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ellecdc · 1 month

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Mother, im sitting here at 4am, eating mini easter eggs and ive had tge most brilliant idea!! (Inspired by @inkdrinkerworld 's fic)

Okay so, poly!moonwater and readers been having trouble sleeping due to tensions/problems with her pureblood family. As a result shes been taking more naps, but they arent restful. So reader were napping in Rems bed (the dungeons were too cold) but after a fitful 30 minutes she gets up groggy, sleep deprived and beyond frustrated. She stumbles her way down to the common room, pin point Sirius lounging across the couch and promptly throws herself down to cuddle with him and continue her nap. Everyone (minus Siri) is shook. Jamie even asks if she got the wrong person because Reggie was sitting over there (in which he got a one eyed death glare before she burrowed into Siris chest and passed out).

Now, what everybody else didnt know was that Siri had more or less adopted reader as his own (she remined him so much of Reggie, being her big brother was 2nd nature). And while Barty was her person, he was a little too crazy to be comforting in this situation ("y/n, i'll get rid of them for you. Its not hard to do so" "Barty, no."). And of course Siri nows how bad their kind of familys are so he'd been taking care of reader on the down low as an older brother would.

Bonus if Reggie then decides that looks warm and fuzzy and wants Siri cuddles too so he joins ( it took him so long to get to a point where he could let himself be vunerable enough to openly allow Siri to take care of him 😭)

aweeee poor reader. this ended up being way more serious than I thought it would be? like it's not funny at all, there's no humour (which feels odd to me, usually I can throw some jokes or banter in there) but plenty of hurt comfort???.......idk, I can't tell if this is any good, it feels very different from my usual pieces

poly!moonwater x fem!reader whose family sucks (but it's very Sirius-centric)

CW: mentions of insomnia, mentions of abusive families, making fun of only children (sorry), hurt/comfort

You were miserable to say the least; you couldn’t remember when the last time you had a restful sleep was, and nothing you did seemed to help.

The closer it got to the Winter Holidays, the more your mind seemed to spiral. Every time you began to relax, your heart pounded as if you’d accidentally leaned too far back in your chair, reminding you of your upcoming visit home. Every time you closed your eyes, you were bombarded with images of angry faces and violent curses being shot at you.

The Slytherin dungeons were too cold, and every time you found your way into Regulus’ dorm, Barty insisted on butting in, and though you appreciated his support, you couldn’t handle his threats promises to burn down your home with your parents in it.

Remus and Regulus both suggested you perhaps talk to Madame Pomfrey about getting some dreamless sleep or sleeping draught, but you were too embarrassed to admit to your two overprotective boyfriends that you’ve used them so frequently during your life for this very reason that they had lost all efficacy.

It had gotten to the point that you managed to get the most sleep in the library bent over the table with your face on your book whilst Remus and Regulus did their work (and sometimes yours), and that honestly left you feeling more painfully tired than you had been before your nap.

So, you were nearly falling asleep at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall over your chicken and roast potatoes when Remus gently nudged you and suggested you go lie down for a bit and you wanted to weep into your potatoes which was only slightly less embarrassing than sleeping in them, causing him and Regulus to bring you up to Gryffindor tower.

You’d kicked them both out of the Marauders’ dorm room after some time – Remus for snoring and Regulus because the sound of him turning the pages of his book was distracting you. He promised to stop reading, but then he breathed too loudly and you started crying.

You were overtired, emotional, and running on fumes.

You’d counted puffskeins, you’d had a warm glass of milk, you’d taken off articles of clothing and reconfigured your outfit numerous times (which was currently Remus’ jumper and no pants), and you’d tried every position imaginable to no avail.

You think you might have perhaps gotten five minutes of sleep before you woke up with a start, a barely repressed scream grating through your teeth.

Feeling disturbingly weepy and no less groggy from your horrid sleep, you pulled on a pair of your sweatpants and grabbed the throw blanket from the end Remus’ bed before trudging down the stairs to the common room.

“You should have seen the look on Filch’s face- oh! Hi Y/N!” James called as you made your way over to the three-seater and stood over the black-haired boy currently occupying it.

“Oh, Trouble.” He cooed sympathetically at you before kicking his feet out, laying back, and opening his arms for you to join him. You quickly climbed on top of him, and he tucked you in between the back of the sofa and his side, bending your knee so that your thigh rested on top of his, and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

You let out a shaky sigh and felt the first few tears fall from your eyes and onto Sirius’ chest.

“Uhm...” James said loudly, looking over to both Regulus and Remus cuddled in a large plush chair from his place on the loveseat with Lily like ‘are you seeing this right now?’. “I think you’ve got the wrong wizard there, L/N.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“No, she’s quite alright.” Sirius gritted back at him, looking far more severe than James thought the situation called for as he rubbed his hand consolingly up and down your arm.

James looked to your boyfriends, his face clearly asking all the questions that his mouth wasn’t.

“He helps, sometimes.” Regulus admitted, not looking particularly happy that you chose his brother over him, but not nearly as murderous as James figured he might look if he’d found Lily snuggled up like that with some other bloke. And it appeared as though the look of heartbreak on Remus’ face was caused more by your current sorry state and less about your current cuddle partner.

“But...your brother?” James asked, still befuddled over this development. “Doesn’t she usually go to Junior for things like this?”

Sirius scoffed. “Junior’s solution to almost anything is fire or murder.”

“Or both.” You whimpered quietly, causing Sirius to tighten his arm around you and bring his other hand up to continue stroking your arm.

“Besides, Barty’s an only child.” Regulus said flippantly.

“What’s that got to do with it?” James asked, slightly offended at the insinuation that anything may be wrong with him on account of his only child-ness.

Regulus’ irritable demeanor over Sirius usurping you was quickly replaced by a cocky smirk at getting under James’ skin.

“Let me ask you this, Potter: last summer when Lily returned your letters unopened and called you an arrogant toerag after saying she’d rather date the giant squid, whose arms did you cry into?”

“He didn’t cry.” Lily laughed at the same time as James answered “Sirius’” without any hesitation.

“What?” Lily asked, looking slightly horrified that she may have actually hurt James’ feelings.

“Oh, all the time, every time, actually.” James said readily.

“He got snot on so many of my favourite band-tee’s, Red. As a matter of fact, I expect retribution.” Sirius commented.

“And why do you think you cried into Sirius’ arms?” Regulus continued.

“Well...because he’s my best mate.” James said simply.

“You may think that’s the reason, but you’re wrong. It’s because Sirius is an older brother.”

James scoffed at that. “Please, that has nothing to do with it!”

“Have you ever cried in Remus’ arms?”

“No, but-”

“Pettigrew’s?”

James grimaced but answered honestly. “No.”

“No. Because they’re not older brothers.” Regulus said definitively.

“That actually makes sense...” Lily mused aloud.

“You say that like you’re surprised, Evans. I know you’re not used to good idea’s coming out of men’s mouths, but I do assure you it happens more frequently than you might imagine.” Regulus taunted, earning him a pillow being hurled at his head.

Much to James’ chagrin, his seeker reflexes caught the pillow before it made impact with his face.

“Tosser.” James grumbled.

“Would you guys shut up.” Sirius whispered, causing everyone to look over at you.

Regulus couldn’t even find it in him to be miffed when he saw you sleeping what looked to be quite peacefully in Sirius’ arms. Your eyes were slightly swollen from your tears, and he could see the tracks they had left on your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose, but you looked so content.

“So... all big brothers know how to do that?” James asked incredulously.

“I doubt it.” Sirius commented quietly.

“Only ones who know what it’s like to live in a Pureblood hellscape and needed to share his bed with his younger brother who was too scared to sleep on his own for years.” Regulus added quietly, staring unseeingly towards you and Sirius. Remus pulled Regulus tighter into his side and began rubbing his arm consolingly.

Suddenly, things started to make a little more sense to James.

“I’ll write to mum.” James stated, causing both brothers, Lily, and Remus to look at him bemusedly.

“About what?” Remus asked finally.

“Y/N staying with us.” James said simply.

Regulus opened his mouth ready to argue; to argue that James didn’t have to and that he already took in both Sirius and Regulus. James didn’t owe Regulus anything.

But Sirius spoke first.

“She should be with her big brother, Reggie.” Sirius said, shooting him an encouraging smile and wink.

And seeing how your breathing had fallen even with your mouth slightly ajar as you clutched to the fabric of Sirius’ jumper like it was a lifeline, who was Regulus to argue?

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thereticx · 2 months

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♰Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

♰Warnings: toxicity(all characters), smoking, drinking, sexual content, cheating, home wrecking, infidelity

♰Author's Note: Geto is such a beautiful character and I desperately wanted to write about him since I have read every fic possible.

“What would your poor wife think if she saw you fucking with me?”

“You mean ex wife”

“Whatever”

He didn't remember when the chase first started. It might've been on the celebration of his fourth year as a married man or maybe–at your father's monthly dinner with family friends.

There, he first noticed the daggers his dear wife shot at you. She tried to play it cool, saying that you're only there for the show and that you're too young to understand any of the talks at the table.

Geto reassured her like always, with a kiss and a good fuck right after. He chanted over and over again ‘you’re the only one’-a truth that'll soon turn into a good for nothing lie.

“It's just in your head”

“No it's not. She's staring at you whenever we’re over at their house. I don't like her. She's bad news”

Geto chuckled, stroking her jaw with his fingers. He gently kissed her lips before lowering his hand to squeeze her naked thigh “Do you hear yourself?She's like twenty. No need to worry over a college girl”. His wife smiled, almost relieved. She wanted to believe her husband, but something deep down told her no to–that that college girl wanted what's hers–you wanted him,Geto.

The man tucked his bangs away from his face and bowed down, sucking at the delicate skin of her neck.

”Fuck,he is hot” One of your friends pointed out, zooming over the picture you just showed her. Her manicured nails danced over the screen carefully, analyzing every detail the picture showed.

”Yes, he is. Although his wife is kind of a bitch” Mumbling under your breath you continued playing with your lighter ”Why?”

You huffed, searching into your bag for something that might cool you off. The pack was almost empty even though you bought it in the morning ”Want one?” She smirked, making herself more comfortable on the kitchen counter ”Sure. Now, tell me. What is this wife of his like?”

Taking a drag of the cigarette you responded ”Insecure. She keeps watching my every move when they're over for dinner. And whenever I speak she just starts snorting” Venting to your friend about your problems wasn't exactly on your to do list. Only when your father called you asking you to make yourself busy and not attend dinner tonight, you freaked out.

”She told your father?For what?Can't she just talk to you like a normal person?”

”Apparently not. She just made my dad uninvite me to a dinner hosted by my own family” The call was a short one, your dad explaining that maybe it'll be for the best if you make yourself busy and skip this time. However, he accidentally slipped out and mentioned that Mrs. Geto did not feel comfortable around you.

”Damn. Maybe you should give her something to be really uncomfortable about”

Blowing the smoke out you put out the cigarette in the ashtray ”Maybe I should"

She was furious. Seeing you in a corner with her husband, chatting some nonsense.

”Your tattoos really suit you” He smiled at the compliment, taking another sip of his drink. Geto wasn't much of a talker, preferring the idea of just listening. Surprisingly enough, he liked talking to you. You were a good company, despite his wifes words. Perhaps you spend a little too long staring at his lips, trying to play it cool like it was nothing. However, he found himself staring at your exposed chest as well. The dress was awfully tight and maybe a little too revealing.

”What?You don't have any?” Geto asked, supporting his weight on the side of the counter.

Shaking your head you pursued ”No no, I do. Only in more private places”

”Oh”

”Unfortunately I can't show you. Your wife is already up my trail for some reason. I don't want to add fuel to the fire”

Geto bit the inside of his cheek, feeling ashamed for some reason. He fidgeted with his now empty glass without looking at you ”I don't blame her. Her husband is quite charming” You admitted while grabbing your jacket ”If you'll excuse me, I'm going for a smoke. The place is already too crowded for my liking”

Geto scanned your body as you left, the fabric of the black dress riding up as you stepped away from the room. Blinking rapidly, he moved his attention to the table where his wife was, she, sporting a look of pure anger and jealousy. He was fucked.

”Yeah-right there….” His hips buckled up faster, fucking into his wife cunt at a brutal pace.

She yelled his ear off in the car and in the lift, talking nonstop about you shamelessly flirting with him. And, to avoid another cold night on the couch he did what he always did.

”Ffuck-” He groaned, chasing the euphoric sense of release for the third time that night. Geto was tired, yet desperate to make his wife happy again. He wanted to prove himself as loyal and caring, the perfect husband who loves no one else but the one underneath him.

She clinged to his bicep, her walls squeezing him painfully. She was close, he could tell ”Give it to me” He demanded, circling his thumb over her clit, her body surrendering under the massive amount of pleasure.

When she came undone, Geto pulled out, his dick still painfully hard. Something was wrong. For the first time in years he used his hand to get rid of the erection between his legs. The water was hot, the windows becoming foggy as Geto jerked himself off. His eyes were closed, a figure coming to his mind. A figure much younger than him, a woman of twenty years of age, one that he imagined kissing, moaning his name, shaking while he held her.

You wished nothing more than the feeling of guilt to disappear. Two weeks after that conversation you had with Geto, the world seemed to shift around you. Punishing you for going after a married man. You only wanted to spite his wife, nothing more. Yes, you found Geto attractive as hell but that ring he wore put a label on him as unavailable.

Two weeks after that damned conversation, you ran onto him a few times. It was only just innocent talking and a little bit of lingering sights. You two laughed, getting along surprisingly well. Geto understood you like no other. He was patient, listening to you for hours, while the ashtray filled up with cigarettes.

He desperately wanted to taste the nicotine off your tongue and rip your clothes to see where you were inked.

”Maybe you should go. Your wife is probably going mad you're not home already”. Truth be told, you didn't want him to go. His presence started to grow on you.

Geto pressed his lips together, the ring on his bottom lip making itself noticeable to you “How can I only see your lip piercing now?”

“I have had it since I was about your age, although my wife is not very fond of it. Says it's past my time”

You chuckled softly. Was his wife blind? He looked perfect. With long black hair, gorgeous dark eyes and those lips with that piercing. Geto was utterly dreamy “She's wrong. It suits you. You look…hot”

Now it was his turn to laugh. He ran his hand through his hair, silky strands falling on his broad shoulders. Geto felt a strange sense of warmth, more like a desire–that's how he knew it was time to leave.

He quickly got in the car, sparring you no glance as he drove off. Was it wrong to openly admit that he was attractive? Was that the reason why he ran away? Next time you'd think twice before doing something like that again.

You cleaned up after you two and entered the house. No one was there beside you. The rooms were all dark, a pregnant silence engulfing the whole place. This way you liked it better-when it was just you with your thoughts, no one to question you or distract you.

No, your family was by no means a source of annoyance-you just grew to love being all by yourself or..used to.

I should apologize

And that's what you did as soon as you saw him again.

After a rough and tiring day of classes and assignments you decided to treat yourself and go shopping. Who knows?You might be lucky.

Seeing Geto walk around the shop, almost lost, made you sympathetic, so you approached him with a smile. He was looking at some dresses, inspecting them carefully ”What's the occasion?”

He licked his bottom lip and said ”On Sunday we're having a party. It's my wife's birthday . I wanna treat her with something”.

For some unknown reason, your heart became heavy. You hated how much he cared about her. How he was always trying to make her happy and accomplished. It's honestly a pity how she treated him till this very moment.

That bitch doesn't deserve him

”I have some kind of experience in this department. I can help you if you want”

”Thank you”

Two hours later and you were still shopping, only at a different store. You showed him some good examples, dresses that were sexy and yet simple. If it were you–the more the better.

”What about this one?” You showed him a long dress with a slit and the perfect cleavage cut. It was a darker shade of red, almost a wine color–a seductive one.

He scanned the piece for a moment before touching the material ”I think this is it. Will it fit her?”

”I can try it on if you don't mind. We are quite similar in size….I think” You were hopeful that he'll agree. It's only a dress after all. You weren't trying to impress him–no. Definitely not.

Geto looked hesitant but still, he really wanted the dress to fit. This could help ”Yeah.Sure.Ill wait on the couch”

You were excited, entering the changing room as fast as you could.

”So, what do you think?” You asked, sitting there, in front of him. He looked up from his phone and his eyes fixated on your pretty figure. The dress was almost like a second skin, resting on your body effortlessly. Geto didn't even realize he was staring at you before you pointed it out ”Geto, what's the verdict?”

The man stood up and got closer to you, closer than usual ”You are beautiful–I mean it's beautiful..Yeah”

His words made you blush ”Actually it's kinda tight here–”You gestured to your chest ”But I don't think it will be a problem for her” Geto nodded before taking his wallet out.

”It was a pain to zip it up. Can you help me?” You batted your eyelashes innocently at him, taking his hand in yours. He bit the inside of his cheek and allowed to be dragged into the dressing room by you.

Staring in the mirror, you felt his fingers unzip the dress with no effort, his fingers lingering on your back a bit more ”You think you're smart. Don't you?” He smirked, grabbing you by the waist and pinning you against his chest ”Finding this lame excuse only to be undressed by me. Desperate girl” Geto kissed your shoulder, dragging the fabric further down with no warning.

Your chest was exposed, along with a small piece of ink under your left breast ”And that's one..” He whispered, folding your tits, while he dropped the dress to the floor.

You saw him lower his hand, tracing your belly, to your pelvis where the second tattoo was revealed and then pressed on your clothed core.

You sucked in a breath when Geto dragged your panties down until they rested around your thighs ”I don't want to hear a sound from you or you're not getting dicked down”

He sank three of his fingers in your cunt, the stretch making your legs quiver. The ache was painful as he didn't have the patience to prep you before. Geto started to finger you rapidly, pushing your body towards the mirror, your breasts getting mushed. You tried to control your moans, truly but something about the way he moved his digits made you lose your mind. A broken moan escaped your lips and as soon as it did, Geto pulled out ”What did I tell you? Gues you'll have to cum by yourself”

”B-but you can't leave me like this. Im sorry-”

He exhaled before getting down on his knees ”Spread your legs”

God…he was disgusting

What a beautiful sight that was….with you on his bed–in the same bed he shared countless nights with his wife. How is he gonna fix this?

You shifted on the bed, your face hiding in the pillow. Geto, no matter how much guilt stabbed at his conscience, he couldn't resist but to place his cold lips on your naked back, breathing for a short second the scent of the woman who now was all he thought about.

”Its cold”

Geto smiled, kissing your shoulder and playing with your hair ”Hmmm..” He sneaked his arm around your waist, holding you close to his chest. The butterflies in his chest made him uneasy. Geto had no intention to screw around with you, definitely not to catch feelings for you either. But it happened.

”She's gonna be home in an hour. I think it's best if you go” His words struck you directly in the heart. Although you were aware of the place you found yourself having sex and with who–you still dreamed of a possibility that it was you who bore his last name, not her. Yet, you were the intruder, the homewrecker, the bitch, the whore who chose to destroy a happy marriage and to fuck the husband of another woman.

Geto's wet kiss on your jaw brought you back from dreamland ”C'mon. I'll help you”

You pulled away from him and got up ”No need. I can handle it”

”Don't get mad. What do you want me to do?”

”For starters, you could stop treating me like a simple hook up that you just send home after” You argued, angrily putting back your clothes. He stayed there, stunned, contemplating what to say next.

He grabbed you by the hips and glued his lips to your tattoo ”You are not a hookup. I'm sorry if that came out wrong. But she can't catch us like this. She's still my wife”

Tears started to gather in your waterline, avoiding his touch you put on your jacket and grabbed your phone ”She is your wife…Yeah right. And what am I exactly?To you?!”

”My love”

”Well, it doesn't feel like it”

Three weeks and you still avoided him. No text, no calls, nothing. The fight you had with Geto left you with no choice but to reflect on your relationship–if you can call it that.

Six months of sneaking around, of lies, and hot showers where you would aggressively rub at your skin until red painful marks would be visible. You needed to be cleansed of your sin and you needed closure.

The water had long got cold in the tub. The wine bottle was almost empty as you poured another glass. Your eyes were puffy and your skin had wrinkled.

A mess..that's what you were. A mess you created

The number was already dialed, you only had to press the call button.

”Take it like a good girl” He groaned, pinning her down.

His wife held onto him for dear life as he fucked his dick into her cunt relentlessly . She knew something was bothering him but the way he expressed this anger did not annoy her at all. She enjoyed it.

”Baby baby–faster please” She moaned, meeting his harsh thrusts. Geto manhandled her as he pleased. Smashing her face in the pillow–the same one you last rested.

His hair tickled his hip bones as the black strands got longer and longer ”Fucking greedy–” The heat was unbearable, his orgasm approaching. Geto emptied himself inside his wife, allowing himself a few until he calmed down.

She felt him pull out, his cum dripping down her thighs. She turned around to face him, her belly barely noticeable ”What's bothering you?”

”Nothing” He stroked her cheek ”It's nothing”.

”You sure?” She pressed on.

Geto let out a fake laugh, his fingers grazing her tummy ”Hope I didn't disturb the little one”

She reached up for him, settling on his lap, locking her lips with his in a wet kiss ”You were quite rough–I love it”

As they kept on kissing, swirling their tongues together her phone rang ”Don't pull away”

She smirked before leaning back to get her phone ”I'll cut them short”

”Yes?”

The world went dull, quiet. The wine was spilled on the bathroom floor, mixing with the bubbled water.

Your head was thrown back, your eyes closed, smiling to yourself as you listened to the screams on the other side.

What a beautiful mess you created.

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facioleeknow · 2 months

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Risky gift ° Lee Minho+Bang Chan

You decide to misbehave and your boyfriends have to punish you to teach you a lesson ;)

Wc: 1245 Genre: smut 18+ ONLY, college AU

Tw: professor's assistants chan and minho, oral, deepthroathing, voyeurism, cum eating, masturbation, hard dom minho, soft dom chan, name calling, spitting

Part of my valentine's day collab!

Minho’s lips were hot on yours. His kisses were hungry, he wanted to consume you whole, he wanted to take you down and then build you back up. His hands raked your body feverishly. He was always like that, impatient and harsh while your other lover was the complete opposite, slow and sweet.

“Minho, we’re in the middle of the hallway, we can’t do this here,” you whispered to him, afraid that somebody might catch you. Minho just sighed and parted from you, his heat leaving your body.

“Let’s go,” his tone was harsh, feigning annoyance but his grasp on your wrist was gentle. You knew better than to think he was actually annoyed, he knew that making out in the middle of the hallway during class hours was risky and he would never expose you to that; sure he might’ve teased you about it but only to rile you up, nothing more nothing less.

Minho led you through the hallways of your college with purpose, he knew where he could go to avoid being disturbed. His study was his sacred place and something that came with being a PA. His hand twisted the knob and then closed the door roughly, without sparing a glance to the other guy in the room.

