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maple-the-awesome · 2 years

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Peter, We Have A Problem ||

Pairing: (Any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 4,000

Overview: Aunt May and your parents visit for dinner, but instead of having a peaceful night with family like you had ordinally hoped for, your husband and yourself are stressed with the task of hiding an unexpected problem from your relatives, one that could expose Spiderman's true identity if you aren't careful enough.

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Note: This can be seen as a continuation of 'The Hidden Threat'

Even from your spot in the kitchen, you can hear the living room TV echoing. Every couple of minutes, you'll take a short break from your work to peek around the corner, smiling contently at the sight that always greets you. For the last hour since he returned home, Peter has been sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the couch, his arms wrapped around your son who is placed on top his lap. Both Parker boys carry the same hypnotized looks on their faces, their mouths slightly agape with their eyes glued on whatever episode of Sesame Street is currently playing on the TV, although, you doubt the youngest understands most of it. He's likely just happy to be with his daddy.

While Peter keeps an eye on the baby, you've gotten to work on making dinner. About a week ago, you had made plans with both your parents and Aunt May to have dinner together. While they claimed that a family visit has been long overdue, it's clear they're mainly wanting to spend more time with the baby, not that you could ever blame them for being entranced by such an adorably cubby face.

Little Benjamin Reilly Parker was born on June 14th with a small fluff of brown hair upon his head and a healthy weight of 7.6 pounds. Needless to say, after months of constant illness, mood swings, and relentless kicking from the baby, you were very eager to finally meet the little monster as was your husband.

Benjamin is only six and half months old, yet he already has his daddy wrapped around his finger, Peter happily taking on the role of a doting father regardless of what it entails. If Ben's hungry, he'll volunteer to cradle him with a bottle no matter the hour. If Ben wants to play, you can expect to find your husband sprawled across the carpet with the baby lying next to him in his activity gym. If Ben is being extra fussy with you during the night, you bet Spiderman is going to kick someone's ass much faster so that he can sooner get home to his son.

Speaking of Spiderman, Ben doesn't seem to notice a difference between the hero and daddy. The second Peter crawls through the window, Ben is already reaching out to him with a smile and endless babbling, knowing all too well who's under the mask. About a month ago there had even been a few pictures on the Daily Bugle of Spiderman stopping to say 'hello' to young mother and her baby. Of course, you played dumb when your parents called to inquire about the incident, agreeing with them that Spider must not be able to resist such a cute baby while also secretly elbowing Peter who had laid his head against your shoulder with a smirk as he listened in.

If there's one good thing about Ben's young age, it's his inability to talk so far. You've brought the worry up to Peter a few times, quizzing him on what he'll do if lil’ Ben ever starts referring to Spiderman as dad in front of people. Peter often chooses to brush the question off, insisting that Ben's young enough for the two of you to convince people he just thinks of his dad as a superhero, although, you're personally not convinced with that plan. Eventually, your son will have to be taught to keep his father's secret just that, but for now, it isn't too big of a concern, after all, Ben has yet to even say his first word. It's not like he'll suddenly say 'hey, Spiderman's my dad' the next time you take him to the store.

Peter's arms snake around your waist as you stir the pasta noodles, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck which draws a smile from you," May just texted a few minutes ago. They’re almost here.”

He just nods, smiling against the exposed skin of your neck.

“You know, she offered to bring a meatloaf, too."

Even without seeing it, you know he's making a face by the sound he makes alone, hiding himself further away in your hair," thank goodness you're cooking. Don't ever tell her, but your cooking is way better than hers."

"Now Peter, I can't lie to Aunt May. I promised to tell her everything," you giggle when glancing back at him, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout as he whines your name," I'm joking. You know your secrets are always safe with me, my dear.”

Peter hums in satisfaction, pressing a couple of quick kisses starting at the crook of your neck to your cheek before pulling himself away to grab the glass of water he originally came into the kitchen for. Meanwhile, you turn off the stove and go to grab some cream cheese from the fridge, subconsciously glancing towards the living room where you should've seen Ben sitting in either his bouncer or laying in his activity gym in front of the TV, but he's in neither spot," did you put Ben in the crib?"

Peter pulls the water glass away from his lips, raising an eyebrow at your strange question," no? I laid him down on his blanket so that he could play with his toys.”

It only takes you two steps to enter the living room. Seeing that your apartment isn't huge, neither are any of the rooms, therefore, you have a full view of the floor just from where you stand. At first, you expect to discover Ben either rolling or crawling around the carpet as such as been a habit of his ever since he first learned to rock his body about a month ago, but instead, you didn't see your child anywhere, making your heart drop into your stomach.

"Peter, he's not here."

"What do you mean ‘he's not here’?" You husband doesn't sound concerned, the meaning behind your words not processing in his mind.

You walk around the room distraughtly, looking on the other side of the coffee table and the two small couches," I mean he's not here. I don't see him!"

It only takes seconds for Peter join you in the living room, panic sketched across his face when he realizes you aren't just pulling his leg. The baby really is nowhere in sight causing both of you to franticly search for him, your minds racing as would any parent's if in your situation.

"I only left him for a minute at best! How could he have crawled away that fast? Babies aren't that fast, right?" Peter runs down the hallway, his eyes scanning the floor in search of his son. He even looks around the bedroom and bathroom despite both doors having been shut just on the off chance that Ben somehow got inside.

"I don't see him, Peter! How-How could he have just disappeared like this? How did we lose our baby?!" You get onto the ground yourself, checking under the couches and tables then dashing into the kitchen in hopes that lil’ Ben had tried crawling in there after his father. No luck.

"Maybe we're just missing him?"

"How do you miss a baby, Peter!? It's a baby!" Your hands are on your head, your fingers digging into your hair as you face your husband, your thoughts racing over how terrible of a mother you must be to lose your six-month-old baby.

"I don't know-!" Peter doesn't finish his sentence, instead jumping back when a small drop of water hits his forehead. Even you notice, both of you looking up ever so slowly from each other to where the droplet had fallen from. The sight makes your eyes widen and hearts race even more than they have been if that's even possible.

"...Peter?"

"...Yes, dear?"

"W-What the fuck?!"

Both of your eyes are locked on the ceiling, or better put, on your son;your six-and-a-half-month-old son who is hanging upside down directly above your husband with his signature two-tooth grin and a line of drool dripping from his puffy lips. All either of you could do is stare for what felt like an eternity, that was, until you break the silence with a cry.

"Peter, get him down!"

Your husband snaps out of his trance, leaping up and easily grabbing hold of your son, although, he has a bit of difficultly with the 'getting him down' part. Moving his knees to the ceiling, Peter gently tugs on Ben, yet the baby's hands and knees remain glued to their spot," he won't let go."

"What do you he won't let go? Just pull him off."

"I don't want to hurt him."

You think for a second before standing on the coffee table, but even on your toes, you can't exactly reach him, your fingertips only barely brushing against Ben's back. He babbles, reaching one hand out to you with a grabby motion," don't let him fall, Peter."

"I won't."

"Come on, Ben. Let go and come to mama. You want mama, right?" At last, Ben removes his other hand, reaching it out to you with his knees becoming unstuck soon after. Peter's hand on his back prevents him from falling, allowing him to slowly lower Ben into your safe arms where you've never held onto him so tightly before.

Peter falls to your side, the two of you searching Ben for any injuries before looking into each other’s flabbergasted eyes. You open your mouth, although, you aren't sure what you'll even say. You don't get the chance anyways. A ring echoes through the apartment as well as a soft knocking at the front door which makes both of your mouths fall open.

"...Shit. SHIT!"

"Language-uh, the baby!" Peter fusses even though he's saying the same word inside his head. The realization hits you both like a train. You know Ben takes after Peter in both looks and personality, but powers to? You have a baby who sticks to walls and you're only just figuring this out the second your family arrives?!

"What do we do? How do we explain Ben sticking to stuff?"

"We don't. Here, I'll get the door and watch over Ben while you finish dinner," you go to hand Ben over to Peter, but when you hold him out, his hands remain stuck to your shirt. You whine Peter's name, remaining frozen as he tries to shake Ben's grip from you to no avail.

“Okay, new plan. I'll get the door, you finish dinner. Don't. Ruin. It,” there’s no time for arguing or new plans, another ring sounding off from the front door. Putting on your best 'I didn't just find my baby on the ceiling' smile, you hurry to the door with Ben while Peter dives into the kitchen.

"Hi," you sing when seeing May and your parents together, stepping aside to let them in while praying they won't notice your alarmed state," it's good to see you all again. Please come in."

"It's always great to see you, too, (Y/n), as well as this little cutie, of course," May waves at Ben with a bright smile which grows when he giggles at her, trying to hide his face against your shirt. Meanwhile, you give both of your parents the best side hug you can while also holding Ben's unwavering grip as far away from touching any of them as possible.

"Oh, he's gotten so much bigger since the last time we visited. You're making your grandma feel old, little bug," your mother coos at her grandson, reaching her arms out to take him from you only to be confused when you suddenly turn your body away sharply.

You're quick to redirect the conversation before she can be offended," Peter's in the kitchen finishing dinner so we can all sit in the living room until it’s done. Please excuse the mess, we didn't have much time to clean up Ben’s toys."

"No one's going to blame you. Having kids is a messy business," your father jokes, the three of them heading into the living room with you in their trail. With their backs turned, they are completely unaware of your internal dread as you fruitlessly attempt to pry Ben from your shirt once again. Peter has told you about how much he stuck to everything when he first got his powers, but this is ridiculous not to mention poorly timed!

Once everyone's seated, you give an quick excuse while dodging your way into the kitchen where you find your husband rushing to get the sauce made with his limited cooking skills.

"Ben, come to dada," he calls, providing you a small bit of relief when Ben listens and reaches for him, although, his leg remains stuck to your shirt. The two of you gently fight with him for a moment, trying to weaken his grip without too much force when a voice comes up behind you.

"I baked a pie for dessert; it’s Peter's favorite. Should I just set it here?" By the time May looks up from her pie tin, Peter's arms are around your waist, pulling you to him with Ben sandwiched between you both, not that the little guy minds, in fact, he seems to loving the extra attention he's receiving.

"Yep, that's fine," Peter gives a rushed nod, swiveling the two of you so that he can lean over to kiss May's cheek as she sets the pie on the corner next to him," it's good to see you, May."

"And you, too, Peter. I see your doing an excellent job raising your little one. He looks just like you did when you were his age. Oh, I'm sure he's just the handful, too," luckily, May's oblivious to your strange behavior as well as the praying Peter is doing in his head as he watches her run a hand through Ben's fluffy hair, both of you begging it not to stick. For the first time that night, fate is on your side with May successfully removing her hand from Ben.

The three of you share a short conversation, Peter never faltering his grip on you. Despite May's various offers of help, he finally manages to convince her to wait in the living room while the two of you worry over dinner. With a relieved sigh once she exits, Peter turns to you only to be horrified by the look on your face as Ben tugs on a rather thick handful of your hair, the expression you’re giving your husband already saying it all.

You can hear May and your parents talking lively in the living room, unaware to the snipping of scissors as Peter cuts your hair from Ben's grip. Although he tries to cut the least amount of hair as possible, you know by his grimace afterwards that it's noticeable. He switches the scissors for Ben, taking him into the living room while you disappear into the bathroom to get a hair tie, putting your hair into a messy ponytail to hide the evidence.

From there on, it feels like you’re looking into the room every few seconds as you do the finishing touches to dinner. You know Peter's just as worried by the various glances he sends towards the kitchen whenever no one's looking at him. He makes every excuse in the book as to why no one can hold Ben while keeping him directly on his lap and far away from any other objects.

It's as if you can read each other's minds, knowing exactly what is at risk if anyone sees your baby's tight grip. While they may not link it back to Spiderman directly, you'd eventually have to admit it just to keep them from ushering you to the doctors for your child's strange 'disease'. Believe it or not, but neither of you really want to have that long conversation explaining to everyone that Peter's not only Spiderman, but that his warped DNA has unexpectedly managed to passed down to the next generation.

Even when dinner's ready, Peter doesn't move Ben far from himself. You make your husband a plate, pressing a kiss against his cheek and ignoring Ben's grabby hands as you pass by. As much as it kills you inside to hear Ben's cries for attention, you let Peter convince him to sit with dada on the chair you had pulled up for them while mama sits with Auntie May on one couch, your parents together on the other.

"He sure loves his daddy, doesn't he?" Your mother comments. Fortunately, you're half away through dinner and no one's noticed anything off yet.

"Yeah, his dada's little boy. Aren't you, Lil' Ben?" Peter hums with a genuine smile while squeezing Ben's cubby hand. Afterwards, Peter's easily able to pull his own hand away from his son's adhesive skin. ‘Must be nice’, you think.

"You’re gonna have to drop him off with us sometime, you know. He needs to learn he can get spoiled at grandma and grandpas," your dad chuckles, leaning back in his chair with his empty plate balanced on his knee.

"It looks to me he's already pretty spoiled here," May jokes with a look of fondness while watching her nephew share his meal with his son one silly face and small fork full at a time. Ben’s admiration is clear by the way he stares up at his daddy with glittering eyes and a spaghetti-stained face, a look Peter shares (minus the stained face since May thankfully taught him long ago not to be messy when he eats).

"...Dada's boy for sure," you can't help but smile yourself with one look towards your husband and son. Yeah, Ben's powers are going to be a pain to deal with and it'll scare the life out of you if he ever decides he wants to fight crime like daddy, but nothing could ever make you love your son any less. For the time being, you’ll just have to find a way to control his powers. Sure, your family is going to be disappointed when you don't let them hold Lil' Ben tonight, but it isn't as if he's going anywhere. Once your husband and you figure everything out, you'll be able to invite them over for a much better dinner-

"-D..da..dada," your eyes go wide as do everyone else's when hearing the tiny yet clear voice, all eyes turning to the source, however, when you do, you're surprised to notice that Ben isn't looking at Peter. Instead, his head is facing forward with his cubby hand reaching towards the muted TV screen or, more specifically, towards the picture of Spiderman that's showing on the news.

It takes every ounce of will power for Peter not to immediately burst with joy, agreeing with Ben in front of everyone and encouraging him that it is, in fact, dada on screen. Instead, he must suffer with that bubble of happiness in silence the same way you do as your eyes dart between your husband's face to your baby's.

"I guess Spiderman sure made quite the impression on the little bug," your mother reckons in awe.

"Was that his first word?" May asks in surprise and you nod wordlessly, Peter being too busy holding a hand over his mouth in a poor attempt at blocking his giddy laughter. He has to force himself not to shake you while gushing about over Ben saying ‘dada’.

"Damn, not even to his own dad?" Your mother elbows your father for his remark, hissing at him to be quiet.

"We shouldn't be too upset, I guess. Spiderman's a great guy, after all; someone good Ben can look up to, right Peter?" You smirk, placing a hand over his free one while his other is still preoccupied hiding the massive grin over his face that would look far too strange on the face of a father who supposably just heard his son call someone else 'dada'. You can't blame him, though. Even you can't suppress the grin as you look you down at Ben," dada's right here, honey. Can you say it again? Dada?"

"Dada?" Peter finally speaks, tickling Ben's arm to gain his attention," dada. Da-da."

"Da...dada," Ben watches Peter's mouth, following the movements and sounds he heard. He smiles at the bright look his daddy gives him, repeating the word once more with both hands outstretched in attempts to grabbing his face," dada!"

"That's right, Ben! Dada!" Peter lifts him up, holding him in a standing position so that Ben could actually put his hands against his cheeks," dada...and that's mama. Can you say mama? Ma-ma. Ma-ma."

Ben looks to you, staring for a moment while babbling the sounds he's hearing before finally getting it right after quite a bit of practice," mama."

"Yes, I'm mama," laughing cheerfully, you run a hand through his fluffy hair, not even considering the possibly that it could've gotten stuck. You're too happy to worry over that.

Ben giggles, looking back to Peter and reaching across his face. Even with his sticky hands, Peter doesn't mind, pressing his forehead to his son's as they both laugh. Your mother and May gush about how cute they both are while your father sits back with a smile of his own. The joy everyone feels over witnessing Ben's first words is enough to distract your guests from your strange behavior throughout the night, eventually excusing your habits of not letting them hold the baby as the two of you must just be soaking up the moment with your son.

By the end of just three hours, your parents and May depart from the apartment but not without making you promise to bring Ben to visit them soon. Once everyone is out the door, you shut it with a tired sigh that turns to a gentle smile when you hear Ben's babbling behind you.

"Ma-Mama," turning around, you're greeted by your smiling husband and baby, the later reaching out to you with grabby hands.

"That was fun," Peter comments, brushing your hair back to press a kiss to your forehead as you take Ben from him, fully aware it'll be a fight to pry him away from yourself later. Looking from your child to your husband, you already expected the giant grin plastered on his lips,” Ben said his first words. He called me 'dada'!"

"Technically he called Spiderman 'dada' meaning you've got some competition for the role, Mr. Parker," you tap Ben's noise, smirking when Peter rolls his eyes, his arms wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to him, but your smirk soon turns into a frown, a sigh escaping your lips again,"…what are we going do now? They may not have seen anything tonight but May wants us to visit next week and if any of them ever notice Ben sticking to stuff, they'll eventually realize why he called Spiderman 'dada."

"I know…May would be heartbroken if she found out you had an affair with Spiderman, but I guess no one can really blame you. Word on the street is he's pretty hot not to mention excellent in bed. How is a normal guy like me to compete?" Peter jokes, causing you to whine his name in halfhearted annoyance. He chuckles, moving to kiss your lips, although, he only gets a small peck before you move away with a pout.

