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stave-writes · 11 days

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Scruffy! (Various Dungeon Meshi Men x GN!Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend really needs a trim of his stubble, and he's asked for your help :)

Word Count: 1711

Laios Touden

We all know Laios does NOT like being scruffy, especially when Falin tells him he looks like their father. So, it's a lovely thing when he asks you to look after him and help him shave.

Laios had been a little finicky lately, ever since leaving the dungeon he was a lot more conscious about himself. Mainly, his appearance. Rubbing at his new stubble and brushing his blonde hair that had grown out in places. Irritation was plainly visible each time he felt the slight scratch of stubble against his fingers, even a slight huff to his tone afterwards. "Hey, could I ask a favour?" was his innocuous question, head tilting back over the edge of your sofa. After an inquisitive sound of acknowledgement from you, a slight smile rose on Laios's face. "Mind helping me shave? I also want to cut my hair but can't see the back."

This is how you ended up sitting on the edge of your tub, scissors working away at the tufts of hair against the nape of his neck. Each little brush of your fingers against his skin caused a small giggle or shuffle from Laios, if he were a dog, his tail would be smacking against your leg so hard it'd hurt a little. A smile was visible on his lips every time you'd lean over to peek at him, and he'd look up at you eyes full of love.

"Did you know that tons of monster species use grooming as a form of intimacy?" Of course, you did, you're dating Laios Touden, if you didn't you'd have amnesia. Instead of an eye roll, you gave a little smile and nod.

Reaching his hand up, a pat against your leg was a signal he hadn't just passed out between your knees while you worked at giving him the cut he liked. A quick kiss pressed to your lips was a thankful gesture, nuzzling into your face before moving to work on shaving his stubble to save you from the beard scratches.

Chilchuck Tims

I see Chilchuck as the type of guy to have some time dedicated to a little self-care, although shaving isn't a big problem considering the half-footer's ageing span. But! His hair does still grow, so some help may be needed there.

It'd been a week since Chilchuck asked you to remind him to go get a haircut, and he still hadn't gone despite your near-constant reminders. Post-its on the counter, on his lockpicking tools, hell you once stuck one on his face for him to see in the mirror. At this point, it was getting ridiculous that he hadn't even gone to try and get it done.

"You're going to cut my hair...? I can just go get it done in town-" He huffed a little at you, rubbing at the back of his neck with a small frown. Your adamance had his stubbornness outweighed almost tenfold, so you rolled up a stool behind his chair and began to figure out how to trim his hair.

Hair was scattered everywhere by the time you were done, and Chilchuck's ego was only a little bruised by the number of grey hairs you saw while trimming it. He didn't seem to mind it too much though, the presence of a wagging tail that was usually hidden away under his clothing batting at your leg. At least his hair was finally trimmed, and a thankful kiss was pressed to your knuckles as you got up to sweep away the leftover hair.

Senshi of Izganda

Senshi doesn't particularly care for shaving or even washing his beard but knowing the kind of bacteria facial hair can carry (and after a lecture from Marcille) he's willing to have you help him with that beard the size of Cousin It from the Addams Family.

"Ah, I suppose Marcille's nagging finally got to me, that's all. I hope you don't mind helping me wash my beard, it'll take a while." Senshi muttered slightly, looking aside as he asked you for just a little favour. It was hard to ask such a thing from you, especially with how much you'd done already for him by just being with him. He felt absurdly lucky when you agreed, setting his helmet and upper armour aside to clean off his beard and hair.

It was a nicer experience than usual having a loving touch working at his hair first to wet it, then lather it and working slowly to get all the dirt out. It took a long long time to finish the first round of washing the hair and beard, alongside the several other scrubbing and washing rounds. It was an intensive process, but being able to smell clearly the soap in his hair was a good bonus, alongside the lack of a helmet.

Letting him dry for a few hours was the best idea you'd had this entire time, able to bury your face against the wall of fluff you called Senshi for a long while. The smell was great and the warmth was greater, you could've honestly slept there if you wanted. But, you had a plan! Readying a comb, boar bristle brush and your sanity, you began braiding Senshi's hair into long thick plaits and tying them off once you were done. It was tenuous but an enjoyable closeness, as you pressed your face into his back slightly. You couldn't help but marvel at your work when you were all done. The happy expression on your face made it hard for Senshi to resist placing a kiss on the crown of your head, a soft look in his eyes.

Toshiro Nakamoto

A large part of the teachings Toshiro lives by is to exist as a convenience to others, not asking much and not putting his needs in the forefront. So, when Toshiro comes to you asking for help looking after himself? It's a sign of trust. He knows you.

"You...would you help me?" Toshiro's voice is quiet and soft as he addresses you, a slight crease in his brow as he looks towards you. It's hard to be vulnerable around you even if you're adamant in your love for him. Even as you assure him it's not a bother to help him and that you're here for him, it's still... nerve-wracking. It's hard for him to settle himself as he eventually moves first to sit down on your bed, having you brush out his hair and praise the length and colour of his locks, he's still worried.

He's guided towards your bath and urged to get into the warm water, leaning his head back so you can scrub away any remaining dirt and eventually, he peeks an eye open to see your face as you work at making sure he's sparkling clean. The slight furrow in your brow, your intense posture and a huff finally as you finish cleaning his hair. He can't help but smile at your effort to look after him especially as Toshiro can feel the exhaustion melt away at your careful consideration of him.

Before he knew it, he was basically asleep in your tub, head leant back with your fingers working at his hair and scalp. The feeling of safety was all he needed from you. When it was done, he dried off and changed into some comfortable clothes he'd left with you before curling up beneath your duvet, head resting into the crook of your neck.

Mithrun of the House of Kerensil

Mithrun struggles with self-care due to his lack of desires and is used to being looked after by others. With you, though, it was different. Your touch was imbued with love, and you didn't choose to look after him because someone ordered you to, just...because you wanted to see him cared for.

Looking after Mithrun sometimes could be a lot, making sure he ate and bathed and slept all while making sure he kept his mana up enough for his work with the canaries. So, it'd been easier to devise a schedule for all the things that would need to be done by day and then by week. Three baths a week, each one day apart. Three meals a day, four hours apart except for dinner which was at 6pm on the dot. A good schedule helped you and Mithrun look after yourselves, but you hadn't quite yet accounted for trimming his hair.

It had gotten longer than you had thought before you remembered to check the length of his hair, playing with the silver locks that framed his face and moved to cover his false eye a little. With a slight curl at the ends and parted just along the side, it was an easy style to maintain, especially for someone so consistently fatigued. So, when it came time to trim it down, an afternoon was allocated and Mithrun was given a book to entertain him while you worked.

On the floor, resting on a pillow was the middle-aged elf who you were looking after. Tilting his head forward a little, you brushed through those light-coloured locks and parted them into smaller sections before taking them between your middle and pointer finger, working to even it out and take a little length off. This process was repeated for each section of hair, fingers lightly brushing his face at one point which caused a little startled jump to come from Mithrun, looking at you with his good eye almost inquisitively. In the end, though, you finished off trimming it all quite quickly, evening it all out and even taking some longer strands from the front and braiding them like he'd done when he was much younger...before the dungeon.

Even if it was hard to see, a little smile played on his lips as he embraced your touches, leaning back after you proudly announced you were done. His face squished into your thigh, a little bump of his against you like a cat trying to get their owner's attention. Taking advantage of your curiosity at this action, your hand was brought to his face and he snuggled into it slightly, enjoying the reaction it spurred from you. He may not desire much, but he knows how to love you.

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sourlove · 13 days

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Street Rat ~ YANDERE BAKUGO KATSUKI

TW: OBSESSION, DELUSION, YANDERE THEMES

Okay but imagine street urchin Bakugo with a spoilt brat darling. You work in a fancy clothing store on a posh street, modeling clothes in the window front for the adoring eyes of your admirers.

Bakugo is one of those admirers. But he's not like the rest of them. He's special.

Why else would you blow kisses whenever he was around? Or drape over your chair so prettily like that? It was all for him, he knew it.

"Hiiiii Katsuki," you drawled with a lazy grin. He was dead tired but he couldn't go home without seeing you before the store closed.

He came every day without fail and if he was lucky, he would find a pretty trinket in the trash piles that he could gift to you. They were never good enough, no matter how well Bakugo polished and cleaned them but he liked giving you presents. Why risk selling them for money when he could potentially be rewarded with a beautiful smile?

"Hey beautiful," he murmured, pressing a hand to the glass window, not too hard, in case the store owner yelled at him for leaving grimy fingerprints again. "I missed you today."

You giggled at that. "Aw I bet you missed seeing my pretty face, huh?" Bakugo nodded fervently and you laughed, throwing your head back.

He admired the smooth curve of your neck, wishing he could reach out and touch you, just once. But if he touched you now, he would probably leave dark smudges on your perfect skin. No matter how hard he tried to clean up before he saw you, it wouldn't be enough to not dirty you.

"You're so sweet, Katsuki," you cooed, kicking your legs up on a stool so Bakugo could glimpse of the smooth expanse of your thigh. His eyes drank it in hungrily and you smirked. "Anybody else would be lucky to have you."

"You're the only one I want, baby. There will never be anyone else for me," he said gruffly, eyes boring into you. God, you were so perfect, so flawless, just for him.

"Oh come on Kats, you know we just can't be together," you sighed dramatically. "Someone like me, well, I deserve the best, don't I?"

"You do, sweets, I swear you do. Look I-I'm putting something together for you, no, for us! It's gonna be great I swear-"

"Y/N! Closing time!"

You glanced up from admiring your nails and called out an answer to your boss further in the store. You spared Bakugo a bored look. "Look, I've got to head home. You're cute and all, but do you really think you can afford me?"

That stung Bakugo a bit. If it were anyone else, he would have beaten them into a bloody mess but he would never do that to you. But he couldn't just let you keep brushing him off like that. You had to notice him. You had to finally take him seriously.

Bakugo swallowed thickly, mind buzzing frantically. "What if I could get money? And a house? And lots of fancy things for you? Would you love me then?"

How irritating, you thought, glaring at the man. You give them an inch and they think they deserve a fucking mile. Well, it's not like he had any actual hope. You smiled wickedly.

"You know what, Katsuki? If you get a really nice mansion and lots of money and hell, a real fucking job, I'll marry you!"

Bakugo's mouth dropped open. Marry...? You would marry him if he just got those measly things?