“Hey, baby,” Chan greeted you with a sweet smile and swiftly got up to plant a gentle kiss on your temple.

“Hey Channie,” you shivered at his touch. Your arousal was starting to coat the inner part of your thighs, going paintieless might’ve been a bad idea. Minho scoffed at the interaction.

“You don’t deserve that treatment, whore.”

“What did she do this time,” Chan sighed at the younger boy, his hands rubbing your back in soothing circles. Channie was always sweet.

“Show him, slut, get on the desk and spread your legs,” Minho’s tone was harsh and youo looked at Chan for comfort.

“Go on,” he gently reassured you. Your lower lip wobbled and you pouted at the treatment one of the boys reserved for you, but the wetness in between your legs told a whole other story.

You slowly sat on the desk and brought your legs to your chest. Normally every command would’ve been met with a swift reaction from you but you already misbehaved that day so why not go all out.

“I don’t have all day,” Minho’s aura was menacing, you knew he didn’t like misbehaving.

“Baby, do as Minho says, okay?” Chan’s tone was gentle as usual.

With your hands planted behind you for support, you slowly opened your legs to expose your glistening bare cunt, your skirt pooled at your hips. Chan sharply hissed at the sighed, his big warm hand landed delicately on your calf.

“No panties, baby?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He liked when you were daring.

“It’s your valentine’s day present,” you felt hot and excited as the two boys eyed you like you were dessert.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” he looked at the other boy with a raised brow. At the same time his hand moved from your calf to your knee, his thumb circled your smooth skin.

“Was spreading your legs during class and showing me your pussy in front of everyone also a part of the present?” he stepped dangerously close to you and gripped forcefully your other knee, a stark contrast compared to Chan, “ did you forget that this is only ours to look at?”

Minho landed a harsh slap on your outer thigh and you whimpered.

“Is that true, baby?” Chan’s demeanor had changed but he was definitely less scary than Minho.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry baby, but this time I can’t defend you,” he let go of your knee and took a seat at his usual armchair, “punish her how you see fit, I’ll watch this time,” he talked to the other boy in the room.

Minho shot one of the most fiery and intimidating looks you had ever seen on him. His hand lifted and came in contact with your pussy delicately. His index and middle finger swiped slowly through your fold and played with your wetness. A small whimper escaped you, your eyes closed in an attempt to savor the small pleasure he was giving you. A harsh slap landed on your cunt.

“Get down and on your knees, slut.” He clearly wasn’t asking you and you struggled to get down from the desk without crumpling all of the documents on it.

Minho looked even more breathtaking when you were on your knees, you had never found an angle from which he looked ugly. Your boyfriend fumbled with his zipper and then took out his hard cock. Your mouth watered.

“Do you know what to do to stop?”

“Three taps on your right thigh,” you nodded. His hand carded through your hair. What seemed a sweet gesture quickly changed when he fisted your hair and pulled your hair.

“Mouth open.”

He gathered the saliva in his mouth and harshly spat out. His warm spit slowly trickled down your tongue. A moan slipped your lips at his harsh actions, but you didn’t have time to beg for more because Minho shoved his dick in your mouth. You whined.

He felt heavy on your tongue, his taste intoxicating. The tip of his thick cock pressed at the back of your throat, your teary eyes on Minho.

“You should see her right now, hyung, she looks just like the whore she is,” he spoke to the other guy in the room calmly, like his dick wasn’t down your throat.

“Oh I can see her don’t worry,” Chan’s voice sounded strained.

“Eyes on him whore while I fuck your mouth or you don’t get to cum for a week.”

You looked at Chan. The sight in front of you made you whine and clench in need; your other boyfriend had his pants and underwear shoved down and slowly fisted his cock. As soon as you made eye contact with Chan, Minho began to fuck your throat, setting a brutal pace. You did your best to help send him over the edge and tightened your throat around his big cock. A moan escaped Minho’s lips, his facade slipping for a second.

Chan on the other hand was still leisurely stroking his cock, he clearly had no intention of cumming so quickly but he was enjoying the view. You raked your eyes over his body, he looked like an ancient adonis. He was spectacular.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Can you make him cum?” asked Chan, his hand picked up the pace slightly. You hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending sparks up and down Minho’s cock. Your tongue started swiping the underside of his cock slowly.

“You’re good at this slut,” Minho grunted, his head thrown back and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. You moaned again, pleased with his reaction.

“God, I’m gonna cum, be good and swallow it all.”

Minho pushed his dick to the very back of your throat, your nose brushed his pelvis. Hot ropes shot down your throat while Minho moaned and pulled your hair tighter in his fist. Your hands made contact with his thigh to help you stand up.

“Stop.” You froze at the command.

“Stay like this and keep my cock in your mouth for the rest of the day, if you want to act like a whore then you should be treated like one.”

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nevadancitizen · 1 month

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-> RETIRED TRANSMASC GHOST

synopsis: a drabble about retired transmasc ghost and him discussing his top surgery plans with you.

word count: ~750

characters: transmasc! simon, gn! reader

trigger warnings: discussion of surgery, needles/testosterone injection, simon having breasts and top dysphoria

notes: wrote this because i'm six months on testosterone as of last friday 🎉🎉!!!!! (also note that this is not fetishization: i am a pre-op transmasc man)

simon’s lucky to have small enough breasts that they virtually disappeared when he enlisted. the drills and training were so harsh on his body that they looked more like pecs than breasts, so the feeling that he needed top surgery went away for the time being.

but now, he’s nearing fifty, retired, still “in shape,” but not anywhere near where he was when he was part of the task force. his breasts are a bit more noticeable now, enough where he’d do a double-take in the mirror if he wasn’t wearing a binder or tape. the familiar feeling of top dysphoria came creeping back, as sniveling and pathetic as it is. (not that he felt pathetic for feeling it – he just felt as if it was a benign tumor that he’d be much happier without.)

you and simon had tackled this as a team, as you always did. you both did research about types of top surgeries, doctors, hospitals, recovery, the like. you had reassured him when you noticed any amount of hesitancy, (mostly about him being “too old” or not qualifying for surgery), calling him your “big man” and holding him tenderly, soothing your hand over the softness of his belly.

you took care of him in soft ways like that. you made sure he was comfortable, laying him down as you wiped an alcohol swab over his belly. your hands were careful as you pinched the fat of his stomach and injected his testosterone shot, soothing the injection site with a bandage and a kiss.

“i can do that myself, y’know,” simon grumbles, but he does nothing to stop you.

“i know,” you say softly. you rub a thumb over the bandage, pushing down on it gently to calm any lingering pain – though usually, there was none. “just practicing taking care of you for when you’re recovering.”

“you take care of me just fine, lovie.” simon takes the syringe from your hands and caps the needle before putting it on the bedside table. then, he pulls you down so that you’re laying on his bare chest. he was shirtless and binderless – a true man in his true form.

you hum and move so that your cheek is pressing against his chest, your hand resting on his sternum. you breathe in deeply, taking in the scent of the musk between his breasts. it was a heady and intoxicating smell, just like simon.

you trace the scars on his sternum – acne scars from when he first started testosterone. “hm… i’m gonna miss this,” you mumble.

simon’s hand comes up and pets the back of your head, messing with your hair. “miss what?”

“this,” you say. “resting on your chest. hearing your heartbeat.”

simon huffs out a laugh. “the recovery is only two months.”

“two months too long,” you whine, then press a kiss to his chest, right over the darkest, dipping acne scar. “how am i gonna kiss you like this when you have all those bandages on you?”

“you’re just gonna have to wait,” simon chides, but you can hear a smile in his voice.

you sigh dramatically and nod. “you’re right. and i know it’s for the best. i’m just gonna miss loving on you like this, okay? even if it’s just for two months.”

simon just hums softly in response. his hand continues to play with your hair, combing the strands with his fingers.

“mh… you gonna miss my chest?” he asks.

“i don’t think so,” you say. “it’s your choice, really. i’ll support you through everything, you know that.” you glance up at him with a teasing smile. “and i’ll finally get you to rest while you’re recovering instead of you busting your ass every day.”

simon rolls his eyes, but there’s still a smile on his scarred lips. “yeah, yeah. you sound like you’re looking forward to it, lovie.”

“maybe i am.” you bury your face in his chest again, pressing another kiss to his scarred skin.

“don’t expect me to stay down for long,” simon says.

“i won’t,” you mumble.

simon presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand drifting down to rub one of your shoulders. “i know.”

you sigh softly as you relax into his touch. you know it’ll be like this, now and forever. even after simon’s surgery and recovery, he’ll cradle you to his chest and exchange kiss for kiss like he is now, loving and soft and sweet.

he’ll always be your boy. your lovely boy.

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watchingovergvff · 1 year

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Kill You To Try- Jake Kiszka

Summary: Will you and Jake ever be able to see eye to eye? Being pining idiots and hating each others guts don’t mix. Let’s find out the hard way then.

Genre: Childhood best friends- enemies- lovers. Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Jake is an asshole. Jealousy and Drinking.

A/N: This is my second favorite thing i’ve ever written. I apologize for my lack of Jake fics, considering I stay in Jake lane 24/7. I’ve been working on this for a couple of weeks and it’s not perfect by any means. I love to hear feedback so please let me know or if you want a part two to this also!! Thank you for all your patience and support<3333

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Jake has never been jealous of Josh’s relationship with you, well that was until he saw the two of you dancing. Something about the way Josh’s hands caressed the small of your back, made his chest ache in resentment.

That’s where his dislike for you starts. Well, maybe not dislike but irritation at least.

Jake has known you since the 5th grade. You used to run around the playground, picking flowers for each and every one of your classmates. Jake had fallen and scratched up his knee, sniffles sounding out. Feeling a gentle tap on his shoulder, he turns around to find you smiling down at him.

“Are you okay?” you peer down at him.

“My knee hurts.”

Handing him the prettiest flower out of your bouquet, “Here this should make you feel better.” Jake admires your toothless grin from below, already feeling much better. It didn’t take much longer after that for him to decide to keep you around.

Jake and Josh were a package deal so being best friends with Josh was inevitable. Growing up, you always found that Josh matched your energy to-a-tee. He was your best friend, the one that always knew how to make you laugh. But, Jake was different. Jake felt like your home, your safe place.

That was until he started acting like an asshole out of nowhere. One day you were fine, the next day you weren’t.

It hurt like hell. There’s truly no way to describe losing your better half, other than heartbreak. Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so bad, if you weren’t utterly in love with him.

As the years go by, Jake continues his relentless cycle of torture. The snide comments or blatant disrespect, never compared to the pain of him ignoring you. Josh was dumbfounded at Jake’s behavior toward you. He could have sworn Jake was in love with you, but it’s not the first time Jake has surprised him. Josh was tired of constantly calling Jake out on his shit. He understood if Jake just didn’t get along with you anymore, but the disrespect was uncalled for.

Over time, you got used to Jake’s nasty behavior and decided to not let it bother you. If he was going to act like a child then so be it, you would be the mature one.

The boy’s music career had shot up since high school, which meant less time spent together and more time touring the world. Saying your goodbyes was hard, but was inevitable. In the meantime, your life would live on in Michigan, while theirs roamed the world.

Life caught up with all of you, which meant less phone calls and no time for visits. Josh kept his promise when he said he would call once a week. He loved giving you every detail of tour since you couldn’t be there. You had been with them since before they even decided to be a band, so not having you around was weird for all of them, even Jake.

After being away for a year, the tour has finally come to an end. Sam being Sam decides to throw a coming home party, mourning the end of tour but celebrating their return.

Being Josh’s right-hand man comes with its perks, so when you get the invitation to their “exclusive” party, you can’t turn the opportunity down.

Would it be weird to say that you hit a second puberty over the past year? Probably, yes. But, you were being truthful. All those years begging and pleading your body to catch up with your maturing mind, payed off it seems. You finally felt good in your own shoes. So, when the hot guy from the local coffee shop asks for your number, who are you to say no.

Having had plans for a date the night of the party, you suggest that the two of you attend a good friend’s party. Surprisingly, he agrees to go with you, let’s just hope he’s used to crazy.

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“Josh will you please shut the fuck up? I don’t want to hear her name again, please,” Jake groans out.

Whipping his head in Jake’s direction Josh says, “She’s my best friend. I’m allowed to be excited to see her Jake.”

Jake gives his best effort to not roll his eyes, but fails.

“It’s not like you have to talk to her. I’m sure she isn’t thrilled to see you either, after how shitty you’ve been,” Josh mumbles, leaving the room.

Huffing like a child, Jake does his best to calm his nerves. He is not prepared whatsoever to see you after all this time.

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Jake already knew it would be hard to see you, but seeing you with some guy makes his façade shatter completely. Pre-gaming seems to have been a bust, because he has never felt soberer in his life.

“Sunshine!” Josh’s bright smile distracts you from scanning the crowd any longer, silently searching for his other half.

After Josh has gotten his fill of hugs and kisses from you, he makes quick work of introducing himself to your date.

Josh’s love for first impressions allows you to quickly excuse yourself, wanting to find a drink strong enough to get through the night.

Scanning the crowd, you see him. Sitting in a secluded corner of the room, slowly sipping on his drink.

Realizing his eyes had been on you since stepping in the doorway, you allow yourself one quick glance in his direction. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of actively looking for him, you walk the opposite direction, silently hoping he’ll follow you.

Is Jake an asshole to you? Yes.

Does he deserve even a second of your time? Hell no.

But, there’s still a part of you that longs for the Jake you once knew so well. It’s foolish to believe that after all this time he has changed, but you can’t help but wish for it.

Fixing a drink, you smile at people in passing or attempt to make small talk.

Feeling him before you see him, his presence looms over you like no other.

Jake sits onto the countertop next to you, plucking the cherry out of your drink. Grinning wickedly at you, he sucks the cherry into his mouth.

If you hadn’t been so focused on his cherry stained lips, you would have slapped the audacity right out of him.

“See something you like, sunshine?”

“Fuck off Jake,” you glare up at him.

“Don’t be like that, where’s my welcome home hug?” he pouts.

“Assholes don’t get welcome home hugs. They get a foot up their ass instead. Would you like me to demonstrate?”

He chuckles.

Jumping off the counter, he says, “It’s good to see you to, Sunshine.”

Watching him saunter off to his dark corner, you exhale, trying to regain your footing. Jake has always had a way of making your head feel all fuzzy, no matter what bullshit he was spewing.

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Sam had made the executive decision to start a bonfire later into the night.

The party had dwindled down to very few people at this point.

Your date had decided to head home early because he had work the following morning. The both of you had agreed to see each other again soon. He seemed extremely nice, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t work out due to your complicated past resurfacing.

But, you were in desperate need of a distraction sadly.

Which left you snuggled under Josh’s arm, sharing childhood stories around the fire. Very clique, but it happened every time you all got together and had a few drinks.

Jake’s eyes haven’t left your figure since you walked in the door. The moment in the kitchen with you replaying in his mind over and over again. He could have sworn you looked at him, like he’s always looked at you.

Hanging on to every word that comes out of your mouth, Jake yearns for your affection.

Over the years, Jake has had love interests that weaved in and out of his life. He’d never been in love with any of them, but unconsciously found parts of you in them.

Deflecting his feelings for you by pretending to dislike you is better than being rejected by the one person he loves most, at least that’s what he tells himself.

He longs to hold you close like Josh.

Was his fear of rejection worth losing his best friend?

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Weeks have passed since the night of the party. Danny had graciously taken you home that night, promising to have a lunch date soon.

Remember the guy you brought with you to said party, you know, the one you agreed to see again?

Well, the time has come to meet up again. The both of you agree to get drinks at a local bar in town. Your excited to go out actually. He’s a cute guy who seems to have a genuine interest in you. Plus, he could be the solution to your irritating Jake problem. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten all dolled up anyway, so this is a great excuse.

Finally feeling satisfied with how you look, you head out the door. Don’t get it twisted, you’re not dressing for him. Putting on a pretty outfit and delicate makeup is all for you, mostly because it’s fun.

High school is rough for everyone. Puberty, delayed growth spurts, acne, braces, and social standards never complimented each other. Having struggled with each and every aspect of an awkward stage during high school.

Feeling beautiful is hard when everyone around is trying to be anyone but themselves. So, you could say high school was rough for you.

You never thought of yourself as beautiful or magnificent. Mostly putting yourself into the dull category, because there was truly nothing special about you.

But, Jake always had a way of proving you wrong.

Jake watched you grow from a gentle and kind young lady, into a breath-taking woman.

Having always thought you were beautiful in every stage of life, Jake truly wouldn’t know where to start.

_____

The bar was lit up with string lights, softly playing music.

Lucky for you, the bar was just a block over from your house, so you were able to walk over. Hoping that your date went well enough for you to hitch a ride home with him.

You arrived on time, perching yourself atop the nearest bar stool. He had messaged you saying he was running behind, but he shouldn’t be too long. So, you had decided to wait at the bar for him.

____

Hours have passed and your still sat atop a barstool, downing your sixth drink of the night. You came to the conclusion about two hours ago, that he was indeed not coming after all.

“Ma’am, do you have a ride home? We’re closing up shop here, so you’re going to have to leave soon,” the older bartender asks you.

“Yeah, yeah sorry. Let me call a friend of mine really quick,” you fumble around, looking for your phone.

Securing your phone in your hand, you go to call Josh. He wouldn’t mind coming to get you.

“Hello?”

“Hey Josh, I know its late but I need a ride home. I’m at the bar down the street, but I’ve had too much to drink to walk home in the dark. Can you please come get me?” anxiously fidgeting in your seat.

“I’ll be there in five. Stay right there,” he hangs up abruptly.

He did not sound happy whatsoever. Making Josh mad was not on your to do list today.

It’s just kind of weird. Josh never minds picking you up, he actually insists its him you call. He’s probably having a rough day, don’t over think it.

It hadn’t even been five minutes when you heard your name being called behind you.

Except that voice was definitely not Josh’s.

Out of all people you could have accidentally called, it had to be him. Your night couldn’t get any worse.

Spinning around on your chair, you sigh, waiting for him to provoke you.

He looks at you worriedly, almost like you would shatter any second now.

You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“What? What did I do now?” Jake questions, conscious of your every move.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

You glare at him.

“Like I’m some fucking lost puppy.”

“Don’t give me a reason to,” he bites back.

Running your hands across your face, you realize just how tired you were. “Jake, I can’t do this with you right now. I’ve had a shitty day. Can you please just take me home?”

He reluctantly nods, heading out the door with you in tow.

The two of you climb into his car and begin your silent ride home.

Jake’s never seen you like this. He’s used to you being angry especially at him. Granite, he does love to get you riled up.

But, his favorite is when your happy. When you smile so big, that it throws him back to the day he met you, with your big toothless grin shining down on him.

His sunshine now turning into rain.

So, he respects the silence for once in his life, letting you have your moment. Watching the tears gather in your eyes, brings along a feeling he’s not familiar with.

Rage.

Gripping the steering wheel, he feels steam run off of him, allowing his knuckles to turn white.

It’s one thing for him to tease and mock you, but another for some asshole to think he can and get away with it.

Jake wants now more than anything to be Josh for you. To make you smile and laugh. He can’t bare to see you like this any longer.

“Do you want to play some music? I’ll even let you choose,” he speaks softly, almost like he doesn’t want to run you off.

You peer up at him in confusion. Where the hell did Jake go?

Shifting anxiously under your gaze, Jake mumbles a quick never mind.

It’s been years since the two of you have had a civil conversation, so this feels unnatural.

“Do you remember when Sam had a crush on you?” doing his best to break the ice.

You snort.

His heart flutters seeing you laugh at something he said for once.

“Do I? The kid followed me around for weeks asking me all kinds of weird questions. It took you telling him that I had cooties because of you to back off,” you laugh out.

Sam was never a smooth talker, that’s for sure.

Jake laughs.

You watch in awe, begging for him to never stop laughing again.

Eventually, Jake pulls into your driveway. The two of you sit in silence for a moment, just wanting to bask in the normalcy for once.

You pull the door open, stepping out of the car. Turning around, you give him a tight-lipped smile.

“Thanks Jake, for everything,” looking anywhere but at him.

“No need to thank me, I’d do it again. If you really wanted to thank me, you could tell me where that guy lives so I can kick his ass,” he smiles up at you, only slightly kidding.

Laughing you wave goodbye, praying that he doesn’t see how flustered you were.

Once you’ve made it inside, Jake sits in the driveway, contemplating everything that happened tonight.

On the way home, Jake realizes he regrets not apologizing for everything he’s said that he truly didn’t mean.

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Days pass and Jake hasn’t heard a peep from or about you. Josh claims that your trying to heal from getting your heartbroken, but Jake has a feeling something else is wrong.

He is terrified that he may have done something to hurt or upset you once again. He is sick and tired of being the one that hurts you.

So, Jake makes the impulsive decision to go see you. Josh protests saying “Jake is the last person you would want to see right now”. In authentic Jake fashion, he doesn’t give a flying fuck.

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The drive to your house was torture. Jake didn’t know what the right thing to say would be or what he should do.

Thinking back to simpler times, he remembers the time he saw you the summer of 9th grade.

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That summer was a weird one for all of you.

Jake and Josh finally went through a growth spurt and started filling into their teenage bodies.

They hadn’t seen you all summer because your family sent you to summer camp.

Jake had come home one day, looking for Josh. He heard Josh’s voice float down the hallway from the garage. Making his way in that direction, he heard a second voice. Recognizing that sweet voice anywhere, Jake strides down the hall in search of you.

Once in the garage, he froze in his tracks. It was definitely you, but different. Jake remembers your straggly hair and your scraped knees. He remembers a little girl, his best friend.

You were no longer a little girl, you were a young woman.

You had bloomed into a stunning flower. Jake felt breathless.

But, after all you were still you. Jake was still Jake.

Best friends forever, but maybe it had always been more than that.

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Jake and Josh hauled you everywhere. Every show they played you were there.

Believing in their success was never difficult for you. The moment you heard them play together, you knew everything would change.

When the boys played their first big show, you had tagged along not wanting to miss a second of it. Their set had finally come to an end that night. Trotting off the stage, Jake immediately went looking for you. He’d kept an eye on you throughout the show, always feeling better with you close by.

Feeling a hand grip his wrist, he spins around in search of the culprit.

Wrapping him into a bear hug, you squeeze him tight.

Pulling away from you he notices tears in your eyes.

“What’s wrong? Was the show that bad?”

You slap at his chest.

“No, you idiot. These are happy tears. I’m just so proud of you guys. Thank you for letting me be here,” you smile up at him.

“Thank you for wanting to be here. I couldn’t have done it without you,” he remarks.

Arriving at your house, he stumbles up to your porch and forces himself to knock on your door. After what seems to be the longest two minutes of his life, you answer the door.