"Peter, I'm being serious. I don't care so much about our family knowing, but if the wrong person finds out, what will happen?"

Now it's Peter's turn to sigh, his forehead resting against yours," then we make sure no one does...I've been through all of this before, I know what to expect. I'll teach Ben how to control his powers and, as he gets older, we'll make sure he understands that Spiderman and his dad need to be separate people."

When you lift your head, your lips slightly brush against his," and if he decides to fight crime while wearing bright spandexes?"

"I'll give him 'the talk'," he simpers, his hot breath blowing against your lips before he finally rids of the gap with the deep kiss he’s been waiting for all night.

"...Peter?" You break away, but the distance only lasts a second before Peter's lips are back on yours.

"Yes, dear?"

"Ben has my ponytail."

"...Shit."

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sweettodo · 3 years

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we're your best friends.

jean kirstein x freader x eren jaeger.

includes : smut, threesome, swearing, innocent / naive y/n, taking virginity.

word count : 3,4k

a / n , thank you for 400 ( 450 as of 3 / 8 / 21 ) , i love you all <3 you're all so special to me and i’m grateful for you. i hope we can grow together as a big ole’ happy family !

"Do you guys ever stop?!" you bellow, your bedroom filled with the shouting amongst the two men in front of you, their rough voices which completely washed away any interjections you gave.

Sighing, you grab one of your notebooks from your desk, winding up your shoulder, and throwing it at Eren. The book slaps him in the face and he shouts, his hand rubbing his face.

"The fuck y/n!" He screeches, Jean, shutting up right after Eren, hair messy from tugging at it out of frustration. You wondered why a simple conversation about who would be the better gentleman; the better man. We had commenced in the formal meeting area- your room- hours ago, to study; hence the notebook used to bonk Eren's pitiful face, "you don't get it." He huffs.

"You two better stop acting childish before I kick you out." Walking between them and plopping down on your bed, pleased to see that the battle had now dwindled from your -very- empty threat. You couldn't kick them out even if you wanted to.

Everyone at school was very well acquainted with the fact that Jean and Eren both had a persistent problem of rivalry, they fought about everything; from who had the better penmanship, better wardrobes, better walk, to who was prettier.... yes, prettier.

Eren stubbornly sits on one corner of the bed, traversing his legs with his back pressed against the wall, Kerstein made himself relaxed in your desk chair, "as I was saying, before I was so impolitely interrupted-" you snort, glancing at the two men, "you both are gentleman, but it's more than just how you talk to a girl."

"Yeah don't be ridiculous, I'm good at more than you think y/n." Jean boasts, smirking and tauntingly glaring at Eren who returns the glare, hair seeping down his shoulders as he rolls his eyes at the cocky Kerstein.

"I'm a sex god, I can sex anyone up, anytime- anywhere." Jean lunging to his feet and stupidly rocking his hips side to side like the fuck-boy he knows he is, virtually wearing it like a badge. Eren and you snickered at him.

Jean grunts, finger in the air tauntingly, "alright! It's not that funny anymore! Quit laughing!" tears brimming your eyes, chest aching from laughing, the blonde now taking into account that you two were more laughing at him, rather than with him.

Defensively, he shouts, "Keep laughing, virgin." Jean grins, squatting back down in the chair dramatically.

"I can name plenty of girls who want to get with me." Eren retorts. Laying your back against the headboard, listening as Eren spews stories about the 'countless sexcapades' he has with girls every week and the 'countless' girls who plead to fuck him on the daily.

"So childish, especially for a couple of university students."

You're dismissed again, "Y/n, who do you think would be better in bed, be honest!" you evaluate the question as much as you could, not to mention how hard it was to even imagine.

Simply putting it, you were a prude.

They wait hastily for your reply, curious to what you had to say, the silence provoking them to shuffle in their seats.

"I think... hm, Jean." Eren groans out in defeat, Jean cackling and throwing his head back, Eren pouts and crosses his arms, huffing out.

"You know what, how the fuck would you know anyway, huh?" rolling your eyes, Jean who is taking his sweatshirt off and hanging it off your chair, heeding to Eren, who is still weeping, "Jean, that doesn't count, she's never gotten with either of us, to begin with, her judgment doesn't count." Declaring matter-of-factly, Jean rubs his chin with his thumb and index, looking into the distance like he was contemplating to speak.

You watched as Eren stands in annoyance, his arms still crossed, "I mean, we could show her, but-"

"-We should, then it'll be fair."

Left in utter shock, were they insinuating you do something so delusional and sinful with your two closest friends? wouldn't that ruin years of friendship? Have they no morals? And to think Eren would have a little more decency.

"No, no way, don't be ridiculous."

Jean sucks his teeth, leaning in his chair so his elbows sat on his knees, the energy in the room had drastically changed, they were now watching you, making your hands anxiously tremble, their eyes scanning yours, while you tried to look at anything but them, heart out of your chest and now in your throat, they sat so relaxed, so casual like the proposition of sex didn't even phase them.

"C'mon, I want you to tell us who's better, you're our best friend, you're the best one to determine who's best." Jean pouts, this was a very clear-detectable manipulation, and you were not inept.

"Are you trying to manipulate me, Kirstein?" he shakes his head, leisurely stretching back into the chair, "because if you are it won't work on me." Jean peeks over to Eren, looking to be affirmed.

Eren plays with the hem of his shirt, a smug look on his lips, looking down to attempt to hide it.

Both men have talked about getting you to become their little toy, countless times at dinner with all the other cadets to embarrass you- or during the summer when you wore shorts to practice with your gear, sparring with a tank top, they both imagined unholy things, things you would believe to be appalling. "How about- better kisser?" tilting your head, that wasn't so much worse.

"Yeah, we've nearly kissed before too," Jean interjects, he saw your eyebrows scrunch, looking mindless, eyes so naive, his head full of vile thoughts, ways he and Eren could corrupt you, tear you open, and leave you begging for more. But they clearly couldn't let you know what they talked about.

So innocent.

"Sharing drinks," nodding slowly, the boys internally prayed you would loosen up only just a little, just a foot in the door so they could kick the fucking door down and break you in- they both figured it was about time anyways; you were a college student and hadn't done anything?

But you had not even a clue, that dumb little head of yours, how could you not comprehend their tactics. This was their way to get your legs open? This was laughable to them; too easy.

Dragging your ass across the bed, not leaning on the wall anymore; you sat criss-cross in the middle of the mattress, center of their attention, "I guess you're right." Mind racing, Jean would never talk to you again if you had said no to at least kissing, and Eren would probably get upset with you, not eager in being your friend, most likely following in his friend's lead.

Jean rolls closer to the side of the bed in your chair, not even a foot away from you.

"I can go first, Eren?" Eren nods, he was beyond delighted, this was fucking crazy. Truth was, Eren, who was seldom nervous over this type of thing; yet he was envious that Jean could be so... persistent; wishing he could be the same. With Jean grabbing your chin, such a pretty face you had, especially when you were anxious.

Easy to mold, easy to manipulate you; to do whatever he wanted with a bat of his eyelashes and a polite smile.

And here he was- in the back of his head - telling himself that he needed to teach you not to be so susceptible from now on.

He squanders no time, capturing your lips with his own, moving in a swift and low action, you kiss him back. He was incredible, it was at the perfect pace, the residing taste of mint gum that filled your mouth.

No wonder the girls loved Jean so much.

His thumb caressing your cheek which sent little cringes of anxiety throughout your body- realizing you had to kiss Eren after this, this was going to make you so dirty, but how could you kiss Jean and leave your other friend out? How unreasonable that would be.

Eren's abrupt words make you jump, "alright horse face, stop hogging and share." Jean pulls back, lips light rosy pink, even a little swollen, he rolls backward in the chair, the other young man sits up in front of you while still comfortable on the bed.

Instead of Jean's approach, Eren tilts your head, kissing your jawline first, tensing up from the ticklish feeling, soft lips establishing morale towards your choice in agreeing to do what they asserted; it wasn't that terrible after all.

He kisses up to the corner of your mouth and then slowly kisses you on the lips, eyes fluttering closed, drunk off his smell, stomach doing backflips.

Gradually pulling back, he's smiling like a fool before scooching backward back to his spot.

"Who do you think was better?" Jean rushes, blushing and looking to your lap, thumbs playing with each other, subconsciously hoping they would do a little more. You didn't know who was better, they both were so good, too good.

"I don't know, you both are really good,"

Jean was going mad, you tasted so fucking good, and he didn't know how much longer he could contain himself, trying to remain relaxed.

Eren's dick twitching in his pants when he heard you finally say his name instead of Kerstein's, he was ecstatic...

Jean stands and scoffs, "alright I'll give him that, but I'm good at everything else. Eren s' a fucking virgin boy." biting your tongue, you felt guilty, Jean was really good, telling yourself 'maybe I should stop being so uptight, they would never actually hurt me.' Eren sees you ponder, looking into space while you stewed on your sentiments, Jean with no awareness as he rambles on and on about how experienced he is.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, anxious, you needed to make the first move- you needed to make this right.

Slowly, making sure they're both watching, you begin to unbutton your blouse, bottom-up.

"What are you doing?"

"You two wanted to show me who was better?"

Jean's eyes bug out of his head, smile growing across his face, Eren stands, embarrassed from your suggestion, they were nearly jumping for joy, "but I don't know ho-"

Jean jerked your shoulders, "relax," He whispers, out comes a shaky breath when his hands waste no time to finish unbuttoning your top. "You trust us, you wanna' feel good, right?"

The room was silent besides the pounding of your heart; could it have been any louder?

Blouse wide open for both of them to see your chest. Eren, who sat inches from you tugged at the fabric on your right shoulder, "so pretty- look at these Eren," Jean's large hands cupping your tits, sitting pretty in your bra, your throat grows increasingly dry, the feeling in between your legs tingling, though, you had no idea how to interpret it.

Eren stands back up, standing shoulder to shoulder with his friend, his hand caressing down your back and gripping at the flesh of your skin.

Looking at them as they stare at your chest, their hands all over you. "Do you know how to do anything at all?" Eren asks, shaking his head, he looks at Jean and pulls his hand back, "Jean and I are gonna ake care of you."

"Yeah, okay." Jean pushing you on your back, legs barely open, unbuttoned your pants, tugging them off hungrily. Both looking at you with lust-filled eyes, they had never seen you like this; so bare. Your legs are propped up so Jean and Eren can both stand before them. Their hands trailing up your jittery thighs.

"I'll get you ready, yeah? I don't want to hurt you." Responding with a simple nod, Jean is crouching down so his head is leveled to your clothed cunt, Eren sits back on the bed and slides his hand under your back; with one hand, he's unclasping your bra and peeling it off your body, his soft hands massaging your tits, nipples sensitive when his thumbs spend extra time on them.

Nerves doubling over when Jean's hands now pulling down your matching panties, head snapping up, legs shutting to deter them, Eren pushing you back down. "Calm down, you'll be fine." He reassures.

Eren feeling the soft skin, under his hands, rolling your nipple in between his fingers, Jean dragging his large hands in between your thighs, "have you ever fingered yourself y/n? Made yourself cum?" beyond embarrassed, the way they were taking their time on you, slowly feeling you up, you were almost becoming frustrated. Shaking your head, Jean clicks his tongue, "this might feel weird, but you trust us, right?" An audible gasp is shot out of your mouth when his middle finger is raking up between your folds.

Hissing out as he adds another finger, both of them running up and down your slick pussy, pressing down on a bundle of nerves, "feels- weird!" the more he played around with your sensitive clit, the more your leg twitched, the ticking feeling filling up your stomach, core flexing as he repeated his offense, the same sensitive rubs as his two fingers curled and fucked into you.

"Jean-” He was going so slow, making sure he didn't stretch you out too much, he needed to save that for later.

"Here, come taste."

Eren's grabbing Jean's hand, your tongue lolling out, his coated fingers dragging down your tongue, lips wrapping around his digits, tasting the juices from your cunt.

"Tastes good, right?" fingers still deep in your mouth, you're nodding like a fool, Jean smiling at the sight of the reaction bestowed on your face, the taste of your cum tainting your tastebuds; "of course she likes it, look at her, she wants more."

Eren nods in return, he leans down over you, soft hair falling on your chest as he leaves wet little kisses down your chest, peppering you with his lips down to your belly button.

Watching Jean, who is getting on the bed beside you, his knees next to your head, Eren jumping into action to take his best friends place, his sweats falling low just blow his v- line, he pushes them down, craning your neck to look up at Jean who his also pulling down his pants.

Your throat squeezes shut, lifting your head, "I don't you think that I-" Jean's hand grabbing your hair to silence you, jerking your neck up.

"Don't worry, I told you we'll help you."

"Jean, chill out a little." Eren mumbles, your head getting dropped back onto the bed, eyes fixated on Eren's wide torso, the tent in his boxers which made your mouth water, "I'll go slow, okay?" Palming his cock through his boxers, he holds your legs from under your knees, his boxers just under his cock, sliding his hand down and removes the little bit of coverage he had left. Your eyes widening, he spits in his hand, stroking his throbbing tip a few times with his thumb before adjusting forward and rubbing his raw cock up against your slicked pussy.

The feeling of Eren's thick tip squeezing inside of you makes you cry out in pain, the stinging pain of Eren taking his time to slide into you, fitting into you as much as he can.

Jean pinning your arms up above your head, tears spilling from your eyes, "h-hurts!" you whine, Jean beside you pumping his cock in his fist.

"So fuckin' tight, no wonder it hurts so bad." His hands pinning your legs open and up, he pulls out.

Without warning, he picks up speed, your body curling up from the pressure.

“I forgot what virgin pussy feels like, so tight-” he mumbled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the way he could feel his heartbeat in his cock, he needed this so bad.

The pressure soon becomes desirable, wanting to feel it everything he thrusts into you, your complaints soon turn to moans, looking at jean through your eyelashes while he's fixated on the way your boobs bounce while Eren dives deeper into you.

"Don't forget to help Jean out, remember?"

You're situating yourself up on your elbows, turning your body so your head is between Jean's thighs, he's pushing your hair back and holding it in a loose but sufficient grip, "let me guide you."

His thumb swipes down your bottom lip, opening your jaw, tongue sliding past your lips to wrap around his cock like it's instinct.

"Good, just like that," he groans, his hand on the back of your head guiding you further down the base of his cock, Eren fucking you slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls clench around him, sucking him in, he could stay like this forever.

Your neck uncomfortably stretched to pleasure Jean made it all the more painful when he started pushing down the back of your throat; harder to catch your breath, harder to swallow the saliva that was seeping up the back of your throat, trying not to cough around his length.

"Been waitin’ too long for this,” Eren grunts, the lewd noises of his hits snapping against yours on one end while your nose is barely brushing against Jean’s hair around his stomach.

Jean slowly pulls out of your throat, drool following, giving you the chance to speak, “Eren, h-hot!” you cried, your stomach twisting, pussy squelching around his wide cock, head dizzy as you begin to feel like your floating.

Jean sees your body shake from beside him, while he pumps his cock in his free hand, his other hand is kneading your tit in his hand. “Oi, I think she's gonna cum- c’mon it's gonna feel so good, you're so close, pretty girl.” Eren drilling into you with your legs pinned open, moaning and gasping for air as you feel your hole spasm, body tingling as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“C- I'm cumming!” your hand on Eren’s pec, pushing against him to ease the pressure of his cock buried fully inside of you, “f-fuck! Fuck, Eren!” his body sticky on top of yours, thighs uncomfortably stuck to his waist.

“God, can stay like this all day.” You panted like a dog, blinking the blurred vision out of your eyes from the blinding orgasm.

Jean’s getting off the bed, slapping your thigh to sign for Eren to get off of you, “I hope you can take it, pretty girl.” The brunette pulling up his boxers and sitting on the bed where Jean was just seated.

A panting mess, Jeans tearing you from your spot and pushing you on your hands and knees, Jean presses against the small of your back, pushing you into a deeper arch, abused pussy mere inches away from another cock.

Eren picks your head up by your hair, an evil smile growing on his face as he sees your face twist with pleasure, Jean pushing into your cunt, a mixture of his best friends’ cum already leaking out of your cunt, “gonna fill you some more, just stay still for me, okay?”

He holds your hips in place, the further his cock sunk into you, the more it hurt, the more he stretched you out, the more you were split open by the intimidating of him.

“If you keep squeezin’ me like that, ” he spits, unable to finish his sentence.

He thrusts into you from behind, held grounded in place as Jean ruts into your pussy mercilessly, Eren watching you cry and beg for stupid little nothings.

Cream covering his cock, feeling your walls tighten around him, he snakes his hand over your thigh, and to your clit, rubbing lose and light circles around the bud, your legs quivering, back jolting up from the overstimulation, “hm, what did I say about stating still?” ripping away from your clit, you whine and your back is pushed back down.

Jean mere inches away from climax, hips sputtering against your backside as you feel your juices drip down your thigh, sticking to his stomach.

Your head drops into the mattress.

“Pretty girl, we're far from done with you,” Eren’s purring into your ear, “dont give up now, we haven't gotten to the best part.”

The pad of Jean’s thumb is pressing against the rim of your tight, pretty virgin ass, “you can trust us, we haven't hurt you yet, have we?”

Nodding, this was only the beginning of a very- very long night. One of many, actually.

#i love jean and and eren pls #jean kirstein #jean kirstein smut #eren jeager smut #eren jaeger #eren yeager #jean x reader #eren x reader #eren x reader x jean #lemon #attack on titan eren yeager #attack on titan jean #aot #aot smut

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Unfulfilled Hunger: Tobias X MC

Book: Open heart, somewhere in book 3

Rating: 18+ (Adult content!)