You snorted at his expression and left the display area, calling over your shoulder, "Good luck, Kats!"

Bakugo trudged away slowly, still reeling from your words. A house, a job and money. Just three things and you would finally be all his. He began to laugh, softly and first, then louder until he had doubled over with tears in his eyes. You would marry him! Him!

A manic grin stretched over his face, making his cracked lips bleed. "I hope you won't regret ever saying that to me, baby. I'll make sure that you become mine~"

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sunnysidevans · 9 months

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One Summer In San Diego

Summary: After being left at the altar by who you thought was the love of your life, your father talks you into coming back home with him to San Diego. All it takes is one summer to change the face of your future.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Kazansky!Reader

warnings: 18+, swearing & some violence but mostly fluff nation.

authors note: I obviously can never write something short and sweet so please enjoy this novel of a fic.

The chapel was quiet. The once full pews just a few hours ago are now empty. You sniffle, surrounded by white, the bouquet of flowers sat in your hands. You really couldn't believe this had happened, you had your suspisions but never thought you'd be left at the altar on your wedding day. The doors open as you look up, mascara running down your cheeks.

There stood your father, a sad smile on his face as he took off his cap, making his way down the aisle. “I know baby” you sob, looking up at him as the tears flow freely. “What am I gonna do dad?” you whisper as he shakes his head, crouching down in front of you. He reaches forward, cupping your cheek and wiping the smudged mascara.

“Why don’t you come home with me?” he whispers with a sad smile.

Something about California was different. The sun was hotter and the people were in abundance. You sigh, standing on the sidewalk looking up at the house. How embarrassing was it having to fly back home as an adult and move in with your parents?

Rolling your suitcase up the walkway, the front door flies open. “You get your butt in here!” your mom yells from the top of the steps. “Honey!” she yells back to your dad as you pull the suitcase up the steps with a shy smile. Your father makes his way down the steps, smiling wide. “My little girl” he whispers, wrapping you in his arms as you sigh, falling into his chest.

He wraps you in his arms, watching as your mom shuts the door behind you. “Hi Admiral” you mumble into his chest, snuggling deeper into his cardigan. “Hi baby” he kissed the top of your head as you tried so hard to hold back your tears. “You are gonna find someone so much better than him” he mumbles against your hairline as you sigh.

“Thanks dad” you pull away with a smile as he nods, cupping your cheeks. “You are gonna thrive here I promise” he holds his pinky to you, wrapping your own around his, “thanks dad”.

The childhood bedroom hadn’t changed from when you first moved to San Diego at 17. You stand in the doorway, looking at the posters that littered the walls. Pulling the suitcase in and kicking the door closed after you, falling into the bed with a heavy sigh.

“(Y/N)!” you groan into the pillow as your mom’s voice travels up the stairs. “We are having company over, come say hi!” you lift a hand and give a thumbs up even though you knew she couldn’t see you.

The opening of the front door and the muffled voices flow up the steps. Climbing out of bed,the smell of your fathers famous ribs seem to meet you at the end of the steps, you can't help but smile.

You take a deep breath and make your way to the kitchen. Maverick looks up from his drink with a grin, “(y/n)?”. You smile at your uncle with a sad smile, “hi uncle mav” he stands from his bar stool and walks around the counter, wrapping you in a hug.

“Good to see you kid” he mumbles, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

“Who’s this?” A female voice asks, making her way in with your mother. “Oh, Penny, this is (y/n)” Maverick moves to the side, smiling at Penny who smiles at you. “My oldest daughter” your dad speaks up from the patio doors. “Hi Penny, nice to meet you” the two of you shake hands as she smiles.

Sitting on the back patio of your parents home, the thoughts are running wildly in your head. “Hey” you look over, Maverick stands beside you. “Hi uncle mav” you whisper, pulling your knees back to your chest. “What’s goin on?” he asks, sitting on the edge of your chair, arm around your shoulders. “Talk to Uncle Mav” you laugh, leaning into his side as you sigh.

“I’m surprised dad didn’t tell you” looking up at him, his face couldn’t hide his lie, “nope”. The two of you chuckle as you shrug, “Luke cheated on me, so much for a wedding as he left me there” you whisper, the engagement ring still sitting on your left hand.

“Sweetheart, if you want the truth” he says, sitting the beer bottle on his knee as he looks down at you. “Luke did not deserve your kindness and didn’t deserve the title of your husband” you chuckle softly, “your father and I both felt that way from the moment we met him” you nod. “I know, it just hurts a bit”. He nods, motioning to your hand, “I say you pawn that or even yet, I’ll take you to the beach and throw it in the ocean” you laugh, nodding.

“You think?” he nods, kissing the top of your head. “I think it’s a good idea, let me know” he smiles, standing and making his way to the doors.

“Don’t think I missed the band on your left hand either Mav” he grins, “Penny has put up with me a long time kid, you’ll find your person”.

Friday nights in Fightertown were big. Everyone made their way to the bars surrounding the base, including yourself. Penny invited you to the hard deck to get a feel for it as she then offered you the bartending job on the weekends until you found your feet.

The jukebox was soft as it flowed through the bar, it was still early in the evening. Pushing through the door, you hold the purse strap closer to your shoulder and make your way through the grabby hands and prying eyes. “You made it!” Penny yells with a smile, you nod, walking to the bar with a shy smile. “I did!” she grins, motioning you back as she takes your purse and places it under the bar.

“Penny!” you turn at the sound of the voice, a smile breaking out on your face as Bradley Bradshaw stands with a confused look on his face.

“Bradley Bradshaw?” you whisper, hand on your hip as his brows furrow. He tilts his head as the smile of realization makes its way to his face, “(y/n) Kazansky?”. You move around the bar, hugging him tightly. He laughs, hugging your body to his chest. “Last I knew you lived in Nashville?” he questions as you shake your head, “uh” you shove your hands into the back pocket of the jean shorts with a shrug. “I did'' you trail off as he raises his brow, "My fiance left me at the alter so dad packed me up and brought me home" he gasps with a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry to hear that Kaz '' you smile with a shrug, “As mav has told me, my person is out there” he nods, giving you a squeeze as his eyes fall to the pool tables. “My team is here, join us if you’d like! If I can steal her?” he questions, looking at the woman who was practically his step-mom.

“Go ahead” she grins, setting two beers in front of the two of you. You take the beers by their neck, following behind Rooster. “Rooster!” Phoenix is the first to acknowledge his presence, a smile on her lips. You follow behind with a shy smile, “hey guys!” He greets them, taking his beer.

“This is (y/n), an old friend” he introduces you to the squad. With a wave, you shake the hands of everyone.

“Oh, Married?” Phoenix questions, the bar was now brought to life, it had been hours of conversations with people you now can call friends. She notices the band on your left hand. “Oh uh” you look down at the engagement ring, “I was supposed to be..” you chuckle, looking up at her as you sip from the beer bottle, “I was actually supposed to be on my honeymoon right now, not back home with my parents”.

Her eyes widen, you stop her as her lips part, “do not be sorry, I should’ve expected it with the ring” you slip it off your finger slowly. She nods, “I am sorry, you seem great!” she encourages as you smirk, noticing the end of her drink. “Want another?” you ask as she nods eagerly “If you are buying” she smirks as you laugh, standing from the chair with a shake of your head.

“Obviously!” moving through the crowded bar, you make your way to the edge with a smile to penny. She smiles, giving you a one minute with her finger as you shrug. “What’s a beautiful thing like you doin up here by herself?” you cringe at the voice, looking over at the man who leans beside you. He was tall, dark hair with warm eyes.

“I’m not alone don’t worry” you mumble, smiling again at Penny.

She watches closely, “can I at least buy you a drink?” you sigh, taking a deep breath. “C’mon” he moves closer brushing his fingertips along your bare shoulders.

“Hey sweetheart” you jump at the warm arm making its way around your waist and the southern accent attached. Looking up at the man to the opposite side of you, he smiles down at you with his green eyes. “Hey babe” you grin, leaning into his body slightly, looking at the man beside you.

“This guy bothering you?” he asks, you chuckle as the man now shrinks in on himself, looking the two of you up and down. “No” he mumbles, walking away from the both of you. You turn to face the blonde, looking at him ready to tear into him.

He smiles, holding his hands up in surrender. “I come in peace, Trace sent me” you look over his shoulder, Phoenix waves. “Are you in the squad?” he nods, holding his hand out with a smirk, “hangman, at your service madam or you can call me Jake” he brings your connected hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Thank you for saving me.. Hangman” you smile at the grin that breaks out on his lips. “Of course, I love saving a damsel in distress"

The Hard Deck was always peaceful in the hours leading up to opening. You pick up the case of beer to set onto the shelves. “So” You look over at Penny's voice with a raised brow, smiling. “I noticed you got rescued last night” you chuckle, turning to face her. “I did by Jake?” you question as she smirks. “Hangman” she nods, following you out the swinging doors to the bar.

“I saw the smile on your face” she comments as you giggle, looking at her. “I was grateful that he helped me out” she nods, eyes falling out the window. “I know Hangman, he is a true southern gentleman” you nod, chuckling as the bar door opens. “Pen!” Rooster’s voice can be heard from the bar deck as his face is peaking around the door.

“Hey Kaz” you smile, looking over at him, waving. “Yes, Rooster?” Penny asks, pushing off the bar to walk towards him, “can we have some beers out here? We would come in but we’re covered in sand” he smiles sheepishly as she has her hands on her hips.

She chuckles, ‘yes darlin” the grin breaks out on his face as he turns and shuts the door. “Would you like to take some beers out to them?” she asks as you smile, nodding.

You pull out seven beers and pop the tops off all of them, carrying them by the necks as you pass a smirking penny. Pushing the door open, you stop short at the group of Aviators sitting on the back deck of the hard deck, panting and covered in sweat. You think you’d be used to it growing up around the Navy but they take you all by surprise.

“Kaz” Rooster’s voice pulls you from the daze you were in, smiling wide at the group. “Sorry” you chuckle, walking to them and setting the beers down at the table. “Hey gorgeous” Phoenix pipes up from her seat, reaching out to give you a squeeze. “Hi” you chuckle, giving her a side hug.

“What did I miss?” you turn at the voice, the words on the tip of your tongue are gone.