You clearly just woke up from a nap, your hair a wild mess. Of course, Jake thinks its adorable.

Obviously, your taken aback as to why Jake would be standing on your front porch. You begin to question him, but he stops you.

“Can I come in? We need to talk,” he says, barely looking you in the eye.

“Yeah sure, sure,” you say, stepping aside.

Looking around, Jake realizes he’s never been inside your house before. Your windows are wide open, welcoming the sunlight in. Music playing softly from your record player. Books littered all over the room. It feels like home, yet so unfamiliar.

Clearing your throat, you see him jump, clearly on edge.

Once the two of you have gotten comfortable on your sofa, you realize she how quiet it is. Giving him a small smile, in hopes to provide some sort of comfort due to his jitteriness. He melts at the sight of your kind gesture.

“Are you feeling better” he asks.

Chuckling nervously, you reply, “Way better than the last time you saw me. Thank you for that by the way. I meant to text you afterwards, but I was just too tired.”

“You don’t have to thank me, I wanted to.”

You stare at him blankly.

“You wanted to save me from one of the most embarrassing nights of my life?”

“No no no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just like helping you or being the one you call.”

Giving him an exasperated sigh, you sink deeper into your chair.

“Jake, why are you here?”

He sighs, remembering the real reason he came after all. “I don’t even know where to start. I just wanted to apologize, for everything. You never deserved how I treated you. You’ve always been such an enigma to me. I couldn’t ever figure out why you were so kind to me, even after I pushed you away.”

“Then why did you push me away Jake? When all I’ve ever wanted was to be close to you.”

“I felt like I had to. You and Josh had gotten so close. I was selfish and got jealous. I’ve had to share everything with Josh my whole life. The one thing I never ever wanted to share was you. At the time, I felt like you had finally made your decision and it was Josh that you chose. It hurt too much to see the both of you together, so I made myself distance from you. A few years after I came to my senses and realized I was being selfish making you choose between the both of us, I wanted to make things right. I bought flowers and wrote out my whole apology speech, just to get to your front door and cower away. I felt like there would be no way you would forgive with such a lame ass excuse at that point. I had already dug deep enough. So, I made myself learn how to hate you, even though that’s the farthest thing from the truth. I--- I’m just so sorry Y/n. I never want to hurt you again. Being the one you called that night at the bar made me realize just how much I missed you. I miss talking to you, laughing with you, and sitting with you. I miss everything. I want to make it right, no matter what it takes. You deserve it, you always have.”

Hiding his face within his hands, in order to keep some composure, he hears a sniffle. Quickly looking up, Jake comes face to face with your tearful smile.

Tears poor down your face, while grinning ear to ear.

Reaching over, Jake gently wipes your tears away. You reach up and cup his shaky hands, holding them against your face.

“You’re such a dumbass.”

The both of you die out with chocked up laughter.

“You should have just told me Jake. I’ve always loved you both and I always will. But, my love for you is different, it always has been. You’re my best friend. Josh is my brother, the one that shields me. I had a sneaking suspicion that may have been what triggered your behavior, but I was too pissed to talk about it with you. Your right, I didn’t deserve the treatment you gave me, but I saw right through that bullshit. You forget that I watched you grow up. You’ve always been my sweetheart, the friend that would go above and beyond for you. I never truly believed you hated me, I just wanted to give you time to figure yourself out, no matter how long it took. I forgive you Jake. I think I forgave you a long time ago, but was always too prideful to admit it to myself.”

Grinning at each other, Jake pulls you into a tight hug. Being this close to one another after years of pining, felt like a dream.

Finally, you pull away realizing just how close the two of you were. Feeling Jake’s breath gently against your skin, you glance down at his lips. Jake’s breathing all together stops.

Quickly, your mind comes to its senses and the both of you awkwardly pull away.

Scratching the back of his neck, Jake says, “I guess I should head back to the studio now. Josh is going to kill me if I’m late again.”

“Oh yeah, of course. I know how cranky he can get,” you laugh off. Leading him out your front door, you turn to walk back inside.

“Y/n,” Jake calls out.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

You smile so wide, your bottom lip shakes.

Waving him off, you head back inside. Laying against the door, your head feels fuzzy from just his smile.

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Five minutes later, Jake finds himself pulling right back into your driveway. He marches right out of his car, straight up to your porch once again. In a tizzy, he begins banging on your door.

Rushing to see what the ruckus is about, you swing open your door.

“Miss me already?” you chuckle out.

“Marry me.”

“What?”

The both of you stand there looking at each other, daring the other to speak up.

“I’m sorry that’s not what I meant to say, I was trying to tell you-

You tug him by his collar, kissing him softly.

Eventually, the two of you pull away trying to catch your breath. Resting his head against yours, you both smile.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” you whisper out.

Jake chuckles in disbelieve. “No way, I’ve been dreaming of that since 7th grade.”

He takes your hand in his, squeezing so tight in hopes to convey his love for you. Immediately understanding, you bring your hand up to gently stroke his hair.

“Well, we could keep standing out here looking at one another, or we can go inside and kiss some more,” you say.

Jake hastily responses, “Inside please.”

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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!!!!

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babyhatesreality · 7 months

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I'm sick rn :( and just in pain 😭 so maybe thier baby is sick when they are on a Mission while she is by uncle tony and how would he handle it when she just cries for her daddies her daddies come back when she's asleep and comfort her after she wakes up

Oh man. I can FEEL Steve and Bucky's heartbreak just thinking about this...I hope you feel better soon darling!! Lots of water and rest. Sending you comforting hugs and healing vibes <3

They'd been gone a week with Natasha and Clint, working to bring in rogue Hydra agents, when they got a call from Tony.

You all got to Facetime every night, so at first they just thought it was another call.

But when they saw Tony cradling you in his arms and your red and teary eyes pop up on the screen, both of their hearts stopped.

Tony explained that you'd come down with a cold, and were feeling feverish and achy.

They both ached to hold you in their own arms and comfort you when you were so obviously feeling miserable.

Steve, of course, the family hypochondriac, immediately grilled Tony about every possible symptom and the timeline of everything.

Tony had taken you to Dr. Cho, as Bruce was currently in Wakanda with Shuri working on the tech to bring back any other brainwashed Hydra soldiers. He hadn't known at the time about your...caution with Dr. Cho, and it had been an interesting visit to say the least.

You clung to Tony like velcro the entire time. He also was pretty sure you didn't blink once when Dr. Cho was in the room, which just added to your misery of scratchy and tired eyes.

"I don't gotta get a shot, right Unca Tony?" you had asked in a whisper when Dr. Cho left the room to get some medicine for you.

"No shot, shortstack," Tony had confirmed. You immediately relaxed, but buried your face in his chest as you were still feeling lousy.

Tony described the decongestant and cough syrup to Steve in patient detail, when you burst into the conversation.

"Coughy syrup yucky," you grumbled.

"I know baby, but you gotta listen to Uncle Tony and take it. You understand?"

"Don't wanna, Papa."

"I know you don't. But the more you take that syrup, the better you'll feel when we get home. Okay?"

"You come home now, please?" you asked quietly, putting your little hand up on the screen, touching their pictures.

Tony could hear both their hearts shatter from across the globe.

"Soon, baby, we promise," Bucky croaked out, grabbing Steve's hand off camera for support. "We'll be home before you know it."

"That's a promise," Steve said in a husky voice. You just nodded and turned your face back into Tony's chest.

Two important things happened that night after that call.

The first was that Tony didn't put you down all night. He carried you around the complex, rocking you, telling you stories, comforting you, even singing a little ACDC to you to help keep you calm and relaxed.

The second was that World War Hydra was unleashed and won, all in a single night. With their stamina, strength, and the image of you needing them in their heads, Captain America and the Winter Soldier tore through the secret Hydra base and eliminated or captured every single threat. For every one member than Natasha or Clint brought down, they brought down five. The entire battle was over before Hydra even knew they were there.

Natasha flew home as fast as she could, refusing to let Steve fly as he was clearly still in an over-emotional state. But she pushed it to the absolutely max that she safely could.

It was five am when Steve and Bucky made it to the Stark floor of the Tower. JARVIS had alerted Tony of their homecoming, and they went straight to you.

Tony gently put you in Steve's arms while Bucky hovered nervously.

And in your sleep, you sighed and smiled.

Even though you were fast asleep, you still knew they had come home to you. Just like they promised.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 19 days

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Birthday Boy | 750 follower special 💜

PAIRING || Husband!Dad!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT || 3.8K

SUMMARY || Robert's birthday is coming up, so you decide to share this special moment for just a few days away from the spotlight. During your trip, you have a special surprise for him that will make it one never to forget. To top it all off, you're throwing a surprise party when you two come back, complete with his Marvel co-stars, friends, family, and two beautiful children.

RATING || Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS || RPF, established relationship, unspecified age gap, pregnancy reveal, referenced difficulty conceiving, surprise birthday party.

SMUT || Light teasing, dirty talk, praise, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, grinding, hair pulling, handjob, oral (M receiving), deepthroating, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie, cockwarming, aftercare.

A/N || This one-shot is written to celebrate Robert's 59th birthday a few days ago and my reaching 750 amazing followers! Unfortunately, I got very sick and couldn’t post it sooner, but I want you all to know that I am deeply grateful to you all, especially to my best friend and biggest supporter, @ccbsrmsf1. Getting to know you has been the highlight of my time on Tumblr, and I love you so much! 💜

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"Welcome home," are the first words you say to Robert as you swing open the doors that belong to the cabin you have rented for the next couple of days. A thick layer of snow outside reminds you of The Polar Express - which happens to be one of your 18-month-old twin boys' favorite movies. As you step inside, you enter the living room, where a fire burns, creating a cozy vibe.

As soon as the door falls shut behind you two, Robert turns you around when the lock clicks into place, catching you off guard.

"Welcome home indeed, Gorgeous," he whispers against your lips before kissing them firmly. You smile into the kiss as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer as you two cherish the moment. It's nothing but you and him there for the next few days. When you pull away from his kiss, he pulls you close against his chest, his nose buried in your hair, and he gets a whiff of the vanilla shampoo you always use. It smells like you and has become his favorite scent since you two started seeing each other.

"Are you okay making us some food while I go unpack and put on something more comfortable?" you ask Robert, and he nods, already having an idea of what that might be. He still likes to be surprised, so he'll patiently wait to see what you have in store for him.

You quickly go to the large bedroom to get the lingerie you bought for this trip. You have another beautiful set at home as a birthday surprise, but to make this trip unforgettable, you have splurged on a brand new, bright red set that will surely blow your husband away. He has always told you he loves you most in red, so this is the perfect way to surprise him.

You put it on before grabbing one of Robert's shirts to finish the look. After a quick check in the mirror to touch up your make-up, you're ready to surprise your husband and look forward to his reaction.

Without saying a word, you make your way over to where he's sitting, and he quickly puts his phone away when your bare legs come into his field of vision, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His gaze slowly rakes over your entire body, from your legs and thighs, over the curves of your breasts in the shirt to your face; every single inch of you is inspected.

A slight flush spreads over your cheeks at the attention he's giving you, and you take his hand when he reaches out. Your legs are placed on either side of his thighs as you straddle his lap, your chest resting against his as your faces are an inch apart at most.

"I don't know how you do it, but you manage to take my breath away daily, Gorgeous. And I feel like the luckiest man in the universe to have fallen in love with someone as beautiful, smart, and loving as you-" Robert tells you, his deep brown eyes focused on yours as you hang onto every word.

"And the fact that we have two amazing boys together is the cherry on top for me," he finished, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingertips glide the line of your jaw and down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path. Once he reaches the collar of his shirt, he straightens it out, and you release a breath you didn't even realize you were holding in.

"But most of all, I feel very fortunate because you're mine."

With those words, he pulls you against his chest, your lips colliding in the kiss they've longed for from the moment you sat down. A heat is starting to surge between your legs, arousal building quickly at the way he shows his possessiveness and domination.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he repositions himself, his bulge pressing against your clothed core, exactly where you need him most. While he swallows the moan slipping from your lips, he slips his tongue into your mouth, and your hands glide from his chest around his neck and into his hair, letting your fingers glide through the soft strands.

Robert's fingers dig into your hips as he guides you over his clothed bulge, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body. When he pushes his hips up as well, your grip on his hair tightens, making him groan in response.

You lean back a little with your hands on his shoulders as you work your hips in tandem with his, and Robert has to use every last bit of his restraint to hold back on his orgasm, wanting to save it for when he's buried deep inside your warm, tight pussy.

"D-Daddy, please, 'm so close!" you pant as you feel the pleasure in your body rise, your orgasm about to wash over you at the feeling of him. With a few more well-aimed thrusts, you're falling apart on his lap, and you soak your panties and your husband's pants in the process.

"Look at you, Gorgeous, so fucking beautiful when you cum for me like that. Working yourself on your Daddy's cock like that, you couldn't even wait until I'm buried so deep into your sweet, tight cunt before cumming? Such a needy little girl for Daddy," he tells you, and all you can do is nod in response.

You allow yourself to sag against his body, and Robert's hands rub your back soothingly as you come down from your high. His warm hands find their way under your shirt, and it's comforting to feel his large hands rubbing over your body.

His hands wander down before grabbing the hem of the fabric draped over your body, and he tugs on it a few times to let you know exactly what he wants.

"Let's have a look at what's underneath here, Gorgeous. I can only assume you didn't walk out here looking like this without having something special underneath," Robert says with a smirk and a raised brow, and the flush on your cheeks is back.

"You know me too well, Daddy," you whisper shyly before raising your arms. He pulls the fabric over your head to reveal a bright red set of lingerie that perfectly complements your skin, and your husband gasps softly at the sight in front of him.

His hands are back on you in an instant, and he lets them wander all over your body before his thumbs glide over the cups over your bra, feeling your hardened nipples through the lacey fabric. Soft moans leave your lips as he takes his sweet time with them, playing with your peaked buds until you're writhing on his lap, desperate for release again.

Your own hands glide over his abdomen and down to the button of his pants, popping it open without resistance. You're lucky that Robert usually prefers to forgo underwear, as it's too uncomfortable for him, meaning you're immediately greeted by his hard, bare cock.

"That's it, Gorgeous," Robert says as his head falls on the back of the couch, your hand wrapped around his cock as you work him up and down slowly, squeezing him just the way he likes. Taking your time to work his shaft, you feel every pulse of it, making him groan deeply when you give extra attention to his leaking, sensitive tip.

"G-Gorgeous, fuck, 'm gonna cum if you- oh god- don't stop," he pants out through gritted teeth, and you decide to have mercy on him, not wanting his sweet, delicious cum to go to waste after all. Without saying anything, you slide off his lap and onto the rug in front of the couch.

You look up at your husband through your lashes, biting your bottom lip as a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth. Your nails are raking over his still-clothed thighs, moving up to remove the offending piece of fabric that's very much in the way. Your husband lifts his hips to help accommodate taking off his pants, and soon after, his entire bottom half is bare. Perfect.

"It's so big, Daddy," you say in a soft whine, your brows knitted together as you wrap your hand around his cock again. He lets out a breathy chuckle, knowing you can easily take him in whatever way he pleases and in whatever hole he wants. But that doesn't mean you won't act a bit innocent occasionally.

"Hmm, I'm sure we can make it fit, Gorgeous," he whispers before guiding your head to his tip, your tongue immediately poking out to lick the bead of pre-cum off as soon as it appears.

"You're so good to me, fuck! Must've been a saint in a past life to deserve someone as amazing as you," Robert says after you take his tip into your mouth, suckling softly while hollowing your cheeks. Your hand barely closes around his girth as you work him up and down, slowly working more and more into your mouth.

His thighs spread a bit wider as you take more of him into your mouth, and his groans start to increase with every stroke and swallow. The familiar taste and smell of your husband spread throughout your senses, and you clench around nothing as he suddenly grabs your head, working you further onto his cock.

"That's it, takin' me so well," he grits out as he feels himself being worked into your throat without even the slightest bit of resistance. You moan around his hard length as he works you up and down, groans tumbling from his lips as well. As soon as your nose touches his pelvic bone, he suddenly releases you, and you pull off immediately to breathe in a big gulp of oxygen.

"I want your cum, Daddy; please give me all your cum," you beg before immediately diving back in, not wanting to be away from it for too long. It doesn't take long for Robert to do precisely what you asked, and you work him through his orgasm as he moans your name loudly, your hand working him steadily as you swallow every last drop of his cum.

"F-fuck, so good to me," he pants as he comes down from his high, and you're back in his lap. His now soft, sensitive cock is lying between his thighs as you straddle it, your lips attaching to his in a gentle kiss that makes him smile.

"I love you so much, Gorgeous," he whispers against your lips, which makes you smile as well.

"I love you too, Daddy," you tell him before you two get lost in a slow make-out session, taking your sweet time with one another while Robert kneads the soft globes of your butt, and your fingers keep gliding through and messing up his hair.

The rest of the day is spent making love, cuddling, and whispering sweet nothings to one another in front of the fireplace, and it is heaven for the both of you. Sharing this moment outside of the spotlight is exactly what was needed to recharge and strengthen your relationship.

It's been about a day and a half since you and Robert arrived at the cabin, and so far, you two have barely left the other alone, even going as far as cockwarming him during sleep - one of your favorite shared activities. When he woke up this morning, he couldn't resist fucking you awake, and that was the start of yet another day of making love without a single interruption.

Now, you're cuddled against your husband's side, your fingers tracing abstract figures through his chest hair and over his tattoo as you both look at the snow outside. The fire in the bedroom is crackling and spreading the perfect amount of warmth throughout the room.

"Are you ready for another round, Gorgeous?" Robert asks you, and you nod before allowing him to guide you onto your back, your hair splayed out on your pillow like a halo. Your legs are spread to make room for your husband, who's taken it to line up with your entrance.

His face is nuzzled into your neck, peppering it with little kisses as he works his hips back and forth. Soft gasps escape as his tip nudges your sensitive, swollen clit.

"So wet for me already, Gorgeous. I haven't even been inside you yet, and you're dripping for me," Robert tells you while reaching down to his hard length, grabbing it so he can slowly work it into your waiting entrance. He doesn't take long to push in, your lip bitten raw at this point from the pleasure, but he wants to hear everything.

"You know I don't want you to hide your beautiful sounds," his thumb pulls your lip from your teeth before gliding over it and pushing it, pressing down on your tongue to open your mouth even further. With slow thrusts, he works himself into you, careful not to hurt you.

"Hmm, good girl," he praises you as he bottoms out, followed by a groan. Your pussy flutters around him at the praise, and he sets a slow pace with which he almost entirely pulls out before thrusting back in, constantly putting you on the edge.

The bed slams against the wall with every thrust, and he slowly picks up the pace as your moans get louder and you clench tighter around him.

"You are so beautiful, Gorgeous. I can't wait to see you walking around with a beautiful, round belly when you're pregnant with my baby again," he tells you, his forehead connecting with yours as your breaths mingle together. His cock twitches as it's buried deep inside you, and he somehow seems to get impossibly harder at the thought of you carrying another one of his babies.

Your nails dig into your husband's biceps at his words, a smirk playing on his lips at the sensation. With expert precision, he finds your sweet spot, hitting it every time as he looks at the way your face contorts as both your orgasms are rapidly approaching.

"I-I'm close, D-Daddy!" you croak out between thrusts, your voice raw from all the moaning and taking Robert down your throat as well, but you wouldn't change it for the world. Robert's hand moves between your bodies, your back arching into him at the moment he finds your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

With a scream of his name, you fall apart, your orgasm washing over you with a force you've rarely felt before. Before you know it, you're pushing him out of you as you squirt, Robert only prolonging it by constantly rubbing your clit, until overstimulation threatens to take its place.

"Fuck, good fucking girl, beautiful when you squirt for your Daddy like that. God, 'm close too, Gorgeous. Gonna give you all my cum and fuck another baby into you, want to see you round with my baby again," he murmurs against your neck, his orgasm washing over him soon as well.

"Oh, my- take it! So much cum for you, just for you, Gorgeous!" he shouts as he pumps you full, not a single drop of it wasted as he works you both through it, collapsing by your side after he's done. Both panting and a layer of sweat covering both your bodies as you lay there, but also fully satisfied.

"I love you," Robert whispers, and you smile.

"I love you too," you say in a rumbling voice, making your husband chuckle. You two lay like that for a few more minutes before he draws you both a bath. While that's happening, you rummage through your suitcase, looking for a little box you brought.

"Ready—" is all he can say before you stretch out your hand and pull him onto the bed as he takes it.

"I have a surprise for you. I was planning on waiting until tomorrow to give this to you, but I can't wait any longer. So... happy birthday, Daddy," you say with a wink as you hand him the box. He takes off the lid, and inside is a pregnancy announcement. For a few minutes, he is completely silent, simply looking at what's inside.

Eventually, his fingers glide over the pregnancy test to see if it's real, and once he knows for sure you're pregnant, he bursts into happy tears. After the birth of your twin boys, you two have had quite a difficult time conceiving again, but it finally worked.

"I can't believe it. We're going to have another baby," Robert says, reaching out to touch your belly. You place your hand on top of his as you look down, your tears falling now, too.

"I can't wait to meet you either, Little Nugget," Robert says before sitting in silence for a bit longer, basking in the moment. Eventually, Robert lifts your face with his index finger before capturing your lips in a soft, sweet kiss, conveying every emotion.

You two had made peace with the fact that there would be no more kids after you brought your twin boys into the world, but seeing this miracle now has you believing that everything will be okay.

"How far along are you?" Robert asks, his hand never leaving your belly as he looks at you.

"Two and a half months; I found out about two weeks ago but wanted to save it for your birthday," you tell him, and he nods in understanding.

"I'm pretty sure it's already April 4th somewhere, so happy birthday to me," he jokes, making you both laugh hard. After a bit longer, he carries you to the bathroom before placing you in the tub and joining you soon after, a bowl of your favorite fruits ready to munch on.

"I love you, Gorgeous. Thank you for truly making this trip unforgettable," Robert tells you, making you smile broadly.

"I love you too, Robert," you say, sealing it with a kiss before settling on his lap. Your back is against his chest as he feeds you the fruit, his free hand lying on your belly the entire time you're on his lap. You were already beautiful before, but now he finds you irresistible, and that will only grow as your baby grows, too.

The day of Robert's birthday has finally arrived, and you decided to wake him up the best way you know how: a blowjob. Before he was even fully back on earth, he was having his first orgasm of the day, and there would be many more to follow.

While on the plane back to the U.S., you're busy arranging the last things for the surprise party you have planned for him. All of his Marvel co-stars, as will your Mom and Dad with your twin boys, will be there. It will be a simple dinner, but it's more than he would ever expect, as you usually celebrate his birthday with your boys.

