faces, out of breath. What better way to cover up a heated make out session with a fake pillow fight. As you open the door, pillow tightly grasped, he throws his pillow at you. It hits you in the back and you run from the door, attacking him with your pillow.

Ji-ah sighs, “Seriously, you guys? You weren’t answering me because of a pillow fight? I thought you were dead,” Before shaking her head, chuckling. “You are some children. Grow up!” She shouts playfully as she closes the door behind her. You glare at him as he laughs, shrugging, “I didn’t want us to get caught,”

You sigh, kissing him once more. You sigh, laying in bed with him. This session was definitely not over.

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hanniejji · 1 year

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afterglow ft. mikage reo

[ sloppily written because I haven't written shit for almost a year and obviously no proofreading lmao who does that nowadays | 581 words | brainrot ]

afterglow!reo but he's not in taylor swift's pov.

afterglow!reo who knows you so well that the moment the words "let's break up" comes out your mouth, he calmly replies says "no."

"why?"

"because you don't mean that," he turns to you with a knowing smile, holding your tear stained cheeks in his hands, unknowingly along with your heart too, and rubbing your noses together, "you don't want to break up. i know you. i know you love me just as much as i love you. so i'm not letting you go. we're not breaking up."

afterglow!reo who then looks into your eyes, wipping the onslaught of tears with the pads of his thumb and whispers.

"look me in the eyes and tell me again."

"im sorry," you whimper his name, your breath hitching with every inhale and exhale. you can't possibly resist those eyes, those determined eyes that's filled with faith in you, faith in the love between the two of you. faith in your love that he knows you have for him. and it's enough to make you forget everything that made your head spin from overthinking, from all the words and eyes pointed at you every time you stand next to him outside of the comfort of your home.

"i love you," your lips brushes against his as you speak, "i don't want to lose you."

afterglow!reo who couldn't help himself from holding you a little tighter against his chest. who whispers sweet nothings in your ears as his warmth slowly lulls you to sleep, kissing your eyelids.

afterglow!reo who releases a breath he didn't knew he was holding, finally feeling himself crumble after holding onto you tightly. he curls into a ball around you in an effort to reassure himself that you're still in his arms.

afterglow!reo who was freaking out from the beginning, holding himself upright for the both of you, because if he doesn't, then nothing would. he knows you really don't want to break up, he knows why you suddenly get moments like earlier, but it never fails to scare him. he'll never get used to it, he's so thankful that you were too distracted to notice how his pulse quickens, his eyes begging you to prove him right, tell him that he's right to trust you this much despite the fears at the back of his head.

afterglow!reo who looks down at your slumped figure in his arms and decides that you belong there and nowhere else. he'd be damned if he lets anything take you away from him, even if it's your own insecurities.

afterglow!reo who's strong enough to fight your fears for you, who will wage war against your own insecurities just to keep you right here. reo will battle both of yours and his insecurity.

afterglow!reo who snaps out of his train of thoughts when your arms circles around his torso, murmurs of his name escaping your lips that's lifted in a sleepy smile. his eyes glistens, finally able to breathe properly, because he knows you.

he knows you love him, knows that you're fighting to keep this too. knows that no matter how many times you stumble in the darkness in your head, all he needs to do is call out your name and you'd come back to the light just with the sound of his voice.

so no, reo won't lose to any battle. and he certainly won't lose you.

#blue lock #bllk #mikage reo #reo mikage #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #reo x reader #bllk reo #reo x y/n #mikage x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x reader

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 10 months

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Spencer Reid x semi verbal Autistic teen reader

Request from Ao3

Request: Could you also do a request of a semi verbal autistic/adhd teen with Spencer? They are smart and like talking to Spencer about their special interests? I don't mind how they are related, but it would be really nice.

Summary: The team arw on a case and Spencer needs to get some information from a teen but doesn't know how to start it so he starts talking to the teen about his special interests

Third person pov...

The team were currently out on a case it was a messy one, a family had been murdered both the parents and the younger siblings, the only person left was the eldest child, Y/N L/N.

When the police arrived after being called by the neighbours, they found the teen knelt next to the bodied of his family rocking back and forth in a trance, he was holding something in his hands which was a toy dinosaur covered in blodd, it was his younger brothers favourite toy and one of Y/Ns special interests.

Y/N is autistic and semi-verbal (Semi-Verbal is a term used to describe people who are between full-verbal and non-verbal Semi verbal is still having some access to verbal speech but being restricted in some way.) So it was difficult for the officers to get him out of the house and to the police station.