Jake stands at the edge of the table, shorts low on his hips and aviators perched on his nose. “Hey” he nods to you with a grin, you smile back at him slightly.

You hadn’t felt the flutter in the pit of your stomach in years, a feeling you didn’t expect.

“If you guys uh- uh need anything let me know, i’m inside” you quickly move from Phoenix’s side and make your way inside. Penny is standing at the bar with a smirk on her face, she can see the flush of your cheeks from where she stands. “Penny!” you scold moving over to her at the bar, she holds her hands up in defense. “I know a crush when I see one” she whispers, as you look up at her through your lashes.

“He’s very handsome that’s all” you grin, turning around to walk back towards the coolers. “Whatever you say young lady!” she yells back, smirking as she looks out the window, Jake’s eyes following your movements behind his aviators.

“Tread lightly” Rooster says beside him, Jake turns to him with a raised brow. “Why’s that?” he asks as Rooster grins, “let's just say… hurt her, your military career is over” Jake nods slowly, looking back into the bar as you stand beside Penny.

The back door opens again and you turn to face a smiling Jake. Taking the glasses off his face his eyes land on your own. “Hi” you smile, looking at him as he makes his way in front of you. “Hi again” he grins, leaning on the bar with his aviators in hand. “Can I get you another beer?” he moves closer then and that's when you get the fresh smell of beer and you couldn’t pick up what his cologne smells like but it was almost intoxicating.

“Actually,” he grins “I was thinking maybe a date” you raise a brow, setting the rag down on the counter with a grin matching his own. “A date huh?” he nods, “if you want to, that is” he adds with a raised brow. “I think” you pull the quarter out of your back pocket with a grin. “That's a deal but on one condition” he eyes the quarter and nods slowly watching the smile grow on your lips again.

“Heads or tails?” you ask and he chuckles, watching the look of seriousness on your face. “I mean it, heads or tails” he thinks slowly and nods, “tails”.

You flip the quarter off your pointer finger and grin as it lands on the back of your hand. “Heads' ' you show him as he nods slowly, “means I get to pick our date” you smirk grabbing a napkin from beside you and scribbling on it delicately to not rip it.

“Here” you hand it to him as he smiles at the small heart attached to the 10 digits. “Text me yeah?” you grab the rag and make your way into the back office with penny. Stopping in the doorway of her office, she grins and looks up from her paper. “What?” she asks as you are standing there wide eyed, “am I crazy or did I just agree to a date?” she laughs, setting her pen down.

“With Hangman?” you nod as she grins. “Oh I can’t wait to tell Pete” she sits back in the chair with a grin.

The closing shift was never bad at the hard deck, usually quiet with the soft stroll of the jukebox. You locked the door behind you, not alarmed to see the truck still parked, assuming someone took a cab home after having one too many.

Until the engine roars to life and you can hear the gravel under someone's boots. “Woah woah” The southern drawl is almost comforting as you face Jake at the bottom of the steps. “You scared the shit out of me” you whisper-yell as he grins. “I’m sorry beautiful, I just thought maybe you’d need a ride home” you smile, adjusting the bag on your shoulder as you look him up and down.

He stood in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that practically was stretched to its limits over his arms, “I uh, I do actually” you whisper, looking at him through your lashes. “But, I was actually thinking” you mess with the jacket in your arms as you walk down the steps to meet him at the end. “Wanna take a walk with me on the beach?” you raise a brow as he grins, holding his arm out to you, “lead the way”.

Linking your arm around his, you smile and slide the sandals off your feet and walk through the trail leading to the beach beside the Hard Deck.

The silence was comforting with Jake, he held you close as your arm stayed linked with his own, his other arm now carrying the sweatshirt you had brought with you. “What brought you to San Diego?” he looks down at you and immediately notices the shift in your shoulders. “It’s a long story” you admit, looking over to see his green eyes. “I have time” he grins as you stop in the sand, looking up at him, “then we may want to sit down”.

He sits beside you, leaning back on his hands as you sit tucked into his side, “I was supposed to get married two weeks ago”. Jake’s shoulder tense as he looks from the ocean over to you. “Luke, my ex-fiance, '' he nods in understanding, watching the way the moon lit up your features. “He cheated on me with a woman in his squad, left me at the altar. My dad found me and offered me to come home, so I packed up my life and moved back home with him” Jake grunts with a shake of his head.

“I can’t believe he did that, can I ask, is he Navy?” he asks as you shake your head with a laugh. “Weirdly enough, he’s Air Force” Jake scoffs with a smirk, “I should’ve known, those are the ones you gotta watch out for '' you giggle, head falling to his shoulder.

“I should’ve listened to my dad and Mav, they told me and I just thought” you trail off, looking out at the water, “thought maybe they were wrong but they weren't and that hurt more” he nods, resting his head on top of your own. “I understand. I can’t say I’m not happy this happened, then you would’ve never met me” he smirks with a confident smile as you laugh, nodding. “That is totally true” you smile, thinking back on it.

Just in the week you’ve been in Fightertown, you have met old friends and made new ones so maybe Luke’s mistake was your gain.

“This was a perfect first date” you say, looking over at Jake in the driver's seat. He smirks, “does this mean I get to pick the next?” he asks as you nod slowly. “I think so” you lean over, kissing his cheek and climbing out of the Chevy.

“Thank you for the ride” you say, leaning against the door frame as he grins, “anything for a pretty lady, that's what us Navy men do” he smirks as you giggle and look away from him, under the early hours the blush creeps up your cheeks. “Let me know when you have the time and we’ll” you shrug with a smile, “go on another” he grins as you wave and shut the door behind you.

Jogging up the steps of your parent’s home, turning back as the Chevy sat on the curb. You shut the door behind you and push the curtain aside and watch as Jake’s truck pulls away.

“You are home late” you jump at your fathers voice, turning to face him as his face remains stone. “Dad, I’m an adult” you add, moving to the end of the steps as his face breaks out into a grin, “I know, just like to give you a hard time” he holds an arm out towards you as you make your way up the steps. “Who brought you home?” he asks as you link your arm with his outstretched one, “uh” you hesitate as he smirks. “You can tell me” he adds, looking down at you with a raised brow. “Jake?” you question as he nods, face almost stone.

“Hangman..” you add, looking up at him through your lashes. “Jake Seresin?” he adds as you bite your lip and close your eyes. “I don’t like that you know his whole name, makes me think he is bad news” he shakes his head stopping outside your bedroom door, cupping your cheeks.

“He is an exceptional pilot. I think that’s nice” you nod, reaching up to hug him tightly. “Makes me feel better my dad might like this one” you whisper as he laughs, giving you a squeeze. “Go to bed” he laughs, nudging you to the bedroom. Laying back on your childhood bed,the phone buzzed beside you. You felt like you were in highschool again, smiling at the bright screen.

unknown : I had a nice time tonight, but don’t you worry I am sweeping you off your feet for the next one ;)

You giggle, saving his number quickly to your contacts. Maybe coming home to San Diego wouldn’t be so bad.

Jake knew your second date had to be perfect. He had planned everything down to the minute. He took a deep breath and made his way up the steps of your home, knocking on the front door. Stood in a pair of jeans and a black button up, the bouquet of wildflowers in his hand as the door swings open, his mouth goes dry.

“Lieutenant'' He looked like a deer in the headlights as your father grinned from the front door.

Admiral Kazansky was your father.

Rooster's words finally made sense, “Admiral Kazansky '' he breathed. Iceman was a well respected man in the Naval Academy, Jake even looked up to him when he first enlisted. “Call me Tom '' he grins, motioning him in the house.

Jake nods slowly, walking into the foyer as he looks around the home. He couldn’t believe he missed all the clues of who you were or more of who your father was. “Honey!” Iceman yells up the steps as he turns to Jake. “Now” he crosses his arms over his chest and Jake can feel the fatherly chat coming. “I’m just looking out for my little girl okay?” Jake nods eagerly looking at your father. “I completely understand, sir" Jake is smiling at him, which takes your father by surprise.

“I know what she’s gone through and why she's here in San Diego. I also know how hard it was for her to agree to this date” Iceman nods as Jake continues. “I just want to show her how a real man is supposed to treat a lady, sir” he coughs slightly looking up at him.

You smile at the top of the steps, Jake proved himself so far almost perfectly, prove to dad. Taking a deep breath, you make your way down the steps, signaling both men to end their conversation. Jake makes his way to meet you at the end of the steps, holding a hand out to you. Taking his awaiting hand, you smile at him “hi” he grins, as he holds the flowers out to you.

“These are for you” smiling, you take the bouquet looking over at your parents as your mom now stands beside your father. “I’ll take those, I have a vase, '' she smiles,taking it from your outstretched hand.

You turn to Jake with a furrowed brow as he looks you over, “Jake?” he blinks, smiling. “Sorry, you look.. So beautiful” he whispers as you blush. “Let’s go” you smile, opening the door and leading him outside.

The sun was setting over the ocean, leaving soft pink hues in the sky. Sitting beside Jake on the small blanket as the breeze was slowly picking up. The restaurant he picked for dinner faced the ocean as the sand seemed so inviting.

Jake proved to you that it didn’t take much to make you happy, a simple meal and listening. “What’s goin on up there?” he asks as you look up at him with a raised brow. “You seem awfully quiet” he notes as you smile nodding. “I didn’t expect this. Not in a bad way but dates with Luke were… I paid for dinner and I made the plans” you lean into his shoulder, head falling into that space between his shoulder and jaw.

He scoffs, moving his arm to wrap around you. “I can’t get over this man. The more you tell me the more i hate him” you giggle with a shrug. You wanted to tell him he didn’t compare to him, in the few weeks you’d known Jake he didn’t ever compare to Luke. “Thank you” you look up at him, sitting up. “You’re welcome gorgeous" you blush, looking back out to the ocean as you stand. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore Jake” he nods with an understanding smile.

“What do you wanna do?” he asks as you back up towards the shore line. “Skinny dip” you admit with a grin, pulling the shoulders of your dress down as you soon let it pool into the sand.

Your back is to him, you don’t see him make his way up behind you, a smirk on his lips as he grabs you by the waist running to the water. You squeal, holding onto his arms tightly. Gripping his shoulders, you push his now wet hair out of his face. “Jake?” you whisper, legs wrapping around his waist as his arms link under your thighs. “What’s on your mind?” he asks as you smile, “you are the handsomest man I think I’ve seen in a long time” you admit as his smirk grows. “You are the most gorgeous woman I have seen in forever” he grins, nudging your nose gently.