Pairing: Tobias X MC ((Elisabeth Sarah Hughes (Liz))

Title: Unfulfilled Hunger

Rating: Explicit NSFW 18 + Only

Wordcount: 6500

Summary: Thank you so much for your request, @kachrisberry, to write what happens if they get back at Tobias’s apartment, after him carrying her out of the Laser tag game. A follow-up, for “Foul Play”.

Category: Explicit Smut

A/N: First of all, I find it important to say that both Liz and Tobias feel safe to protect their own boundaries and to speak up if something is not too their likings. They're both adults and both are completely comfortable and wanting to engage in each of these activities. A/N: This one ended up a bit longer than anticipated (Pun intended). But I got my hands on Tobias.. and maaaaaybe got a little bit carried away... But no, nah, not going to apologize for that 😉. Please let me know if you guys enjoyed the ride and please sent me an ask if you want to request something for OH or The royal romance, because I loved writing this and I'll hope you enjoy reading it.

Warnings: Foul language (sexy talk and swearing), Explicit adult seksual content. IF you read this FF, you confirm that you're 18 years or older.

Tobias and MC belong to Pixelberry.

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Unfulfilled Hunger

Tobias opens his door with one hand, pulling Liz through with the other. “It’s a goddamn miracle that we got home in one piece, Hughes." He slams the door and pushes her against it, crashing his lips against her...

Murmering he continuous; “You almost fucking killed me by touching yourself like that in the car." His hands drifting over her body. "For god's sake, you already came once and I almost caused an accident by just looking at you trembling like that in the frontseat.”

Liz grins as he moves his kisses to her neck. “I had to do something, since I was not allowed to touch you. Besides, I simply HAD to touch myself at the sight of you.” She kicks off her boots.

Tobias bites her neck with a groan. “Ohhh, you dirty, dirty girl.”

Grinning she pushes him away, making him bump into the wall across from her.

“Off with the shirt, Carrick.”

“So commanding.” He gives her a cheeky smile. Such a turn-on.

“For a woman who was first complaining about me getting my shirt off… you changed your mind pretty quickly.”

“Oh save it, Carrick.” She tugs at his shirt, trying to take it off herself.

He grabs her wrists, turning her around. "Oh. I don't think so, Liz." He pins her against the wall with her hands up in the air.

“Now, I believe I was enjoying myself.” His lips find her neck again.

“For god's sake, T. Stop torturing me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all week after that little stunt you pulled .

Standing bare chested in front of me, but holding my hands so there was no way of touching you. Brushing your delicious lips against mine, without giving me the slightest taste of your tongue. All I could think of was touching, tasting, savoring you. For god's sake, I know you've noticed me undressing you with my eyes.”

Tobias looks up, meeting her eyes with a twinkle. “Ooooh, was that what you were doing during our daily meetings. I already wondered what you were thinking about when you stared at me like that, biting on your pen. Licking your cherry red lips.”

“Ohh, You very well knew, T. Because you were walking around 24-7 with that goddam annoyingly sexy, self-conscious smirk on that way too handsome face of yours.

God. I had to touch myself every night, when I was lying in bed. Desperate attempt, after desperate attempt to satisfy the hunger you released in me. But it never seemed enough. I'm so fucking hungry for you, Carrick. ”

He leans back to meet her gaze, his eyes filled with longing and frustration. She feels her knees getting weak at the intensity of him staring at her, glad to be pinned against the wall. “Well, it serves you right, Liz.”

He breaks the gaze and unbuttons her short with one hand, letting it slide onto the ground. His hand moves into her red lacy panties, softly stroking her lips, teasing her inner thighs. He smiles at the feeling how wet she already is for him and he lowers his mouth to her ear, whispering; “Now you know how I felt over the past few months, Liz. It started when I first saw you in that deli, with your messy bun and yoga pants.

It became worse after the fire I saw in your eyes when we met at Bloom. You were so snarky at me, Liz. I wanted to bend you over the table, pull up that way to the tight dress of yours, and give you a good spank, just to let you know who’s the boss. And believe me... It sure isn’t Ethan.

But things got really messy from the moment I saw you in that short at the baseball field." He lowers his voice to what almost sounds like a deep growl; "You know why I missed every freaking ball that day, Liz?”

She groans as he moves his hand out of her string.

“Because every time you threw the ball, your shirt would come up ever so slightly and showed this little part of your belly and the fucking lacy edge of your little pink thong.” He moves his fingertip over her sensitive skin right above her panties and she lets out a soft moan.

His hand disappears again in search of her clit, moving softly and slowly. Taking his sweet, sweet time to find the right spot.

The roughness of his stubble, the tickling of his husky voice, and now him touching her at her most sensitive spot... She feels a warmth quickly spreading through her body.

“You ruined me that day, Hughes.” He gently moves two fingers inside her, still drawing slow, sweet circles over her clit with his thumb. Her breath enhances, and he feels her contracting around his fingers.

“I’ve been touching myself ever since at the thought of dropping the bat and taking you right there on the field. Not caring who sees me, trusting into you, making you mine.

So it serves you right.”

He leans back again to take look at her. Her eyes are closed, completely at his mercy. His lips find hers in a slow, deep kiss, and he feels how close she gets to release. He murmurs to her lips. “Not yet, Hughes.”

He abruptly lets go of her wrist, letting his hand slip out her briefs. Leaving her breathing hard as her arms fall, startled at the sudden movement.

He walks away towards the living room, and right before he disappears, he gives her a million-dollar smirk over his shoulder. And after just a second she sees his shirt flying into the hallway.

Trying to compose herself from almost getting pushed over the edge, she leans against the wall. After a few deep breaths, she kicks the short off her feet, following him into the living room. So, we're still playing dirty.

She finds Tobias casually leaning against the counter, a drink in his hand. She swallows as she takes him in. Her eyes drift over his toned brawnylicous abs, moving down to his pants which are hanging dangerously low on his hips, just enough to make her thoughts go wild, but not enough to reveal anything.

She smiles cheekily, trying to hide how taken she is with the sight of him. God, his ego might explode if he only knew. “So, where Is my drink?”

He gives her his signature smirk. “Well, I thought, since I’ve taken my shirt off, I’m going to enjoy a drink while I watch you take your shirt off.. and after that, we can talk about you having a drink.” He moves towards the large breakfast counter and jumps to sit on it, clearly expecting a show.

She turns around, smiling over her shoulder. "Careful what you are wishing for, Carrick. Sure you can handle me?" She starts to move her hips slowly from side to side.

Tobias bites his lip as he looks at her perfectly shaped ass, dressed ever so little by the red lace string she is wearing. As she lets her hands drift over her rounds, he follows her hands up as they grip onto her small tank top. And with one fluid pull, it falls on the ground, right where he likes it to be.

He glances at her as she turns around, showing off her matching set, with all the curves in the right places. He is surprised to see that her bra is practically one small piece of fabric, adoring the sight of her nipples shining and peaking through the red lace.

Smirking, he moves his hand over his chest. “You cheeky Minx. You planned this, didn’t you? Or are you always wearing these matching lingerie sets..”

She sways forward, smiling seductively. Tobias's eyes are completely fixated on her breasts, slowly moving down to her swaying hips and back up, not able to determine where to look.

“I think I��m going to let you find that out for yourself. It might surprise you how diverse my lingerie is… So I suggest you undress me every day from now on…”

He swallows; “God, where have you been hiding, Hughes?”

Shrugging casualy, she cocks up an eyebrow.

“Now about that drink, T.”

He gets ready to jump off the counter, but she stops him. “Oooh no Carrick... you stay... right there, like the good boy you are.” She moves to stand between his legs. “Now, let me take care of this for you.” She tucks on his jeans, pulling them off.

“My, my, what a treat.” She moves her hand over the big bulk in his boxers and smiles. "And you dare to ask, where I've been hiding, T?"

He lets out a deep moan as she keeps caressing him. He leans backward on his hands, giving in to the feeling. She gives him a cheeky smile, puts his legs together, her hands onto the counter, and straddles him after one effortless jump."

Caught off-guard he starts to stumble, looking at the woman suddenly at his eye-level. “What the..”

“Ohh Carrick, Carrick, Carrick” She kisses him softly, teasing his lips with her tongue. Holding herself steady with her hands on his chest, slowly grinding her pussy against his hard cock through his boxers. After a few minutes of exploring, she encourages him to lie on his back. Tongues still dancing and she feels him gasp, the moment he touches the cold marble with his bare skin.

While pulling back, she keeps the friction going, and not only for his pleasure. “I might have forgotten to tell you… But I love yoga, it’s not just the comfortable pants for me. And I might have done gymnastics for a big part of my life. So if you keep up the good work, Carrick, you might get the chance to find out how flexible I really am.”

“For god’s sake,” he murmurs under his breath. She keeps rubbing herself against his hard length, not quite enough to take him over the edge, but enough to let him balance on it...

“Now, I need you to move up, Carrick. I want this whole divine body of yours onto this counter.”

He smirks; "What makes you think that you're the one in control, Hughes? Remember what happened earlier when you tried to command me? Or do I need to refresh your memorie?"

A sly smile appears on her face; "It must be nice, living in that head of yours T. Still convinced you're the one in control? Let me give you a piece of reality, mister." She removes his boxer, throwing it through the living room.

She smirks as they lock eyes, anticipation noticeable on Tobias's face. Of course, the moment he saw her at the deli was the moment where she completely gained control over him. Haunting his dreams, fantasies, and even in bed with other women she regularly popped up in his head, making stuff a lot better. But that doesn't stop him from one last desperate attempt to keep the facade up.

She encircles him with her soft hands, slowly moving up and down, while teasing his tip with a few small, fast licks.

"Nnnghh."

"What was that, Carrick?"

"Oh for fuck sake."

She moves her hand down, following the line under his tip firmly with her tongue. It makes his muscles tense, and he moves his ass slightly up as a deep grunt escapes his throat. “Ohhhhh, Yes Liz.”

Smirking she looks down at the man beneath her. "Now, If you want me to keep doing that, you better move that delicious ass of yours right now, T!"

He starts moving while muttering some swear words under his breath, while she keeps teasing him with her hands and tongue.

Her eyes twinkle and she puts on a naughty smile;“God Carrick, I’m going to have so much fun with you now we have established who is the one in charge.”

She leans in, one hand on the counter and the other one exploring his neck, down to his chest. Licking his lips, inviting his tongue to meet hers. He opens his mouth and lets her in. His hands slipping under her bra, softly teasing her nipples, drawing small moans from her mouth.

Without him noticing she grabs his drink off the counter and she gently pulls back. Their blues meet and she bites her lip. “Now, about that drink.”

His breath stops as soon as the golden liquid hits his chest. She pours it, bit by bit, between the gap in his abbs, slowly moving down to his belly button, her eyes never leaving his.

“Hughes, you’re unbelievable.”

“You better know it, T.”

She puts the glass down, moving her attention to his chest as she softly let her fingers drift through the scotch. She moves her finger to cover his full lips, kissing him softly after.

“Mmh... That’s the good stuff, Carrick.”

She moves her tongue, licking the liquid of his chest, feeling his muscles flex under her touch wherever she goes.

He looks at her, hypnotized, his breath fastening as she slowly moves further and further down. Skin getting more sensitive with every lick, bite and suck as she savors the scotch off him. Oh my god.

His muscles tense as she arrives at his belly button, and when there is no drop left, she moves her focus to his lower abdomen. She looks up, as she hears him moan, smiling at the sight of his glistering abs and the pleasure showing on his face.

He groans; “Oh God, you really are enjoying my body, don't you Hughes?”

“Every fucking part of it..”

"Good, 'cause it's yours to use from now on. Whenever you want, I'll even get you your special beeper for emergencies."

"I'll hold you onto that. Now... ready for some fun, Carrick?"

He smirks contently as she moves her head further down and starts teasing the top of his hardness again.

But then he realizes that it probably would take nothing more than a few sucks to release, given how worked up he already is.

And nothing was further from the truth. Without warning, she stopped teasing, taking his full length in her mouth. After a few seconds of settlement, she starts deep throating him, and before he gets the chance to protest it turns black before his eyes, pushing his head back and he releases in her mouth.

She teases him with a few more sucks, making sure that every drop of him gets savored while enjoying the feeling of his body trembling under her mouth. For a minute he lies on the counter, breathing hard. "For fuck sake, Hughes."

She shrugs with a sly smile "Oops, got a little bit carried away there."

He slowly starts to get regain his senses and he looks up to a smirking Liz, sticking out cheekily the tip of her tongue.

“But, damn, that tasted even better than the scotch T.”

He hides his face behind his hands to hide a satisfied smile at her bold words.

After just a few more deep breaths, he manages to collect himself and jumps off the counter. “Glad that you enjoyed that, Liz, but now it’s my turn.” He scoops her up from the counter and throws her over his shoulder without any effort. Oh, I’m taking back control now.

After a few satisfying smacks on her butt, he sits down on the bed, letting her slide down on his lap. His lips find hers and he starts to unhook her bra, throwing it into a corner. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth while teasing the other with his hand. Her head falls back as she starts to grind once again in his lap. “Oh, God Tobias I already feel you grow again.” She reaches out to stroke him, but to avoid losing control once again he stands up, grabbing her at her thighs, and he throws her onto the soft bed.

“No more touching me, until I’m done with you, Liz. That means AFTER two orgasms, I’m going to fuck your brains out. But now. You’re completely at my Mercy." She nods, biting her lip. "Good girl. Now, grab the headboard, and don’t let go.”

Her eyes start to glister at the commanding tone in his voice and she completely surrenders. Obediently she grabs the headboard.

“And Liz... Don’t make a sound, until I tell you to.”

She swallows and a hot shiver runs through her body, by hearing those words, setting her body on fire. Such a turn-on.

He rips her panties off in one tuck, drawing her in for a deep kiss, while teasing her entrance with his erection. He starts to rubs his dick against her clit. Taken by the urge to feel him closer she starts to shift her hips up, urging him to enter her. Without thinking she sighs between kisses. “God Carrick, I... I need you inside me. I need to feel you deep inside me.”

He immediately stops. “What was that? I believe I heard some sounds coming out of that delicious mouth of yours. Yeah, you want me inside you?”

Realizing that she spoke, her eyes snap open, sucking in a breath while waiting for Tobias to react.

“Three orgasms, it is now.” And without further notice, his lips crash against hers again. His hands firmly exploring her body before they find the place where he started tonight.

He wastes no time, knowing how worked up she was before. His thumb finds her clit, and he sees her biting her arm as he enters her with three fingers, suppressing a moan. God, that’s sexy. He catches the encouragement and starts to moves his fingers faster and faster while sucking on her swollen nipple, caressing her other boob with a firm squeeze.

She trembles, more and more under his touch, finding it harder and harder to keep her moans in. God, she wants to scream his name so badly.

Then he softly bites her nipple and a flick of pain runs through her body, turning quickly into pleasure as she tumbles over the edge, biting even harder in her shoulder, only intensifying her orgasm.

He smirks at her, impressed, but also totally captivated by the look on her face as she comes, shutters and shakes, by his doing. Yeah, I’m never going to get enough of this.

He gives her a few seconds to catch her breath and damn she breaths hard, releasing her arm from her teeth, leaving bite marks.

He gently moves up to guide both of her arms down, which are still clenching to the headboard. He kisses her softly as she opens her eyes to meet his. “You okay?”

She smiles softly and nods. “Good. Ready for me to taste you?” She mouths “Ohh God Yes” without making a sound.

They keep staring into each other’s eyes as the mood shifts 180 degrees. Tobias frowns at her as she takes his face in her hands, knowing very well how much she actually adored this man.

His eyes turn soft and he smiles at her. "You're amazing, you know that, Liz?"

"Show me."

Tobias moves in for a tender and long kiss, cupping her cheeks in his hands. Liz feels her heartbeat rising, now by the soft touch of this man. He covers her body with hers completely as they start to lose themselves in each other. Her hands drift over the back of his head, enjoying the tickling of his soft short hairs, before letting her fingertips drift over his bareback. He slowly undoes her hair and drapes it over the mattress. Their hands meet and fingers entwining. The pillows and sheets are long found on the ground. He drops soft kisses on her neck, murmuring "God, youre beautiful."

He gently lets go of her hands and starts moving, teasing his stubble against her sensitive skin on his way down, breathing in her warm scent on the way. He looks at her glistening clit and gives it a few quick licks.

She directly moves her hips a bit up and he realizes how sensitive she is.

“I can’t wait for you to scream my name, Hughes.” She smiles at the permission to make sounds again.

“Then make me, Carrick.”

He moves his hands up to her hips, pulling her softly towards the edge of the bed as he gets on his knees, laying her legs over his shoulder. He starts licking her softly and slowly, savoring her smell and fluids.

“I need more, T.” She softly grabs his head urging him to come closer. He smiles cheekily and pushes his head back up; “I’m sorry? I believe I missed two magic words?”

“More, PLEASE Carrick, give me more.”

"That's what I'm talking about."

He starts licking and kissing again, but still moving his tong teasingly slow and soft while looking cheekily up to her.

She looks down to meets his eye, and he gives her the sexiest smirk she has ever laid eyes on. “For god's sake Carrick, if you’re going to smirk like that every time you taste me..” He suddenly moves up the pace of his tongue, forcing her to stop talking midsentence. "Nnnngh."

“Yes? Then?” He smiles against her clit, back to teasing her.

“Now you're the one who is unbelievable, T."