"Are you ready for the landing, Gorgeous? We'll land in about 30 minutes, and I can't wait to see little Axel and Hunter again," he says, referring to your twins. They're both carbon copies of Robert from when he was their age.

"Absolutely! How about we make the best of the last 30 minutes we have together?" you ask as you put your phone away, trusting that your parents have everything under control back in New York.

"I thought you'd never ask," he says before pulling you onto his lap and quickly pulling you in for a passionate kiss. It's a good thing you're on a private plane, enjoying a much-needed uninterrupted make-out session. Robert's hands are in the back pockets of your jeans while yours are messing up his hair again.

When it's finally time to go home, you quickly let your Mom know you two are on the way back, as it's only a 15-minute drive back to your home. The entire trip is in a comfortable silence, though you're getting nervous about his reaction.

"Please, calm down, Gorgeous; I'm sure I will love whatever you have planned for me," your husband tells you as he puts his hand on your thigh, stopping your leg from bouncing up and down nervously. He gives you a reassuring smile, which you happily reciprocate, grabbing his hand to lace it with yours.

Once you arrive at your house, everyone inside is ready to welcome both of you home, and your parents have done an outstanding job of decorating it as well. They thought about everything, and Robert's Marvel co-stars and their spouses are all waiting to welcome you both home and wish him a happy birthday.

"You should go first," you say before getting to the door, and he does precisely that. As it swings open, you're both greeted by a loud 'SURPRISE!' from everyone, and your twins are already making grabby hands at you. A wide smile appears on Robert's face as he takes everything in, and he couldn't be happier.

"Happy birthday, Robert," you say with a kiss before taking Hunter from your Mom's arms and giving him a big kiss on his cheek. Robert does the same with Axel before greeting everyone. Mark, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Sebastian, Anthony, Scarlett, and Jeremy are also here to celebrate his birthday.

"Before we move on to the presents, we have an announcement to make! We are officially expecting baby number three!" he says enthusiastically, and now it's your turn to get congratulated by everyone.

"I'm so happy for you both! I know it's been difficult, but you both deserve it so much," Scarlett tells you as she pulls in for a hug. During your last pregnancy and the time after that, you two built a powerful friendship, and your children are all getting along well, too.

"Thank you so much. Getting here has been quite a tough ride, but now that we're finally expecting again, I couldn't be happier. And honestly, it would be nice to have another baby again. The twins are growing up so fast that I can't wait to have a newborn in October," you tell her, visibly glowing.

"Tell me about it! They're so cute when they're small," she says, and you nod. The day is filled with laughter, excitement, and love. Robert couldn't have wished for a happier birthday than he has today, and he can't wait to see what you are planning for his 60th birthday next year.

About two and a half months later, you find out you'll have a baby girl this time, who is born on Halloween. Her name is Carolina Isabela Downey, and she's been a happy baby since day one. She completes your family, and life has never been better than it is now.

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Flyboy (Epilogue) | Jake Seresin x Reader Top Gun: Maverick - Jake Seresin x Reader Genre: romance; fluff; angst; best friends to lovers Warnings: general hangman being hangman; sexual tension; general cursing; will contain mentions of a break up / previous relationship; general use of pet names; fem!reader; pining; general naval / flying inaccuracies; geographical inaccuracies. Length: Mini-series, chaptered - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Epilogue

Summary: Jake gets called back to TOPGUN the same time you’ve been granted a sabbatical from work. He invites you, his purely platonic best friend of years, to live with him for 6 months and you accept. Just two best friends kicking it back for 6 months in San Diego, Fightertown USA, right?

A/N: Thank you everyone for your continued love and support towards Flyboy. This was my first foray into a mini-series, and I have absolutely loved it. I have been so heartened by the feedback. Thank you all for your comments and reblogs / tags, I have absolutely loved reading them (especially those of you who quote - take my heart will you?)

As I’ve said before, I’m not done with the Flyboy Universe, because I love it too much to let it go (yet), so check out the Flyboy Masterlist for more one-shots and blurbs - both already there, and coming soon <3 (people who have sent in Flyboy requests - yes, they are received and will be worked on!) From the bottom of my heart, I love you all sm!

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Flyboy - Epilogue

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It takes your phone ringing for a good three seconds before you jolt awake, hands flapping around your mattress in the dark, finally to connect with it’s smooth metal casing. You squint blearily at the device flashing with a picture of Jake staring back at you, finger immediately wiping across the bottom of the screen to answer.

“Hey,” Jake’s voice fills the quiet of your room, as his face, in real time, flickers onto the screen. You fall back onto your pillow, hand reaching out simultaneously to flick on the lamp by your bed.

A gentle, warm light floods the room, and your face, now illuminated by light fills the small dark square on the bottom of the screen.

“Hi,” you mumble, while bringing a hand up to rub the sleep from your eyes, “what time is it there?” You blink a couple of times, letting your mind grind to a wake as you notice the presence of natural sunlight illuminating the wall behind him. Jake is in his flight suit, the green unzipped mid way down his chest to reveal a black shirt beneath.

“You know I can’t tell you that,” Jake grins, and you roll your eyes lightly to the sky with a huff.

“Well you’re not anywhere on this side of the ocean that’s for sure,” you grumble, and Jake laughs. You take him in, his eyes crinkling with amusement and it brings a smile to your own face.

You had both left San Diego six weeks ago after a tearful goodbye (more on your part than on the rest who had long gotten used to coming, going and having to say goodbye), with promises to reunite with the group during Christmas and Fanboy promptly setting up a group chat, that had proved to be way more active than any other you had, with all of you in it.

Jake had wrangled a week off, in between flying out from San Diego and back to his squadron and had followed you back to New York for the week. You weren’t due back at work for another two, so the week with Jake, both of you completely free, had been spent comfortably in a cloud of domestic bliss. Lazy mornings, runs in the park, coffee, museums, sex over every inch of your apartment, shopping, long boozy lunches, drinks after dinner, and evening stroll - it has been the perfect week.

It was during the last week at TOPGUN, that Jake had been informed that in a week upon return, he was scheduled to embark on a mission with his squadron. He had assured you that this one would be short, five to seven weeks tops, but as per usual practice with all his missions - something you were used to by now after all the years he had spent with the Navy - Jake couldn’t tell you more, which included the exact date of his return, and the where he was headed.

It had caused you to sigh out loud in an exaggerated fashion, telling him, in what admittedly was an extremely dramatic manner, that it was just astounding how you were going to be his wife, but couldn’t know his whereabouts. It had been the first time you had referred to yourself using the term “wife”, and it had made Jake’s eyes flash with a glint you had never seen before, only for him to hoist you up onto the island in your kitchen, taking you then and there, quick, dirty, desperate and with a guttural growl.

“I take it you miss me?” Jake teases, as he watches you in the screen of his phone, lying back, hair fanning out against your pillow, features soft with sleepiness. Your shift slightly, and he catches sight his tshirt on you, covering your body.

“Not in the slightest Seresin” you retort, scrunching your nose. You did miss him, it had been six weeks since he had left New York. You had kissed him on the sidewalk below your apartment, before putting him into a cab headed for the airport. It had never been easy, each time Jake left you, but this time, after a full 6 months of being by his side, and newly engaged, it had been harder. You hadn’t shed any tears, but the feeling of your heart sinking in your chest, of a piece of you being taken away, was something you felt more acutely than any time before.

“So,” he pauses for effect before continuing, “why are you wearing my shirt?” He asks, and you shimmy your body downwards so that the covers are up to your neck, attempting to hide the article of clothing from view of the camera.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You say, biting back a smile, your eyes now slightly wider, brain more awake than it was a few seconds ago.

“I can still see the top of the shirt you know,” Jake muses, as he eyes the shoulders of the tshirt which are still peeking out from beneath the covers. The picture of your face cuts away, and Jake is met with a view of the ceiling, as you drop the phone onto the bed. He hears shifting, rustling of sheets, before the video fumbles back to you. Jake notices this time that your shoulders are bare, covers pulled up to under your arms. He takes in the coy, but smug smile on your lips, notes the necklace he had given you a few months ago glint in the faint light illuminating your room, and he groans loudly, hanging his head for a moment, offering you a view of the crown of blonde hair.

“Like I said,” you begin, as Jake brings his head up to look at you again through the screen, “not wearing your shirt.”

“You’ll be the fucking death of me,” he growls, leaning back against the wall and you laugh, bringing your palm up to blow a kiss at the camera. It only makes him sigh loudly, before saying “you’re giving me blue fucking balls baby.”

You hear a groan in the background, and the shout of “really, again Seresin?” from one of his squadron, and it makes you giggle. You identify the voice as Ryan “Blaze” Miller; a voice you had gotten used to hearing over the years of video calls with Jake. You see Jake’s gaze dart from the screen to behind his phone as he shouts back to Blaze, smug grin on his face.

“Can’t blame me when my girl is this gorgeous.”

You hear Blaze swear loudly in the background and you shout out a greeting. You get a shout of response back from Blaze, with a tone kinder than he had used on Jake, a second later.

“They approved my request yesterday,” you change the subject, “well unofficially anyway, they still have to send over official documentation.”

“Yeah?” He hums, slightly distracted, Jake’s eyes flickering occasionally from the front camera of his phone to your bare shoulders. He wasn’t joking about the blue balls - it had been six weeks, six not being able to touch you, six missing you, six away from you, but more importantly, six wishing he was back by your side.

You flip onto your side, cheek now against the pillow, propping up the phone against the empty pillow on what had become Jake’s side of the bed, covers still securely wrapped around your body.

“Three weeks of remote working a month, with a week back in New York, or more if need be.”

“I think that’s the best we are going to get,” Jake says, his gaze refocusing on your face. You had both decided that you would submit your ask, to be based remotely, and mainly out of California for as much time as you could, because of Jake’s current posting with the Navy, but shuttling back and forth when necessary. It was going to be tiring, shuttling back and forth, but it was, as you had decided collectively, the best solution for now; to be re-assessed and tweaked as necessary going forward. As much as he hated the week in New York that you would have to spend in each month, he knew that it would not get any better than this - you being allowed to work remotely for three weeks in a month. Besides, a week each month was, as Jake was well aware, a small ask from him, when he was the one at risk of being deployed at the drop of a hat, for weeks or even months each time.

“Think so,” you nod your head, the movement making the sheets rustle, “besides,” you say lightly, “it’ll give me the option to head back to New York when you’re away, gives me less reason to miss you.”

Jake draws an affronted look onto his face, and he flies a hand to his chest, in pretend shock. Pretend, because he understood where you were coming from, being engaged to, much less be married to a Naval Aviator was always hard, you keeping busy, would occupy your time that would have otherwise be spent alone.

“That’s twice in a day now darlin,” he refers to you saying that you hadn’t missed him, although both Jake and you know better.

“Best to keep you on your toes,” you wink at him, and raise a hand to push strands of hair back and away from your face. Jake sees a flash of the engagement ring that never left your finger, and he feels his heart swell, a mixture of bliss, content, pride and possessiveness.

“I’ve always missed you when I’m away,” he admits, the words coming out of the blue, his voice just slightly quieter - not for fear of being overheard, but from sincerity and emotion - and the words “I’ve always” makes your heart thump a little faster in your chest.

“I’ve always missed you too.” You return, and are rewarded with the most jubilant smile that breaks across his features.

“You’re leaving me,” the voice is accusatory, and you look up from the tablet in your hand at Annie, who is seated comfortably in your office chair, swivelling gently from side to side in a gentle motion.

The official approval for your request had come in an hour ago, three days after you had informed Jake of it, and you had called Annie to let her know. Her reaction had been strangely calm, but the door to your office had been thrown open forty minutes later to reveal Annie wailing at you loudly from the threshold before she stalked her way over, chasing you out of your office chair, only to promptly throw herself down.

“I’m not leaving you,” you turn your attention back to the tablet, flipping through the document on screen with a swipe of your finger, “I’ll just be working less from here.” You gesture blindly around the office.

“Who would I ever have my afternoon coffees with?” She asks you as she shuffles your chair forward, leaning her elbows on the surface of your desk. “Who would I ever grab an after work drink with?”

“We can do all those on the weeks I’m here,” you say with an amused scoff, as you slide the tablet onto the table, leaning back in the chair you are seated on.

“It’s not the same,” she sighs, loudly as she props her chin up on the back of her hand, before deciding to lean forward a few inches, mischief on her features, “besides, wouldn’t you say I make better company that your fiancé?”

“You wish,” your retort is immediate. You might have teased Jake continually, but one thing you had always been, and would always be, would be quick to defend him and uphold his virtues in front of persons who were not him, or family.

“It bodes well for our marriage that you think I’m good company,” the voice and deep chuckle hits your ears, and you twist around immediately, head snapping back towards the door where you find Jake leaning casually against the frame of the door, a large black duffle by his feet, which Annie had left open, Jane your assistant, standing behind him, her face visible just over his shoulder, a wide grin on her face.

“You baited me,” your head snaps back to Annie for a brief moment, before you crane your neck to focus on Jane who merely raises her hand at you in a thumbs up; it was clear from the shit eating grins both women had on their face, that they were both in on it.

“Aren’t you glad we did?” Annie’s words swirl around your brain as you let yourself take Jake in, arms crossed loosely over his chest, cutting an effortless figure in an ensemble of a white, fitted long sleeve polo and dark jeans. His hair is slightly longer than when he had left, and his jaw, unlike on the video call the other night, now slightly scruffy. You find yourself thinking that you could get used to surprises like this as your heartbeat quickens, and excitement courses through your veins.

“She is,” Jake answers for you, as he notices your gaze float from his face, to his arms, and then legs, before going back up to meet his gaze. He takes the opportunity to push himself off from his perch, crossing the distance to you in a few easy steps. He stops in front of you, one of his hands sliding onto the back of the chair you are sitting on, and his other hand on the chair beside you. Jake’s eyes twinkle as you look up.

“Hi,” he says, body crouching down, his lips connecting yours in an eager kiss hello, which you meet. Jake kisses you for a moment longer than appropriate, but you let him, because god, seeing him in the flesh made you realise just how much you had missed him.

“You guys make me sick,” is what Annie says, affectionately, as Jake pulls away to rest his forehead against yours for a second. His eyes lock with yours, and you see emotion - lust, longing and contentment and joy, swirling in his greens before he pulls away to grin at Annie.

“We aim to please,” he says, voice deadpan, as he slides his hand onto your shoulder. You reach up with your opposite hand to grip his fingers in yours.

“I would ask if you would both like to join me and Charles for dinner,” she says, her eyes darting towards your hand, and your head which is now resting back against Jake’s abdomen, “but something tells me you would both like to be left alone tonight.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” Jake says with a wink to Annie.

“Tomorrow night?” You ask Annie who nods, before you tilt your head backwards and up to look at Jake, the top of your head shifting against his midsection, silently asking if he would still be here tomorrow night.

“Works for me,” he looks down at you, “I’ll be here four days.” Jake answers your question without you needing to ask.

“Bye Jane, see you tomorrow,” you call out as you exit, waving goodbye to your assistant, Jake’s fingers laced with yours.

“Bye Jane,” Jake winks at your assistant, turning on the charm and shooting her the widest smile, and you swear you hear her squeal.

“Don’t give her a heart attack,” you tug on his hand, muttering under your breath much to Jake’s amusement, “I like her.”

The lift arrives with a ding and the door opens to reveal Lexi and Dan, a pair you hadn’t expected to see, standing towards a side of the lift car. You expect Jake to tense, but he doesn’t, merely squeezing your fingers in his as you both step in. The Jake of a few months ago might have tensed, but the Jake of today - the Jake that knew you were squarely and firmly his didn’t have to.

“Hi!” Lexi’s voice, shrill and loud, rings out, as her gaze darts from your connected hands to your faces. You see her roam her gaze across Jake’s body appreciatively. You offer her a tight lipped smile, and her gaze darts back down to your other hand, which is clutching your bag, her gaze focusing on the ring featuring prominently on your finger.

“You’re engaged?” She gasps, and it makes Dan’s gaze snap down to your finger before going back up to your face.

“I am,” you turn to look at Jake, and he meets your gaze with a smile, his expression telltale of the laughter he is controlling.

“But-” she starts, her mind doing a quick calculation of the time between your break up with Dan till now.

“When you’ve known something your whole life,” Jake starts, cutting her off, as he recalls his grandmother’s words to him, “why wait?”

Jake’s eyes are sparkling, and you find yourself leaning up, to kiss him, the smile on his lips matching yours. You both miss the looks from the pair across from you, both shocked, and one with a tinge of envy.

One year later

You wake up to arms tight around you, each exhale from Jake fanning gently across the the top of your head. The rhythm of his breathing, calm, slow, even, tells you that he is still fast asleep - something uncharacteristic, because he was the early riser, always up before you. But as Jake had told you multiple times before, he slept better with you.

His hold on you is like a vice, and it takes you a good amount of effort to struggle, before managing to turn in his arms so that you are facing him. You manage to catch the tiny furrow that crosses his brow as his arms adjust to the shift.

Jake’s skin is warm, and you let your lips ghost along his adam’s apple, planting kisses along his neck, the hollow of his throat, before ducking your head to trail your lips along his bare shoulder.

“I like when you wake up before me,” his voice is a deep, thick drawl in the mornings, and it makes you smile against his skin. Jake hugs you even tighter, closer, to him.

“You were so soundly asleep,” you say, but without a hint of remorse in your voice as you kiss your way from his shoulder, back up to his neck.

“You make me lazy,” Jake lets you continue kissing your way up along his neck, enjoying the feeling of your lips against his skin. You reach his jaw, feeling stubble when he flips you over in a deft movement so that you are on your back, his body over yours.

Jake’s arms are at the side of each of your head, and you reach up, fingers pushing his fringe away from his forehead, running themselves through the sides of his hair. You feel his knee, which is between your legs, slide an inch up along the mattress.

“Jake,” you warn as you loop your hands around his neck.

“What?”

“They are expecting us down for breakfast,” you turn your head to a side, scanning the time on the clock beside the bed. You feel his knee shift slightly higher as he dips his face. His action makes you bring your hand up, your open palm connecting with his lips, blocking his face from yours. “They’ll come up if we don’t go down.”

“Let them,” he mutters, voice muffled against the palm of your hand, his lips soft, in contrast to the stubble scratching against your skin.

“That is hardly the best way to start the first morning of married life,” you scoff, and Jake’s chuckle is something you can feel against your hand as he relents, flipping himself back onto the mattress beside you.

“Whatever you say Mrs. Seresin.”

You make to shift yourself off the bed, but Jake’s hand shoots out, fingers encircling your wrist to tug you back down. His arms steady you as you crash into his chest, your palms flat against his bare skin.

“I think I like being married to you,” he hums, the sunlight filtering in through the cream coloured, linen curtains, makes his eyes seem lighter than their usual green.

“Ask me again in three months and I’ll let you know if I feel the same way,” you say in jest, and Jake’s fingers squeeze your waist, a bark of laughter making his body shake under yours, before he presses a kiss to the side of your jaw.

“Baby, I’ll make you wish you married me sooner.”

You catch sight of the group sitting around the long table on Grandma Doris’ sprawling outdoor patio through the glass windows which line the side wall of the house.

You see your brothers and their families, interspersed with the Jake’s sisters and their respective broods; your father engaged in conversation with Coyote and Payback; Rooster with Layla nestled comfortable in his lap, staring at the fruits Phoenix is offering to her, attempting to make her choice; Bob and Fanboy entertaining a smiling Grandma Doris; your mother and Grace deep in conversation with Penny, Amelia and Maverick. You can hear the soft hum of conversation which floats through the open door that leads out to the patio, which accompanies the smell of bacon and waffles.

“Ready?” Jake, who is two steps behind you falls in beside you, offering you an upturned palm. The sun coming in from the windows makes the plain gold band, nestled on his fourth finger since yesterday, glint.

“Always,” you respond, sliding your palm into his, the matching gold band you have on, stacked below your engagement ring.

“Good,” Jake brings your hands up to his mouth, lips brushing across your knuckles before he tugs you out into the first morning of the rest of your lives.

END.

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stephstars08 · 8 months

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Dream

Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, Sexual References, Flirting, Adult Language, Anxiety/Stress, Angst, Fluff, Teasing, Secrets, Reveling Clothing Worn/Mentioned, Make Out Session, Implied Smut, and Maybe Some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!)

Summary: Y/N is best friends with Ethan ever since they met six months ago. Out of everyone in the group Y/N is the closest to Ethan since they have so much in common. She's very comfortable around him till she wakes up one morning having a dream where she almost kisses Ethan. After having the dream she can't stop thinking about him and the dream and it doesn't help that Tara, Mindy, and Anika tell her that she has feelings for Ethan. Every time she is with Ethan she acts all nervous. She finally realizes her feelings after having two more dreams but she avoids Ethan which makes him very worry about her so when he runs into her at a frat party he finally confronts her about her recent behavior. Will Y/N tell him about her feelings and her dreams?

Word Count: 2.958

Author’s Note: Hello Everyone! I just want to say thank you to all of the love and support you all showed on my last one shot! I am so thankful for you all! This has to be one of my favorite one shots I have like ever written since I kinda used inspiration to what was actually going on with me during the time I wrote this! I’m also going to see Jack’s new movie tonight and I’m so excited! Anyways I hope you all enjoy this one shot and I’ll talk to you all soon!

Y/N was at a party with her friends. She wasn’t having as much fun as her friends were since she hates coming to these types of events. She really wished that she was at her apartment wrapped up in her fluffy blanket watching a movie but no she let her friends drag her out of her own apartment to yet another house party that is just filled with drunk and horny people. Y/N doesn’t know why she keeps letting her friends drag her to these parties since she always ends up by herself in a corner somewhere. Tara always seems to wonder off by herself getting completely shit faced. Anika and Mindy flirt nonstop with each other which always makes Y/N feel like a third wheel. And then you got the boys Chad, and Ethan who mostly just stay together somewhere just drinking, dancing, and looking around to find a girl to flirt with and hook up with. Well Chad is trying to hook up with a girl. Ethan is similar to Y/N as he’s not a big party type of person because of his shy and dorky personality. Also, it doesn’t help that Chad always tries to push him onto some random girl.

Y/N couldn’t take the smell of all the alcohol and the loud music so, she decided to go outside to get a fresh breath of air. When she walked outside the packed house there were a couple of groups of people, but each group had only five people just standing around talking and drinking. Y/N walked pasted the two groups and saw there was no one on the side of the house so she sighed in relief as she stood on the side of the house by herself. She leaned her back against the side of the house and looked up into the clear night sky. She closed her eyes and took a deep and calming breath. She felt a hand land on her shoulder which startled her. When she opened her eyes, she relaxed when she saw that the person that touched her shoulder was Ethan. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ethan said, taking his hand off her shoulder. “It’s okay, you didn’t mean to do it.” Y/N said keeping her back still up against the house.