The sun was now set, cupping his cheek you can’t help the smile that matches his own. “You’re proving to me how a man should treat a lady” you whisper, his eyes widening “you heard that?” he looks away from your face, a slight blush on his cheeks. “Are you blushing?” you gasp as he shakes his head, “no I am not!” he laughs. “Oh my god Jake Seresin is blushing!” you squeal as he pulls you closer to his body, leaning in slowly. “Fine” he whispers against your lips, eyes looking from your lips to your face. “I was, you bring out the best in a man I suppose” you giggle, leaning down to connect your lips.

The sun was peeking through the curtains as you groaned. The bed was comfier and the comforter seemed softer than the one in your childhood bedroom.

The weight of the arm across your waist brought you to the night you spent with him. Jake groans, rolling over onto his back. “For a man who wakes at a moment's notice for the Navy, you can’t for me?” you grin at the smile on his lips, kissing his jaw gently. “For you, anything” his voice was deep and full of southern drawl. You knew at that moment you wanted to hear it forever.

“Sleep okay?” you ask, head resting on his shoulder as he grins, “I did, how did you sleep?” he turns his head, lips resting on your hairline, hand seeking your own. “For the first time in a few months, almost perfectly” he grins against your skin.

The room fell silent in a comforting way as you snuggled closer to his body. “I can’t believe you got me in bed on our second date” you mumble with a smirk as he laughs. “I’m just that smooth gorgeous” he can’t help but to laugh as you giggle.

After your morning with Jake, you knew you were making the right choice. Standing at the shoreline behind the hard deck, you twirl the engagement ring around your finger slowly.

“Hey sweetheart” you jump, looking behind you as Maverick makes his way down the sand, “don't be mad” he says as you smile at him. “Why would I be mad?” he smiles “penny sent me down here with you” he admits as you shake your head. “I actually am glad she did, I-I need your help” he moves beside you. “Uncle Mav, I went out with Jake” you look over at him as he smiles, nodding slowly.

“How’d it go?” he asks, standing beside you as you turn back out to the water, “perfect”. He smiles, nodding slowly “so why do you need my help?” he asks. “Am I making a bad decision?” he bites his lip, “do you want the truth?” he asks as you nod eagerly.

“Complete truth” he nods, “Hangman is similar to your father. He’s cocky and a bit arrogant and I can say this about him, your father because he’s my best friend” he points out as you giggle, nodding. “But he’s also kind and gentle and takes care of the one he loves, when your father met your mother I saw a shift in him and I have seen a shift in Hangman” you smile, moving closer to the other pilot as you take a deep breath.

“Okay” you smile, walking closer to the sand and taking a deep breath. “You got it!” maverick yells as the metal slips from your fingers and makes a small plop in the ocean.

“Luke is your past, I see Hangman as your future” Maverick smiles at the smile on your face.

It had been months since you landed in San Diego.

Jake made it his mission to continue winning you and your father over. Jake always made his presence known at the Hard Deck so you knew he was always watching. “Gorgeous" You smile at the sound of his voice, looking over your shoulder as he stands in his service khakis. “Handsome” you grin, grabbing him two beers, one for him and one for Rooster.

He grins as you set them in front of him, “on me” you grin as he leans over the bar, kissing your forehead gently, “thanks beautiful”.

Turning back to the bar you lost track of the time, a usual occurance with a Friday night in the bar.

In seconds the atmosphere can change in a bar and within a millisecond, it did. The door opened and your eyes locked on his, Luke stood at the door with a few members of his squad.

Jake’s shoulders tense as he looks up from the pool table, he notices the tension in the bar as his eyes then fall to you. “(Y/N)?” Penny questions as you look at her with wide eyes. “Its really bold to be an Air Force pilot and walk into a Navy bar” you mumble as her eyes widen. “You okay?” she asks as you nod slowly, taking a deep breath. “He’s always been kind of an idiot, '' you mumble, turning to the customer in front of you.

“What’s goin on?” Rooster asks, standing beside Jake as he huffs slightly. ``I'm guessing, and this could be a long shot. I’m pretty sure that’s Luke'' Jake puts a hand on his hip as his green eyes follow the pilots. “That’s kinda stupid to come into a Navy bar…” Rooster notes as Jake nods slowly. “Yeah, well it’s really stupid to cheat on your beautiful fiance but yet he did ''.

You don’t notice the brunette at your side, the woman who held a grin on her lips as the squad surrounded her. “Excuse me” she asks and your head snaps to her, her face falls at your face. “(Y/N)..” she breathes as you smile, watching the face of every other pilot around her. “Hi Katie” you smile, “what can I get you?”. Penny tries to hide her laugh as you put on the most bull-shit smile ever.

“Oh uh- Titos and soda please” you nod, turning to grab a glass. The whispers weren’t subtle as the rest of the squad realized who you were by the time Luke made it beside his now girlfriend. “Your tito’s, opening a tab?” you avoid his brown eyes as she nods slowly, handing a card over. “Perfect” you set it beside the register with her name, walking to penny.

“I need some air” you whisper, tossing the towel aside and making your way past Jake and the Dagger Squad, ignoring the voice of both men. “(Y/N)” you could throw up at the sound of his voice. It was almost as deafening as nails on a chalkboard. “What do you want?” you turn to face him, your face almost as stone. “What are you even doing here? Don’t you know this is a Navy bar?!” you seeth, as he holds his hands up in defense.

“I heard great things.. I thought i’d check it out” he looks over your shoulder as Jake makes his way out the door, beer in his hand as he stands behind you. Luke chuckles, “need a guard dog?” you follow his gaze, looking at Jake with a small smile as he watches your face almost shift.

“I don’t need a guard dog no, but it’s good to have someone who cares about my well being, someone to protect me” you mumble, head snapping back to Luke.

“You don’t need protecting from me (Y/n)” he says as you almost seeth at his words. “Oh? I don’t? I don’t need protection from the man who left me at the altar for another woman?” you question as his gaze falls. “I know you slept with Katie almost every single mission you flew, every deployment” you spit.

He raises his eyes as he smirks, “but yet it didn’t take you long to crawl into someone else’s bed” he eyes Jake who stands taller behind you. Moving closer to him, you let out a deep breath. “It didn’t. He fucks me better than you ever could, Katie can have you all to herself” you smirk at the raise of his eyebrows. “I suggest you leave” you chuckle as Luke shrugs, “why? What are you and the sea boy back there gonna do?” before you could think your hand connected with his jaw.

The doors fly open then, Rooster is moving in front of you as the rest of Luke’s squad makes their way outside. “I suggest you leave, now” your voice is almost deadly, dripping with venom. He looks at you, holding his cheek as you grin. “I always knew you were twisted. '' Laughing, you move from behind Rooster. “Don’t you know you never fuck with an admirals daughter! Cold as ice, Bitch” you spit as Katie is pulling him back.

“Go running back to your bitch” you walk back to Jake, who can’t help but grin behind his beer bottle, waving to the rest of the squad as they are helping Luke down the steps.

“That was stupid” Jake looks up at you in sympathy as he applies the bag of ice onto your knuckles. “It gave me so much closure though” you smile, looking up at him as he stands between your thighs. “It was hot” he admits with a grin as you giggle. “I hope I didn’t upset you” he furrows his brows as he pulls the ice off your knuckles to look over the busted skin.

“Upset me?” you shrug, looking down now at your knuckles. “Saying I didn’t need you to protect me..” he shakes his head, “you’ve had to protect yourself for a while, I understand'' he admits as you nod, “You have your very own Doberman who will always protect you. If or when you need him” he winks as you laugh.

“I hope you know, I will always protect you. I vowed that the moment I met you” he admits, kissing your hairline gently as your eyes fall closed. “I will always protect you my love” you whisper back, looking up at him with a grin. “My love huh?” he smirks as you laugh,slapping his chest gently. “I like that one” he admits, leaning down closer to your lips with a smirk.

“Get over here” you smirk, pulling him into you by the collar, kissing him as if he’d slip away. “Let’s get you home my big bad lioness” he smirks, picking you up and over his shoulder.

Three years later.

The church was perfect. You stood outside on the sidewalk as you heard the motorcycle pull up. Looking over your shoulder, mav is dismounting the bike and pulling the helmet off his head. “There’s my girl” he grins as the tears well up in your eyes. “Uncle Mav” your lip quivers as he’s wrapping you in his arms. “Dad’s on his way, needs a moment to compose himself” Mav says with a laugh as you smile. “I know, he’s a big ol softy” he grins as the escalade pulls up to the curb and your father steps out.

“Are you waiting out here for me?” you smile, holding a hand out to him with a nod. “I need my dad to walk me down the aisle don’t i?” you ask as he grins, taking your hand. Walking inside, the two of you stand by the two double doors.

“It’s different this time,” you whisper, looking up at him. “It is, you are marrying a good man” he smiles, kissing your head as the doors open and music begins. “And i can’t be more proud of you” he smiles, facing the end of the aisle where Jake stands.

Jake’s lip is quivering, looking down to avoid more tears but his eyes fall back to you just as quickly. “Dude” Coyote whispers to him as he looks over at his best man, “You can cry '' Coyote adds as Jake nods, a sob falling from his lips. By the time he looks back down the aisle you are almost in front of him.

He looks over at your mom, who sits proudly waiting for the two of you. “Hangman” Iceman grins as he is handing you over to the pilot, who smiles at him in a nod of thanks. The ceremony was beautiful, the soft hues of orange sat along the venu.

Everyone made their way to the reception as you sat down on the end of the aisle. This time, Jake stands at the end at the double doors with a smile on his face. “What is my beautiful bride doing in here?” he asks, hands in his pockets as you smile, looking up at him.

“Thinking” you admit, standing to meet him halfway down the aisle. He smiles, making his way down to you and wrapping you in his arms. “Thinkin about what?” he asks as you smile, running your hands along his arms. “How I saw myself here three years ago except, it wasn’t this beautiful, wasn’t this perfect” you smile up at him as he grins. “Three years ago you were expected to marry a boy,” he says as you giggle.

“Yet, I married a man who showed me the right way to love a woman” he grins, leaning down to kiss your forehead as your eyes fall closed. “I am just a man who wanted to give the beautiful woman the world” you smile as his forehead falls against your own.