"Don't tell me things I'm already aware of. Now, finish that sentence, Hughes."

She sighs, longing for more tongue. "We are going to need a private conversation like this at least two times a day.”

He keeps his smirking up; “Then that's settled” He pushes his head down and lets his tong flick expertly, fast, and firm, letting his fingers assist by moving in and out of her.

“Nnnnhhhhgggg… T..” Her hands grab the sheets and he lets his finger slip out of her, to pull her even closer, steadying her hips. He picks up pase, encouraged by the deep moans. She trembles more and more, urging to move her hips, but his stern grip keeps her in place. You’re not getting away, Hughes.

She starts to move her hands, looking for something to grab as the sheets are not enough to hold onto. Her hands find his head again.

“Fuuuuuuck Carrrrrriccck.”

Yes, that’s it.

She pulls up her knees, body shocking and sweating, and he feels how she comes with his mouth still on her. Seeing her tremble like that...

God, I can’t wait any longer.

“You taste so good, you know that Hughes. Here. Taste.” He kisses her slowly, his hands encircling the back of her neck to draw her even more in, his dick rubbing against her still sensitive pussy, causing her to keep shuttering her body from time to time.

“Are you ready? You've been such a good girl, so I will fuck you towards you’re third orgasm, Liz, don’t you worry.”

Still with her eyes closed, she nods and lets out a satisfied sigh, letting him lead her up on the bed again.

As he completely covers her body with his again he places his dick before her entrance. Theirs eyes meet, both filled with longing to finally get close. She softly moves her hands behind his neck, teasing him with her nails. Maintaining eye contact he slowly starts to move inside her, until his eyes roll back at the feeling of how tight she is.

Her breath enhances, and she smiles, enjoying the visible pleasure on his face. He keeps slowly moving against her until he fills her completely.

Her eyelids start to flicker as he slowly starts thrusting into her.

“God, you’re big, Carrick.” She matches the movement of her hips to his rhythm, moving her legs around his waist to encourage him to go deeper. His lips find hers as he picks up the pace until he is not able to hold his upper body up, with the pleasures running through his body.

He lets out a deep, almost animalistic moan; "So tight Liz, you're so tight."

Leaving her lips and he hides his face in her neck, sucking at her sensitive flesh, leaving his mark.

Her nails slide from his shoulders to his back and smiles against his ear. “Fuck, this is so much better than in the dreams I had about you... T, you fill me up perfectly.”

She feels how he starts to lose control, picking up his pace, more firm with his thrusts as she speaks.

His voice sounds low and gruff. “Ahhh... You've dreamt about me, Hughes? So what did I do to you in these dreams?”

With him putting more power in his thrusts, she feels how he is hitting the right spot over and over again and she moans. “O god yes, Tobias… You... you fucked me in the middle of the diagnostics room on the round table, the next day in the supplies closet, NHHHGGG, on fucking Ethan’s desk, when the rest was out for lunch.”

“Ohhhhh Yes Hughes.” He moves his hands between them, as he keeps thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster while massaging her clit.

Liz is unable to talk as she feels how her body is taken over by the pleasure, quickly rising from her toes to her head, closing her eyes and she certainly was not able to think straight anymore... “Youuu... You… yyy… test nnnnhg lab”

“What are you saying, Hughes?” He smirks, leaning on one arm looking at the woman crumbling to pieces under him. He tries to stall his orgasm, but it gets harder and harder at the sight of her losing her mind, combined with the sexy talk rolling over her swollen lips.

He takes her breasts in his mouth, murmuring “Come on baby, let go once more. Show me that beautiful look on your face.”

His words were enough to push her over the edge, he notices, leaving her breast and again hiding his head in the crook of her neck. Biting, sucking as she encourages his thrusting, drawing blood with her nails on his back.

“Fuuuuuuck yeah, Carrick.”

He feels her pussy contracting around him and lets out a deep groan. He wants to savor the feeling, but the damn release was so close, it was unfightable.

“I need you to fill me up, T. Please... I need you to come.”

He keeps thrusting, barely managing to hold it together as she keeps stumbling each time he slams into her. "Nhhhhhhgggg, Liz, God Liz."

She grabs his head out of her neck, to make him look up, straight in her sparkly, wanting eyes and he keeps thrusting into her, while barely able to hold his own body up while leaning on his hands.

“Fulfill the hunger, Carrick… still my appetite. ”

Holy fuck.

That was it, he feels how he is not able to fight it anymore and he releases, A deep groan escapes, filling her up, like as she wanted it.

His eyes rolling backward “Gnnnnnggg Hughes, for fuck sake…” He sinks through his arms and after a few more thrusts he holds still, both breathing hard, clenching onto each other. After a few minutes, he gives her a bunch of soft kisses on her forehead, before rolling to the side.

“You’re something else, Liz.” He gently grabs her arm, to place soft kisses on the bite mark.

She smiles, still out of breath. “You know, I expected more oooh Lara and ooooh Miss Croft.”

He snorts and she looks at him in surprise.

“You know what Hughes…” He moves his fingertips over her bare body, encircling her nipples before ending at her lips. He smiles softly and just stares at her in awe.

“Seriously, you’re not going to finish that sentence?”

“I’m sorry I got distracted. You know what it is... I lied to you that night we were drunk. You were my fantasy, but I couldn't just say that right. You are my colleague and I've never had the idea I could be something more until I saw the look on your face when you looked at me last week with my shirt off."

She sighs; "Well, It's already hard to hide it with your shirt on Carrick, but it appears to be a real-life mission impossible when you're standing bare-chested in front of me. It does weird things to my brains and body you know."

"Soooo, me suggesting to Ethan that the new work outfits should be shirtless is not an option?"

She giggles; "Oh no, you do that, please. As long as I get to watch when you ask him. Imagine the look on his face."

Tobias bites his lip at the thought; "True, though, I cannot imagine him saying no to a shirtless you...Miss Croft." He winks and pulls her close to his chest, softly caressing her arm.

"O God, I made a total fool out of myself didn't I?"

"Not at all. Never apologize for looking that delicious. Besides, she was my fantasy until you knocked her off her throne, Hughes."

"Oof, so I've drawn some bad blood there, or what?"

"Nah, actually you might have teamed up a few times.”

She laughs; "Well I'm always open for suggestions Carrick, so if you bump into her...never hurts to ask."

His eyes start to glister at her words. "I never dreamt of you being this naughty, Hughes."

"Is that right, Carrick? So, how did I actually do compared to fantasy Liz?"

He smirks “You’ve proven from our first kiss that reality can beat fantasy by a long shot.” He turns to his side to give her a sweet kiss on the lips.

"I don't think I dared to dream that kissing you would feel this good Liz."

Her eyes start to flutter a bit, relaxing at his words. "So I guess there will be a next time, ha?"

"For me, absolutely. I can't wait to get caught with you day after day, making out in the supply closets until they just give us our own, with our names on it, to have a little fun in."

She smiles softly, barely able to keep her eyes open, murmuring; "I would love that, Tobias"

He removes his arm gently from under her neck to get up. He grabs the blankets, covering her and he lifts her head gently to lay it onto a pillow.

"Mmh, thank you T."

He smiles and plants a kiss on her forehead as she gets comfortable, shifting around, moving on her side.

He returns to bed, drawing her in to spoon.

“So about that whole yoga and gymnastics. Care to show me tomorrow in the shower?”

She smiles gently with her eyes closed. “Absolutely. And after that, you might want to show me around in your apartment... I might have missed everything except for 'naked you' and the breakfast counter.”

He laughs and looks at her in all his tenderness. He closes his eyes and moves hides his nose in her hair, breathing in her warm scent, focussing on the sound of her breathing.

Murmuring on the brink of falling asleep. “Deal, Miss Hughes. Besides you can have anything you want from me, anywhere. Because it's very clear that I was never the one in control, and hell, I love it."

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yarbz · 3 years

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cowardly game of rival — n.jaemin ( f )

synopsis!

━ as the girl’s football team captain, you were used to the endless derogatory taunts, the wolf-whistling, the attempts at romance being boys telling you what they thought of barcelona’s starting XII. na jaemin fell into all those catergories, a detestable flea in your hair. as sworn enemies, there was not even an inkling of romance, and you were convinced that your attraction to him was ONLY physical. weren’t you?

pairing ━ na jaemin x female!reader

word count ━ 6k

genres ━ fluff, rival!au, football!au, comedy, romance, very little of the football game is described in detail.

warnings ━ profanity, football terms, dirty jokes, y/n and jaemin are literally just cowards

( author's note! )

this one came to mind when i thought of how i love female footballers and decided that jaemin would be the idiot in question to chicken out of confessing to their crush by being an ass instead. i really hope you like it !! other notes are sissoko is the name of like three different players and a cracker is slang for a really good goal.

Football.

A sport of creatively insane wits, fancy footwork and incoherent celebrations. Those were all the things you loved about it, along with the ridiculously cute uniform.

It provided you an escape from the man's world, a chance to carve out your own story, free from the shackles of stereotypes. At least, that's what you'd initially thought.

Unfortunately, the boy's football team made it their sole objective in life to demean you. As captain, you took on the strenuous task of refusing to resort to physical violence when a stupid comment about your short length was made or when boys assumed you couldn't tell your Sissoko's apart (you could, quite well actually).

You had taken it as a sign of war, and refused to comment on their pathetic sneers. You did, however, feel as if Na Jaemin made a blood pact or something to be a parasite towards you.

He stood at the cusp of six foot, towering over you like an evergreen beanstalk, cheshire-cat like smile taunting you. Chocolate colour tresses fell over his eyes in straight lines, shielding his forehead.

It's not like you paid attention to his visage, but even you had to admit in your spite that he was attractive. And horribly so.

Today started like every other, going to your locker before heading to your homeroom. Luckily, you'd managed to get there before the freshmen started to pile in. Being a senior had its positives along with its various faults, one of them being the early access you got to the school.

You jammed your key in the lock, flinging open the locker door, making quick work of exchanging your books. In your fast-paced stupor, you didn't notice the figure leaning behind the door. You slammed the door shut, nail catching an patch of skin, scraping it.

"If you wanted me to leave, you could've been less catty." The voice wheedled, throwing a withering glare in your direction. You rolled your eyes, annoyed, arms crossed across your chest.

"Jaemin." You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Why are you hiding behind my locker? Are you looking for a death wish?"

He sat up slowly, soothing his reddening nose, suddenly regaining his smile as he leaned closer towards your face. "If I was looking for a death wish, I'd eat whatever food you just stuffed in there."

"Fuck off. Don't see you making any gourmet meals."

"I'm the gourmet meal." He slithered, breath fanning your nose. From this distance, you could see the wonder swimming within his eyes, breath caught in your throat.

Damn, he was too fine.

You tore your gaze from his eyes, "And yet, I don't feel inclined to taste it." He jumped back in surprise, eyes widening, giving you an opening to dash. Chuffed that you left him speechless, you walked towards your next class, resisting the urge to turn back to revel in his awe-struck face.

Jaemin's eyebrow quirked in curiosity, crooked smirk hanging from his lips. He watched you stalk away, cursing underneath his breath softly. You carried a fiery aura around you, burning him with every snarky remark — even though it beat him bruised ghastly lavenders, he could bear to play with fire if it meant you would pay him attention.

You see, Jaemin did not hate you as per say. The 'hate' which you believed in was merely his inability to profess his affections towards you. For lack of a better word, he was a coward.

A dashingly handsome one, but a fragile, chicken-legged coward all the same.

You'd made it to class in record time, ego bared boldly on your shoulders, attracting the curious eyes of your best friends Yangyang and Donghyuck. Both were terrorists in their own right, but you couldn't help loving them all the same. Sure, they came as a dreadful pair, but love had decided to shackle your heart to them.

"What's got you so happy? Jaemin finally drop dead?" Yangyang joked, shifting to make space for you. Headband strapped to the pinnacle of his forehead, he grinned at you from beneath the base of stretchy ebony material.

"No..not yet." You hummed, sad lilt to your tone.

"Awh, didn't kill him yet?" Donghyuck teased, nudging Yangyang in their laughter. "I think it must be love stopping you from committing the crime yourself." You shoved both, peals of laughter tickling your throat at their whines of pain.

"If you don't shut up, I'll be killing you two instead, never mind Jaemin." You snapped. "Love is what I feel when I score a cracker from the halfway line. Seeing Jaemin makes me want to jump out of the nearest window."

"Are you sure it's not just unresolved sexual tension? I, too get antsy when I haven't jacked off—"

"Finish that sentence and you'll have no arms."

"I'm flexible enough to suck myself off." Yangyang mused, "You'll never stop my libido."

"You're disgusting." You and Donghyuck said in sync, swatting his grabby hands from flying at your shoulders. Quite frankly, you didn't want to hear about his freakishly boneless limbs, or his untameable sex drive, nor hear anything about his genitals at all.

"Does that count as self—"

"Yes, it does. Please don't be telling people that I'm your friend, or that you can do that. It's not a little icebreaker."

Friendship with these two had crossed all sorts of personal boundaries you didn't know existed, and it was starting to decompose you, like a rotting piece of cabbage infested by slugs, yet still hanging on for the glimpse of sunlight to regenerate.

Okay, so you were being dramatic. But, that didn't explain their dire need to over share certain aspects of their lives with you.

"Doesn't change the topic at hand —Did you get my pun?" He asked, looking for Donghyuck's reaction.

"I did. Not going to comment on it before she breaks my arms. Just know I enjoyed it very much."

"If I wanted to mess around with Jaemin, I'd put my hand in a beehive. It'd sting less." You snarled, slamming down your books. They winced comically, faces alert as the teacher walked into the class.

Apart from football, you enjoyed learning — how to make things, break things, self defense, people skills, and education fell not too far from that. Classes like biology interested you greatly, which is why you found yourself fully immersed in the process of respiration.

Your mind drifted for a second, thinking back to what he'd said. Was it actually sexual tension? Did you actually bare an emotion other than loathing towards him? Then, you thought of that face and how you'd want to do nothing more than break his pretty little nose—

Yeah. There it was. You were normal after all.

School had come to her daily dreadful end, and you were happily striding into the ladies' changing rooms for football training. Nobody had gotten here yet, luckily.

You glanced over into the full body mirror, tugging at your shorts until they fell just above the bump of your knee, pulling your sock midway at your calf. Lean abs shone underneath the dim light, and you proudly paraded around the room, happy to be alone.

A knock on the door came, and you swung the door open with a feverish excitement. "Who is it?"

"Didn't take me as a bra kinda girl. Was thinking more spandex or a binder." Jaemin seethed, hands on hips, azure jersey hanging off his lithe frame.

"You're insufferable. Why are you here?" You groaned, choosing to ignore his taunt at your breast size. His eyes crinkled into upside down crescents, wandering lower to the dip of your frilly black bra.

"To see my favourite girl, of course." He whistled, eyes still glued to your unmarked expanse of skin. "I think those need a new owner." He pointed towards your chest.

"Preferably one whose face I can stand to look at."

"I'm roaring with laughter." You snarked, voice dripping with sarcasm, making no attempt to cover yourself up. Jaemin was still staring, face flushed a flaming cerise. "You gonna keep staring or are you gonna leave me alone?"

"I'm not staring. Why are you staring at me?" He shot defensively. Your eyes narrowed at him, watching his cheeks darken with every lingering stare.

"You're in the girl's changing room, drooling over two lumps of fat on the body of a girl that you hate. The real inquisition here is your lack of sensibility to stop thirsting after anything with a vagina."

Jaemin stayed silent, eyes boring holes into your full lips, tongue instinctively darting out to wet his own nimble, chapped ones. Rolling your eyes, you lead him to the door, hand clasped against the door handle.

Then, you heard loud footsteps approaching the room, incoherent rambling increasing in clarity. You began to conjure up a plan, wondering how on Earth you'd be able to kick Jaemin out without the girls knowing.

With the shouts of the team gradually getting closer, you panicked, chucking Jaemin into a locker.

"Fine, I'll leave! Lemme out!" He squirmed, trying to come out of the metal confines.

"You can't leave now, they're literally outside. Do you want to be stomped to death by Nike Mercurials?" You hissed, closing the door over, much to his protests.

"Don't wanna die with the last image being your breasts."

"If you survive this, I'll gladly provide you a new image."

He shut up at that, and you straightened, reaching for your jersey in a false calmness. The girls burst in, squeals of various greetings being thrown across the room.

You smiled gently at them, encouraging them to get changed, joining in to laugh at their jokes. The topic kept shifting from manicures to new boots before finally settling on Na Jaemin.

"Cap'n, what's going on with you and Jaemin?" One of the girls asked, batting her eyelashes softly. "A boy on the football team told me that you guys are dating."

Dating..that devil? A sin punishable by death! You repelled all instinct to shudder in disgust, instead choosing to maintain a neutral expression.

"I am absolutely not dating Na Jaemin. He's a despicable little mongrel and I'd rather eat my shoe—"

"Mon bébé chérie, why do you curse me like this?" Jaemin squeezed from the locker, voice like a wounded puppy.

"Did you hear that? I think it was—"

"No! It's my Jaemin impression. Isn't it so good?" You spluttered, voice rising in volume. You were sure that your face was a painful beetroot, breathing crazily as you over-exerted yourself.

"Cap'n, it was so good I almost thought Jaemin was in here with us!" She gushed, hands clasped. "You guys would be so cute together. Even if you don't like him, I think he most definitely has feelings for you."