“Why are you out here?” Y/N asked him as she folded her arms over her chest. “I could be asking you the same thing.” Ethan said which made her playfully roll her eyes. “I asked you first.” Y/N told him. “I was looking for you.” Ethan answered her question. “Your turn.” Ethan said as he leaned his shoulder on the house putting his hands in the pocket of his jeans. “I needed to get away from the noise and the smell of beer. I fucking hate the smell of beer.” Y/N told him with a disgusted look on her face.

Silence fell between the two, but it wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable silence.

“You know you shouldn’t be out here by yourself wearing that.” Ethan told her, breaking the silence. Y/N looked at him in confusion and then looked down at the outfit she was wearing. Y/N was wearing a crop top that showed some of her stomach, she had on a pair of short shorts that showed off her legs, and a pair of converse shoes. She didn’t think her outfit was too revealing. There are girls in that house that is just wearing a bra and shorts that don’t even cover their whole ass. “Why? You scared that some guy would come up to me and take me home?” Y/N asked humoring him as she stood up straight. “If I say yes, will you run away?” Ethan asked her as he used one of his hands to rub up and down her arm. “No.” Y/N answered as she moved closer to him which made him stand up straight again. She grabbed his hand and put it on her hip. They leaned in but before their lips could touch a loud ringing sound rang.

Y/N’s eyes shot open due to the ringing of her alarm clock. Y/N’s heart raced as she hit the snooze button to her alarm that just woke her up from the most intense dream she has ever had. “It was all just a dream.” Y/N whispered to herself. She just had the most realistic dream she had ever had, and it was about flirting and almost kissing one of her best friends. She has known Ethan for six months and they instantly connected since they have so much in common, but this is the first time she has had a dream like that about him and it was freaking her the fuck out.

Y/N broke out of her swirling thoughts when her phone started to ring. When Y/N looked at her phone she saw it was Tara calling her, so she picked her phone up from her nightstand and answered the call. “Hello.” Y/N said into her phone. “Hey, are you still meeting Mindy, Anika, and I at plaza on campus?” She heard Tara ask her. “Uh yeah, I’m getting dressed now.” Y/N said into the phone as she pushed her blankets off her body and rolled out of her comfy bed. “Okay, see you then!” She heard Tara tell her. After the girls said their goodbyes, the call ended.

Y/N put her phone down onto her bed and started to get ready. Hopefully spending time with her girls will keep her mind off the dream.

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When Y/N got on campus she went straight to the plaza where she saw Tara sitting at one of the tables, so she made her way towards her. “Hey, I got you your favorite smoothie.” Tara said, handing one of the cups to her. “Thanks.” Y/N said as she took the cup and took off her book bag setting it down onto the ground. Y/N sat down next to Tara and took a sip from her smoothie. “Are you okay?” Tara asked sensing that Y/N has something heavy on her mind. “I had a dream last night and I can’t get it out of my fucking head!” Y/N said with a heavy sigh as she sat her drink down onto the table. “What was the dream about?” Tara asked her in a curious tone.

At first Y/N was spectacle about telling her but she knew she couldn’t keep this to herself since she knew it wouldn’t help. “I had a dream where Ethan and I almost kissed.” Y/N said as Tara took a drink of her smoothie. Tara went into a coughing fit since Y/N took her by surprise. “What the fuck?” Tara said with wide eyes once she calmed down.

“Hey, what are you girls talking about?” Anika asked, walking up to the table with Mindy. “Y/N had a dream that she almost kissed Ethan.” Tara answered. “Ew, gross.” Mindy said with disgust which made Y/N roll her eyes. “I don’t know why I had that dream! It felt so real.” Y/N said with frustration in her tone. Tara shared a look with Mindy and Anika. “Are you being serious right now?” Mindy asked her with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, why?” Y/N said looking at Mindy with a confused stare. “Y/N you have like the biggest crush on Ethan.” Anika told her in a stern tone. “What? No, I don’t!” Y/N said now with a glare on her face. “You are such a fucking liar.” Tara said shaking her head. “Ethan is just my best friend!” Y/N said in a stern tone. “Keep telling yourself that.” Mindy said with a scoff. “Y/N, you literally look at him with heart eyes.” Anika said to her. “I do not!” Y/N said with frustration which just made the girls laugh at her. “You three are fucking ridiculous!” Y/N said standing up having enough of this conversation.

She grabbed her book bag and wrapped the straps around her shoulders. She grabbed her smoothie and turned to walk away but quickly hit the brakes since she almost ran into someone. “Sorry Y/N I almost ran you over.” Ethan said. When she looked into his brown eyes the dream she had flashed through her mind. Her heart rate sped up when the part of her lips leaning in to touch his flashed through her brain. “Y/N!” She heard Ethan call her name snapping her back to reality. “You, okay?” He asked her with concern in his voice and eyes. “Y-yeah I um…” Y/N stuttered not able to finish her sentence because of her nerves. “Are you sure? You don’t seem like it.” Ethan said still worried. He went to put one of his hands onto her shoulder, but she quickly stepped back from him. “I have to get to class!” Y/N told him and quickly walked away before he could say anything.

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It was later in the day and Y/N still hasn’t gotten the dream out of her head. It didn’t help that the girls were telling her that she has feelings for Ethan. Yes, she is the closest to him out of everyone in the group and yes, she spends most of her time with him but it’s just friendly, nothing romantic.

Y/N decided to go to the library on campus to do some studying hoping that will help her out. She sat down at a table by herself and pulled out one of her textbooks. After about an hour Y/N has been losing focus because she keeps daydreaming about Ethan. She’s been on the same page for almost thirty minutes. “Fuck this!” Y/N hissed slamming the book closed and shoving it back into her book bag. She stood up wrapping the straps around her shoulders and made her way out of the library. She doesn’t know what she can do to get Ethan out of her head.

“Hey Y/N!” She heard someone calling her name behind her. When she turned around, she saw Ethan jogging up to her. When her Y/E/C eyes met his brown ones, her heart rate sped up just like it did this morning. She wanted to run away but something was telling her to stay. “Ethan um what’s up?” Y/N said in a nervous tone which he quickly noticed. “Are you okay?” Ethan asked her, worrying about her again. “Yeah, w-why do y-you ask?” Y/N stuttered which made her curse at herself. “Because of the way you’ve been acting.” Ethan told her. “Why are you acting all nervous around me?” He asked her.

Y/N was debating on if she should tell him about her dream and that she can’t stop thinking about him or if she should keep it to herself. Ethan is the person she trusts the most and he has told her multiple times that she can tell him anything. But this time is totally different. What if she tells him about her dream and it ruins what she has with him. She doesn’t want to lose him.

“Y/N, you are really worrying me.” Ethan said, breaking her out of her thoughts for the second time that day. Before Y/N could say anything Ethan out his hand on her arm which made her think back the part of the dream where he did exactly that. “I need to go!” Y/N said quickly, taking his hand off her arm and ran away before he could say anything else.

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A couple days have passed, and Y/N can’t get Ethan out of her head. She had two more romantic dreams about him and one of them got pretty streamy. After the steamy dream that’s when she realized that the girls were right, she does have feelings for Ethan. Ever since their encounter outside the library Y/N has been avoiding him. Y/N’s feelings have been taking over and she’s scared that if she tells him he will end their friendship.

It was Friday night and of course Y/N let the girls drag her out to a frat party at one of the big frat houses. They knew that she had had a stressful week and knew that she deserved a night out. Y/N decided to wear something simple and not revealing at all. She was wearing a black tank top with a dark red flannel over it and black jeans with her black converse. Y/N was talking with Tara till she ran out of her drink, so she excused herself to the kitchen to get more. Y/N isn’t a hard drinker since she doesn’t like the taste or smell of beer so she usually just drinks anything fruity.

She sat her empty cup down on the counter in front of all the bottles. She saw that what she was drinking the bottle was completely empty. “Shit!” She hissed with a sigh. “Everything alright?” She heard an unknown voice say to her. When she looked over, she saw a tall guy with platinum blonde hair and had in blue contact lens in that were super obvious. She could also tell this guy must dye his hair blonde every single week. “There is no more of my favorite drink.” Y/N answered his question. “Anything here you suggest I try?” Y/N asked in a curious tone really needing to feel a buzz. “Oh yeah you gotta try this, it’s a party favorite.” The guy said picked up a bottle that read Sangria on it. He took her cup and poured her half a cup of the liquid. Y/N took the cup and took a drink of the liquid which burned her throat since this was her first-time having Sangria. “Wow, that’s strong.” Y/N said looking down at the rest of the liquid in the cup.

Right when she looked back up at him, he was leaning in to kiss her which made her quickly step back from him. “What the fuck are you doing?” Y/N asked him in a stern tone. “Going in to kiss a beautiful girl.” The guy answered by going in to kiss her again but again she stepped back from him. “I’m not going to kiss you! I don’t even fucking know you!” Y/N told him in a snappy tone as she glared at him. “Please! I am so fucking horny!” The guy said to her in a begging tone. “Oh, I see. You just want to get your dick wet.” Y/N said which made the guy nod his head multiple times. Y/N splashed the rest of the Sangria in her cup on the crouch of the guy’s pants. “There, now you got your dick wet.” Y/N snapped slamming the cup down onto the floor and walked away.

She walked outside of the house since she needed to get some fresh air and cool herself off. She walked onto the side of the house where there was no one. “Fuck!” Y/N hissed leaning her back on the house as she ran both of her hands down her face. Her stress-free night just got ruined by some horny asshole. “Y/N.” She heard a soft voice say her name. “Why are you out here Ethan?” Y/N asked taking her hands off her face. “I saw what happened in the kitchen.” Ethan said which made her roll her eyes. “I was about to go over there and help you but once I saw you splash your drink on him, I stayed back with Chad till I saw you walk out.” Ethan told her which just earned him a nod from her. She was avoiding all contact with him. She just kept staring forward.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Ethan asked, starting to finally having enough of her recent behavior. “What?” Y/N asked looking over at him. “Why have you been avoiding me?” Ethan asked her in a stern tone. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked which immediately broke her heart. It hurt her that he thinks he did something wrong which is no where near that. “Ethan no, you did nothing wrong.” Y/N told him with soft eyes as she stood up straight. “Then can you please tell me what’s been bothering you.” Ethan said to her with a sigh.

Y/N knew she couldn’t keep it in any longer, so she put both of her hands on both of his cheeks and brought him in for a kiss. The kiss took Ethan by surprise, but he returned it which made Y/N surprise. As they kissed Ethan’s hands sat on her waist while her hands stayed on his now flustered cheeks. They pulled away from each other when they needed air. “Okay I’m not complaining but why did you kiss me?” Ethan asked once he caught his breath. “Because I have feelings for you and that was my way of telling you.” Y/N told him as she moved her hands from his cheeks to his shoulders. “Really? Wow that makes me feel so relieved since I have had feelings for you for a couple months now.” Ethan told her, which made her laugh. “Yeah, it three dreams I had about you to make me realize that I have feelings for you that are more than friendly.” Y/N confessed finally letting it all out to him. “Oh, so you dream about me.” Ethan said as his lips curved into a smirk. “I guess you are the man of my dreams.” Y/N said with a giggle which also made Ethan laugh.

“Do you want to ditch this place and go to your apartment?” Ethan asked her in a curious tone. “Hell yeah!” Y/N answered him with an excited smile. Y/N texted Tara letting her know that she’s going back to her apartment with Ethan and then made her way home with him for a fun night.

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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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THE BRITS

A/N: we all witnessed his madness last night, he got me hot and bothered

WORD COUNT: 2k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: You and Harry are getting drunk at the BRITs and you can't control your desires for each other.

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You’re drunk.

But not as drunk as your boyfriend who is having the time of his life on national TV.

Somehow it seems like the BRITs Awards is always the most unhinged show Harry attends, maybe it’s the feeling of being home or maybe it’s the amount of tequila he tends to drink on these occasions.

Probably the second one, but who knows.

You’ve had shots with him as well, the familiar dizziness has taken away your anxiety of appearing on TV next to your boyfriend and now it’s more like just one big party. You’re sitting between Harry and Gemma, your legs crossed underneath the table, Harry’s hand wedged between your thighs this time. He’s been super touchy all evening, most likely the alcohol has gotten the neediness out of him, but it’s not like you mind it, he looks devastatingly good tonight and always feeling his touch is more than fine by you. Though it’s making it hard for you to hold back your dirty thoughts you’ve been harboring ever since you laid eyes on him in the silky shirt, the top buttons strictly undone.

You have to switch position because your legs are going numb, so Harry’s hand slips off your thigh until you settle comfortably and it returns immediately, hiking a little higher this time, giving you a few gentle squeezes. A shaky breath slips through your lips that almost turns into a moan. Luckily, Gemma didn’t notice it, but when you turn to your right you catch Harry’s smirk.

“You alright, babe?” he asks as he leans closer.

“Don’t be a brat,” you warn him, to which he just starts laughing, smacking your thigh before his hand rests on top of it.

“I know that look better than anyone, Y/N,” he murmurs, pretending to be looking at the stage.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. We could sneak away for a quickie,” he simply suggests and you smack a hand against his chest, but you kind of regret it when you feel the warms of his naked skin against your palm, you kind of want to just keep it there, run it deeper into his shirt.

“Stop! Someone might hear you!” you chuckle, heat crawling up your neck.

“So we’re not having a quickie?” he pouts his lips at you.

“No!” you laugh, but leaning closer you steal a quick kiss. “Stop making it hard, I’m already struggling over here,” you mumble against his lips.

“That’s why I suggested to have a q—“

“If you say it again, I’m walking away, Harry,” you warn him, but it’s only for your sake. You have no idea how long you can sit still while your boyfriend is talking about having sex while you’re already drenched between your legs.

Harry chuckles and reaches for the champagne bottle before filling up your glass.

“Come on, drink one with me then.”

“I think we’ve had enough.”

“Nope, gotta make sure we’re still drunk when we get home,” he ignores your comment, pouring one for himself as well.

“Why?”

“Because I wanna have sloppy drunk sex with you.”

You’re fucked. You definitely will be, but you’re fucked already.

The madness carries on, Harry has won every single award he was nominated for, he has taken a shot on the stage and kissed Lewis Capaldi. Right in front of your nose. You tried to act hurt when he returned to the table after the kiss, but you couldn’t, especially when he started begging you to kiss him.

You’re a giggling mess by the time he accepts Mastercard Album Of The Year and you brain barely can process that your boyfriend is standing next to Stanley Tucci on the stage, joking around and laughing like old pals.

“Babe! Babe, did you see me and Stanley?!” he whisper-yells when he returns to the table.

“If this is the point where you leave me for Stanley Tucci, I have to say I won’t even blame you,” you laugh into your drink.

“Aw, you’re jealous?” he grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead before taking his seat.

“Of you! Yes!” you laugh. “And Stanley too,” you add.

“Oh babe, don’t be,” he smirks and leans so close, his lips are brushing against your ear. “You’re the only one I want to fuck.”

“Harry!” you gape at him, reaching for your drink, hoping it would cool you down a bit, but you’re way over that point.

“I really want to fuck you right now, babe. You sure we can’t have a quickie?”

“We’re at an award show,” you whisper, but can’t help biting into your bottom lip.

“I’m sure we wouldn’t be the first ones to have sex at an award show,” he giggles, his hand returning to your thigh, this time slipping way under your dress. “Come on, I’ll find a place for us. If I find a place, will you have sex with me?” he asks, eagerly squeezing your thigh which makes it impossible to resist.

“Harry…”

“Give me five minutes, okay? I’ll find us a place.”

And before you could even say a word, he is up on his feet, off to his little quest.

“Where is he going?” Gemma asks when she sees her brother lurk away.

“Um… I uh… I have a headache, he is gonna ask if I can lay down somewhere for a bit,” you lie, but a giggle bubbles from your throat, giving you away completely.

“Oh my God, you guys are… something else,” Gemma laughs, not wanting to know any more details about your dirty business. You kinda feel bad for her, but at the moment it’s funny.

You almost lose your shit when you see Harry jogging pack towards the table, the cheesiest grin on his face as he navigates between guests.

“I found a place!” he mouths at you and then grabs your hand instantly, pulling you up from the table. “Come on—Um, Gemma we’re just gonna, uh…”

“Shut up, just… go!” Gemma waves at him, making you both laugh before you escape from the table.

He pulls you out to the hallways and you’re just trying not to stumble over your feet, keeping up with his pace. You reach a dressing room that has his name on it, you arrive just when two women walk out with headset on, they are definitely working backstage.

“Thank you so much, she’ll just lie down for a bit, thank you!” Harry nods at them, pushing you into the room and you have a feeling they know what it’s all about, but as soon as the door is shut closed and he throws his suit jacket off, nothing else matters.

You kick your heels off as you run to the vanity, Harry catching up with you instantly, his arms locking you in his embrace from behind as his lips attack your neck.

“Fuck, I don’t think I would have lasted until we got home,” he rumbles, his hands pulling your dress up already, palm moving between your legs to feel just how wet you are.

“You sure you wouldn’t prefer Lewis or Stanley now?” you tease him, head rolling back to his shoulder, a moan slipping through your lips when his fingers dip into your underwear.

“Don’t talk about other men when I’m trying to fuck you,” he groans before turning you around with one swift movement, his hands grabbing onto the back of your knees to help you sit up on the vanity.

You eagerly undo his buttons, the silky shirt sliding right off his broad shoulders and you finally let your fingers dig into his pecks, something you’ve been fantasizing about for hours.

“It’s gonna be quick, we don’t have much time, but we’ll have a round two when we get home,” he smirks down at you, urging your legs to wrap around his waist as he unbuttons his pants and lets them pool at his ankle.

“Did you lock the door?” you gasp as he pulls your panties off, running two fingers through your lips to check you’re truly ready for him without any more foreplay. Usually you’d need more attention before taking him, but this whole evening has been one long foreplay.

“There’s no lock.”

“What? Harry—“

“That’s why we have to be quick,” he grins and the next thing you know is that he thrusts so deep into you, you’re seeing stars.

Harry loves to make gentle love, but he is also very good at fucking you senseless so fast you feel like you’re about to pass out. This is an occasion like that this time.

The vanity is violently shaking under you as he fucks into you, one hand planted on top of the wood, the other one on your back to keep you against him, though you have your feet locked just above his ass, helping you stay in place. It’s so harsh and raw, if someone asked you your name you wouldn’t be able to answer. You grip his hair, tugging on it, keeping his face buried in your neck where he keeps kissing and biting your soft skin as he keeps up his ruthless pace.

“Harry! Oh my God!” you practically scream when he hooks an arm under your right leg, lifting up higher so he can push into you even deeper.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” he shakes his head, definitely out of breath, but he has no intention of stopping.

When you let go of his hair you fall back, your dress slipping down on your chest, making Harry go feral. Now you’re lying on top of the vanity in a kind of diagonal position since it’s too narrow to fit you, but it doesn’t bother either of you, Harry tightens his death grip around your thigh he has lifted up and he practically climbs up to the vanity, leaving just one foot on the floor. Your ass is sore, your legs are going numb, but you’d start crying if he stopped now, you’re so close to a mind-blowing orgasm you’ve been yearning after all evening.

“I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna come inside you,” he warns you between pants.

“Yes, yes, come inside me!” you gasp for air and mustering up the last bits of your energy you push up, hooking your arm around his neck to press against him, right on time.

Harry comes hard, grunting against your lips, his thrusts becoming rigid, long and out of rhythm and seeing him fall apart throws you over the edge too.

The two of you are one big mess as you try to recover, chest heaving, vision slightly blurry. When Harry gently pulls back you moan in protest, lying back on top of the vanity, one foot planted on top, the other one dangling off the edge.

“Let’s clean you up,” Harry hums to himself and you faintly notice him get dressed before he grabs a clean towel from the bathroom joined to the dressing room, he wets it and gently cleans you up while you just lie there, limbs feeling like jelly.

He pulls your underwear back halfway up your thighs before he needs you to stand up. You don’t want to, but you know you have to, so he helps you off the vanity and then dresses you like you’re a toddler.

“You’re good? Can we go back out?” he asks after doing his best to make you look like you did before. He has his arms around your waist as you turn around and have a look at the two of you in the mirror at the vanity.

“God, it’s so obvious we just fucked,” you chuckle seeing the state you both are in.

“It’s not that obvious,” he tries to protest, but he doesn’t believe it either. “Okay, well… we can’t do anything about it now. It was worth it though,” he grins, giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips. “Can’t wait for round two when we get home.”

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chvoswxtch · 10 months

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Hey there, I was wondering if at some point you could do a one shot of female reader who has PTSD from being trafficked and Frank comforts her during one of her nightmares or flashbacks?

I’m a survivor and just could really use some measure of comfort right now. That maybe there are people who care. That I’m not alone. That things will get better. That maybe one day I can actually have a man who will love me.

Thank you so much.

my darling nonnie,

I just want to say how proud of you I am. I cannot even begin to imagine the horror you went through, and I am so very sorry that happened to you. I am so grateful to know that you made it out and you are safe.

you are absolutely not alone, not here. I can assure you that one day, you will meet someone who will take the time to listen to your story, and will love you through it, and do everything they can to make you feel protected. you are worthy of love and happiness, and nothing that was ever done to you was ever your fault.

I want to apologize for taking so long to get this to you, but I hope it provides the solace that you need. I want to thank you for trusting me with this, for sharing your story with me, and for giving me the opportunity to gift you with some comfort. I hope this makes you feel supported, and I hope it makes you smile. I am sending you every ounce of love I possibly can. ❤️

warning: light swearing, angst, mentions of ptsd word count: 1.7k

right here.

The faintest disturbance to your otherwise peaceful slumber instantly made Frank’s eyes flutter open. He had always been a bit of a light sleeper, and during his time in the marines, he had to be ready to wake up at a moment’s notice and prepared to jump into action if need be. This made it particularly hard for him to be able to sleep in, even when he really wanted to, but it did grant him the ability to rescue you from the lingering monsters that came after you in your dreams.

Opening up to Frank about your traumatic past had been a task that terrified you, and you had put it off as long as you possibly could. It was difficult to talk about in general. You didn’t enjoy having to relive that nightmare all over again, but sometimes beneath the depths of sleep, your mind didn’t give you a choice. The first time you had a nightmare in Frank’s presence, it was terrible.

You had been thrashing around in your unconscious state, warm salty tears staining your cheeks, and the feeling of strong hands holding your body down only sent your subconscious into a further state of panic, crying out for anyone to help. It was several minutes before Frank’s deep voice broke through your psyche, and your eyes suddenly snapped open to meet his horrified ones. Frank was straddling your hips, his large hands wrapped firmly but gently around your wrists, and he had them pinned against his own chest. You could feel the warmth radiating from his skin through your fingertips, and his heartbeat pounding wildly in his chest. His face was twisted up in a concoction of pure concern and unmistakable fear, and that caused an onslaught of overwhelming emotions to crash into you like a merciless tide against an unsuspecting shore.