The day your father picked you up from the altar floor played in your mind. His kind words and his encouragement to come back home with him to San Diego would've never had you end here, in the arms of someone who made you his world.

You couldn’t be more thankful for that summer in San Diego.

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jjksblackgf · 10 months

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too daring for you? | knj (m)

pairing — kim namjoon x reader summary — Namjoon can't keep your roleplaying idea off his head, so he'll make sure to surprise you with it when you least expect it. genre — smut, pwp rate — 18+ word count — 1.9k warnings — explicit sexual content, role playing, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, teabagging, manhandling, light degradation, cum eating.

Perfume, check.

Leather jacket, check.

Favorite watch, check.

Tonight, Namjoon was a different man. His night would not be the same as the others. No more boring date nights inside his apartment. Today he’ll go to a nice bar, where you’ll be expecting him. But what you’re not accounting for is his intentions.

Today he’s fulfilling a fantasy. One he’s been intrigued by since you’ve mentioned it. But to pull it off, he has to be his best confident self. Be in his A game and catch you by surprise.

Checking himself in the mirror and everything looks fine, appropriate. Except his expression. He’s not ready for this. He can only think of your request to spice things up. He didn’t know they needed spicing up in the first place.

“I’m living my greatest fantasy right now,” he remembered saying. You two were cuddling in his bed after sex. You were cozied up to his chest, and he ran the tip of his fingers through your naked spine. He was almost purring.

“Cuddling?” you asked, sounding surprised.

“Intimacy,” he answered, giggling at your amazed expression.

“Really?” you checked. “But I can’t say I’m that surprised. You’re always so… intense.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t really think we have sex per se, I see it as passionate love making. You’re fully committed to it.”

“And you’re not?” he asked. Your last sentence had his alarm bells turned on.

“Of course I am, love. Don’t get me wrong.” you shifted in bed, supporting your weight in one elbow to look at his face. “And I love that you’re passionate, and that you’re into all sorts of intimacy.”

“But?” he pressed, trying to stay calm.

“But… I, personally, wouldn’t categorize intimacy as a fantasy. I swear I’m not judging you.”

“Okay…”

“Are you mad?” you asked, and he watched as your brows furrowed in concern.

“What do you consider a fantasy?” he asked, letting his curiosity get the best of him. You just stayed in silence and studied his face, your brows still furrowed. “I’m not mad,” he clarified, making sure his voice sounded calm enough.

He was telling the truth. Mad was not the correct word to describe his feelings. He was a little worried that he wasn’t satisfying you, so he was worried. He wanted you all to himself — soul and body, especially body — and he wanted you to moan how much you belonged to him, so he was possessive. He didn’t even want to think about the possibility of another man finding the weak spots he worked so hard to build, so he was jealous. But mad wasn’t one of them.

You sighed, taking him out of his musings, and you answered sheepishly. “I like roleplaying,” you whispered. He hummed in acknowledgment and changed the subject.

But that night still ran through his mind every time you had sex, and in the ride to that bar he replayed that scene over and over again. He had to know what you were like, who you were, when you didn’t want to be yourself.

That was enough to give him back his confidence in his idea. His curiosity got him into this mess, and it was that same itch that would get him through it.

The slick wood arches over the bar were the first thing to catch his eyes when he entered. The low light above the tables and booths complimented nicely with the black leather chairs. The live band wasn’t half bad with the smooth jazz.

The atmosphere was sexy. He picked right.

He sat on a bar stool and asked for his favorite drink.

“A manhattan for me, please,” he heard a familiar voice say, and he turned around to fall in love with you all over again.

Your smile was big when you looked at his face, and you opened your mouth to start talking, but Namjoon was set on making this night special from beginning to end. After all, he didn’t let you in on his plans for a reason. He wanted to see the desire and lust in your eyes when you realized his idea. Another thing he was curious about.

“Hello, stranger,” he started, offering his hand. When you accepted it, he took it to his lips, planting a sweet kiss there. “I must be pretty lucky to have such a beautiful face sit right next to me.”

“Thank you…” you said. Your tone of voice gave away your confusion, bending at the end, making it sound like a question. Namjoon guessed you were trying to understand his strange behavior.

“Does your pretty face come with a name?” he continued. He was amused by the many emotions running through your face, but he hadn’t quite reached the one he wanted to see the most yet.

“What?” you asked.

“Oh, no worries. I don’t mind a little mystery.” he leaned towards you and took a sip of his drink. “My name is Namjoon by the way. I hope I get to know you better this evening, angel.”

Jackpot.

Your face lit up with understanding, and a sly smile adorned your face.

“You sound intriguing, Namjoon.”

“I could say the same thing about you.” he winked and was pleased when you bit your bottom lip. He made sure the bartender knew he’d pay for the drinks and made a move to leave. “I must leave now. But if you want to have the time of your life, here’s where to find me,” he said.

He handed you a card with the name of a club and some cash for the Uber. “I’ll be waiting for you, angel. I know you won’t disappoint me.” he said, leaning closer to your face and inhaling the scent of your perfume. “Your name is on the list,” he whispered to your ear, before planting another kiss to your earlobe.

Arriving at the club was easy enough. The waiting for you to show up was almost a torture device.

Did he do it right? Did you feel controlled, like he was dominating your decisions? Were you turned on by the idea? At the end, after he handed you the card, was the glint in your eyes just residue from the surprise? Or did you feel your stomach flutter, much like his own heart was beating out of his chest?

The possibilities were endless.

But it was like you had a neon sign pointed directly at you. He could see your face as you looked for him in the crowd. He took a sip of his drink. Should he go after you, or should he let you find him? He twitched in his seat, his leg bouncing. He must do something.

But alas, there you were.

Eyes still filled with fascination. Your lips parted as you two made eye contact, and Namjoon watched you in awe. Shoulders back, and hips moving side to side, inviting him to glare, to stare, to inappropriately lick his lips. He watched every second of your hands as they ran through your body, touching all the places he knew you liked to be kissed. Your neck, your navel, the curve of your hips.

Dancing for him. A show just for him. Other people get to watch and envy him. But he’s the only one that can touch.

Intimacy be damned. He liked this fantasy better.

You curled your fingers, inviting him to dance. He didn’t have to think twice.

He didn’t recognize himself. The Namjoon of yesterday wouldn’t do such a thing. Too timid to dance like this in public. To grab his partner by the waist and ogle at his favorite body parts. But you changed him. Reached his genetic makeup and twisted it to your liking.

He liked it too.

He didn’t last more than a song underneath your touch. Your hands ran upwards through his body, but before they could reach his neck and fist his hair, Namjoon was already kissing you. It was urgent, it was inappropriate, it was too damn sexual. He was sure he’d leave the club with a boner.

His tongue unceremoniously intertwined with yours, and his hands grabbed your ass with fervor. You weren’t so cute either. Namjoon remembered you were in a public setting when your hands reached the front of his pants.

He stopped your search, holding your wrists behind your back.

“Not here, angel,” he said, panting.

“I know where,” you offered, twisting your wrists so you’d be hauling him around the club.

You reached the bathrooms, and you shoved him inside before a line could form behind you. Before he could ask about your intentions, you pushed him against the wall, kissing him again. He allowed himself to go further, biting your neck and leveraging his position to grind his groin against your abdomen.

“Fuck, I can’t take this,” you said, dropping to your knees and opening his zipper.

His cock was already hard when you wrapped your mouth around him. He moaned your name repeatedly as you massaged his length in synchronicity with your lips. He moaned even louder when his tip reached the back of your throat. Your gag reflex made your throat even tighter, and he wanted to scream your name.

But of course you had to surprise him, using his length to slap your face and tongue, and putting pressure around his base. And that was enough for him to be overwhelmed by his instincts. He grabbed a chunk of your hair with one hand and secured your jaw open with the other, inserting himself in and out as he pleased.

He thrusted his hips once more, as far as your mouth would allow. He wanted to feel your throat closing around his tip again. He only let you up for air after you tapped his thigh. But he wasn’t done being rough. The trail of saliva left between his dick and your tongue inspired him even further.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded, his voice almost an octave lower, and you obliged with a smile. He spit on your tongue before placing his testicles inside your mouth. Between the warmth of your tongue and his agile hands, he was close. “Fuck,” he moaned, inserting his dick in your mouth one last time before climax overpowered him. “I want to see you swallow it,” he asserted, already adjusting his pants.

You did as he asked and opened your mouth showing your tongue to prove it. Your smile was as big as he’d ever seen. If he knew you’d be this wild, he wouldn’t have been so reluctant to comply with your wishes.

“Good,” he said, taking a deep breath and helping you get to your feet.

Before you could say anything, or even better, go home to finish the night, there was a banging on the bathroom door.

When Namjoon opened it, he was met with a security guard, followed by an irritated manager.

“Oh, goody,” the manager said, taking a look around Namjoon to find you hiding behind him.

“Would you two please step aside? The bathroom is off limits from certain activities. I’m gonna have to escort you out of the premises.”

“Sure, that’s no problem.” Namjoon didn’t turn around to look at you. He just squeezed your hand as you two walked out of the club, but he knew your whole body was burning from embarrassment. “Well, there’s a story to tell our grandkids,” he joked once you two were on a cab headed home.

“If you tell them any of this, I will slowly poison you,” you threatened. “But I do need to tell them how amazing you are in all aspects,” you gushed, hugging his neck. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime, angel.”

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deanscherrypie69 · 2 months

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Tell Me You Love Me D.W.🌧️

Dean Winchester X!GirlfriendFemaleReader

Warnings: 18+ is advised! language(maybe like twice?) angst sm angst- sad Dean and Sad Reader. I’ve been trying not to use Y/n in many of my fics but.. lmk if you like this way better!! Pls don’t post my stories anywhere except tumblr 🩷

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“Just say it Dean, for me?"

You watch as Dean knocks back another shot. "Can't-" He says twirling the small glass between his finger.

You’d been poking him for hours, you knew he felt the same way… right?

You groan hoping off the bar stool. "I need some air." You mumble grabbing your jacket off the chair. Dean feels the cold air hit his back. He looks over his shoulder and watches you disappear outside.

He had known what you had wanted him to say it But he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Part of him was sacred. Scared of loosing you.

🌧️🌧️🌧️ Once outside you tugged your jacket closer to your body, it had been a windy day in Kansas. It was about to be fall, your favorite season.