The rest of the girls joined in at this, shouts of 'you should take a chance!' resounding in the hollow room. You'd already ruled out that as a possibility, chalking it down to his uncontrollable thirst for being a pest. Na Jaemin was your rival, the utter bane of your existence, a rodent that fed on robbing your spirits dry of any positivity.

"He'll get a chance when pigs fly." You muttered, noticing their eyes staring at you inquisitively, as if they knew something you didn't. Awkwardly, you smiled at the girls, ushering them towards the door, scanning the hallway after the last one had skipped out.

Jaemin untangled himself from the locker, straightening his limbs, pulling at his calves in a stretch. You peered over your shoulder, frown deepening at him.

"Did you mean what you said?" Jaemin breathed, walking into your personal bubble. He was way too close. His breath tickled your forehead, eyes dark with something you couldn't decipher.

He felt his heart pound against his chest, resisting the urge to pick the stray hair in your eye to the side. You were looking at him with a confused expression, nose scrunched, eyebrows furrowed. You were going to be the death of him. Devastated, he broke eye contact, feeling all forms of fight seep from his bones.

"You don't like me." You whispered, wincing at the wobble in your voice. "Everyone's just saying that....right?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"No. I want you to say no."

"I can't do that."

"Well, you have to say no. I don't want to hear the rest of your sentence — keep us as just this." You softly yelled, pointing between the pair of you. "Don't change anything."

"Okay. I'll leave, but only because you want me to. But, before I go..you've gotta start being more observant." He sighed, ruffling your hair before making his way out.

"I’m plenty observant. Wouldn’t be a good player if I wasn’t.”

"I’ll see it when I believe it. Oh, and the thing you said about pigs flying..”

“What about it?”

“Renjun’s working on it.”

You laughed heartily, locking the door behind you. So, Jaemin did in fact think of you as his Aphrodite — all those nicknames were genuinely created out of affections. 'Mon bébé chérie' held a lot more emotional weight than it did twenty minutes ago, and you had to breathe before your eyes prickled with saltine tears.

Fresh air hit you like a loaded delivery truck, Mother Nature delicately wiping the tears from your eyes, shaking you with a cold flourish, roaring your cheeks to life. The team had already started their warm-up drills, as opposed to the boys' football team who were cooling down from their jog.

You ran over, tightening your ponytail, shifting into 'Captain' mode. The coach pushed you into the circle, encouraging you to take the reins. "Team, we've been doing nothing but straight work. Let's make this session count before the match tomorrow." You shouted, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline.

The team chanted back, settling into their positions for the first drill — a penalty shoot out. You stepped to the ball, striding back to gain a better angle, socks hugging your knees.

Giving yourself a five second countdown, you charged at the ball, foot pointed, kicking it with a passion that rivalled Lionel Messi. It rolled in the back of the net, flying past Hyejoo, who could barely even process it.

"Still got those fire feet, I see, Cap'n!"

"Lady Luck gave them to me for a reason." You boasted, smugness slapped all over your face.

From the corner of your eye, Jaemin snickered, winking at you when you turned to make eye contact. At least he had the audacity to keep up appearances in front of everyone, even if you had probably made everything awkward.

"My granny could kick better than that, babes!" He boomed from across the pitch, teasing smirk on his lips.

"Your granny lives in a retirement home and still calls on you 'Nana Banana'..it's not very nice to lie." You retorted, eyes narrowed, nearing his hunched form.

"Doesn't mean she can't kick your ass. Granny was a little Aguero back in the day."

"She can't if I'm the Manè, can she?"

"But I'm a Modric. I'll beat your ass, any day, any time." He grinned, leaning in to you. "In any way you want."

You heard blood pumping in your ears, your cheeks filling with immense heat. He grabbed your cheeks softly, grinning even wider when you flushed even warmer, a human sauna. Pushing a lock out of your eyes, he searched your eyes for any sense of rage, face softening at your lack of that emotion.

"Any..way..I want?" You mouthed silently, innuendo catching your attention again as you mulled over the words. "Na Jaemin, you're a dirty boy."

"I think you're the dirty girl." He hummed, saying the next sentence in an octave that made your head spin, quietly enough that only the two of you could hear. "Sauntering around in your little Victoria's Secret bra, cozying up to me without even batting an eyelash or covering up."

"These boobs are mine. I'm allowed to show them to anyone I want."

"So you admit to showing them to me? You admit that you were trying to put on a show for me?" He pressed, purposely craning his neck over you.

"I was trying to change. If you didn't come into the room like a little pervert, you'd never have gotten a visual of these."

"And yet I know how they look now. There's nothing that can erase that image."

"Fuck you, Na Jaemin."

"I think you meant to say fuck me, but I'll allow the slip-up just because I'm so nice." You squirmed under his predatory gaze, heat in your cheeks akin to a fever. "Better get back to training, Cap. Your team's got a match tomorrow."

You hissed at him weakly, choosing to walk away from his provocation, going back to the team, who were all smiling at you with a glint in their eye. By the looks on their faces, they'd definitely taken that exchange as a form of flirting.

Not that you were disputing it, of course.

The coach rounded the girls up, calling them to grab bibs. You relaxed, running over to take the last bib once you'd calmed down. Na Jaemin was a little toe-sucking, filthy mongrel who only knew how to charm his way out of everything — totally not your ideal type or anything.

His penance for being blunt coupled with that honeyed voice was what was throwing you off. Not your physical attraction to him. At least, you hoped so.

The shrill shriek of the whistle behind you shook you out of your mind, bringing your attention back to the practice game. With every shot at the goal, you could see Jaemin taunting you, making kissy faces.

After the first half, you weren't sure if it was real or if you were hallucinating — almost like a mirage, he was wearing that stupid little smirk and there was nothing more you wanted than to slap those lips clean off his face.

Soon enough, you clocked that it wasn't just an illusion, as he'd shifted to the opposite end of the pitch, the other boys from the football team watching from the stands.

They'd started jeering at every pass, exaggerating their reactions, commentary toeing the border of sexual harassment. You volleyed the ball on your foot, battering it into the stands, grinning widely as it hit one of the boys in the face, leaving his nose lopsided.

"If you're gonna be a sexist piece of shit, just fuck off. My team doesn't deserve to hear your brain-dead commentary, nor see your fuck face." You smiled, bite in your voice. "Kindly take the opinion that nobody asked for and shove it up your ass."

Jaemin's eyes twinkled with respect, breath caught in his throat at the dark look in your eyes. He felt his chest warm in adoration, heart doubling in size. "You heard the lady."

"Includes you too, Jaemin. Better get home before Granny Na starts missing her little boy."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Fuck off." You said playfully, recovering the ball. He waved you bye, lugging his bag over his shoulder, fixing the collar of his jersey. A beam touched your lips, face lighting up.

Jaemin smirked back at you, taking his leave. He dragged the remnants away with him, leaving the girl's football team alone in the cooling dwindle of Autumn light.

"Nice shorts." A tug.

"Oh? Na Jaemin complimenting me?" You mused in surprise, arms folded across your chest.

"You didn't let me finish." Jaemin whispered, standing on the sidelines of the pitch, pulling at the hem of your shorts. "Ooh, I can see your stubble. Better bring out the razor."

Your jaw tightened, feeling that rush of annoyance fill your veins again. The nerve.

"More stubble than you'll ever grow on that chin."

"At least I'm not a human Sasquatch."

"I've got hair in the right places—" You started, catching the innuendo, glaring at Jaemin's raised eyebrows. "—I know what I meant. Don't be such a dirty boy."

"Say it again. Love the way it rolls off your tongue."

You gaped at him, whole body blowing a fuse, skin reddening at his tone. Sweltering heat danced atop each fingertip, each muscle, making you jolt. His gaze was still glued to your face, relishing the quickly dilating pupils in your eyes.

"I—"

"—Would rather have you speechless after our first time, not for your championship final. When you win, I'll buy you fucking adorable ice cream with the little star sprinkles that you like."

"Going to ignore you on that first statement, but the second one sounds like a motive."

"Win the match, and I'll ask you out. Properly."

You saw his eyes flash with something passionate, flakes of gooey molasses swirling behind the irises. Before you opened your mouth to reply to him, he pleaded silently for you to just take it as it was. "Gimme a chance. Who knows you better than your enemy? Nobody."

"I mean..."

"Only you know that my grandma calls me those corny names or that I see her all the time."

"Or that you lose every game that's not football because you're too lazy to pay attention." You added.

"And I know that you broke a guy's jaw because he was bothering Yangyang." He continued. "And I also know that you know one thing I've never told anyone."

"Ooh, what's that?"

"That I like you."

You looked away from him sheepishly, goosebumps popping up on your skin, and whether it was from the cold or from his words, you didn't know. He was looking down at you tenderly, ruffling your bed of hair, pressing a small, wet kiss to your forehead as the whistle blew.

"Don't play with fire, Na."

"You're more like a carpet burn."

You sighed, defeated. "Fine. I'll give you an answer when we win. If you're playing me, I'll break your arms."

"Okay. Go get 'em, Lady Luck." He smiled, waving you off as you scurried onto the pitch, face glowing under the fluorescent lights. Jaemin felt his chest tighten with pride, jaw aching from all the strenuous smiling.

With that absurdly contented face, you reminded him of a cross between a kid at a carnival and a man about to kill another. Your hair gathered wildly atop your head, a wicked glare painting your face.

This was you at peace, he deduced. Even with the gruesome of expressions, you looked calm. The pitch was truly your home away from home.

Two minutes into the second half saw you being carried off on a stretcher with a torn hamstring. You'd fallen to the grass, no sounds coming from your limp body. Jaemin swore he felt his heart plunge into his ass, and with a frantic flourish, he was coddling your head into his chest.

"Luck, don't die on me. I'm supposed to take you out for ice cream after this, and I stole Renjun's Baskin Robbins loyalty card to cut costs so if we don't go, I'll be getting beat up without having kissed your stupid face." He babbled, slapping your cheeks, scared that you'd genuinely lost your life.

You groaned, rolling slowly in the elastic. "Stop touching my face, I'll get acne." Mildly concussed, you soothed your throbbing headache, registering Jaemin's face looming over you. "Jaemin?"

"Oh, thank God. Thought I'd never see that unruly sparkle in your eyes again."

"Fuck off. My hamstring feels like a fried chicken mukbang and you're talking about my eyes."

"I can't cry before our first date. You'll think I'm a wimp."

"Already think that."

He hit your arm lightly, beaming at your focus on his face, meeting your eyes. You were glaring at him with a kissable pout on your lips, eyebrows furrowed — he wanted to pepper your face in balmy kisses.

The paramedic pushed him away, leading you to the ambulance. You flipped him off, yelling loudly as they wheeled you in, "Make sure you win! Won't forgive you if you don't."

The girl's football team had gathered around the door, all tight-lipped smiles and crumpled faces. They visibly brightened at your declaration, huddling together to recalibrate — the ref blew her whistle to call them back, summoning them back into position.

Yangyang and Donghyuck left the stands, rushing into the ambulance alongside you, closing the door behind them. Jaemin could faintly hear your loud curses, and sighed in relief, knowing that you'd be fine.

With two goals up, the team were at optimum working speed, playing loyally for your honour. Jaemin stood at the sidelines, holding your jacket in his hands as he recorded the match on his phone, wanting to send it to you later.

At 90 minutes, the girl's team had become the winner of the Division One Seoul Inter-district championship, and Jaemin was content. Not because it meant you'd go on that date with him, but because he could feel how much it meant to them.

Everyone around him was cheering madly, chanting and spraying assorted drinks in each other's faces, an infectious joy lingering in his veins. Amongst all the commotion, he'd somehow been pushed into the middle of the team, feeling their gazes boring into his frame.

"You like Cap'n, right?" The brunette said, eyes bright.

"No. I don't like her. She's my rival." Jaemin lied pathetically, trying to escape their judgement.

"Why were you in the locker room then?"

"Damn. How do you know that?"

"Cap'n is horrible at lying, so she's always upfront. She also cannot do an impression so she never attempts it."

"Wow, you guys sure know your stuff. Bet she's glad to have a team like you. I know I'm feeling a little jealous."

"Cut the smooth talk. If you like Cap'n, just be straightforward. She's more innocent than she seems, and can get her heart broken easily."

"Got it." He nodded, "Well...ladies, I have to thank you for the advice."

"No problem, but if you break her heart.." They chorused, "We'll break that pretty little nose." Fifteen studded feet swung at his face, narrowly skimming the bridge of his nose.

He flinched, caught off guard, grin bared. "Now, I definitely got that message. I'll be going to check up on her, what do you want me to say?"

"We've already called her and shown her the trophy, so we have nothing left to say, you, however...take all the time you need."

"Since I have your blessing, am I allowed to—"

"Don't finish that sentence. Keep in your lane."

Jaemin promptly closed his mouth, and bid them a goodbye, dashing into his car towards the hospital, stopping at Baskin Robbins to buy the ice cream he promised. He hoped you’d at least be able to eat the sprinkles (the ones you liked were expensive, and if you didn’t eat them, he’d just wasted an extra 2,500 won.)

In the hospital, you were now dressed in a medical gown, surrounded by the two idiots. It smelt like an experiment lab, and the spotless shades of ivory splashed on the walls made you feel a tad bit overwhelmed.

Your leg had already undergone the MRSI scan, and the nurses had told you that you’d definitely tore your hamstring, but surgery would fix it right up along with natural healing.

Of course, all those details lacked in comparison to your team finally winning the trophy you’d worked so hard towards — that excitement numbed the pain considerably.

“We thought you’d somehow died.” Yangyang confessed, grasping your hands in his clammy ones.

“You did.” Donghyuck sneered, pointing at him, continuing when he saw your face change in confusion. “Yang was convinced that you were invincible like Superman or something. He started blubbering about how you could definitely defeat the grim reaper in close contact and that should be enough to steal back your soul or whatever—”

“I’m just never going to ask questions again.”

“Jaemin was on the verge of a breakdown when he saw you fall. Never have I ever seen him run so fast towards a girl.” Donghyuck said, hand on chin in mock thought.

You blushed, remembering your promise about the ice cream and falling back into the bed in distress.

“What’s going on with you? I saw you two all friendly at the sidelines.” Yangyang murmured, eyes squinting in judgement. “Don’t tell me...you guys fucked before the game?”

Suddenly it was too hot in the room. You fanned yourself to cool down, slapping your own cheeks before pulling Yangyang’s ears. “Yeah, because I have the guts to just have my first time in a school setting.” You deadpanned.

“Naughty girl.” Both boys swooned, unable to note your sarcasm.

“Just because my leg is gone doesn’t mean I can’t harm you anymore. I’ll break your kneecaps.”

In the midst of your fight with your best friends, you spotted Jaemin opening the door, wearing that greasy smirk that made butterflies tickle your throat.

“I see a broken leg isn’t enough to stop you, is it?” Jaemin drawled from the door, hands behind his back. “Still threatening people?”

“It’s not threatening if they deserve it.” You mumbled, suddenly shy. Jaemin maintained his distance from you, arm outstretched, ice cream tub in hand. He was looking away from you, faint blush tinting his cheeks, lips squeezed in a puffy ‘o’.

“Not that I remembered or anything, but you did say something about liking these sprinkles.” He said, eyes darting around to focus on anything but you.

“I do...like these sprinkles..how did you know?”

“Everyone calls you star, and you’re cute. It’s your personality in an edible sugar shape.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, forgetting both Donghyuck and Yangyang were seated in the room. It felt like the two of you were just stuck in your own world, glaring at each other like a pair of lovers.

Unfortunately, that moment was cut short by your ungracious best friends, cooing annoyingly. They were squealing like little girls, incomprehensible screams of ‘our girl’s grown up!’ scraping your eardrums.

“Leave me alone!” You whined, face scrunched in discomfort, making futile attempts to push them away. “Jaemin...please get these two off me.”

“Asking your boyfriend to get rid of us? Already?” Yangyang hollered, one of Jaemin’s arms stopping him from jumping on you again.

“He’s not my boyfriend. As of now, he’s the only sensible one who isn’t mauling the girl with a broken leg, and that’s why I’m asking him for help.”

“Should I throw them out?”

“Yes —actually, do whatever. Let them go terrorise someone that isn’t me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

On that, Jaemin escorted both boys outside, shutting the door on them, cutting off the beginning to their long-winded rant with a smile. That left the two of you alone.

Oddly enough, the silence wasn’t stifling but rather a conversation of the mind — you were able to see what he wanted to say by looking into those mocha coloured eyes. You threw the ice cream tub in the bin, reaching for Jaemin’s hands shyly.

He’d sat down beside you on the bed, just staring at you like you were an abstract painting, a mosaic of a splendid array, unable to take his eyes off you. He took your hand warmly, running his fingers over your calloused knuckles, sharing his heat with you.

“Jaemin.” You yawned, head falling onto his shoulder. “I’m saying yes to your date. If I didn’t get injured, you could’ve taken me out today, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. Being with you is enough for me, even if I do want to comment on your horrible tackles during the match.” Jaemin teased, grabbing your hand a little tighter.

“Haha...I’m dying of laughter.”

“Hey! None of that here.”

“Sorry. I’m just happy. My team won our first championship, which we’ve been trying to do for three years, and I feel on top of the world. All those years of boys being absolute dickheads to us about our abilities, trying to put us down have amounted to this moment. I’m at peace right now.”

“Don’t apologise. I should be sorry instead. It was easier to talk to you if I pretended I hated you. I shouldn’t have been like that.”

“I accept your apology. But..I think it was cute you couldn’t tell me you liked me! That’s so endearing.”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s my line! Well, you were always attractive to me, even when you were being a dickhead. Now that I think about it, you’re at your hottest when you’re being mean.”