Since they found him kneeling in the blood of his family Y/N hasn't spoken a word to anyone, the teen was currently sat in an empty office in the police station.

The teen was pacing around the room still holding onto the dinosaur, when the officers tried to take the Dinosaur off him as it was covered in his baby brothers blood the teen freaked out and had a meltdown so they didn't take it off him.

A couple of hours later the FBI arrived to profile the Unsub and to also see the witness, Hotch saw the teen body language, from the file he already knew the teen was autistic.

Based on those facts he picked the perfect person from his team to go and ask the teen some questions and that person was their own resident genius Spencer Reid.

Spencer eyed the teen with curiosity. He knew that getting the information he need was going to be a challenge and that he needed to think outside of the box.

As he watched the teen from outside the room, he noticed that he seemed to be fiddling with something in his hands and looked like he had an affinity for it.

Spencer took a breath and stepped through the door, he watches as thw teen stops his pacing but doesn't make an eye contact.

Spencer steps closer to the teen but not to close he knows how much he likes his personal space, the Dr then asks his question "Hey, what is that you're holding?"

The teen looked up at him for a moment, confusion evident on his face. He was semi-verbal, Spencer knew, and being Autistic made communication even more difficult.

Spencer felt for the boy, knowing how hard it must be for him to communicate. He decided to try a different tack, gesturing to the object the teen was holding and stating, "I'm interested in what you have there; can you tell me more about it?"

At this, a smile slowly spread across the boy's face and he eagerly started to talk about the dinosaur he was hanging on to.

He spoke quickly, but Spencer was able to piece together the story behind the toy dinosaur.

Not only did Spencer get the information he was looking for, but he also learned more about the teen's special interests.

He realized that having an understanding and compassionate ear could go a long way with someone who struggled with communication.

"He's my brother favourite dinosaur, Alfie always let me hold him knowing thay he comforts me" says the teen not realising how much he had spoken in such little time.

Spencer was nodding along with everything he was saying which gave the teen courage to keep talking. "Thank you for telling me about him" says Spencer.

"Actually I have another question, if you don't mind" Says Spencer, Y/N goes quiet and looks down at the dinosaur clutched in his hand, the teen nods his head ans Spencer takes that as a yes.

Spencer watches how the teens body language changes, he goes back to the quiet traumatised teen from before. "I was hoping you could tell me about the person who killed your family?" He asked knowing it was a delicate subject.

Y/N swallows and clutches the dinosaur tightly so tight he almost made himself bleed, the teen Continues to look at the dinosaur before speaking.

"It was supposed to be a calm night, mum and dad where late getting home, so I was babysitting Alfie. We were playing Dinosaurs in the living room, I was busy telling Alfie all about the Dinosaurs before someone knocks at the doors, we didn't answer because it wasny mum or dad" Says thr quiet teen a tremble in his voice.

The fidgets with the Dinosaur in his hands before continuing, Spencer wasn't planning to rush him into it. "Then it went quiet, we went back to playing and then the door was unlocked, mum and dad were home, I remember Alfie running out of the room to greet them, I stayed behind and waited"

Y/N paused to take a deep breath, the next part still scared him as he remembers everything that happened to his family. "Then I heard someone behind me, i thought it was Alfie but I was wrong, when I turned around it saw a intruder, it wasn't mum or dad, but a man he was tall and very angry, he grabbed me abs held a knife to my throat, I remember being dragged outside and into the kit hen were my family were."

Spencer watches as Y/N sniffs and whines his eyes quickly hands shaking. "He theb told them to do as he says or he would kill me, Alfie was scares he started crying, the man then took all of us to the living room, then he killed them all, not me I don't knke why he left me alive, I wish he didn't" Y/N finishes his story with a sob as he falls to the floor.

The teen the begins to rock back and forth trying desperately to comfort himself and stop crying but nothing worked. Spencer quietly slips out of the room and back to his team to tell them what he know about the Unsub.

Hours later the team successfully find the Unsub as he was targeting another family similar to the L/Ns, when they arrive back at the station Spencer is ambushed by Y/N hugging him.

The teen was crying as he thanked the Dr fir finding the perosn responsible for killing his family, Spencer hugged the young boy back just as tight.

Before the team left for Virginia Y/N surprised Spencer by giving him the dinosaur he was holding, when he was asked why he said "because you found the killer responsible, my brother is abke to be put to rest now he has been avenged" he said this made Spencer tear up he took the toy and kept it safe.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes as usual, also so sorry for not updating for a while.

Request are open!

Word count: 1280

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