You watch as the leaves begin to fall from the trees.

The bar wasn't to packed tonight. There had been a few cars in the lot including Dean’s

You press your body against the brick of the budling. A stray tear falls down your cheek. It had been threating to come out. You had been with Dean for about two years now.

You have loved him, a lot. And he knew that, you even told him.

"I love you Dean."

The words you had told him after a bad hunt. You remembred him looking at you, he didn't say anything. And that hurt you the most. So ever since then. You'd been begging him to say it. But he wouldn't.

Why were you two even togther then? You thought.

Leaning off the brick wall you storm back into the bar.

Dean was still where you left him, instead of shots he had switched to a beer.

"Why are we even togther?" You breathing was ragged as you stood behind him. His body face the bar.

Dean spins around in his chair. "What.” He says with a confused tone.

"Why. Are. We. Togther." You repeat. Your voice was laced with anger. A few people had turned around in your direction.

Dean reaches into his pocket. Hr throws a few twenty dollar bills on the counter for whatever he was drinking, and for the half of beer you'd had earlier.

"Come on." Dean says reaching for your arm, but you quickly pull away. He knew he was in deep shit. Never once have you not wanted him to touch you.

Dean opens the door to outside, letting you step out first. The cold air hits his face, oh how he hated this type of weather.

Once outside you spin to look at him. “What are we doing Dean!” You shout throwing your arms up in the air.

Dean huffs and reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out his keys.

“Get in the car it’s cold out.”

You roll your eyes and follow his orders. Walking to the passenger side door you open it. And slide inside.

Dean follows suit. He closes the car door behind him.

“What are we.” You say turning to face your boyfriend.

The green eyed man turns to look at you.

“You’re my girlfriend.” He says with a smirk. You can smell the alcohol on his breath.

You shake your head and begin to fiddle with the sleeves of your jacket.

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

Dean adjusts in his spot.

“Dean-“ You shake your head. “You know I love you right?”

Dean nods at your words. “I know,” he says reaching over to put the keys in the car.

“Why won’t you say it-“

Dean puts the car in drive and begins to drive away. “Seatbelt.” He points.

You huff and ready over to put it on.

“You can’t avoid the question Dean.” You say with an attitude.

Sure he can, he always does. He thinks to himself.

Dean reaches over and turns on the radio. Something Def Leppard by plays softly.

Your anger has begun to boil back up. Why had he been avoiding the question. All you wanted him wanted him to do was tell you he loved you.

“Stop the car.” You say reaching to pull your seatbelt off.

Dean doesn’t listen he continues to drive.

“Stop the car!” You repeat.

Dean presses on the break. The car door flies open. You fling off your seatbelt then exit the car. "Dean!" You scream, looking up at the night sky. You felt a few rain drops on your face. "I can't keep doing this." Your voice cracked, with hurt.

You look over to see Dean leaning on his car with his arms crossed, "Why won't you tell me?" You say with a sniffle.

Dean 's eyes don't meet yours instead the meet the ground.

"Just say it Dean, please." You give the green-eyed man one last chance.

He lifts his head to look at you, "I can't-" he says his voice breaking.

You nod, slowly backing away from the man. You begin to walk down the darkened street.

"Where are you going!" Dean shouts.

Not responding you walk faster, the heels of your boots clicking on the road below you.

You gasp when you feel a hand on your arm. You freeze in your spot. You knew it was Dean, you could smell his cologne. You felt his breath on the back of your neck.

Dean spins you around to look at him. "Let me go Dean." You warn.

His eyes were soft. “You wanna know why I can't say it??

“Why.”

Dean huffs, “I’m scared Y/n I’m so fucking scared-“ he begins. You watch as Dean swallows hard. “I’m scared of loosing you-“ he says with a shaky breath. “Everything I love, eventually.. leaves me. Or- something worse. And I don’t want that happening you. I couldn’t live with myself if it did.”

Dean had a stray tear slip down his cheek, you reach your hand up to wipe it away.

Before you could reply, rain starts falling down on you both hard.

Your eyes never leaving Dean’s, “you’re not gonna loose me Dean, I’m not gonna let that happen.”

“How do you know?” Dean says.

Both of you were soaked with rain but you didn’t care.

“Because I love you, and I always know that you’ll be there to protect me, no matter what.” You say with a laugh. “You’re not gonna loose me Dean Winchester, cause I’m not going anywhere.”

Dean nods at your words, his tears were mixed with the rain. “I love you.” He says grabbing the back of your head, bringing your lips together.

Dean was the first to pull away. “I love you too.” You pull away from him and begin to dance in the rain.

“Dance with me!” You squeal jumping around.

Dean doesn’t leave you hanging for long he begins to swing you around and around.

He loved you. And you loved him. You couldn’t ask for anything more.🩷

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azar-rosethorn · 9 months

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Security Breach/Ruin Incorrect Quotes Part 7

Chica: Christmas lights?

Vanessa: Check.

Monty: Thermos of hot cocoa?

Vanessa: Check.

Moon: Santa suits?

Vanessa: Check.

Gregory: Shovel?

Vanessa: Check.

Cassie: Alibi and bail money?

Vanessa: Check- wait, WHAT?!

Monty: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Eclipse.

Moon: You just said it again.

Eclipse:

Monty: I am not a role model.

Moon: Hopefully Gregory has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Gregory: Oh, shut up and die Moon.

Sun: If you see me talking to myself, go away! I’m self-employed and we’re having a staff meeting!

Eclipse: I'll offer you some friendly advice-

Moon: I don't want your advice.

Eclipse: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.

*meeting Glitchtrap*

Vanessa: This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.

Vanny: That sounds like a dare to me.

Vanessa: Oh my god.

Cassie: What’s it like being tall?

Cassie: Is it nice?

Cassie: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Roxy: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Gregory: It was one time!

Gregory: I will send my army to attack!

Gregory: *releases a dumpster of raccoons*

Bonnie: We’re getting married, bitches!

Freddy: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

Freddy: I am going to need you to swear-

Monty: Fuck.

Freddy:

Freddy: ...swear as in promise.

Vanessa: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

Roxy: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

The FazFam: Awwww-

Roxy: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."

The FazFam: Oh.

Cassie: This is a safety pin.

*cuts off end*

Cassie: It is now a danger pin.

Gregory: I CAN'T DO IT!

Cassie, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Gregory: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Roxy: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Gregory:

Gregory: I appreciate it,

Gregory: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Chica: Gregory-

Gregory: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Freddy: Gregory we gotta-

Gregory: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Gregory: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Gregory, motioning to Vanny: NOT FUCKING THIS!

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bangchansgirlsblog · 2 months

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IF YOU HAVE SWEET ANGEL SAVED THEN POST IT 👹

Sweet Angel 👼

Part three:

"Babygirl?" Chan knocked on her door softly trying not to startle her. "Can I come in?"

His heart was in his throat due to the state she had just walked into the house with. Her nanny had no idea what had happened and that made him so angry.

"What do you mean you don't know what happened?" He had asked and slammed the kitchen cabinets. This caused a few of the boys to jump as I.N had quickly made his way behind her.

"I pay you to look after her and you can't even do that?" He said walking back and forth in the kitchen.

"Hyung let's just calm down and figure out what happened. Shouting at her won't do anything for us." Han stepped in trying to calm him down.

"Fine." Was the only response he got out of his Hyung.

"Sir, I'm so sorry once again. I really tried-"

"I think it's best you leave love. We'll take it from here," Changbin cuts her off knowing that even if she tried to apologize, Chan would not accept it unless he had calmed down first.

She sadly nodded and grabbed her stuff before being walked out by Felix.

"Let me go talk to her," Chan quickly said grabbing his phone off the table.

"You should calm down first Chan, let I.N do the talking right now. We're all worried but she can't see you in such an angry state," Seungmin advised while he pulled him into a hug. He really needed it.

"Fine," he sighed and sat on the stool. "Is this my fault? I shouldn't have been so hard on her-"

"Hyung stop it, drink your water and calm down," Han looked at him worried. He simply nodded and took a sip from his cup as he patiently waited for I.N to come back.

"It's been 15 minutes and his not even-" before Chan could finish what he was going to say, I.N came back down the stairs looking defeated. His shoulders were slumped and the frown on his face could be seen from a mile away.

"What happened I.N?" Chan jumped out his chair quickly making his way over.

"She wouldn't let me in Hyung,"

“Okay..okay maybe u should go try-“ he rushed but was quickly grabbed by Leeknow.

“Let’s give her some time to calm down okay? Maybe another 30 minutes. She may just be angry. We don’t want to keep bothering her and suffocating her,” although Chan’s thoughts were foggy at this point, leeknow was right and he couldn’t disagree there, so he just let it go at the time being.

He nodded his head and sat back at his stool. His hands land on either side of his head as he slowly yanked at the hair of his roots while thinking. This was a sign for the boys to just let him be so they all decided to make theirselves busy by starting up dinner.

“Do you guys think it’s still early to go check on her now?” Chan sighed. It had been atleast 45 minutes and he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to know what was wrong with his babygirl.

“Yeah mate, go on. Dinner will be ready soon,” Felix encouraged him. He gave them a small smile before he made his way up the stairs not trying to trup on his own feet.

The walk felt long until he was standing at her door and slowly knocking. No response.

He knocked again but still…No response.

"Babygirl?" He knocked on her door again but softly trying not to startle her. "Can I come in?"

She heard a few footsteps until the door finally slowly opened and Chan’s gaze slowly softened at the sight. Her hair was wet and it looked like she had come out the shower but her nose and eyes were red and puffy, looking like she had just been crying. The little sniffles confirmed it.

“Love? What happened today? Can I come in?” Chan was quick to question her. She just nodded and moved to the side.

She was silent as she tried to avoid his hard gaze. He struggled to come up with words, figuring out what to say and what to do.

“Hey,” he softly said towering over her.

“Hi..” she replied quietly.

His hand slowly wrapped around her. The warmth making her slowly melt but deep down she was still angry. She was still angry at him and the world so she didn’t bother hug back. She stood there numb and tired.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice was muffled by her hair.

“Not right now Channie, please.”

“Why not? Did someone hurt you? Did someone threaten you?”

“I- it’s just that. I’m still so upset at you. So just give me some space.”

Ouch. His heart hurt. He failed his own little sister. Her hand’s automatically letting go of her.