“Is that so?” Jaemin mused, rolling onto his hands, dangling over you, lips eerily close to your own. “Do you want me to treat you mean, keep you keen?”

“Firstly, don’t ever say that again.” You stopped him, hand placed on his chest to push him away lightly. “Secondly, I’ve never had a boyfriend or my first kiss. That means no experience.” You slurred that last part, rushing the words so he wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Cap’n, you’re telling me that I’ll be your first?”

“Not if you don’t ask me out.”

Jaemin sat back beside you, looking up to the ceiling. This was the moment. He took a deep breath, standing up before you, hands rubbing his stomach softly to calm down.

“I wanted to do a real dramatic confession, but I rushed over here in fear that you wouldn’t be able to hit me again, so I’ll have to stick with my speech.” He cheesed, trying to ease himself of his nerves. You laughed, hissing in mock anger when he wore that stupid grin. “I like you. Like a lot. Sometimes, I come to school with a dirty scowl on my face, but then I see your face and start smiling like a love struck fool. You’re someone that I wouldn’t want to lose.”

“Jaemin, you little mongrel. Come here.” You waved him over, arms outstretched in a hug. “Even though I know your ego won’t let you ask me out properly, I would love to be your girlfriend. However, if my heart is broken..I’ll be stoning your car.”

“Thought you were gonna say that you’d break my face.”

“That too.”

He snuggled closer into you, peering up at you with shining eyes, not wanting to move too much to keep you comfortable. You grinned back at him, placing a soft kiss on his head, running a hand through his hair.

That familiar silence returned, and that’s how you fell asleep with Na Jaemin enveloped in your chest. Although you’d broken a leg, Lady Luck seemed to have twiddled her fingers to send you a ‘get well soon’ present, the ever cunning Na Jaemin.

Five months later had you no longer hobbling around on crutches like a hobbit, but walking proud and tall. Jaemin drove you to school (using the excuse of carpooling) and helped you take your books to first period everyday — the alpha male in him winced seeing you attempt any ‘heavy lifting’, and he’d made it a routine.

“Can you fuck off? I can carry this.” You complained, pinching his side. “Just because I see a physio biweekly doesn’t mean I’m about as able-bodied as a monkey.”

“Got the hair to be a monkey.” He snorted.

“Look who’s talking, Mr.Sasquatch. Bigger feet than his prints, you little scoundrel.”

“Big feet means big—”

“Don’t finish that if you wanna keep the body part in question.”

“—heart. Dirty girl.”

You felt the honey pooling in your stomach, kissing his cheek in haste to escape his relentless teasing. He shut up at that, pulling you back to kiss you properly, attracting the attention of everyone in the hallway.

“Get to class.” He announced as he parted from you, enjoying your petulant face. You hit him softly, flipping him off from behind you, blowing him a kiss.

Ah, Na Jaemin. You still hated him. Just a little less this time.

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For the ship game - all the odds for Lorelai amd Aidan 😊

1. How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

It depends on the night. If one is working at Fennel Fields later than the other, usually Adrian, Lorelei is usually already in bed. If that's the case, and its a cold night, Adrian 1000% strips down to his underwear and lays on top of Lor because she "helps warm him up." They usually cuddle a bit at night, but then go to their respective sides of the bed but they often wake up spooning.

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

At first, nope not at all because of hesitancy on Lorelei's end. Once that hesitancy is gone, they're a bit more touchy but not overly exaggerated public displays of affection.

5. Nicknames? Pet-names? Any in-jokes?

Adrian calls Lorelei Rory, and occasionally Lor. But it's usually Rory. Pet-name wise definitely babe but they also call each other dude a lot lol. Lorelei will call him sweetheart sometimes too.

7. What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could?

It takes a lot for Adrian to snap, but when they first start dating, Lorelei is somewhat hesitant to fully open up to him. After talking about that, she comes around. Lorelei gets annoyed by Adrian's lack of common sense sometimes, but she wouldn't change it about him because it's part of who he is as a person.

9. Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

Yes, absolutely. Religion not so much. But marriage, children and death? 1000%.

11. Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries?

They celebrate the big holidays and always celebrate their anniversary. (Even when Adrian somehow manages to forget it.)

13. What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?

Does kicking ass count? Haha. When they're not working together to stop bad guys, they enjoy just being in the same room as each other. Adrian definitely teaches Lorelei how to play DND at one point though too.

15. How adventurous are they?

Ummm I'd say pretty adventurous. They're not afraid to try new things.

17. What would make them break up? Would it be permanent?

I'd say Lorelei holding back because of her past losses. If she didn't come around eventually? Then yeah, probably.

19. What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

Usually its Adrian's irresponsibility. Lorelei really is afraid of losing him, so if he gets hurt, even if its not a bad injury, she kind of freaks out.

21. Do they share any interests or hobbies?

Once Adrian teaches her how to play DND, they play that on a weekly basis together.

23. How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

Lorelei tends to be the one to initiate physical affection. At first, Adrian was hesitant when it came to hugs, but now he's quick to request loads of cuddles and affection from Lorelei. Lorelei almost always has to stand on her tip-toes to kiss Adrian because of their hight difference. Teasing wise, Lorelei tends to roast Adrian, but sometimes the teasing takes a flirtatious turn. Is she opposed to flirting and talking dirty to him when they're in the midst of taking down a bad guy because she knows it turns Adrian on? Most definitely not lol.

25. How much time do they spend together? Do they share their feelings or hold them in?

They spend a decent amount of time together but they don't need to actively be paying attention to the other. Just being in the same room is enough. Adrian was more open in the beginning, but he's managed to get Lorelei to share her feelings more rather than holding them in until she snaps.

27. Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

They are definitely endgame and, while they don't plan on having kids, they do end up happening too.

29. How do they handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sicknesses?

They both can handle disasters and emergencies pretty well, it comes with the job. Adrian is definitely one to mask how he's feeling when he's sick or injured. Lorelei tends to suck it up, but not as much as Adrian does.

31. Do they finish each others sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

Adrian definitely picks up on some of the phrases and habits Lorelei has. Adrian is a terrible liar, so Lorelei knows when he's hiding things right away.

33. What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions?

Presents tend to be more sentimental for them, but Adrian will sometimes get Lorelei something just because.

35. Do they bring out the best in each other or the worst? Do they have a fatal flaw?

They 1000% bring out the best in each other.

37. How much would they be willing to sacrifice for each other? Any lines they refuse to cross?

They would literally die for each other if it came down to it.

39. Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?

Technically Adrian initiated because he hit on Lorelei at Fennel Fields from day one, but Lorelei resisted for a while before pretty much telling him that he was taking her out on a date one night after their shift. Lorelei kisses him first. It was definitely love at first sight for Adrian.

41. Are they party-goers? What are they like when they're drunk? Does it happen often?

They aren't party-goers per say but they'll go to one if they're invited. Adrian is even more of a goofball when he's drunk but I also picture him being pretty needy. Lorelei is much more laid-back and open when she's drunk.

43. Do they talk often? What about? Adrian doesn't really have an off switch so they definitely talk pretty often and about anything and everything.

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

I can't think of any at the moment.

#answered #ch: lorelei grimes #otp: all along there was some invisible string tying you to me #starcrossedjedis

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Californian Dream (Pt. 04 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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In the morning, you tiptoe to the living room, but everything you find of Billy is a small note left on the kitchen table. He's at work and must be back by 5 or 6 pm. He said you can make something for lunch, and that he'll bring dinner. So, now that you're alone, you can't help but think. The names of those who died to keep playing back, and Gisele's is the one that comes louder. You feel bad for all the times you were mean to her, when you left her talking alone, storming away. But it's useless to feel this way now. It won't bring her back.

You're pacing around the living room, the news channel on, as they repeat the same things over and over. When you put both hands on your head, out of desperation, you feel as Billy's shirt lifts a little, exposing your thighs. And you realize you'll need clothes. And all your personal stuff. “Ame.” You mutter, going to the phone and calling home. As usual, it's Amelia who answers, and she squeals, happy to know you're fine. After telling her everything that happened and where you'll be staying, you start giving the instructions. Well, she's the one to point out what you'll need and how to cover up who you are.

The goal is to remain hidden, but you won't be stuck inside the apartment. So you need to look different, and for that, Amelia advises you to buy new clothes, normal clothes, instead of using the ones you have. And she kindly offers to buy everything you'll need and bring them over later today. She'll also bring all of your personal stuff. And money. Amelia tells you to keep some money with you, in case you need it. You're not sure what for, but you agree.

She gets here after lunch, with three huge pieces of baggage, and she helps you drag them to Billy's bedroom. Then, after you change out of Billy's shirt, she shows off the last part of her plan. Amelia wants to dye your hair and cut off a few inches. You don't think it's necessary, but she's worried about the situation, and for the sake of the woman who raised you, you let her do it. Once she's done, she helps you clean the bathroom before leaving, giving you a tight hug and asking you to keep in touch and be careful.

Then the rest of the day is pretty boring. You do give some trips to the bathroom, just to check the hair. It's nice having your natural color back, but you never thought it would be in these circumstances.

You're watching the news again, seating on the couch, when the door opens. Turning your head, you give Billy a small smile. When his eyes find you, he furrows his eyebrows. It takes a while for you to understand why the confused expression.

“Oh! It was Amelia.” Quickly, you explain, standing on your feet and noticing the pizza he brought. “I called her and she helped me get some stuff done and well...” You gesture at your hair. “I've been bleaching it since Elementary school so I bet nobody will recognize me now. Amelia is probably the only one who remembers my natural color but... This is it.” You're speaking too much, and maybe a little too fast, but you're not sure why. “What do you think?”

He squints his eyes, moving to put the pizza on the table. “I think you're already planning on going out.” Well, obviously. He can't possibly expect you to stay locked up in here.

“I was talking about the hair, but ok.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gesture at the pizza. “Can I eat it?”

“Yeah. I'll take a shower.”

“I'll wait for you then.”

“Alright.” Billy stands there for a few seconds, awkwardly, before walking to the bedroom. “The hair is good, by the way.”

“Thanks.” You mutter, smiling a little.

“(Y/N)!” He calls out suddenly, startling you. “Why is there a bag full of money on my bed?”

“Oh!” Rushing to his bedroom, you find a very confused Billy. You left the dark blue bag on the edge of the bed, and you completely forgot about it. “Amelia said I should have money with me, just in case I need it.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “But, uhm, if you need or want to buy something, you can, I mean... It's fifty-seven thousand dollars.” Reaching out inside that bag, you take one of the many piles. “Every pile has one thousand... So if I fall and break a bone you can use it to pay the hospital.

“Break a bone? Should I worry about that?”

“Just trying to light up the mood.” Giggling, you glance at him. “I won't jump from the window or anything. And those are my things.” You gesture, at the pieces of luggage. “Amelia got me new clothes. Normal clothes, not the expensive ones my mother makes me buy.”

“Amelia has everything figured out.”

“She does... I'll let you do your stuff.” Nodding to yourself, you walk away. You can't help but feel a little weird with all this, and the sensation of being nothing but a bother to Billy is starting to kick in.

You patiently wait for him, watching the news again. And the content of the tape was finally made known. And it's not good. Everyone was expecting a normal rescue. They'd say how much they want, get paid, and let the kids go. But apparently, that's not how it'll be.

“(Y/N).” The mention of your name startles you, your heart skipping a beat, and that's when you notice how focused you were. “Everything alright?”

“No.” You breathe out as Billy turns the TV off. “They have thirteen kids, right? It means they want thirteen parts. They'll let the media know how much, and when they get paid, they'll release one. Whoever they want. It doesn't mean that the Whaylands will get James out if they pay up.”

“These guys know what they're doing.” Billy looks down, thoughtful. “This will create chaos between the families.”

“Yeah... I'm even glad I'm stuck here because I wouldn't want to be anywhere near that mess.” Standing from the couch, you move to the kitchen table. “Can I?”

“Sure.”

Drumming your fingers on the table, you sit down, thinking about everyone they got. Alice, James, Daniel. Melissa, Candace. Michael, Antony, and Ryan. There are more... But you can't remember. Where are they now? Are they hungry? Are they being treated nicely? You doubt it. By the violence those men showed, they're not being nice. It could've been you, who knows where now, maybe starving, terrified... They're not your friends. They're just people you know, but still, you want them all back, alive and well. You want to hug them, to talk to them again, even if it means being part of their superficial conversations. You just want to have the chance to.

“Hey,” Billy calls, and you snap out of your thoughts, noticing you were biting your lip too harshly. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” Muttering, you take a slice of pizza, taking a bite.

“What did you have for lunch?” The question comes in a careful tone. Low and steady. He knows what you're thinking about.

But you can't answer it. It only hits you now that you haven't eaten anything all day, and the pain in your stomach is only surrendering because you're eating now. So you clear your throat, giving Billy a look. “Uhm... I haven't.”

“What?” He puts his slice down, a serious face on. “Couldn't you find anything you like?”

“That's not it I... I was watching the news all day and the police did next to nothing.” Gesturing at the TV, you sigh. “And I just can't understand how those big ass vans just disappeared into the night. It's just... One of the three people who were in the hospital died. Five of those working in the kitchens died in the explosion. They found the bodies today, and I just... I just wasn't hungry...” Maybe you should just say the last part. Billy doesn't need to know how desperate you feel.

“(Y/N), you gotta eat. What would your father say if he knew–”

“Billy, I need you to stop thinking about my father.” Cutting him off, you push some of your hair back, out of your face. He has to stop doing that. You don't want to be a job, you don't want him to see you as someone he has to look after. “What? Do you think I'll give him daily reports on my routine?” Making a pause, you take another bite, now a little annoyed. When you swallow it down, you stare at Billy again. “Day one. I woke up in Billy's bed, wearing one of his shirts. He left a cute note. I spent the whole day watching the news, freaking out a little, crying a little. Them Billy came back and brought me pizza.” You make sure to sound as annoyed as you feel. “Day two...”

“Maybe you should do that.” He says, those blue eyes locked on yours. Why is he staring at you like that, so intensely? Is he doing that thing again, trying to understand you? Because he always succeeds.

“Maybe you're crazy.” Shaking your head, you focus on the pizza again, silently finishing your slice. It might be so weird for him. Billy doesn't bring girls here, and here you are, invading his private life, stealing his bed. “The bed is yours today.”

“Alright.”

“Yeah...” As you take a second slice, you remember the gala. From the moment he picked you up until right before the explosion. It was easy talking to Billy, you didn't have to think before speaking. It was... Good. Effortless. You couldn't stop smiling, and you did wish you could hang out with him more. You felt free from all the rules and regulations, finally able to be someone genuine. Not the fake version you present to people.

But now... It's weird, uncomfortable. You did expect it to change as the days go by, but it didn't.

You started to count, obviously. Day three, day four... And it only got worse, if that's even possible. He always brings something to dinner, and you eat silently on the kitchen table, only to sit on the couch for a while, as far from the other as possible, and watch TV in silence. It's like two strangers sharing a roof, and you slowly give up the idea of this being something good. It isn't. Billy doesn't want you here, that's pretty clear. And it got even more obvious after the weekend. You told him he could go out if he wanted to, but he didn't. And it was just the same. Few words were spoken, a cold distance kept. He's like someone else entirely, not the same Billy from the beach.

And on the eighth day, you had enough. So you wait for Billy to go to bed, since it's his turn, and wait an hour before tiptoeing to the phone. Amelia is the only one you can talk to, whose advice you trust. So you call the private line she keeps in her bedroom, nervously biting your lip as you wait for her to pick up.

“Hello. Who's this?”

“Ame. It's me.” You whisper, giving the hall a look before turning around, leaning against the wall. “I'm sorry to call so late but I needed to talk.”

“Of course, honey. You know you can call me whenever you need.” When you were at the house, you used to bug her even late at night when you needed help, or just to rant about something. She was always there. “What's going on?”

“Uhm... Ame, this... This isn't working. Living with Billy is... Complicated.”

“Why?” You hear something in the back, maybe a glass being put down. “I remember you were getting along just fine since the day he saved you from drowning.” She giggles. “I saw you going around with him, laughing and chatting.”

Sighing, you shake your head a little. It was different back then. You don't know how, but you know it was. “Yeah, but he just... It just...” Damn it. Of all people you know, if you had to pick someone to do this, as crazy and insane as it is, you'd pick Billy. In any other house, those mansions, you'd have to act on your best behavior, participate in those formal rites for every meal, be always polite and kind. Here, you thought it would be better. You thought you'd have fun, as you used to on those days, with funny comments and quick remarks. Now... You don't know. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You burst out, keeping your voice low.

“Why do you think that?”

“He's just... Distant. Cold.” Why does it bother you so much? The Billy you met before was the one treating you as his boss. One of the owners of one of the houses he works on. What did you think? That he'd keep the act? “I'm an inconvenience. He's just doing that because my father will pay him in the end and no, I have no idea why it bothers me so much, but I just... I thought it'd at least be nice, but it isn't so...”

“(Y/N), Billy is a guy. I'm sure he's just making sure you don't feel uncomfortable.” She speaks slow, and you start bouncing your leg nervously.

“Amelia, I don't want him to fall in love with me, ok? I just thought we'd become friends or something like that.” The words come out fast, and you're a little pissed. “Billy doesn't want me here.” You repeat.

“Why does it bother you so much?”