Fear. Guilt. Shame. Panic. Insecurity.

It all washed down your cheeks in wave after wave, and apologies spewed from your lips like glimmering sea foam. Frank didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what you needed from him at that moment, but he did his best to navigate you away from the storm in your own head to the safety of his serene embrace.

He had swiftly pulled you up into his arms so that he could hold you in his lap, cradling the back of your head in his large palm against his chest, pressing his lips to your forehead in a permanent kiss. His arms were wrapped tightly enough around you that you knew he wasn’t going anywhere, but not so much that you felt suffocated. Frank rocked you gently in his arms, alternating between shushing you quietly and whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you.

You couldn’t let go of him. Somewhere along the way, you had gone from being terrified of someone to touch you to needing Frank’s touch more than the oxygen in your own lungs. Even despite knowing about Frank’s past and what he had done, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. It was extremely hard for you to trust anyone like that after what had happened to you, but you trusted him. You knew his intentions were always pure. Frank was always gentle with you. He never pushed you to talk if you didn’t want to. He respected all of your boundaries, even the ones you didn’t voice, but he could see. When it came to intimacy, he followed your lead and always made sure you were comfortable before he did anything.

But it wasn’t until that moment that you realized how safe you were with him.

That moment of clarity was a huge breakthrough for you, because you finally realized that you had someone that would love you through anything, and would go above and beyond to protect you.

That what had happened to you would never happen again.

Once you had finally calmed down enough to speak, you told Frank the truth about your traumatic past. Frank listened intently and without judgment, and held your hand the entire time, crafting the safe space you needed to get that weight off your chest. You could see the crestfallen shine coating his waterline as you spoke, and feel his rage for those who had hurt you in the way he tightened his hold on you.

Everything seemed to click into place for him. He’d had his suspicions that there was something you weren’t telling him. You were just as hypervigilant in public as he was. Shades of discomfort and anxiety coated your face whenever people moved into your space too suddenly, especially men. You had been weary of him when he first met you, and took awhile to warm up to him, but he had just assumed you found him physically intimidating, or that you knew the truth about his past before he’d had a chance to explain himself. Intimacy was a slow process in your relationship, not that he really minded, and he had picked up on your sensitivity to being touched.

Frank knew the signs of PTSD. He had seen it in several of his friends during his time in the marines. He saw it every time he looked in the mirror. And he saw it in you.

Your confession only made your relationship stronger with Frank. It helped him understand you on a more intimate level, and helped him figure out what you needed from him when things got bad, or when the shadows of your past came to plague your dreams.

Like they were doing right now.

Frank turned over from his position on his stomach to mold himself against your back, reaching over your hips to grasp one of your hands, lacing his fingers through your own as he brushed his lips against your ear. The little distressed whimpers he heard coming from you broke his heart, and he hoped that he could pull you from the horror film playing in your head before the climax.

“Wake up, sweetheart. C’mon, wake up for me.”

He lightly brushed his thumb along your lower stomach soothingly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, caressing your jaw with featherlight kisses from his plump lips.

“Listen to my voice. Come back to me, baby. C’mon, m’right here.”

He listened intently for the sound of your breathing to become shallow, and a rush of relief flooded his senses when he felt you start to grip his hand for reassurance.

“There ya go, attagirl. Come to me, baby.”

Frank could faintly see the reflection of the moonlight twinkling in your eyes as they shot open. The shuddering inhale that cut through the silence made his heart ache, but he fought through his own emotions to focus on you.

“Frank?”

The smallness of your voice coming out in shattered fragments hurt him more than any wound he’d ever had. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, pressing his lips to your neck in a tender kiss as he whispered delicately into your ear.

“M’here, sweetheart. Right here.”

For a moment he just held you, his thumb tracing invisible shapes against your skin, giving you a moment of space to figure out what you needed in that moment. Sometimes you knew that answer, and sometimes you needed him to find it.

“Need somethin’, honey?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“S’alright. This one wasn’t so bad, yeah? S’gettin’ better?”

The sound of your deep exhale was loud in his ears. He felt the stiffness of fright slowly melt away from your bones as you relaxed into his embrace, and Frank knew he had you back.

“Yeah.”

For a moment it was silent, nothing but the echo of your confirmation and the summertime breeze rustling through the trees lingering in the air.

“Thank you.”

“Never gotta thank me, sweetheart. I wanna help.”

“You do, a lot. Sometimes I feel like…like I ask too much of-”

“Hey, don’t start that.”

Frank heard your soft sigh of protest, and he held you against him that much tighter in his own silent response.

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep.”

There was a twinge of guilt resonating in your soft confession. Frank glanced behind him to look at the clock on the nightstand, the lime green digital numbers reading three seventeen in the morning.

“You hungry?”

“What?”

The tone of your voice was a mixture of perplexity and amusement, but he was just glad you sounded like you again.

“Lemme take ya to breakfast, c’mon.”

“Frank, it’s like-what, two in the morning?”

“Three actually.”

Frank was halfway out of bed, prepared to drag you with him, when you gripped onto his hand and your melodic laughter filled the room. God, he had missed that sound.

“Where are we going for breakfast at three in the morning?”

“That diner down the street ya like. They’re open twenty four hours, and they’re one of the only goddamn places in this city knows how to make fuckin’ hash browns right.”

The more Frank talked, the louder your infectious laughter got, and he found himself grinning from ear to ear with pride.

“What are you talking about? What is the right way to make hash browns?”

The incredulity was clear in your tone, even though you were laughing so hard you could hardly speak.

“Gotta cover ‘em and smother ‘em. Onions, cheese, ketchup, maybe a lil hot sauce. There’s a right way and a wrong way, alright? The fact you don’t know there’s a wrong way means you ain’t ever had ‘em right, and what kinda man would I be if I didn’t fix that, huh?”

Frank didn’t wait for your reply. He lifted you up by your waist and gently folded you over his shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around the back of your thighs as his free hand came down against your ass in a light smack while he grinned widely.

“Now c’mon, baby. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

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hyperfixiation-station · 5 months

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Lighter Pt.2

Ask and ye shall receive :))

TW: Blood, death, angst

Part 1

Part 3

You feel a sense of disconnect, being able to see your own body. It had been that way since you slipped into a coma on the evac. Just you, your body, and the voices.

There are voices, almost uninterpretable, that call to you from beyond the veil. You do not hear the words they say, but you recognize them. They belong to your mother, to your best friend, to a fellow soldier, to all people who have died under your care. They want you to join them, but the voices are faint and do not sway you. Instead, you tether yourself to the man sitting by your bedside. For 12 short hours, he kept you tethered to the mortal plane. And then there was a tightness in your chest and the tether snapped.

It had been an interesting experience. In surgery, you had flatlined 3 times, but each time it felt like there was a tether holding you to your body, keeping you from following the voices. But later, in the ICU with Ghost by your side, you felt the tether disappear. There was a sudden tightness, the first sensation you’d felt since slipping into the coma, and then the tether just snapped. You felt yourself fading, the voices growing louder and louder and louder. Your body tingled and you stretched out a hand, reaching for the voices, wanting to end the discomfort and just go.

But then there was a spark, and you felt as though someone dumped a bucket of cold water over your skin. The voices faded, and you came back to yourself, tethered once more.

“Their heart gave out.” The doctors said, “The combined stress from blood loss and shock sent them into organ failure.” You had watched in sick fascination as you were placed on life support, a machine keeping your heart beating and lungs breathing. For the past 3 days you had sat with Ghost, watching your chest rise and fall and rise and fall in a rhythmic motion.

“Listen, Y/N. I’m not- I’m not big on…on words.” He shifted slightly, “but the doctor said talking is supposed to help you. I don’t bloody know how, but I said I would give it a try. I-” He paused, fidgeting with his gloves, “-I don’t-” He paused again, thinking, “-I’m sorry.” He finally managed to get out.

“About everything. You should never have been on the bloody mission, but when Price said we were working with another team, I jumped at the chance to work with you.” He paused, taking a steadying breath, “Which is stupid, considering I haven’t been able to say ‘I love you’ to your face.”

“And I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry that I never say ‘I love you’, that I’m never affectionate in public, that I don’t compliment you like I should. I'm sorry that I’m such a fucking bastard all the time.” Now that he’s started talking, it's almost like he can’t stop. It feels like you are watching a train that you know is going to crash, and you can’t stop it, but you can’t look away either.

“I’m sor-” His breath catches, “I’m sorry that I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry that you got shot. I’m sorry, I…I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry. I swear, I swear, if you wake up, I will spend every waking moment making it up to you. I will do whatever you want just-” He pauses, hands trembling, “-just please wake up.”

“Please don’t.” You whisper, “Please don’t do this to yourself.” You wrap your spectral arms around him, nestling your chin on his head, trying to provide comfort that neither of you can feel.

He hasn’t left your bedside in 5 days, despite urging from Soap, Price, and even Gaz.

“I’m not leaving them alone. What if their heart gives out for good and I’m not there?” Had been his response every time someone tried to get him to leave. The doctors had only made his stubbornness worse.

“If they can’t breathe on their own, then there is no hope of recovery. We are going to take them off the ventilator tomorrow and put them on a cannula, but if their lungs can inflate on their own, we may have to pull the plug.” The doctor had told Ghost yesterday, face full of sympathy. So now you stood by your bedside, hand on Ghost's back, watching the nurses take you off the ventilator.

It is equal parts disgusting and fascinating, watching them pull the tube from your throat. Disgusting, because they were pulling a tube from your throat, and fascinating, because, well, there was a tube being pulled from your throat.

Almost immediately the tightness is back, squeezing like a vice. It is different this time. The world around you fades, and the voices come back, soft and inviting.

“Come home.” The whisper to you.

Breathe, c’mon you can do this

“We miss you.”

Please Y/N

The air is warm and comfortable, the scent of your childhood home filing the room.

Breathe please, I’m begging you dove

“Come ooooon Y/N!” The voice of your best friend echoes in your ears, drowning out the rest of the world. You reach for him, wanting to join, but something stops you.

BREATHE Y/N

“It's not your time.” Your teammate whispers to you, her hand pushing you back to safety, just like she did the night she died. There is one high-pitched, steady beep in the back of your mind.

Please, Y/N Please!

“Go back.” She says. She shoves you harder and suddenly you are back in the hospital. Ghost is crying, actually crying, and the nurses and doctors are frantically trying to get you to breathe. Your heart monitor is one long, steady line.

“Go back.” She says again to you. She shoves you one more time and everything goes dark.

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xxoxobree · 1 year

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Lost To Love Again

Jake x Fem!Human/Avatar!Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Death

Word Count - 3.7k

Synopsis - With Tommy being gone his brother joins you in the avatar program.

My heart shattered as I looked at my husband lifeless in a cardboard box, his skin pale. "What happened?" I managed to ask trying my best to hold myself together.

"Shot, They took his wallet."

I felt my throat constrict, a lump in my throat I couldn't seem to swallow. I still remember the first time Tommy and I met. I was a young and ambitious scientist, a protege of Grace. I didn't believe in love at first sight, but looking at Tommy in that box made me realize that we loved each other the minute we lay our eyes on each other.

Tommy and I had a whirlwind romance, and it was almost too good to be true. But we were in love, and nothing could stop us from being together. We got married in a small ceremony, just the two of us, and started our life together.

Tommy was the love of my life. He was kind, caring, and always put others before himself. He was a protector, a provider, and my biggest supporter. We were the perfect team, and our love seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.

But now he was gone, and I was left alone to pick up the pieces.

As I looked at him, I saw each of my tear drops fall on his sweet face.

"I'm so sorry baby," I said wiping the tears off his forehead before kissing it.

"Here," I heard one of the undertakers say. I didn't bother to look at him, fixated on my sweet Tommy. "What happened?" I immediately recognized the voice; it was Jake, Tommy's twin brother. I turned my head quickly to look at him, my eyes red and my face stained with tears.

He looked equally as heartbroken but didn't say much. I moved out of the way so that he could see his brother. He rolled forward, pain written all over his face. I couldn't help but cry again, his expression reminding me of my own hurt.

Tommy had always been a happy-go-lucky soul, the life of the party, never one to shy away from anything. He had always been there for me, through thick and thin, a rock upon which I could lean. But now, as I stood there watching him lifeless, it felt like a piece of me had been ripped away from me.

They had now started the cremation process, and I couldn't take it. He was gone forever, and there was nothing I could do to bring him back. I patted Jake's shoulder before walking out of the building, tears heavily rolling down my face.

I tried to console myself the best I could, pacing back and forth, but the pain was too much to bear. I bent down, balancing on the ball of my feet, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to calm myself, failing miserably. The reality of never seeing Tommy again hit me like a ton of bricks, and my heart ached with every breath I took.

Soon Jake came over, positioning himself in front of me before pulling my head into his lap, consoling me. My body shook as I let my sobs out, and Jake held me tightly, giving me the comfort I desperately needed. I couldn't help but thank God that Jake was here at this moment, or else I might have crumbled under the weight of my grief.

It felt like forever, but I finally stopped my crying, standing to my feet. I wiped my eyes before looking at Jake, his eyes full of concern for me. "We should get you home, Y/n," he said softly.

I nodded, my eyes still fixated on the ground. “I want to go to the lab actually," I said to Jake. It was how I usually handled stress, burying myself in work until hours had passed, and I couldn't tell which day it was, my mind occupied to capacity.

He nodded, following my lead. The walk was silent, and I didn't have much to say, lost deep in my mind, knowing that I would leave this planet tomorrow for who knows how long, forever maybe. That brought slight comfort to me, knowing I'd be gone from where Tommy was cruelly taken from me.

As I got to my lab, I put on my lab coat, gloves, and started to work, and within minutes I was lost in my research.

As I looked to my left, I noticed that Jake was still there looking quizzically at a screen that showed a picture of the Na'vi, the inhabitants of the planet I'm to leave for in the morning. I looked at him and let a huff out a little smile on my lips. I had just finished my research and was packing up to leave the office when one of my superiors walked over.

"Looking Good Y/n, don't forget to pack up your research we're heading out early tomorrow," he said.

"Yes, sir," I said, getting up from my chair.

He looked at Jake and then back at me. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was thinking.

"That's Jake Tommy's twin brother," I said, hoping it would answer his unspoken question.

He looked at me like he just got the best idea ever.

"He can take Tommy's place Y/n , in our Avatar program," he said excitedly.

"But he's not a scientist," I rebutted, unsure of what he was asking of me.

"Doesn't matter, they care more about their money not being wasted, so convince him," he said before walking off.

I huffed out a breath, hesitating before slowly walking to the other side of the lab that housed the avatars. It was a familiar routine, but now it was different.

I smiled slightly at the small figures, resting my hand on the amino tank. They were the future of humanity, our ticket to survival and a new world. They would grow en-route to Pandora, the planet we had spent countless years searching for, and eventually inhabit it.

But my heart instantly broke at the sight of the tank that was next to mine, knowing that the last of Tommy's DNA lay inside it.

I heard the faint sound of wheels rolling, and I turned to see Jake entering. "Hey, are they supposed to be the avatars? Tommy told me all about them, even though I never understood," he said, looking around the lab in awe.

I nodded my head, laughing slightly. "Yeah, these little guys are our hope for the future," I replied.

"That one is supposed to be his," I pointed to the tank next to mine.

Jake walked over to it and placed his hand on the glass. "It's amazing to think that a small creature like this could hold the essence of someone like Tommy," he said quietly.

I nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of the responsibility on my shoulders. We had to make sure that these avatars made it safely to Pandora, that they thrived and grew, and that humanity had a chance to live on. No easy feat seeing that the Na'vi wouldn't trust us as far as they could throw us.

I snapped back to reality looking at Jake, wondering how I could possibly convince him to take his brother's place in the Avatar program. I knew that it was a long shot, but it was worth a try. I walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey Jake, can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure," he replied, turning away from the tanks and giving me his full attention.

"I know this might sound crazy, but I need your help," I said, taking a deep breath. "My boss thinks that you could take your brother's place in our Avatar program. It's a long shot, but we need someone who can think on their feet and adapt quickly to new situations. And from what I've seen and been told from Tommy , you have those qualities."

Jake looked at me skeptically. "I don't know, Y/n, I'm not a scientist. I don't know anything about the Avatar program."

"I know, but this is our one chance to get it right. We need someone who can make a difference," I said, my voice rising with passion.

Jake looked at me for a moment, considering my words. "Okay, I'll do it," he said finally.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Jake. I know this is a lot to ask, but I believe in you."

✨ 5 Years Later ✨

It had been a while since we've landed on Pandora, and we were still adjusting to our new bodies or at-least I was. I felt strange in this blue-hued, taller, and leaner body, but Jake was loving it. He was thriving as a Na'vi and even got us back into the good graces of the Omaticaya.

Our team had just finished their daily avatar un-linking routine, and I was rolling Jake's wheelchair towards his desk when he turned to me, eyes shining with excitement.

"How was your day?" I asked, settling him in, hoping for a moment to catch my breath.

"It was great," he beamed.

Jake had this thing about him, a contagious zest for life that drew everyone in, and as always, I found myself getting pulled in deeper every day.

"You should come with me, explore the forest," he said, reaching out to grab my hand.

I hesitated, "I don't know if I'm as skilled as you, Jake."

"Of course, you are," he said, tilting his head, earnest as always.

I couldn't help but let out a giggle at his enthusiasm. "Okay, wheels, see you tomorrow," I said, getting up and patting him on the shoulder.

I didn't go to sleep that night. The anticipation of exploring Pandora had overtaken my body, and my mind refused to shut down. I had been studying the planet and the Na'vi for months, but I hadn't been introduced to the clan yet. I wasn't even sure if they would accept me.

Mostly, I had been staying close to the lab, observing the wildlife and flora from a distance. Grace and Norm had offered to take me with them on several occasions, but I declined. I wanted to explore on my own, to feel the thrill of discovery and the rush of adrenaline as I ventured far out into the forest when I was ready.

To combat my antsy feeling, I did what I do best - bury myself in work. I pulled out every project I started, analyzing each one. But the way everything was connected on Pandora caught my attention. I didn't quite understand it yet, but it was fascinating that it existed.

I worked tirelessly, losing track of time, until I was suddenly jolted by the sound of the bustling of the crew. I rubbed my eyes, adjusting to the lights that were now switched on.

Jake was next to me shortly after, smiling eagerly. I smiled back at how excited he would be to link with his avatar.

"Come on, Wheels," I said, going to my pod, laying down, and closing it.

I woke up in my avatar, my ears twitching at every sound. Still getting used to my super hearing, I walked outside where Jake was already waiting for me. He grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him. I giggled a little at the tiny loin cloth he had on.

"Is that uncomfortable?" I asked

"It's great," he said, smiling.

I laughed at his childlike excitement. As we got deeper into the forest, I couldn't help but admire everything.

As soon as we stepped foot into the forest, I was greeted by a symphony of sounds. The rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the gushing of the rivers - it was as if the forest was singing to me. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and the damp earth.

As we walked deeper into the forest, I came across a grove of trees that glowed with a soft, golden light. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. The trees themselves were ancient and gnarled, but the light made them look otherworldly.

I looked out at the breathtaking view, I knew that I had made the right decision. The vibrant oranges and pinks of the sky reflected in my eyes, filling me with a sense of calm and serenity.

Jake appeared beside me, his signature smirk on his face.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he said, his voice filled with wonder.

I nodded, still unable to form words.

"So beautiful, I should've done this earlier," I finally managed to say.

Jake chuckled. "Better late than never, right?"

"Come, I want to show you something." Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't refuse his offer.

We walked for a while until we arrived at an open field, the grass tall and swaying in the breeze. Jake led the way, and I followed. As we walked, fan lizards suddenly flew through the air, their colorful wings lighting up as Jake laughed at the sight of them. It was a moment of pure magic, and I couldn't help but feel enchanted by the scene.

We continued through the field, and I noticed the ground was soft and spongy like we were walking on clouds. And in the distance, I saw a burst of multicolored flowers, and my heart filled with excitement as we approached.

As we came closer, I saw a circle made of those blooming flowers, and each petal was glowing with a bright light. Jake led me to the center, where a small shimmering pond lay surrounded by the same flowers.

Jake took my hand and led me to the edge of the pond, whispering, "Look, watch closely." As I leaned forward, I saw the reflection of brightly colored fish swimming in the pond. Each fish was glowing in a different color, and their movements were synchronized as they swam in unison.

Mesmerized, I gazed at the scene as time seemed to slow down. It was a moment of pure wonder, one that I knew I would never forget.

As we left the field, the fan lizards flew alongside us as if to say goodbye. Tears welled in my eyes, and I hugged Jake, thanking him.

"Hey no problem, I'm glad you liked it," he said, his head tilted with a smile, his golden orbs locked onto mine.

I looked down bashfully, feeling my cheeks flush. Jake laughed at my demeanor, using his hand to tilt my face so that I could look at him.

"Awe come on, don't play shy with me," he teased.

"Oh shut up Skxawng." I said lightly pushing him, my laughter in the air. "We should get back before grace kills us."

"Oh come on Y/n, loosen up a little, let's have some fun." He said, running and holding my hand, leaving me no choice but to follow him.

"Slow down Jake." I said, trying not to trip over my own feet.

He jumped into a lake, still holding my hand, dragging me in with him. The cold water hit my body, sending a rush over me. I swam to the surface, gasping and letting out a little shriek.

"What the fuck Jake?" I said, looking over to him, laughing. "Come on, that was fun." He said, swimming over to me. I splashed him, laughing along.

"I love this fucking place." He said.

I finally turned my attention to the scene. Everything around us glowed, I watched as the fish swam upstream, the algae in the water a beautiful purple color. A soft smile rested on my face. I looked at Jake to see him looking at me already.

"What?" I asked, a smile still on my face.

"It's almost as beautiful as you." I smiled widely, "you're such an idiot Jake."

I started to make my way to land with Jake behind me.

When I finally reached the shore, I shuddered as the cold air hit my wet body. I was trembling and Jake noticed my discomfort with immediately. "You're shaking like a leaf, let me help," he said, wrapping his body around mine to create warmth. I pulled back to look at him, taking in his handsome features and captivating golden eyes. I couldn't help but notice how close our bodies were, and a deep sense of longing washed over me.

We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever. "Jake?" I whispered, before we both started to lean in. As our lips brushed together, I realized what was happening and wiggled myself out of his hold before things went any further. "Ummm... we should get back," I said awkwardly.