“Oh…look. Y/nnie I’m sorry for being hard on you but you need to understand-“

“That’s the thing . I don’t understand!” She snapped while taking a step back from him. The anger now boiling her blood.

“You’re still young Y/nnie. You will I promise..”

“I don’t think I’ll understand why my older brother keeps overworking me and making me feel like crap. I don’t think I’ll ever understand that!”

“Y/nnie…” he took a step to hold her hand but she shrugged it off.

“Don’t..”

“I understand that’s your angry at me. It hurts me-“

“No it fucking doesn’t Chan. Why don’t you get it. You’re so busy with being so in charge that you forget how to be a real brother.”

“Don’t say that please-“

“And you know what? Yes I’m being bullied. I’ve been bullied ever since I got here. I hate you. I hate your stupid job and I hate all you boys!”

That’s all Chan needed to hear before he fell to the ground holding his chest. A loud groan leaving his lips and he took deep breaths.

This took y/n back by surprise but her body reacted automatically by grabbing him in her arms.

“Chan?! What’s wrong? What’s the matter?!” She said panicked. Her eyes started to tear.

“Call- call the boys..” he struggled to say in between breathes as he clenched his chest in pain. His forehead sweating uncontrollably.

“Okay okay, just keep breathing- keep breathing Oppa,”

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Could we see Konig being real stalker- cough cough I mean devoted?

This is not good, the ideas I'm cooking up... At least Ghost gets to see Goose every day, lets keep that in mind. Also let's keep in mind that the nasty boy was retired for being too good at his job...

You tug your front door open because you're half sure you heard a knock. It was hesitant, and soft enough you could ignore it --something you're tempted to do given the sun is barely up-- but it doesn't hurt to check.

"Oh! König," You smile up at him, doing your best to look more awake than you feel. Still, you can't help rubbing some of the sleep out of your eyes. You note he's wearing his bandana again.

"Good morning Schatz, did I wake you?" His eyes dart over you with concern. You cross your arms tugging your flannel a little tighter over your slip, giving yourself some added protection from the morning bugs. You shake your head, like a liar.

"Nope, all good. What can I do for ya'?"

"My-" He drags the word out, looking over your head and into your house, "-coffee maker is broken," He nods a little, you stifle a yawn, "und I was wondering if you had any to spare?"

You nod and wave him into your home, hearing him shut the door nicely behind him and then silence. You glance over your shoulder to tell him to follow you, but he is. He's just... silent. You didn't know guys that big could sound like anything but giants, you sort your focus back to your coffee maker in the kitchen.

"Might take a few minutes, I was gonna make breakfast. You want anything?" You pop open the top of your coffee maker to dump grounds in, trying to think through what you've got in the fridge. Do you even have enough to feed this guy?

"That's very kind, thank you," König hums glancing around your kitchen, "Is there anything I can do to help? I'm not very handy in the kitchen, but maybe..."

You hum, watching the water fill your coffee pot before shutting the sink off. Actually you could use his height on a few things. "I've got a light out in the living room, if you'd wanna replace that? Save me getting the step stool."

You are so sweet, so soft, so trusting, made for all the things König wishes he was made for. You were so cute standing in your doorway, tired eyed, hair still messy from sleep, just a slip and an oversized shirt between you and him. That should be his shirt you're wearing. He'll find a way to get you one.

He flips a switch on the box on his kitchen table, and hears static crackle before the air waves pop into the right channel. This is just precautionary, he tells himself, just because you're a woman alone in the middle of nowhere. It's really for your safety, and he won't ever turn it on after this.

Your voice filters through the receiver's speakers singing along to some song he doesn't know. He settles heavy on his kitchen chair, folding his arms on the table to rest his head on them. You sound so pretty, like you're singing just for him. What's one bug? One bug is nothing, he thinks watching the blinking light on the receiver, you probably wouldn't even mind if you knew.

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Jay- What Are You Doing?

I waddle to the precinct with some food for me and Jay to eat on his lunch break

"What on gods earth are you doing here?" Trudy asks crossing her arms

"I'm here to eat with Jay. Can you buzz me up please?"

"You should be at home"

"I've been at home for weeks. I'm bored" I moan at Trudy who sighs

"Alright alright" she picks up her phone "detective chuckles come and get your heavily pregnant wife before she goes into labour on my floor" I laugh as Trudy puts down the phone. In no time at all Jay is by my side and we make our way to the bullpen

"You should have stayed at home" he says with a hand placed on my lower back

"I can't stay home anymore. I've rearranged the furniture enough times"

"Your going to hurt yourself doing that" he scolds. We arrive in the bullpen where I'm greeted by everyone

"Aren't you meant to be on maternity leave?" Kim asks giving me a hug

"I am, but I'm bored and I needed some air"

"How long have you got left YN?" Antonio asks sitting at the edge of his desk with his arms crossed. Jay pulls out a chair for me to sit on

"Three weeks, but Natalie said because this is my first I could be late" I reply sitting down on said chair "now I'm starving so if you have more questions can they wait until I've eaten?" I open up the bag and grab a sandwich

"Gear up, I've just had intel about an armed robbery" Voight says walking out of his office "hello YN, good to see you. You can stay here until Jay gets back, take a nap or whatever while you wait"

"Thanks" I give a smile at Voight

"Ok let's move"

"See you in a bit" Jay bends now and kisses my forehead before he leaves for the locker room to get ready.

While they're all gone I have the urge to rearrange the break room. I'm now stood on a stool checking the dates of all the coffees and hot chocolates we have

"This is a pigs stye" I mutter to myself then start to laugh "ha pigs because were the police" I then start to hear chattering getting louder which means everyone's back. Quickly, but carefully, I get down and throw away anything out of date and put the chair back to where I got it from

"YN?" I hear Jay shout. I switch on the coffee pot to make it look like I'm making a drink

"In here" I call out. Jay walks into the break room and kisses my cheek

"What are you doing?"

"Making a drink"

"Coffee? But you can't have caffeine?"

"Babe I can have a little and I just fancied a coffee" lies. I've hated coffee since getting pregnant and Jay knows this

"Go sit down, I'll make you a drink" I nod my head and sit at the table. Jay opens the cupboard and takes out a tea bag and putting it into a cup. He pours some hot water in my cup then some milk and hands it to me "so what were you really up to?"

"Nothing" I give Jay a sweet smile. Adam walks into the break room and opens up the cupboard

"Where the hell is my coffee?" I turn around on the seat so I'm facing away from Adam

"YN what we're you doing?"

"Ok I may have sorted the cupboard out"

"Meaning you stood on a chair while being 9 months pregnant"

"No I magically grew" I sip my tea

"Did you throw my coffee?"

"It was out of date"

"Told you this nesting was a nightmare. She's been like it since she turned 7 months pregnant" Jay sighs "right finish your tea and I'll take you home"

"No Jay please just let me stay. I'll be on my best behaviour. I won't rearrange any furniture or climb on any chairs. Please I'm so bored at home"

"Fine, but you sit at your desk and play on your phone. You don't get involved in any cases"

"Yeah yeah" I roll my eyes and get up from the seat and waddle to my desk and sit down while everyone gets on with their work.

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guilty-pleasures21 · 3 months

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Injured

It's finally here!!!

Thanks to @deans-spinster-witch for motivating me to write it! ❤ (I was honestly ready to give up, guys.)

Hope it meets expectations!

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex including blowjob (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) and penetration (p in v).

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Stupid! How could he be so stupid?! Of course, of course he'd gone and ruined the one good thing in his life. He sighed as he stood under the shower, letting the warm water spill down his skin. And now they'd never be the same again, no matter how casually she'd tried to brush it off. He turned the tap off and reached for the shampoo, meaning to get some of the sweat out of his hair, but a sharp sting shot through his shoulder, reminding him of his injury. Great - one more problem to add to his plate.

“Jason?” X knocked on the door cautiously. “Are you okay? You've been in there a while.” Her voice was soft, hesitant, and all he could f*cking think about was the way she'd moaned his name.

“I'm fine! I'm fine,” Jason yelled quickly, shooting himself with a spray of cold water to bring himself back to reality. He shut the tap off again, then bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. “Can you … I can't reach my hair. It … My shoulder …”

“I can help,” X reassured him quickly, her voice nonchalant. “Just put your shorts on. I can wash it in the sink.” Of course, of course she’d help him wash his hair if he needed it. Argh! Stupid! He was so f*cking stupid! He did as she said, then unlocked the door before standing awkwardly by the sink. She smiled up at him, lips stretched a little too wide, and carried a plastic stool into the bathroom. She set it down in front of the sink, then gestured for him to sit down, manoeuvring around him carefully to get the bottle of shampoo. He clenched his muscles, not even daring to take a breath as she massaged the foamy liquid into his hair, her fingers much too relaxing against his scalp. Finally, once she’d gotten all the soap out, she sighed and stepped back.

“Jason, do you like me?” she asked him point blank, unable to take it any longer. Then she shifted in position, suddenly nervous. “It’s fine if you don’t! But just tell me so I can at least go to sleep tonight.” How could she be so casual about it when he was f*cking losing his mind right then?!

“I-I … Um …” he stammered, automatically looking away from her as she tried to think of a way to avoid the subject.

“And don’t try to avoid the subject,” she warmed him, reading his thoughts perfectly. “You can run away from everyone else if you want, but you’re not going to run away from me. I’ll tie you up if I have to!” God, did she have to add that last bit? Glaring down at him with her pretty eyes, full lips pushed out in a frown. Would she really tie him up? Strap him to the chair and then straddle him, her lips and hands running all over him while he struggled against his binds, completely help- Holy shit, she was driving him crazy! But he knew she meant it: she wouldn’t let him get out of this - not this time.

“I like you!” he blurted out quickly, not wanting to give himself too much time to think about it. “Too much, I think! But I don’t … I don’t want to hurt you! I can’t lose you, X. And … I know - I know - that I’m going to do something stupid that’s going to cost us … That’s going to cost me you.” He whispered the last few words, his heart thrumming rapidly in his chest at the thought that it might already be too late - he might have already lost her.

He was trying - he was trying so hard to overcome his fears. For her. Always for her. She sighed and stepped back towards him again. “You’re not going to hurt me, Jace. We’re … We’ve already had a million fights. And we’re fine! We always come back to each other.”