“Because I had a nice time with him.” You burst out, throwing your free hand in the air. “He's so different from the idiots I'm surrounded by. I don't have to fake it, I can just say the stupid things that come to my head and I never had anyone I could be myself with. And God, I was so stupid to think this would be fun, or...” Taking a deep breath, your voice fades as you collect your thoughts. Moving from the wall, you start pacing around. “I'll just look for some apartment to rent, Ame. I don't want to be–” The sentence is cut short when you see a figure standing by the end of the table. Your eyes go wide, a hand on your heart as you recognize Billy, arms crossed, his eyes on you. “Ame, I'll have to go. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Alright, honey. Try talking to Billy before making any decisions.”

“Ok. Good night.” You mumble before hanging up. Swallowing hard, you step back, leaning against the countertop. “Did you... Hear anything?” That's a stupid question, of course he did. He wouldn't be looking so pissed if he didn't. But it doesn't matter. This gotta be over soon, so you both will feel better.

“From the very beginning.” He says, tilting his head at the phone. “Heard you talking to someone and decided to check.”

“Ok.” Nodding to yourself, you look down at your feet. “I was thinking and I believe it will better if I look for some place I can rent around here. But don't worry, I won't tell my father so you'll still be paid.” As you speak, you make your way back to the couch, but Billy grabs your arm, forcing you to stop.

“So you think I don't want you here,” Billy mutters, his face lit up by the bluish light coming from the TV. He's gorgeous, so gorgeous that it's hard to say something to his face.

“That's crystal clear, Billy.” Giving your arm a pull, he let it go. “You said it yourself, you don't bring girls to your place and you were forced into having me here and I totally get that you don't like it.” Turning your back at him, you sit on the couch, eyes on the TV, but not paying any attention.

“You got it wrong.”

“I don't think so.”

“I just...” He makes a pause, so long it makes you look up at him. “I'm trying to give you some space.”

“Well, you gave me so much space it actually feels like I'm living alone.” Angrily, you move to lie down, fixing the blanket on your legs. “It'll better if I just move out.”

“Listen, I know you don't like this place.” Billy turns the TV off, and if it wasn't for the dim light coming from the street, you'd be in complete darkness. “It's tiny, your bedroom is bigger than this apartment.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Remember when the railing of your balcony was broken by a storm? I fixed it.”

You remember it. There was a huge summer storm, and a branch was ripped from a nearby tree, knocking down half of your railing. When you came back home on the next day, it was fixed. But you'd never guess it was Billy. “Thanks.”

“You don't have to thank me for doing my job.”

“Goddamn it, Billy.” Kicking the blankets away, you stand up. “Stop treating me like some rich chick! Stop putting words in my mouth and stop saying I can't thank you for doing something!” You're yelling, despite the late hour. The neighbors won't like it. “You never asked me what I think about your place so you can't possibly know if I like it or not. And yes, thank you for fixing my railing, thank you for keeping my pool clean, for cleaning the leaves, for... Hell, for sheltering me! But it's getting tiring. I thought you'd treat me like a normal girl like you did on the beach, but I get it now that it was just an act so I'll just leave.” That said, you're already in motion, not sure why. But you're unlocking the door and storming out, furious, easily finding the stairs and rushing down.

“(Y/N)!” Ignoring Billy, you don't stop, wiping some tears that escaped when you push the building doors open, the fresh night air making your breath in deeply.

You're overwhelmed. There's nothing new about the kidnappings. The criminals asked two million dollars for the first kid, but that was it. The police can't seem to get any closer to finding them, and the same goes to the many private investigators on the case. And the only good thing that came out of this shit, being with the only person on Earth with who you felt like you could be yourself, backfired. You feel stupid, deceived. Walking down the sidewalk, you roll your eyes when you hear the building doors banging, quickening your pace.

“(Y/N).”

“You wanted to give me space. Then give me some freaking space.” Your voice is cracking, which only makes you feel more like an idiot.

“Alright. I'm sorry, ok?” He raises his voice, and soon enough he's grabbing your arm. But you push him away until he let it go. “I shouldn't assume you would turn out to be like the other girls. You're not like any of the rich kids I met.”

“You don't have to do it now. You made everything very clear.”

“Would you listen?” Billy furrows his eyebrows, stepping back, a hand on his head. “I have this habit of expecting the worse, it always kept me from being caught with the guard down. But I'll admit I was wrong about you.” Avoiding his gaze, you pace around, not sure if you want to believe it. “I had a nice time with you too. That was the worst party I've ever been to, but it was good to know there's someone from their world who isn't completely rotten on the inside.”

You don't know why but the insult makes you giggle. But it's only because he's right. The fact that they're being held hostage doesn't change how some of those people are mean and rude. Their situation doesn't change who they are. And, being born into what Billy called ‘their world’, made you see the worst side of everyone. Money corrupts weak minds, you've seen it. The more they have, the more they want.

“Fine then...” Finally turning to face him, you sigh. “What now?”

Billy reaches out his hand, and you look at it, not moving yet. “First, let's get inside. You're in pajamas in the middle of the sidewalk.”

That makes you laugh, looking down and taking in the leggings and the baggy shirt you're wearing which leaves one of your shoulders exposed. “My mother would literally squeal if she saw me now.”

“She doesn't have to know.” That makes you smile even more, and you feel like you just got a glimpse of the Billy you were with at the beach. So you take his hand, breathing in, and letting him guide you back inside.

@multific @dontxfearxthereaper @nope-thanks @nikkixostan @shinydixon @clockworkballerina @infinitelycharmed23

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x y/n #billy imagine #billy hargrove imagine #imagine billy hargrove #billy hargrove #billy stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x you #imagine stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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mammonspeanut · 4 years

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A fic where MC gains the ability to dreamwalk and starts plaguing the brothers with nightmares where she's relentlessly hunting them down in a monstrous form and wherever they hide, Lilith appears with the wounds from the fall; if they get hurt in the dream they get hurt in reality as well, added that they're powerless against her in their dreams.

Hope you enjoy what I put together ,

Some warnings: Assault, death, mention of gore, mention of sexual assult.

It was weird for MC one moment they were having their head bashed against the wall by Lucifer after Belphegor had used them for his pleasure. The next MC was lying on the floor motionless. Suddenly they heard Satan opening the front door, panic rising as they heard how he slammed the door closed. MC tried to scramble to get on their feet as blood dripped from their body.

“No, no , no, no..”MC mumbled terrified, slipping on their own blood the pain shooting through their body.

“Great timing,” Satan grumbled as he stood over MC stepping on their back.

Hissing MC tried not to yelp out in pain as he shifted his weight onto them.

“What should I do today, should I take Belphegor's approach and use you like I please or should I bash your face in. Asmodeus does like humiliating you in public, maybe I could do that as well, what do you think?”, Satan teased, pushing up their skirt with his shoe.

“Please, no,” MC blubbered through the blood collecting in their mouth.

“What did you say? You want me to do everything to you? Sounds good to me,” Satan hissed, grabbing MC by the hair to drag them into his room, their voice breaking as they screamed for help.

“A fuck…” Satan barked as he rolled MC’s lifeless body off of his desk, pulling up his pants before calling out Lucifer’s name.

It didn’t take long for not only the eldest brother to show up but the others following as well.

“Did you have to overdo it Satan?”, Lucifer asked looking down at MC kicking them with his foot.

“If you hadn’t gone over the top beforehand,” Satan sighed annoyed as he dropped into the chair crossing his legs.

“Hmpf, you are the one that can’t control himself, had I known I would have sent someone to keep an eye on you,” Lucifer sighed watching Beel pick up MC’s body.

“Well, done is done might as well get rid of MC,” Levi said, ending the argument setting them up for a discussion on how to get rid of their body.

“Mh… Leave it to me, “ Beel happily said, patting MC’s ass before leaving the room.

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“The fuck was that,” Asmodeus jumped as he heard a spoon fall to the ground.

“A spoon, you moron,” Mammon snapped visibly agitated.

It had been weeks since everyone has slept without the image of their belated sister or other forms haunting them down. No-one really knew the reason yet most of them bet on MC who had passed, their spirit haunting them in their dreams, wanting revenge for what the brothers had done to them.

“I can’t take this anymore,” Belphie yelled, knocking over a glass of water.

“Just shut up, SHUT THE FUCK UP!,” Asmodeus snapped, his tail whirring through the air in Belphegor’s direction.

“Stop it, right now!”, Lucifer sternly demanded.

“How the fuck are we supposed to stop, I fucking saw Lilith without her head, we still don't know what the fuck is HUNTING, LUCIFER DO YOU HEAR ME? HUNTING Beel. I don't even want to start explaining what is happening with Asmodeus because it's even fucked up to our standards," Mammon barked pointing at Lucifer. His head snapping around as he thought he had seen something out of the corner of his eyes.

He knew this would be a daily occurrence from now on, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He himself was used to sleepless nights. but even he had to admit that seeing his sister, broken, battered and begging him for help was getting to him.

“Lucifer?”, Beel timidly called out. The large demon afraid of the answer to his upcoming question “When will this end?”

The room fell silent as everyone knew the answer to the question, hesitation heavy in the air as every brother hoped someone else had a better answer.

“Never,” Diavolo’s voice ran through the room as Barbatos took his place next to the demon prince.

Opening his mouth to ask a question, Asmodeus quickly hushed Mammon kicking his shin.

“Before you ask, yes I have seen MC as well. As everyone else has,” Diavolo said, looking at his butler twitching in random intervals his eyes dim.

“H-H-Has any- o-o-ne, seen the-th-the angels?” Barbatos stammered as he tried to suppress his body from turning into his demon form.

“What are you all looking at me for?” Asmodeus asked, folding his arms.

“Aren’t you the one who is regularly balls deep in one of them?” Diavolo sternly questioned, his fingers digging into Asmodeus' shoulder.

“M-My Lord,” Barbatos said, hoping to calm the prince who stood tall behind Asmodeus.

“Yes, Lord Diavolo. I don’t know much since we obviously don’t talk much, but what I’ve seen is that Luke has been having random breakdowns throughout the day at RAD.”, Asmodeus quickly answered.

“I see…” Diavolo grumbled, looking into the round.

#meanbois #meantalk #ask #combo ask

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mrs-hollandstan · 5 years

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can you write blurbs for all the boys (sam, tom, haz, harry) where they're single dads and he's tired after a long day and snap at their kid and he/she gets upset and runs off to their bedroom. he takes a breather for a minute because he feels awful before going to follow after them. when they walk in, their baby is on their bed crying under a blanket and snuggling with their teddy. then the kid asks "are you gonna leave me like mummy did?" and he feels worse and apologizes and cuddles w them

It's a long boi

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Sam: Little Liam was SO upset when his daddy snapped at him. Sam had given him the world, but work kicked his ass on the daily and his patience was wearing thin. Ever since the three year old was dropped on his doorstep with a strong word from his mother and Sam took the curious, wandering eyed one year old into his home, he had been Sam's everything. But the nagging of why he was home so late after he'd already been frustrated about every little thing during and after work had him yelling at the little one, not meaning to. When he heard the quiet cries, he had no choice but to go and check on him. He felt terrible and the cries of Sam's most prized posession had his own heart breaking.

He taps at the door, but he opens it before hearing an answer, walking to the bed where Liam had curled himself up. Sam kneels by the bed, rubbing long locks of brown hair from Liam's face which is faced away from him. He purses his lips,

"I'm sorry L. I didn't mean to snap at you, I've just been on edge with work." Liam sniffles before he starts to turn to lay on his back,

"You don't love me anymore do you? You're gonna leave me like mumma did." He says softly. It breaks Sam's heart and he swears his heart stops as he stares into the soft green eyes of his little boy that he remembers rocking to sleep at the hospital just after his birth. And now here he is, thinking that he's unloved. Sam let's out an uneasy breath before he pulls Liam from the bed, cradling him against his chest as he lays on the small bed in the room. Liam clutches to him,

"No, no, L. I'm not going anywhere... you're not going anywhere. You know what I promised you the day you were born?" Liam shakes his head as he looks up at Sam who runs his fingers through Liam's hair. Sam swallows,

"I promised you, the day you were born that no matter what happened, no matter who tried to take you from me or whatever happened to our arrangement with your mumma that I would love you, protect you until the day I died. And I'm still doing that, trying to at least. I go to work, trying to provide for you and giving you all I can until I can get something better." Liam plays with his daddy's tie, nodding along. Sam leans in to kiss his forehead,

"But... I'm gonna start looking around for another job okay? No more yelling at you." He gives a soft smile before kissing Liam's cheek. His smile is more sad when he pulls back. He sighs,

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you okay?" Liam nods after a moment,

"'S okay daddy." Liam replies softly. Sam nods, letting Liam climb over him, laying on his chest. Sam strokes up his back,

"I love you." Liam sighs as he snuggles into his father,

"Love you too daddy."

Harry: Caroline, Harry's now four tear old daughter meant more than anything to him. So much so that the day of her fourth birthday, he's attempting to make her her favorite meal that her mother perfected and he can't get it right. Once he's officially ruined it and Caroline us standing at his feet, pestering him, he just snaps, scaring his baby girl to no end who instantly rushes off with tears in her big brown eyes. He's devestated he's done something like this and he's afraid of chasing her down because she's probably afraid of him now. So he let's it go a little while before he can sort out her favorite takeout and then he heads to her room,

"Hey princess." He coos softly after opening her door. But she nuzzles down further into her stuffed bear that's bigger than her, whimpering as her father comes into view. He creeps closer, sitting at the foot of the bed to face her. He holds his hand out and she doesn't take it, tear streaks across her cheeks. He clicks his tongue, reaching out to run his thumb across them,

"I'm sorry little love. I didn't mean to do that. I just messed up your birthday dinner and I felt bad enough. It's been a long day my angel." She whimpers again and the noise breaks Harry's heart. She raises herself just the smallest bit,

"I'm sorry I was so annoying. Please don't leave me like mummy did." She says, Harry's eyes widening before she crawls forward to his own body, Harry standing and pulling her close,

"Oh angel... oh baby no, I'm sorry. It's not like that. No one's going anywhere." Holding her against his chest, her head against his shoulder, he finds the beanbag chair in the corner, sitting in it with her cradled to him,

"Never again love. You're not losing another parent, I promise." She nods, holding Harry tight as if she'd lose him. He kisses the top of her her head,

"Its alright love. Do you... do you forgive me for yelling at you? You know I never mean it." She looks up, letting Harry brush hair aside. She nods, her lashes fluttering like Harry thinks is adorable. Resting her chin on his sternum he smiles,

"Good. Now... I ordered your favorite takeout. Chow mein and sweet and sour pork. Then I got your some wontons and egg rolls." Her eyes light up at the mention of her favorite foods and she gasps at the wontons. Harry chuckles,

"Is that exciting? And you know what... just cause it's your birthday and I yelled at you, you can have my fortune cookie." Caroline squeals at Harry's offer, giggling along with him when he tickles her. Once they settle, ye sighs, pulling her hair off to one side,

"Happy birthday to you my best blessing." She smiles, relaxing against him again,

"Thank you daddy."

"You're welcome love."

Harrison: Amelia has seen zero outbursts from her daddy. And she never mentioned her mother because she favored Harrison because he was one of the most down to earth, loving, giving man a daughter could ask for. Sure the custody thing was hard on everyone, but he made sure that for Amelia it was as calm as possible.

The day he snapped at her it was new and scared Amelia. She wasn't upset he'd done it, she was scared that he did. So with her running off to her room and slamming it, much to Harrison's surprise, he was left to stew in his emotions until he'd calmed enough to approach her with no anger left over. So he makes her favorite little snack, heading to her exquisite room and setting the tray of goodies on the tiny tea party table. Pulling a chair out, he sits in it, keeping his distance, but he can see those same crystal blue eyes he has staring back at him from the three and a half year old's bed,

"Daddy's sorry for yelling at your Ms. Osterfield." He says softly. She blinks at him and he can see that her eyelashes are damp and dark in tears which hurts him more than anyone will know. She raises her head, dirty blinders hair falling in her face,

"Are you gonna leave me like mommy did?" The question has Harrison's breath hitching in his throat. He shakes his head as he stands again, walking to the bed and holding his arms out. Without hesitation, seeing that he's calm, Amelia stands on her bed and throws herself into his arms, letting him hold her against his torso, her head against his shoulder. He walks to the large window in her room, feeling tears burn his own eyes as the question plays over and over in his head. They stand in the light for a minute before he sighs, kisses her forehead and speaks up with the same soft voice,

"I will never, ever leave you. You're my whole life and I would do anything to make you happy. I snapped because it's been a long day. I had so much lube learning to do and I just... I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to and I want to focus more on learning lines so I can give you more, but I'm gonna get you some more distracting stuff to do so we can avoid this, yeah?" Amelia nods, reaching up to tuck her thumb in her mouth sleepily. Harrison smiles and reaches up to brush her bangs from her eyes,

"So... I made your favorite, strawberry mice and peanut butter snails. We can have a little tea party. You want to?" Amelia nods again, letting Haz set her down, but latching to his fingers that dangle at his sides, smiling across the table from him when he sits. He sighs and smiles the same bright smile,

"Would you luke to pour some tea for us Queen Osterfield." His smile widens when that little giggle he loves to hear echoes off the walls and she lifts her little teapot to pour fake tea into the small cups.

Tom: Micah, Tom's now four and a half year old little boy isn't used to his daddy working so much. Now that he is, with all the new movies he's signed onto to get them out of the apartment and into a house, he's pushy for attention. And Tom isn't thinking when he just looks up and screams at the little one in the kitchen doorway who gasps and instantly pouts, turning and running with tears in his eyes.