He nodded, leading me back to the lab. As we walked in silence, I couldn't help but think about what had just happened. Am I really attracted to Jake? I knew we couldn't be together. We were coworkers, in laws ? getting involved would be complicated. But still, the temptation was strong.

When we arrived back at the lab, Jake turned to me with a sad smile. "Goodnight ," he said, as he rolled away. I watched him go, feeling a sense of loss I couldn't quite understand. The rest of the night passed in a blur, my thoughts consumed by the forbidden attraction between us.

Despite our little dilemma I was determined not to let it affect our exploration, now that I’ve been out in the forest I was not wasting any more time in the lab.

I rose up from my bed excited to find Jake and convince him to take me out today. And find him I did sitting next to Norm eating breakfast.

I took a seat next to them “good morning you two.” I greeted cheerfully.

“What’s got you so excited?” Norm asked.

“Jake took me out yesterday. And he’s going to today.”

“I am?” He chimed.

“Yesss, now hurry up, my poor avatar is probably still cold.”

“Okay.” He said, scarfing down his food as fast as he could.

We made it to the link units, getting in.

I woke up in my avatar body moments later, a rush of excitement filling me.

_____

I pressed the button to my camera starting my video log. “It's been months since arriving on Pandora, and I couldn't be happier with where I am today. I've seen more of this world than I could've ever wished to see, done more than I could've ever wished to do, and learned more than I ever could've imagined. I've even become one of their trusted teachers and healers, alongside Grace.The only thing left to do is tame an Ikran, but I'm not sure I'm up to the challenge. I sighed, thinking about all the adventures I've been on with Jake. “Oh, how I wished you could’ve been here Tommy to see us thrive and share these experiences. He’s taking good care of me Tommy.” I said ending the video.

I smiled, thinking about all the time that Jake and I seem to be spending now. I loved every crazy adventure he took me on, every silly word that came out of his mouth. I found myself giggling at the memories.

Jake entered the room, settling himself beside me and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"You, actually,and all the craziness you seem to get me into.”

His charming smile always seemed to get to me, making my heart melt. I couldn't help but smile back as he gestured toward the link units.

"Come on, let's go do some more craziness," he said.

I grinned, hopping into the link unit. I opened my eyes, sitting up looking for Jake, who was already on his feet, lending a hand to help me up. I took it, standing up.

"Where to?" I asked, my eyes twinkling with excitement.

He yipped, calling his Ikran, which landed in front of us.

"Are we really?" I said in excitement.

He chuckled at me, nodding. "Now get on."

I quickly ran over, hopping on to the back of him, my hands around his waist before we took off into the night sky, but not without me letting out a high-pitched squeal.

I felt adrenaline rush over my body, and I felt so alive being in the sky with Jake. I put out a hand, feeling the cool clouds on my fingers. Pandora was even more beautiful from this view.

As we soared through the skies, I couldn't help but feel as if time had slowed down. It was just me, Jake, and the vast expanse of the midnight sky. We flew over rocky cliffs, dense forests, and glittering rivers, the wind whipping through our hair.

We landed shortly after, my body still buzzing with excitement. “Thank you so much Jake, I loved it, maybe I will tame an Ikran.” He smiled, taking my hand into his, interlacing our fingers. “Come, let’s sit,” he said, dragging us toward a lake.

We sat with our feet in the water. I watched as glowing fish swam past my swinging feet. Jake scooted closer, taking both my hands into his. I looked up at his glowing face, intrigued by what he was going to say.

“Thank you Y/n for convincing me to go on this crazy journey. I have never felt so alive, thank you for giving me a second chance.” I felt tears brimming in my eyes at his words.

“Oh, don’t go soft on me, sweet girl,” he said, a smile on his face. Before I knew it, we were both leaning in, our lips connecting in the most passionate kiss that we had both longed for.

We pulled away, and I stared into his glowing eyes. “I know it’s complicated and maybe we shouldn’t Y/n, but I love you, I love every moment with you.”

I felt myself freeze for a moment, not knowing what to do with all the emotions I felt. I had been carrying these feelings for months now, and they had finally bubbled to the surface.His glowing eyes searched my face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his handsome features.

I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his in a long, passionate kiss.

As we pulled away, I whispered, "I love you, Jake."

He sighed, pulling back just far enough to rest his forehead against mine. Our noses touched, and I could feel his breath on my skin.

In that moment, I felt whole again, a void that had been empty now filled. I realized that we had both Lost to love again.

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High Note ; HUENINGKAI

PAIRING nonidol!kai , male!reader

GENRE smut 18+ fluff

SYNOPSIS it’s hard not to have a crush on your next door neighbor when he looks the way he does

WORD COUNT 3827

WARNINGS kissing, fingering (reader receiving), nipple play, oral, ass eating (reader receiving), top!kai, bottom!reader, manhandling, kai is huge on consent, usage of both lube and condoms, safe words, aftercare, pet names

♫ old love - yuji ft. putri dahlia

a/n soft dom kai makes me so giddy, i adore him greatly. i hope my potential male readers can enjoy this one! thank you for always supporting my works! NOT PROOFREAD.

Kai has been your neighbor for as long as you can remember. He greeted you the first day you moved in with freshly baked bread, his widely bright smile cultivating you almost instantly. You thanked him with a smile as you took the bread, thanking him for his kindness as you went inside to start unpacking.

You started to see each other often, not that it wasn’t to be expected due to living next door to one another. Taking the elevator down to leave for the bus together, or exchanging numbers to plan on when you’d both arrive home and share a late night snack and drinks. Talking with Kai was easy, comfortable, it didn’t hurt that he was handsome too and he made you feel at ease.

The leaves finally were changing into their fall colored hues, falling onto the sidewalks, kicking them with the tip of your shoes as you walked quietly next to Kai. You both turn to face one another, stopping as you bid the other to go first, Kai asking if you’d like to come over. Frozen in place, the blush evident on the apples of your cheeks, you clear your throat and say you’d be there for sure, Kai smiling saying he couldn’t wait. Your ever growing crush on your neighbor and friend fills you with excitement.

Sitting across from Kai on the heated flooring, you tuck your feet underneath you and shyly thank him for the drink. Feeling his long slender fingers graze yours after handing you the glass makes you shiver, facing away to drink the shot in one go. You compliment the drink, carefully pouring him a drink and falling into a conversation about his favorite comics. The night grows darker, several bottles in, and the conversation turns borderline sentimental as Kai crawls over to lay down next to you. He sighs, staring at the ceiling as he slowly speaks, you clinging to every word spoken, not removing your eyes from his face once.

“Would it make me a bad friend?” Kai asked, turning to face you, your faces now mere centimeters apart.

“What do you mean?”

Kai turns to lay on his side, the closeness of his face to yours making your breath hitch, swallowing a hard lump of nervosa down. His hand runs through your hair stopping to cup the back of your head, watching him as he speaks almost barely audible to you.

“Would it make me a bad friend to kiss you?”

The sentence shocks you, blinking fast as you shake your head saying that it wouldn’t, the blush creeping up your neck to spread across your face surely warm enough under Kai’s fingers.

“Good.”

You don’t have time to reply before the very hand on the back of your head moves down to the base of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. The subtle taste of the snacks and drinks you just ate on his lips as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost into him. His gentleness showed through as he carefully pulled you closer to him, making you gasp between the kiss as your chest bumps against his. Your nerves fill with greed, a neediness that you’ve repressed for so long, lowering your hand to reach under his boxer band but he stops you, his hand gently wrapped around your wrist as he shakes his head.

“I'd rather we do it sober for the first time.”

Pouting, Kai calls you cute, placing another kiss against your forehead as he helps you up off the floor, picking you up bridal style to head towards his bedroom. He gives you a change of clothes to sleep in, instantly liking the baggy clothes that smells exactly like him, asking him to not sleep in the living room and instead lay with you instead. He obliges your wishes, crawling under the covers with you, allowing you to lay your head on his arm saying he didn’t mind if it went numb. Lulling you asleep as he traces shapes rhythmically across your shoulder blade.

Sunlight causes you to wince, shielding your eyes with your arm, grumpily rolling over onto your stomach before sitting up confused. Kai was no longer lying down next to you, peering over the edge to see his slippers gone. Deciding to go look for Kai, you crawl out of bed making sure to make it for him, trudging along the hallway before entering into the living room slash kitchen that was separated by a small built in island onto the left wall by the front door. The instant aroma of food fills your senses as you climbed into one of the island’s booth seats, accidentally scaring Kai by asking what he was preparing.

“A hangover soup, I didn’t know how much we drank and this will help finish sobering us up.”

You smirk, chewing on the tip of your thumb, wiping it dry on your shirt peeking over his side unsuccessfully.

“If we sober up doesn’t that mean you’ll grant my wish from last night?” You asked, the smirk growing on your face as Kai’s hand froze, halting the stirring he was just previously doing. He gives a small smirk that you can’t see due to how he’s standing, Kai turning to face you and size you up.

“Let’s eat and you can spend the night again, no drinks included.”

“Deal.”

A Saturday afternoon filled with snacks of freshly sliced fruits, halloween movies, and cuddling under the fuzzy heated blanket, left you almost forgetting about the deal you two made over breakfast. Remembering the details makes a blush creep up your neck to lay flushed across your cheeks, sipping from your cup of apple cider before turning to stare at Kai.

“Is there something on my face?”

“No.” You blush again, turning away to try and fixate on the tv instead of his gorgeous facial features, holding the cup now purely to distract your hands.

The cup is plucked from your hands and sits onto the coaster on the coffee table, staring at Kai in confusion as he wraps an arm around your waist repositioning himself to lean towards you in between your legs. He’s close, close enough to kiss, and surely close enough to notice how your breath hitched as he smiled at you nonchalantly.

“It’s hard to contain myself around you when you’re wearing my shirt.”

A blush reddens your face, turning to face the tv in embarrassment from his blatant flirting. He places your chin in between his thumb and forefinger bringing you back to face him, his smile so attractive you nearly croak.

“Don’t act all shy now, you’re the one who wanted me last night, is that still true?”

Gulping, you nodding quickly, gasping as he brings you impossibly closer with the arm wrapped around your waist.

“Is that still true?” He reiterated, a pause between each word to get his point across, clearing your throat as you gave him an audible answer of consent.

“Yes.”

Given the ok it doesn’t take long for Kai to press his lips against your own, his lips working in time with yours, the sweet taste of fruit mixed with chocolate filling your senses. The kiss, Kai himself, everything tasted so delicious against your tongue, wrapping your arms around his neck as you greedily climbed onto his lap to deepen it. You needed more and you’d do absolutely anything to get exactly that. Kai’s hands on your hips aiding your quest for more as they guide your sloppy motions into a more beneficial pace for the both of you. Swallowing each other’s moans, getting lost into the pleasure rather quickly, raising yourself up by your knees allowing Kai’s hands to easily slide up underneath your baggy shirt. The softness of his hands finding themselves trailing up your sides and rubbing gentle teasing circles over your nipples causes you to shake, placing a hand on each side of his shoulders to ground yourself. He was painfully skilled making it nearly impossible to think as you tore off the shirt, discarding it mindlessly onto the living room floor, gasping as Kai brings you down to wrap his lips frantically over one of your nipples. His textured tongue swirling around the hardening bud makes you clench the ends of his hair in between your fingers, swearing under your breath with a slight giggle as he pulls it back in between his teeth. Annoyance fills your body as you try to take off his shirt, unable to due to your bodies being too close, tugging at the hem of it.

“Get this off.” You pouted, smiling in triumph as Kai sits up, carefully keeping yourself balanced on his lap as he lifts it off and over his head. His body makes you instantly blush, instinctively reaching out to trail a single hand down his chest to his happy trail, your poor dick hardening at the sight. Kai is quick to notice this, placing his hand over yours bringing it down until your fingers are just barely underneath the band of his shorts.

“This is what you were trying to do last night, hm?”

His voice deepening alongside the sudden assertiveness makes your head swell, unable to speak as your dick is tightly pressed in your pants. He holds no mercy for you, repeating the question until you respond, telling you how good you are for him clearly knowing your praise kink. Soon, you’re sitting in between Kai’s legs, given the permission to take off his shorts, his dick springing out and laying heavy against his abdomen. He was slightly above average and looked incredible, gulping as he tells you to not be shy. Wrapping a hand earnestly around the entire girth, bringing it to rest against your tongue. You figure it doesn’t hurt to tease a little, giving it small licks from just under the head up to the tip, enjoying the pained groans falling from Kai. His right hand reaches down to nest into your hair, fingers wrapped tight around the locks as he slowly tries to push himself past your lips. You’re mindful of your teeth, wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft as you close your eyes, allowing your head to be brought back up and pushed back down. The subtle stretch and intrusion in your throat makes you gag ever so slightly, that being enough to make Kai groan with a smirk heard from his voice, dropping your hand as he pushes himself fully into your mouth. Gagging after a few thrusts, Kai pulls your head back, saliva connecting the two of you as you look at him with hooded eyes, gasping for air beginning to blush as he calls you pretty.

“Come here, baby.” Kai says, helping you to climb back onto his lap. He tells you to grab the lube from the table's pull out drawer, earning a playful slap against your thigh as you tease him for storing lube there.

“Never know when i’m going to have pretty boys like you over,” he teased back, earning a glare from you before he reassured you he was only joking, kissing up your neck and cheek apologizing. It’s hard to be mad at him when he looks the way he does, his slender fingers now coated with a generous amount of lube, rubbing the rim of your hole generously. It’s slightly embarrassing as well as extremely hot, tucking your face into the crook of his neck when he asks if you’re ready. Relaxing, you nod, muttering out a faint “yes please,” before he pushes a single finger in. Your eyes widen from the stretch, clinging to him as he reminds you to relax, relaxing your muscles and breathing as he carefully slips a second finger alongside the first. Kai takes his time with you, just barely pushing the two fingers in and out of you, letting you naturally stretch around the digits. Using his other hand to reapply the lube, you gasp at the contrast of the cold lube and his warm fingers, forcing your body to relax so he’s able to manage a third and final finger. Your head spins from the pleasure building in your limbs, breath fanning against Kai’s throat as you moan incoherently, allowing him to move you as he pleased.

“You ready, baby?” Kai asked, using his free hand to have you face him, your face flushed and eyes hooded as you nodded.

He asks you again knowing he wanted an audible reply, whimpering as you can only coherently beg for him, Kai calming you down with a kiss as he carries you to his bedroom. Gently plopping you onto the bed you go to cover your lap, Kai cooing at your actions whilst moving to pin your arms above your head. His right hand snakes up your legs and past your waist, before railing back down to wrap around the back of your upper thigh. He pulls you close causing you to gasp as you look at him, swallowing hard as his face hardens just the slightest bit. Kai looked incredible, having to suppress from moaning at the visual (not that you had to, Kai seemed to love your vocals anyhow) - - swearing under your breath as he carefully lowered himself onto his knees. Lifting you up by your lower back, you blush behind your hands, your stretched out hole in full view for Kai to see. He takes his time delving his tongue into your greedy hole, clenching around him as he curls his tongue in such toe curling ways. Having your now free hands moving down to brush his bangs out of his face, humming in approval as he pushes a single finger alongside his tongue.

“Fuck.. Kai,” you breathlessly call out to him as he picks up pace with both his tongue and fingers, your toes curling from the growing sensation in the pit of your stomach. You impatiently beg for Kai to fuck you already, whining as he bites down on your inner thigh, telling you to be patient for him.

Watching him grab a condom from the drawer of his bedside table, the pool of heat bubbles in your stomach, swiping your tongue across your bottom lip as you watch Kai roll the rubber on. It was hard to hide your growing impatience and greed for him, smiling sweetly at him when he calls you handsome; reminding you to relax for him. Listening to his instructions carefully, making sure to relax your body and regulate your breathing, covering your mouth with your arm as Kai fixs your hips to align his dick against your hole. Reaching down to interlock one hand with his, you nod when he asks if you’re ready, throwing your head back as he just barely pushes the tip in. He presses kisses against your now exposed throat, slowly pushing himself deeper into you making sure to reapply lube when needed until he finally bottoms out.

“Wait, wait, please.” You begged, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you stared at him, cheeks a shade of light pink as he let you adjust accordingly to the stretch. He’s careful with you making sure to ask if you were ready, nodding and telling him your color was green, Kai understanding your safe word instantly returning to slowly move his hips to move out and back into you. You tighten your grip around Kai’s hand, lewd noises being pulled from you when he wraps a hand around your neglected dick, slowly rubbing the head with the palm of his hand before going down the shaft in slow strokes. The slow drag makes your stomach tighten slightly, embarrassed how sensitive you were especially underneath Kai’s touch.

“So warm, so tight.” Kai swears under his breath but still audible enough for you to hear, his hand picking up pace alongside his thrusts, your brain melting from the overwhelming flow of pleasure. Your dick lays heavy against your abdomen when Kai drops it saying he couldn’t have you cumming yet, whining about the loss of touch, Kai calling you greedy as he lifts your legs to hook over his arms. The change in position causes him to slip deeper into you, tilting your flushed face to the side as he drills into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin making your nerves spark. Kai brings your right leg up to lay over his shoulder whilst reaching down to grab your face, forcing you to face him and keep eye contact.

“Want to see your pretty face.”

His words are like flint to a fire causing your nerves to catch flame and make you feel crazy, begging him to go faster, Kai smirking at you. He doesn’t break eye contact even when your eyes roll back. Your moans become choked out as you start reaching your high begging Kai to cum, gasping in content surprise when Kai manhandles you to change position so you’re on your forearms and knees. His hands spread your ass apart, flustered as he compliments how good you look taking him, hiding your face in your arms as he pressed down your upper half to keep your body in an arch. The way he is animalistically holding you down as he chases his own high makes your head swell, head thrown back with a choked moan as he bites down on your shoulder, cumming as he fills you up with his own arousal. He doesn’t pull out at first, having you cockwarm him until he lets out the very last drop, the drag against your walls making you tremble vigorously as he pulls out. You fall flat against the mattress as you try to catch your breath, Kai pulling off the condom making sure to tie it before tossing it into the trash.

Kai comes back next to you, repositioning you so you’re laid back head first onto a pillow, his hand brushing your sweat matted bangs out of your eyes. He pressed gentle kisses against your forehead allowing you to catch your breath before standing up to grab you each a bottle of water. Opening it and helping you sit up, he presses the opening to your lips, helping drink the water until you are satisfied, gasping for air after not realizing how thirsty you were.

“Calm down, love, you’ll make yourself sick.” He teases lovingly as he takes a few gulps from his own water, setting both bottles away as he asks if you’re ready to get cleaned up, nodding.

“Wait, put me down, what are you doing?”

You laugh as Kai picks you up bridal style carrying you towards the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the toilet seat as he corrects the shower temperature. He has you check it, giving him the ok once it’s to your preference, blushing when Kai helps you step into the shower so you don’t trip on the slightly risen bottom due to the glass slide doors. It’s quiet besides the sound of the shower and Kai gently guiding you as he washes your hair, humming from the scalp massage he was giving you. Finishing with your hair he goes to help wash you up, a blush covering your skin as he slowly leans forward to speak in your ear.

“Spread your legs for me, ok?”

Listening you spread your legs apart for Kai, leaned just enough for Kai to slip his hand in between your legs, washing you. Biting back your moans, you glance over your shoulder, stomach blossoming in warmth seeing his wet bangs hanging over his face. He looked so handsome like this, turning away when he caught you staring, teasing you by asking if there was something on his face. Shaking your head you tell him that he looked handsome, Kai thanking you as he places a slap against your ass as he finishes up. The two of you help each other finish washing up, giggling as Kai takes the shower head and waves the wand so that water rinses you off faster. Shaking your hair towards him like a wet dog, he playfully pokes your side making you yelp. Deciding you both have played in the water long enough, Kai turns off the water and has you step out first. Wrapping a towel around your hips, Kai helps you step out of the shower, letting you guide him to the bathroom mirror and vanity by his hand, sitting down on the counter. You hand the blow dryer to Kai who accepts it with no questions asked, turning it on the correct setting and starts drying your wet hair. His fingers combing through makes you hum once more, his nails occasionally scratching against your scalp in a nice massage.

“Let me help you,” you quipped, hopping off the counter and asking Kai to sit down, starting the process of drying his hair in return. Kai’s content expression makes you happy as you turn off the hair dryer, unplugging it and fixing Kai’s bangs that cover his eyesight. He reaches for your hand, interlocking your fingers, guiding you back to the bedroom to get dressed (not that you were in any rush to see him clothed). Kai hands you a pair of boxers and another one of his baggy shirts, teasingly flirting with you as he pressed flirty kisses up your neck to your cheeks. Once both of you are dressed and the sheets have been changed, you crawl into bed, whining for Kai to come cuddle you. He of course obliges, crawling into bed next to you, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. The scent of his body wash and shampoo makes your heart melt happily at the scent, instinctively burying your noise into the crook of his neck as you inhale his scent.

“Are you having fun?”

“Mhm, you smell really nice.”

“You’re too cute,” Kai said with a smile, lifting you up to lay on his chest giving your face wet kisses making you laugh and pull away. Wiping your face you tease him by saying he’s gross, Kai sticking out his tongue saying you loved it, nodding as you settled back into his arms. Exhausted from the evening as it was nearing three in the morning, you yawn whilst closing your eyes and settling down. Kai asks if you’re ready to head to bed nodding as you finally get comfortable, Kai’s comforting habit of tracing shapes against your skin lulling you to sleep so easily.

“Goodnight, I love you.”

Kai snuggles you closer to his chest as if giving you a tight squeeze, leaning down just enough to press a kiss against the crown of your head before laying back down.

“I love you too, angel.”

Smiling happily as you fully relaxed and let yourself fall asleep, warm and content wrapped up in Kai’s embrace.

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eeunoia · 1 year

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ENHYPEN Mini Series

ENHYPEN as Taylor Swift Songs

pairings: enhypen member x reader

synopsis: enhypen one shots based on taylor swift songs.

warnings: may content angst, cursing etc.

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yang jungwon › here

midnight rain

— your heart broke when you saw him pushed himself off from the wall he was leaning on. like usual, jungwon flashes you his brightest smile. pursing your lips and balling your fist, you tried shoving away the pain that is slowly suffocating your chest.

— “love! how was it?” he sounded hopeful, waiting expectantly for the news you will tell him. jungwon was so ready to congratulate you for good news and to comfort you for the opposite.

— you lift your eyes and his smiles slowly faded once he saw them filled with tears. he panicked and walked closer to cup your face, but you moved away from him. he looked confused and hurt at the same time.

— you glanced away, couldn’t take to look at him in that state. “h-hey, what’s wrong? what happened, bun? let’s talk...” he said. you bit your lower lip, feeling your chest tightening in a very hurtful way. it was the worst feeling.

— you let out a heavy sigh before finally facing him. with cold, but tearstained eyes, you tried to keep your stare at his confused sad eyes. “i don’t think i can do this anymore, jungwon. i’m sorry, but let’s break up.”

lee heeseung › here

back to december

— “waah, lee heeseung really did make it.” your head shifts to your side and saw how the staffs around you watch him over the monitor with adoration through their eyes. a small smile made it to your face before you looked back to watch him once again.

— “i’m so proud of you.” you mumbled to yourself and felt the corner of your eyes slowly burning just by getting reminded of how perfect lee heeseung was for you.

— “i’m happy you make time to meet me! how’s the first day of concert?” your smile was wide while you hold the gift you prepared for him. he walked closer, but not too close. he looked at you silently, roaming his eyes around your face.

— “it was fine.” he answered shortly. you pursed your lips, wanted not to spoil the mood. “congratulations to your tour!” tone a bit stretched out now. he nodded his head and his eyes trailed down to the gift you are holding.

— “what are you really doing here, y/n?” he finally asked. you gulped and your hold to the paper bag tightens as you looked at him. “i m-missed you.”

park jay › here

cruel summer

— “we're planning to go out of town this summer break, y/n! how about you?” your head snapped over to your group of friends the moment you heard one of them talked to you. as you look at them, all eyes were at you, waiting for your response.

— you flash them an apologetic smile, “sorry guys! my brother is coming home this summer break from his college university so i’ll spend it with him.”

— you leaned closer the mirror and checked your reflection, making sure to look keenly at every details. you looked okay, but you wanted to make yourself more presentable. “y/n! your brother’s here!” your mom shouted. your eyes grew and your heart raced rapidly just by hearing her say those words.

— “oppa!” you greeted happily and ran towards your brother. he chuckles and return your hug. you are excited to see him, but what excites you more is the person he came along with.

—“hey, angel.” you twist your head to see him towering over you, him who looked even more handsome than the last time you met. your brother’s best friend, park jongseong. the person you’ve been looking forward to every summer.

jake sim › here

style

— “i’m here.” you heard his raspy voice from the other line as you walked over your window. you moved the blinds and heart skipped a beat just by seeing his car parked right outside of your house, headlights off.

— “hey.” he greeted the moment you went inside his car. his eyes were hooded and obviously tired, but that didn’t even lessen his godly visual. for you, jake sim always looked ethereal.

— you smiled, blushing. “hi.” you shortly replied. his eyes racked from your face down to your body. “you dressed for me. cute.” he commented, hand reached over to pull you close.

— you hitched your breath as you let him take over and finally give you his warm soft kisses. your heart almost burst outside your chest because of the million emotions only him can make you feel. “i missed you so bad.” he whispered. “i’ve been thinking of you all time.”

— you know its not right anymore. you two had been here before, but you always find yourself with the same ending. a lot of people always says that you two are meant for each other, but something’s always not right. you knew that and jake too. you just don’t understand why even being aware of it, you always find yourself running your way back over to his arms.

park sunghoon › here

the way i loved you

— this toxic relationship with sunghoon is tiring you. “stop the car.” you said. he furrowed his brows and looked at you, checking if you’re being serious. you two just had another fight, and honestly you’re getting enough of it.

— he did stop the car and even before you open it, he said something. “the moment you leave, we’re done.” he said coldly. you halted from stepping outside and felt your heart crack. but you knew you needed it and so you did. you left him.

— “jake’s so sweet, y/n! i envy you for having him as your boyfriend!” one of your friends exclaimed right after jake left your table to go order some food. you gave them a small smile. they’re right. jake is really the best boyfriend. he treats you very well.

— “see you tomorrow, baby.” jake said with a soft smile. you nodded and waved before going inside your apartment. a sigh made it out from your lips after you sat down at your couch. you don’t understand why despite being treated right by jake, you still long for sunghoon. and you honestly feel bad.

— it was raining hard so sunghoon’s brows were hardly furrowed while he head over his door after hearing a doorbell. he opens it and quickly, the annoyed expression over his face was replaced with a surprised one. “y/n?” he uttered seeing you standing in front of his unit, all drenched.

kim sunoo › here

enchanted

— “tada! how do i look?” your head twists over the side when you heard your friend talked. she’s wearing this fitted sexy dress while smilig at you. “you look good! where are you going?”

— she flashed you a confused face, “what do you mean ‘me’? You mean ‘us’, right?” she said and you sighed out tearing your gaze away from her. “no. i still have a paper to write.” you were quick to decline. of course, she didn’t let it quickly and forced you out of your dorm that night.

— holding this red cup, wearing an awkward smile over your face, you sat down at one of the sofas inside this huge frat house. yes, your friend succeeded on taking you and now, you have no idea where she went.

— you thought you’ll have the worst night again, until you set eyes to the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. even in the flickering party lights, you managed to see how shiney they were. the next thing you knew, he was walking towards you. “new face. glad to see the crowd finally getting interesting.” he said using this soft voice, opposite from his dangerous smirk.

— you chuckle, blushing. “i know right. i totally stood out since i’m alone.” you said getting along with him. he chuckles and soon offered his hand, “sunoo. my name is kim sunoo.” and the first time, you found yourself enchanted.

nishimura riki › here

don’t blame me

— “please, y/n! don’t break up with me this way.” you sighed and rolled your eyes as you had enough of all of these. “my words are final. now, i have to leave.” and with that, you left your ex-boyfriend with head hanging low.

— you thought relationships are easy to control. that you’ll be always the one who will in the upper-hand and that nobody will ever make you go crazy in love. not until nishimura riki happened.

— you clenched your jaw and fist tightly as you stood in front of ni-ki. “you really went over this time, y/n.” one of your friends said as she stares at you. glancing at her, you gave her with a piercing gaze. “i don’t care! that girl deserves it! she’s a bitch—” you were cut off when ni-ki talked.

— “that’s enough.” he said in a cold tone. he stood straight, towering over you. it didn’t intimidate you, but your heart aches by the thought that he’s still cold towards you. “we’re going home.” he said, directly to your friends before he held your hand and starts pulling you.

— a tear left your eyes, but you let him pull you. “you don’t love me.” you uttered. he sighed. “i do.” he shortly replied. tears started to come out your eyes even more, “then why am i the only one this crazy for you?” you said tone sounding so upset towards him. ni-ki stopped from his track and cupped your face. “i am too. i just express it differently.”

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n3llieelle · 1 year

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Can you do an angst/comfort Leon x reader where Reader is in a depressed state and while going on a walk, she bumps into Leon. They end up having a cute movie night at Leon’s house with cuddles and food?

I need some love from Leon. >~<

YES OFC I CAN!!

I haven’t done angst at all, so this is probably gonna suck ass atleast I tried though that is all that matters.

Anyways the angst part is about the fem! reader loosing her parents bc I couldn’t think of anything else I am very sorry!’ I didn’t know how to end it but I eventually thought of something.

— Restless Comfort

Pairings: ID! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: What the request said.

Cw. Angst to Fluff, death of parents, grieving /mourning of death, kissing, age-gap (The reader is like a couple years younger than him), Leon being shy/embarrassed, reader slowly falling in love w Leon, cuddling, waking up ontop of him, and Leon admitting he loves you and you do reciprocate back. :)

Character Count: 19.9k

On a cold September evening, you were walking arms crossed underneath your chest through the park. The sun had disappeared, leaving only a bitter layer of light in the sky behind the clouds. Your breath left small puffs of cloud in front of your face as you walked. It was getting darker now too. The park was empty except for you and the occasional bird that swooped by from time to time.

You sighed deeply as the cold air brushed against your cheeks, as you thought of attending your parents funeral today. They ’d been married nearly three years already, and yet the loss was still raw to you. They had always been so supportive when you needed it, but now you were alone in this world with no one to turn to, nothing to fall back on. Not for the first time, you wished you had someone at home to take care of you, someone who could make sure you took care of yourself.

Shaking your head, looking down at the pond you sat before. You were watching the ducks swim around lazily, their feathers brushing along each other every now and then, creating tiny waves beneath their surface. Your eyes drifted over them as you let out another deep sigh, the sound carrying off across the quiet of the area.

You decided it wouldn’t be best to attend, but you couldn’t bear to let yourself not say any words to them. After all, they were the people you would have to live with now until you found your place in life.

Besides, never getting to tell them how you been holding up these last few months is not an option either, you reasoned with yourself. So, instead, you turned, making your way toward the parking lot, which you bumped into a tall attractive looking man. As he stumbled backward, trying to regain his balance, you saw he also wore sunglasses. You frowned in confusion before he spoke. “Oh geez, I’m sorry ma’am. Are you alright?” He asked politely, reaching out for you, helping steady you.

“I’m fine thank you. I apologize too for bumping into you. I wasn't watching where I was going,” you apologized, giving him an apologetic smile. His gaze flickered meeting your eyes. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, but pushed away from the uncomfortable and embarrassing moment. You cleared your throat before stepping away, you said, “Well…I’ll just get going now. Goodbye…”

Just as you turned to leave, you heard his voice calling after you, “Wait a minute.” Your eyes immediately shot up, and you saw that he was smiling. You didn’t know what to say as the silence stretched between the two of you. “What’s your name?” he asked finally, breaking the silence. Your stomach dropped at the question, and you felt the urge to run.

What the hell do you tell a stranger?

Should you even give him your real name, or just a fake one?

Oh no, this isn’t good at least not at this time.

You opened your mouth to respond to him, but he interrupted before you got the chance, saying quickly, “That’s okay! No need to answer if you don’t want to. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry for bothering you…I…uh…well…” you watched as he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “Never mind,” and turned on his heel, striding back towards his car that was parked some distance from yours. You watched, slightly dumbstruck as he climbed into his expensive looking car.

A couple minutes later and you heard the engine revving loudly and he drove off slowly, disappearing from view. You shook your head, laughing to yourself silently, amused at his strange behavior.

How did he get so flustered all of a sudden anyway?

Was there something about you that made him seem like a total idiot?

Maybe he was just really awkward?

Who knows, maybe you are just being dramatic, you thought, shaking your head again as you began to drive homewards.

The rest of the night flew by uneventfully, and before you knew it, tomorrow morning arrived and your family gathered in the parlor room, ready for their final viewing of your parents. You had cried during the whole ceremony, though you tried desperately to conceal that fact.

After the service, you sat in the living room, talking to some of your closest friends that had came. Jill and Claire were the one’s always there for you even when you were little, but this event that took place was not merely giving you guilt it was more so a grievance that would haunt you for the rest of your life. Your parents were murdered. You lost your mother, and your father. And yet somehow you managed to try and pull yourself together by going to live with Jill & Claire. It was hard for you to believe sometimes how far you'd come since then. But as you stood there next to one of your best friends, Claire told you she invited one of her friends to join them as well.

She had gone out to the lobby fetching him bringing him over to where you were, your eyes began to meet his once again. He seemed just as shocked to see you as you were to see him, but you simply smiled at him warmly. Claire introduced both of you to each other, but you weren’t really listening to them. Your focus was solely on the man you had met earlier, and who hadn’t looked quite as flustered anymore. In fact, he looked almost smug.

His eyes danced with amusement, and suddenly you found yourself unable to take your eyes off him as you continued to smile shyly. Finally, he broke the eye contact, shifting awkwardly, his eyes darting to the ground. You blinked several times wondering if you’d actually seen something pass through his blue eyes, like electricity sparking through the air. When your trance was broken, you tore your gaze away from the man, focusing instead on what Claire was saying.

You nodded absently at her explanation, not even realized what was happening in the conversation until it ended abruptly, Claire having noticed your distraction as well. You turned to look up at the man standing before you with distance once more, feeling a bit sheepish. He must have noticed your glance as he chuckled softly, glancing up briefly, giving you a wink. It was then that you realized that he was gazing at you. Noticing that he was taller than you, much taller than you, with broad shoulders and strong arms. You gulped, taking another quick glance at him, and you felt your body temperature raise.

It took all you had in you not to avert your eyes in his direction, embarrassed by your own reaction. You were supposed to be grieving but you couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach that you felt as he looked at you.

Why do I feel this way?

Why am I falling for a complete stranger that happens to be handsome?

As if sensing your internal turmoil he smirked. He gave you one last lingering look before turning away and whispering something to Claire. She replied to him, giggling. You got up from your seat dusting your skirt off, telling them that you have to take a call and will be back soon, leaving the parlor. Walking to the closest room in the building, it was small, however, could possibly be a dressing room of some sort. Pulling your cell phone from your pocket, you hit speed dial 3 on speed dial, and waited patiently for someone to pick up on the other end.

‘Please pick up, please answer. Don’t hang up, please don’t...’ you kept repeating in your mind, the number didn’t answer. You paced in a circle trying to dual it again, but it was no hope. The door closed behind you, someone coming from behind you grabbing you hand over your mouth, so that you wouldn’t scream as you tried to fight against the person, tears filling your eyes.

They pulled their hand away from your face, letting out a sigh of relief once they saw that it was only you. ‘Thank god…’ you thought relieved, but the person who had grabbed you turned you to look at them. “Didn’t mean to make ya think I was gonna hurt ya..” you heard him mumble. You were still stunned at seeing him again after all you been trying to avoid him, but his apology made you relax. You didn’t trust yourself enough to talk at first as a blush spread across your cheeks. “It’s all right, I forgive you…” you whispered.

He let out a small chuckle before replying, “Good…” he trailed off staring at you intently. Your heart began beating fast as he moved closer to you. You gulped nervously as your breathing increased, “So um…who are you exactly?” You questioned nervously, your fingers rubbing against the fabric of your dress trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. He chuckled lightly before speaking.

“My name is Leon,” he said, “Leon Kennedy…”. At hearing his name you felt like something inside you clicked in understanding, “Oh! You must be Claire’s friend, right?” you asked. “Yeah…that’s me. Nice to meet you.” He responded, a grin plastered across his face. His hands rested lightly on his hips as he leaned down to speak with you, which gave you an unobstructed view of his chest, as well as his eyes. “I never caught your name earlier…I was trying to ask you, but I didn’t want to put pressure on you, you know?” he explained. You chuckled nervously, feeling your cheeks begin to flush red once more. “I see…my name is Y/N….”

“Nice to meet you once again.” he remarked. “What are you doing here anyways? I thought Claire told you it was my parents funeral before she invited you..” He could hear the worry break in your voice at the mention of Claire’s words. He sighed inwardly. “Yeah…I know, Claire mentioned something about that earlier.” He paused, “I guess I should have known that you’d be attending it, since it’s your parents….” He spoke softly, placing his hands around you bringing you into him for a hug. You froze up in his arms, unsure of what you were supposed to do.

For some reason, you felt safe in his arms, like you belonged there. You breathed a sigh of relief as you held onto him for what seemed like forever, enjoying his security.“I…I-“ You said hesitantly wrapped your arms around his middle hugging tightly to him, while letting your tears just come pouring down the sides of your cheeks.

You were grateful that he did not push you away, and you were content that he did not leave keeping you in comfort due to the loss.

Eventually, he gently eased you apart from him, looking straight into your eyes, wiping the remaining traces of your tears from your cheeks. “Better?” he asked. You sniffed nodding your head, “Yeah…thanks…” You said softly, he wiped a few stray tears from under your eyes, leaving you to feeling embarrassed.

There was silence between the two of you. He seemed hesitant to say anything else, but he finally decided to take matters into his own hands. “You know… I haven’t gotten the chance to thank you properly for inviting me to come here…” he said moving to stand directly in front of you.

You looked into his eyes, trying desperately to memorize every feature of his face, “Yea..” you murmured, as the corners of his lips upturned into a slight smirk. He placed one of his hands on your cheek pulling you close towards him, making you gulp nervously, his thumb softly stroking your cheekbone. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet you sooner…” he said softly, his eyes searching yours.

You shook your head, “Don’t be sorry…” you said, “I’m glad Claire invited you and that you had even showed up…” you admitted quietly as the both of you stared at each other deeply. Your hands found their way to his chest, resting comfortably on his bare skin, and he gazed down at you as if you were everything he’d ever wanted, and more.

Suddenly, as if a switch had flipped somewhere deep inside of him, his body tensed. His dark eyes widened as a look of horror appeared on his face. You frowned in confusion, “What’s wrong?” you asked worried. He seemed as if he were struggling to breath. “Are you okay? What is it?” you questioned.

“it’s just that esrlier I was going to ask if I could get your number, but I think it is such a bad time this moment…” he muttered almost too low to be heard. His hands began to shake slightly, his knuckles turning white in a visible sign of panic. You narrowed your eyes at his behavior.

‘Why does he seem uneasy?

And why do I feel anxious?’ you wondered in frustration, clenching your fists tightly, ‘Why do I feel like something is going to happen?’ you continued to ponder on your thoughts, not noticing Leon standing beside you. You were too lost inside your own mind to notice the man standing next to you.

“Well..uhhh” you stuttered looking at the male in front of you, “You can have it if that makes it up…maybe we could go grab some coffee or see a movie?” you suggested.

He smiled at the offer, “Sure…that sounds perfect. I think it has been a long time since I went out to dinner anyway.” he said chuckling sheepishly. ‘A date?!’ your mind screamed in excitement, your body becoming lightheaded. ‘I have a date with my bestfriend’s friend?!.' you thought excitedly. “Let me get my keys and say goodbye to Claire so we can head out.” Leon stated, grabbing his keys out of his pockets and opening the door to walk out of the room followed by you back into the parlor.

Saying goodbye’s to your friends and family as well you stepped outside, waiting for Leon to open the car door for you. After saying goodbye to everyone you climbed into the passenger seat and waited for Leon to join you. As soon as he got into the car he started the engine, backing out of the driveway.

A few seconds later you couldn’t help but notice his hands were shaking again, his knuckles white from how hard he was squeezing the steering wheel. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern, deciding it would probably be better for him if you didn't say anything. Instead, you chose to focus your attention outside of the window instead, watching the scenery rush past you quickly. Leon cleared his throat breaking the tense silence. "Sorry, my hands are a little shaky." he apologized, "I've never been in this area before." he explained.

You knew this was a lie, so you just played along.

You nodded in acknowledgement before taking a glance over to him, you were surprised to find he was looking right at you, his blue eyes gazing at you intensely, causing goosebumps to form along your skin.

"Do you live nearby?" you asked, suddenly nervous when he turned his gaze away from you. He nodded, “Yes..in fact, my house is not far from here actually.” You hummed nodding in approval before returning your eyes back outside.

The only thing on your mind now was your upcoming date and whether or not Leon is going to remember you. “So uh…” you began awkwardly. “What exactly are we going to do when we get there?” you asked after awhile of staring out the window, hoping he might be able to give some sort of response to your question. “Well…I suppose I should tell you all about myself first then, huh?” He chuckled as he took one hand off the steering wheel to fix the hair that fell across his forehead. You rolled your eyes smiling fondly at him before answering, “Alright, shoot” you replied.

Your eyes trailed slowly over to the side of him, noticing that he was still holding his hand on the steering wheel. You grabbed your bag strap pulling it tighter against yourself. The air became tense. You didn’t like the way the atmosphere felt, like it was getting darker and darker. When you had arrived to his house, taking off your shoes before you came in. He went to make popcorn and started up the movie.

Once finished with that he walked over to the living table where you sat and set the bowl of popcorn, and drinks down in front of you sitting dowm.

After a few minutes into the movie you fell asleep resting your head against his shoulder, which woke you up once Leon had placed you carefully on the couch. “(Y/N), wake up…” He whispered softly rubbing your arm soothingly.

You blinked your eyes groggily before lifting up your head slightly to see Leon’s face, “mmhm…Just a few more minutes…” you would groan, yet he moved you laying a pillow on his lap as you slept with a blanket thrown over you, his arm on your back rubbing light circles helping you drift back to sleep. Once you were asleep he carried you to his bed placing you next to him, tucking you kissing your forehead gently, “Sleep well, princess.” before resting his eyes taking in some sleep next to you.

*****

It was late afternoon and you woke up half asleep finding yourself lying ontop of Leon’s chest and he was still fast asleep, but his arms wrapped around you. You felt comfortable in his strong hold and your dreams were filled with nothing except him.

When your eyes fluttered open, you realized that you hadn’t dreamed, and that you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. It was definitely a pleasant surprise though. You smiled lightly before shifting yourself to look up at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. That’s when he woke up. His face immediately turning red, as he shot his eyes open.

“Hey sleepy head…” you cooed at him teasingly, running your finger across his chest. He turned his gaze shyly “Good morning...I was beginning to wonder when you would awaken, but I had decided that you were uncomfortable on the couch so I brought you in my room to sleep….ending up falling asleep myself. How embarrassing am I right?” he muttered quickly, averting his gaze. You giggled, “You are so embarrassed. I find that cute!” you grinned letting out a small laugh.

“Oh no, please don’t tell anyone else, they will tease me.. .” he joked laughing at the same time, you rolled your eyes playfully. “Okay I won’t tell anyone…but, maybe you should let me stay with you more often.” you suggested jokingly. He raised an eyebrow at you, “Hmm…are you sure? Because I think Claire might get the wrong idea....” he teased. You gave him a stern look, “And if she does? She can’t do anything about what she doesn’t know….” you smirked, making him raise his eyebrows even higher. Your face turned pink when you realized what you had just implied. He stared into your (e/c) eyes for a while, a smile appearing on his lips, “Don’t worry I won’t push you to tell her about us if you prefer to keep our relationship under wraps.” That smile sent shivers down your spine and caused your heart to begin pounding in your chest, your palms starting to sweat slightly.

Before you had a chance to respond he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second before moving his face closer to yours as your faces were inches apart, you opened your mouth to speak when he spoke. “I’ll always make sure our secret stays between the both of us…no matter what…” he breathed.

Your breath caught in your throat, the heat building up inside of you growing stronger than before. He pulled away, his face blushing slightly while you felt as if you were floating. He leaned back in closer and pressed another kiss against your forehead. Then finally closing the gap between your two faces, he kissed your lips tenderly, brushing them with your own. Feeling yourself melt into the kiss you parted your lips, allowing him entrance. This kiss wasn’t filled with passion but it was gentle and sweet. It was different from any other kiss that you had shared before.

He held onto the back of your neck, gently pushing you further into the kiss. He tasted of coffee and mint toothpaste as his tongue explored your mouth. This kiss was short lived however as the two of you pulled apart, gasping for air. A small chuckle escaped your lips as he laid your down gently onto the bed.

He laid down beside you wrapping his arm loosely around your waist, “I love you, Y/N” He mumbled quietly. “I love you too, Leon.” you responded, giving him a kiss on the lips. The rest of the night was filled with soft kisses and cuddles with his arm draped protectively over your waist. Neither one of you said anything, knowing that there wasn’t really needed to be.

All you could feel is pure happiness with him.

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