Tom, being the father he is, instantly feels terrible and chases after Micah who tries to close Tom out, a stubbornness he inherited from Tom. He watches Micah bolt to his little tent in the corner of the room, thinking he can escape his father, who's currently the hulk. Tom clicks his tongue at the sniffles from the tiny gray tent, crouching to his knees and crawling to the opening, not opening as he lays just outside, playing with the carpet,

"I'm here... I'm sorry little man." Tom says when there's silence. He looks around the room, laying flat on his stomach. Creeping the smallest bit forward, Tom peeks inside the tent finding Micah in the corner. The little brunette looks up, tear tracks across his cheeks,

"You don't love me... you're gonna leave me like mumma. For work. Where do I go?" Tom coos sadly, features softening,

"Oh Micahbear, no. No, I'm not goin anywhere. You stay here. I'll never choose work over you. Look at you. You're the cutest." He lays in the entrance of the tent for a moment more before speaking again,

"I wouldn't do what I do, I wouldn't have taken all these new roles if I didn't want the best for you, didn't want to raise you to be a successful man that does everything right like I couldn't be. I want you to be a strong little guy through and through and I'm trying to show you you can do that with hard work." Tom watches Micah's movements before holding a hand out,

"Come here." Micah shakes his head but Tom keeps pushing, a habit of that shared stubbornness. Creeping forward, Micah only let's yo when Tom tickets him, giggling and throwing his body forward enough for Tom to draw him out. He pulls him into his lap, crossing his own legs for Micah to sit on,

"I love you. You're my whole life and I would never hurt you on purpose. You know that." Leaning in with his arms wrapped around Micah, he kisses the little boy's cheek, leaving his cheek against Micah's after. He sighs,

"I didn't mean to yell at you. I promise I won't again, okay?" Micah nods after another minute, playing with his father's fingers. Tom smiles, ruffling the long brown hair,

"And I promise to take you on a plane when I finish the films I'm working on. I'll take you to all the press tours okay?" Micah is excited then, nodding more firmly,

"Okay daddy." Tom nods and stands, Micah dangling from his arms with a giggle. Tom smiles,

"Alright then... how bout you help me figure out how to remember these lines, yeah?" Micah nods once more. And just like his stubbornness inherited from Tom, he also inherited the quick forgiveness that Tom is seeing in the moment.

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allthingshetalia · 5 years

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How would the Axis, Allies (including Canada, Prussia , and Romano) react to their S/O being a deep sleeper, like they legitimately will not wake up they're basically dead when they fall asleep and they sleep through huge storms. I love you boo💖

💕I love you too 💕

America

Is a deep sleeper too, so let’s just hope no one breaks into your house in the middle of the night or neither of you will hear it.

England

A little jealous. He wishes he could sleep through storms because as we know England is a very rainy country so there have been many sleepless night due to thunder.

France

Finds it cute the way you just curl up next to him and don’t wake up until he literally picks up up and takes you downstairs to the living room for breakfast

Russia

Loves it because he enjoys watching you sleep.

China

Doesn’t mind because he can go and make breakfast and be as loud as he wants.

Canada

Finds it quite humorous because he has accidentally kicked you off the bed a few times and you didn’t even flinch.

Italy

Heavy sleeper too so both of you sleep through alarms and are always late

Japan

Likes it because he can watch anime long after you have fallen asleep on him

Germany

You better wake your ass up for your daily dose of exercise

(He does find it kinda cute though)

Prussia

Loves it because he knows that if something ever happened in the middle of the night (break in, fire, etc.) that your life would be in his hands and he loves to feel like the protector of the family.

Romano

He snores so the fact that you don’t wake up makes life a whole lot better

#aphhetalia #hetalia #allthingshetalia #aphgermany #aphprussia #aphromano #aphamerica #aphrussia #aphfrance #aphcanada #aphjapan #aphchina #aphengalnd #aphitaly #requestsareopen #requests #imagines #headcons and imagines

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 8)

"What'll it be, Jack?"

After about an hour of kicking it with the crew, Luna heads back to Ashley's house. Colson is going to pick her up around 10p.

Luna and Ashley take the extra time hanging out and catching up. They speak daily but haven't seen each other since Christmas. It's now the end of April. Snacking on the couch, Luna asks Ashley if her and Dom want to come out tonight. Ashley says maybe to the club later, but most likely not because they're going to dinner and will probably do something more low key. Luna loves her honesty. She then asks Luna what she intends to do at the strip club, Luna tells her, her elaborate plan and why.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! THAT was YOU!?? He's told me about that night and THAT GIRL!!" She's laughing. "I never put 2 + 2 together!!!" She continues to laugh. "I feel so dumb! Because now all of a sudden it all makes sense." She says whisping her hands around. "You guys are cosmic." She says with a huge smile. "ANNNND!!! YOU are fucking nuts!!" Ashley laughs. "BUT he is going to LOOOOOVE it!" She stops for a second. "I didn't realize you guys were connected like THAT. I thought shit just popped off last night."

"Nah.." Luna says. "He's not a rando." She stops before asking her friend. "Is this ok? Colson and I? With you? You know I'd die for you Ash, so fuck a dick." Luna says. Silently regretting her words.

"No, no, no, Loons!! You know how that was. Kells and I are roll dogs."

"Still. It's the first dick we've shared... EVER!" Luna emphasises.

Ashley laughs and looks at her friend square in the eye. "But, HE'S YOUR DICK, Loons. He was never mine."

Both satisfied with the conversation they move on to shit talking for a bit.

Shortly after, Luna starts to get dressed for the evening.

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Colson pulls up to Ashley's. Walking up to the door he notices he has butterflies.

"Fuck, I've been here before. Why am I so nervous?" He thinks to himself. "Because it's not the place. It's her." He suddenly realizes.

After a solid knock, he can hear Jagger barking from the other side of the door. Colson loses his breath when Luna answers it. She's dressed slightly casual in a pair of high waisted cutoffs and over the knee laced up wedge boots. His eyes are immediately drawn to her voluptuous breasts on display in a nude bra under a sheer, star sprinkled black shirt. She's littered in her usual jewelry. Again, she has minimum makeup up but a deep red lip.

He can't help but notice. "She really is naturally beautiful." He muses to himself.

"My Kitten, you look WONDERFUL tonight." Colson tells her while licking his lips. She laughs.

"Is that a thing now?" She asks, standing on her tippy toes, throwing her arms around his neck before kissing him 'Hello'. Their tongues tease each other's happily.

"Which one?" He asks kissing her with a smack.

Pleased with his answer, "Doesn't matter, I like them both." She says smiling as she releases him, leans down, grabs 2 bags and closes the door.

"You better." He says, smacking her on the ass. He takes her extra bag as they walk to his Rover.

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The strip club is loud but not too crowded. Everyone sits down in VIP, begins to order drinks and enjoy the girls. After a bit, Slim dips off to procure Colson a private room. Once Slim returns, Luna excuses herself to go to the bathroom. Instead she grabs her extra bag out of the Rover and proceeds to find the small help she needs. It's not long before Luna is chatting up one of the girls, mentioning how it's her boyfriend's birthday and she'd like to dance for him. She follows her new friend, Ginger, back into the dressing room.

"Did I just call him my fucking boyfriend?" She asks herself, making her way through the club.

The backstage dressing room is busy and loud. Luna's has friends who dance so she's familiar with the scene. Ginger takes her over to her station. "Feel free to use anything you need. You're not working so the other girls shouldn't bother you." Ginger reassures her before heading back onto the floor.

"Thank you." Luna says. She's not worried about anything and has everything she needs already. She smiles and blushes, thinking of the first night she saw Colson. She loves that he remembered her by her coat. It's one of her most cherished, vintage pieces and she doesn't go many places without it.

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Colson is sitting in a private room. He hasn't seen Luna for a while and is trying not to over think his current situation of Slim shoving him in this room.

"I REALLY hope this doesn't piss her off..."

His thoughts are broken when the door opens. He sees one black heeled, fishnet leg slide between the crack. There's a black bow at the top of the high highs. As the door opens fully, Luna steps in. She's wrapped in the cheetah print coat and fishnet stockings. Colson can't see much more. He feels his dick instantly grow. "Holy Shit, Luna." He says sitting up in his seat, as she slowly let's the coat slide open, walking towards him. He admires her body as it comes into his full sight. He loves that she always seems to wear black lingerie. As she comes closer, she begins to sing Happy Birthday as she straddles him, unbuttoning his shirt. He slides the coat off of her body. "Happy Birthday, Dear Bunny." She sings seductively in between sloppy kisses, grinding and opening his shirt, caressing his bare chest. "Happy birthday to you." She finishes with a smile and a giggle.

"You are so fucking awesome." He breathes into her as his hands make their way over every inch of her body. She throws her head back in pleasure as he kisses her neck, grinding hard into his cock. "I fucking WANT you." He pants.

"Take me." She heaves into the air.

With those words, he straightens her out, pushing her back by her hips and grabbing her by the back of her hair to look directly into her eyes. "Once I fuck you. You're fucking MINE." He says firmly.

She grabs him by the jaw, never breaking eye contact, stating "I better be your FUCKING ONLY." Before kissing him hard on the mouth. Then she stands up over top of him on the couch. He nibbles her scorpion, making her squirm and giggle. Kissing her stomach and hip bones, he slides her black panties down her thighs, exposing her pussy. She lifts her right leg, sliding one leg through the panty hole. She rests that foot on top of the couch as Colson grabs the back of her thigh tightly and buries his face in her sopping cunt. He's devouring her, hungrily. Luna grips his hair and the wall to balance against his strong arms. She moans in pleasure.

"We're doing this.?" She half asks herself. "We are and I don't fucking care." She thinks. Letting any rule or worry drop away. Focusing completely on Colson.

He licks each fold slowly and firmly. It's not long before she's twitching, pulling on his head begging for him to be inside of her. He pulls her down so that they're nose to nose. Looking into her hungry eyes. "Are you sure?" He asks.

She nods pulling his face to hers. "I'm all in." She heavily breathes. He beams as they kiss each other passionately. He moves his mouth to her neck. She unhooks and slides off her bra, leading him to kiss her pierced breasts. She unbuckles his belt, sliding his jeans and briefs down with his help. She takes his huge cock and slides him slowly into her tight, dripping pussy.

"OHHHHH FUCK." Colson thinks.

He's so big she has to adjust a couple times to take him fully inside of her. He groans in pleasure with each shift. Once he's finally in she begins to slide up and down his cock slowly, shifting her hips along the way. Through deep kisses they both moan in ecstasy. Sliding deeper and faster "Put your hand around my throat" she whispers. Colson's dick rages at her request.

With this, Colson throws the cheetah print coat on the couch beside him. Staying inside of her, he lifts and lays her on it. He slides out when he throws her fishnet covered legs over his shoulders. She inhales excitedly as his dick slides back into her plump, wet pussy.

"Does my dirty, little, whore like that? He asks as he slightly tightens his grip.

"Mhmmmmm" she moans bucking harder against him. She can feel her walls gripping his cock

Luna throws her head back as her mind goes black.

Her body grips his tightly and giggles the way she did for him last night. He can feel her cum on his cock. Smiling he flips her over. She groans in pleasure as he enters her again from behind. After a few pumps, she's slamming her ass against his dick.

"Shit! I don't know if I'm fucking her or if she's fucking me." He thinks amused as he pulls on her long blonde hair, drawing her head back and slapping her shaking bare ass.

He's quickly learning what she likes as she flares up from his actions. He can feel her about to cum. Again. As she bucks harder. He swings her back around. Throwing her legs back over his shoulders, diving deep into her sweet pussy. After a few moments he lets out a loud groan, exclaiming "I'm cumming, Kitten!" as he releases himself inside of her.

"HOLY FUCK!! HOLY FUCK!! HOLLLLLY FUCK!" Her brain can only scream.

She squeezes tight, bucking against his throbbing dick a couple more times before exploding all over them both. Again.

"Me too, Bunny." She giggles lowly in his ear, kissing him on the cheek. He rests his floating head her back.

Their chests heaving together. Him laying warm inside of her. A few moments later he shifts, popping out of her. He rolls her over into his arms, raising her chin and looks into her heavy blue eyes with a bit of fear. "I need you to meet Casie. Because. I'm in love you, Luna. And I'm falling harder every second."

He sees her eyes light up. A tinge of fear as she looks deeply into him. Her heart is racing. She can still feel him sweetly inside of her. He can feel her soul race as she squeezes her thighs tightly around his waist and nods her head.

"I love you too, Colson." She says before they passionately kiss. Once they break away, they lay together, contently wrapped in each others naked bodies. She kisses him on the jaw. "We should go." She says.

"You're probably right." He agrees, helping her up. Standing together, he takes her face in his big hands. "That wasn't my dick talking," he says "I mean it. I love you. Have since I first laid eyes on you all those years ago."

"I know." She says with a smile "I have too." She's reaches up high to kiss him.

As they gets dressed, she sees the 3 cameras in the corners she had meant to look for when she first entered the room. She had anticipated them beforehand.

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Colson returns to the crew in VIP as Luna heads back to the dressing room to change. Once dressed she heads back to VIP. She's looking for Benny. She spots him off to the side, away from Colson.

"Good." She thinks.

Wearing the cheetah print coat, she makes her way over to Benny, slides her bag in VIP, behind the table on her way. As she approaches him, she leans up to his ear, asking him if he'll help her real quick. He nods in agreement. She leads him out of VIP and the main room, off and down a long side hallway. She stops and turns to him. "Imma about to pull some shit in here." She says. "I've got this." She states. "I just need you to stand hard, watch my back, never break character and most importantly... Trust me. Can you do that?" She asks.

Kells has gotten him into crazier situations with less of a heads up. So, he shrugs. "I got you, Brooklyn." He responds with a smile.

"Thank you." She says before turning and firmly opening the black door behind her.

Luna walks directly into the room. There's a man and dozens of monitors. Benny realizes they're in security. "Hi! How are you?" Luna says to the man, not missing a beat. "I'm Luna, you must be Jack." She says with a bright smile, shoving her hand out. He shakes her hand reluctantly. "I've got a problem Jack, that only you can help me with. Now, I'm sure you have an idea of who I am." She says leaning against the counter, both hands in her coat. Lifting her left foot up to his chair and slightly resting it on his dick in a very dangerous manner. "So, let's play a little game. I have 2 numbers in my pockets. "A 5" she says, shaking her left elbow, "that'll help us both. Or." She continues staring Jack in the eyes, emotionless. "A 9." At the end of that sentence, everyone in the room hears the cold, click of steel. Benny, shocked, maintains his composure. Luna smiles. "What'll it be Jack?"

"What do you want?" He asks.

She pulls out a flash drive. "All 3 cameras in Room 2 from the last 2hrs. You know what I'm talking about. I know you watched. 5 or 9, Jack."

"5." Jack says sheepishly reaching for the flash drive. Luna glances over at Benny. They're ok. She keeps her position, watching over Jack's work. In less than 5mins he hands her the flash drive.

"Now. Erase it." She says pushing the ball of her foot further into his cock. He looks at her, equal parts angry, scared and turned on. She feels him begin to grow. "You know you don't want the 9, Jack." She says flatly. With that she watches him delete the footage. While pulling a wad of cash out of her left pocket, she removes her foot. "Thank you, Jack." She says sweetly, handing him the cash and pecking him on the cheek. "Have a good night." She says, lifting off the counter and sauntering out as Benny follows her.

Your dude's a lucky guy." Jack says behind them.

"He knows." She tosses back to him. Thanks again!"

Walking back down the hallway slightly in front of Benny, Luna asks him "You ok?"

"Yup." He says

"Questions?"

"Some."

'Shots and then the fuck up outta here?"

"Yup." With that they round the corner and head to the bar.

At the bar Luna orders 2 double shots of Jameson. "Loaded?" He asks.

"Not even close." She smirks, downing the first shot with him. "Answer anything else once we're outta here and I tell Colson?" She asks.

"No problem, Brooklyn." He tells her as they cheers and slam the last shot. "Let's go round up these Assholes and get the fuck up outta here." Luna agrees and follows Benny to VIP to collect Colson. Suddenly, he stops and turns back to Luna. "How'd you know he'd take the money?" He asks.

"They always do." She shrugs, with a disgusted look on her face before walking passed him to find Colson.

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Colson is back in VIP with the crew and a bunch of girls. His head is swirling.

"I can't believe that just fucking happened! She's a fucking hellcat!" He thinks to himself pleased. Looking around he begins to wonder where Luna is. He thought he'd seen her come back and her bag is by his feet. "Where the fuck is she." He thinks looking at his phone. He has a missed call from the Dr. "Shit, I need to check my voicemail..." He mind drifts as he sees Luna walking through the crowd with Benny. She has on The Cheetah Print Coat. It makes his dick hard immediately. "God Damn, she's fucking hot..... Wherever she was, I'm glad she's smart enough to take Benny with her." He thinks relieved as they enter VIP.

Upon entering VIP, Luna climbs on top of Colson's lap. "Ready to split?" She asks. 'I'm kinda hungry."

Colson laughs "I am too, after that work." He says kissing her. "We ready to be out?" His yell is matched by groans. "Oh well, Bitches.." He starts again. "We gotta be at Nightingale by 1A. So, LET'S GO!! WE OUT!!"

Luna climbs off of him, slides her coat off and sticks it in her bag. Colson takes it, and her hand, leading her through the crowd, outside, into his waiting car.

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As Benny sits down in the driver's seat, Luna and Kells climb into the back. It takes everything for him not to ask Luna a million questions. Not that she could answer, her and Kells are heavily going at it again. He slides up the partition to give them privacy.

"I think my Mans has FINALLY met his match." He can't help but laugh to himself.

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To be continued.....

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