She gave him a soft smile and he found the tension easing from his shoulders as he considered her words. She was right: they’d already had a million stupid fights, but she’d never let him walk away. She’d always call him out when she noticed him getting ready to flee and sat him down so they could talk through it together. Like adults, she’d always tease him. Because she wanted him in her life. Always.

“We’re basically like an old married couple, Jace,” she joked, relieved that he seemed to have calmed down. She continued. “Just without the … the … you know … the physicalities.” Jason’s lips quirked in amusement.

“The what?” he asked, knowing exactly what she was talking about. She bit her lip, lowering her gaze sheepishly. He liked this new look on her: shy, flustered, and all because of him.

“The … The physical aspect, you know?” She scratched at her wrist, too embarrassed to say it out loud. His lips widened into a smirk and he stood up.

“I don’t know,” he lied, backing her into the wall. “What do you mean ‘the physical aspect’?” He placed a hand behind her, trapping her beneath his broad chest, his skin glistening from the remaining droplets of water trickling along his muscles. She gulped, her mouth watering at the sudden thought of licking it off of him, sucking on him teasingly as she pressed herself against him. Her eyes widened with embarrassment and she quickly dropped her gaze again.

“You know,” she insisted, her voice soft, nervous. God, she was cute when she was embarrassed, squirming so deliciously beneath him. He bent over her, strands of his damp hair tickling her forehead as he towered over her waiting. She whispered quietly, “s-sex.”

“What was that?” Jason grinned, moving one hand down now to settle on the wall by her waist. She was so small, so perfectly small, and he couldn’t wait to just pick her up and throw her onto her bed so he could have his way with her. He brought his face closer to hers. “I didn’t hear you.”

“T-The sex!” she squeaked out, her cheeks heating up at the word. He was so mean, teasing her and touching her, murmuring such naughty things in her ear while he played with her. And now here he was, messing with her again, that wicked grin stretched across his face as he mocked her. He chuckled, low and deep, and took hold of her chin, turning her face up to his.

“You know, you weren’t this shy earlier, when you were screaming my name.” She gasped at the statement, her mouth opening and closing as she stuttered for a response. He dragged his thumb across her lower lip, his mouth so close to hers now that she could feel his breath blowing against her. She swallowed hard and did her best to wrench her chin out of his grasp, but he held firm, forcing her to continue looking up at him. She frowned.

“Because you were distracting me!” she accused him suddenly, the frustration building up inside of her. “With your .. your fingers all … inside of me and stuff.” He groaned and released her chin to curl his arm around her waist, arching her back and pulling her hips flush against his. He lowered his head to her shoulder, brushing his lips along the side of her neck as he murmured against her skin.

“X …” he whined, his voice soft and pleading. He closed his lips around her skin, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on her lightly. “You liked that? Did you like that, sweetheart? Having my fingers all up inside of you?” He grinned and she shivered at the words, her body jerking violently as he grazed her skin with his teeth.

"You want me to do it again?” he asked her, nipping on her earlobe before pulling back to look at her, his lips brushing gently against hers. “Hmm? You want me … You want me to …” He pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he kissed her, swirling it around so he could drink in the sweet taste of her. F*ck, how much time had he wasted on not kissing her? On thinking about it, but doing nothing to make the fantasy become a reality. He let out a pleased moan, then sucked on her tongue, pulling it into his mouth and causing her to let out another surprised squeak. He pulled his head back slowly, dragging her tongue out of his mouth, then returned his lips to her neck, wrapping his arms around her to hold her in place as he licked and sucked on her skin.

“J-Jason,” she whimpered, clutching onto his shoulders as her knees went weak. He flicked his tongue at her earlobe, then tugged on it with his teeth again before moving his mouth to her throat.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he mumbled against her, his deep voice sending delicious rumbles rolling through her skin. “Tell me … Tell me what you want from me, X. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Just … Just … Please?” He closed his teeth around her collarbone, biting on it before licking his way back up her throat to her mouth. He kissed her again, hungrily this time, his lips moving against hers feverishly as he dug his fingers into her sides.

“Okay,” X giggled, trying to speak through his unrelenting kisses. He let out a satisfied moan at her response, then lifted her up like she weighed nothing at all and carried her out of the bathroom. She curled her legs around him, laughing at how completely dazed he’d become, his mind entirely focused on her, her body, her pleasure, then he tossed her onto her bed. She smiled up at him, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, and he sighed.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart,” he whined, climbing on top of her and trapping her beneath him. He brushed his nose along her neck and groaned, the sounds sending vibrations rumbling along her bones. She shivered and he growled, closing his teeth around the crook of her neck. He lowered himself on top of her and snuck his hand under her shirt, trailing kisses down her throat.

“Mmm, let’s …” He stopped to drag his tongue along her collarbone, then he pressed his lips to the same spot, humming against her so the sound travelled down to her chest this time. Her nipples tingled with excitement as he lifted her shirt off, his rough hands brushing over her soft breasts as he pulled it off of her. He moaned as he squeezed her plump flesh in his hand, wasting no time in pressing his lips all over her skin, covering her in soft kisses. “X …”

“Yes, Jason?” she giggled. Then she gasped as he circled her nipple with his tongue, her back arching off the bed in delight. He closed his lips around her stiff peak and sucked on it lightly, lowering his head together with her body as she sank back onto the mattress. “Jason …”

God, it drove him crazy whenever she said his name like that. Maybe he'd tie her up and do whatever he wanted to her, teasing her mercilessly until the only thing she could remember was his name. He slipped his arm under her, pulling her up slightly and giving her nipple a last hard suck. Then he let her go and closed his fingers around her other breast again, shifting his legs to nudge hers further apart. He sat up and pulled her bottoms off frantically, then looped his arms beneath her thighs and tugged her towards him, resting her legs on his shoulders. F*ck, she was so beautiful, all spread out for him like this, just waiting for him to devour her. He lowered himself to the bed and pushed his mouth into her folds, groaning loudly at his first taste of her. “Shit, X, you taste … so f*cking good.”

Jason swirled his tongue around her folds, licking her and drinking up the taste of her. His face was buried so deeply in her that she could feel the tip of his nose nudge her clit every time he nodded his head to drag his tongue along her length. And holy shit, his voice! His deep, rumbling groans that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her stomach every time the vibrations tickled her p*ssy. Shit, he was good. She whimpered and gasped, her legs twitching as the pleasure overwhelmed her, her stomach growing tighter by the second. Then finally, she broke, her body shaking and shivering against his mouth as she came for him. He gripped onto her thighs and held her firmly against him, intent on licking up every last drop of her sweet and sticky c*m. She fell back against the bed, breathing a sigh of relief when it was over. But he didn't stop, his tongue moving down to poke and prod at her entrance this time.

“Jason,” she whined, twisting her fingers into his hair to try to get him to stop. He hummed in question, but refused to stop, his mouth staying locked against her p*ssy as he continued to eat her out. “Jason!”

She sat up and pushed his head again, adding a little more force this time, and finally, he stopped, moving to sit up as well. He licked his lips, cleaning up some of the glistening liquid dripping off of his jaw, and she wondered how he could possibly find her so delicious. He smirked at the intrigued look on her face and leaned closer to her, latching onto her bottom lip when she let out a gasp at the feeling of his finger trailing down her p*ssy. He sucked on her lip and snuck his finger into her, sliding in all the way up to his knuckle before he let her go, flashing her a mischievous smile when her jaw dropped at the sensation.

“J-Jason!” It was too soon, too immediate, but she still couldn't stop her body from twisting around desperately, her sensitive nerves begging him for more.

“Shh, baby, I know,” Jason soothed her, eyes dark with lust as he watched her body writhe around helplessly, so overcome with her desire for him. She fell back against the pillows and he leaned over her, his muscular torso engulfing her as he lowered his lips to her neck. He pressed a few lingering kisses along her skin, then gave her earlobe a light suckle before murmuring against it. “But you're gonna have to fit my fingers first if you want to feel my d*ck inside this tight little p*ssy of yours.”

She moaned as he slipped another finger inside of her, her nipples tingling at the thought of having his d*ck inside of her. Of course she'd thought about it, of course she'd wondered what he would feel like, her eyes lingering a little too long on the sharp lines of his muscles beneath the tight fabric of his little vigilante outfit. He curled his fingers, pressing them against her walls, and she whimpered as he bit down on her shoulder, his teeth pricking her skin while his fingers continued playing with her p*ssy. Oh God, he was … he was … She kicked her legs as her stomach began to tighten again, her hips rising off the bed in anticipation. Then she came again, her sticky juices dripping down his fingers as she shook against his hand. He pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers as he sucked the c*m off of them. “Mmm, you taste … so good, sweetheart.”

He placed his arms down on either side of her and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue tangling with hers as he spread the taste of her across to her mouth. “Mmm, you're so … you're so …”

He moved one hand to squeeze her breast, groaning into her mouth as his fingers closed around her soft flesh. Then he wrenched his lips from hers and lowered them to her other breast, kissing and suckling on her nipple appreciatively.

“You're so beautiful, sweetheart,” he breathed, rubbing his deliciously large bulk up against her. “So … So f*cking hot … when you come for me … like that.”

“Mmph, Jason,” she whined, wincing at the friction of his clothed c*ck rubbing against her already overestimated clit. “J-Jason … Stop. It hurts!”

He released her nipple with a pop and sat up, finally providing her with some relief. He looked down at her, his features twisting with concern as he pulled her up onto his lap.

“Aww,” he teased her, sliding his hands up her back and holding her close to him. “I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry. C'mere.” He repeated the word as he flipped them over, settling her on top of him as he lay back on the mattress. He pulled her up, shifting her higher up his muscled torso, and glided his hands up her back, pushing her down slightly and arching her body so that her breast pooled in his mouth. He moaned with delight and stroked her back gently as he licked and sucked on her breasts, tugging on her with his mouth like he was trying to milk her.

“Ah! J-Jason!” she whispered, gripping onto the headboard of the bed to keep herself upright. God, she could feel herself starting to leak again already! He moved his mouth from one breast to the other, chuckling when he felt her c*m starting to drip down onto his abdomen.

“Mmm,” he moaned, his teeth grazing her flesh as he grinned around her. “You like that? You like it when I suck on you like that, sweetheart? Like this?” He slid his hands up her back, stroking her appreciatively as he continued to suckle on her. He moved his head to follow her movements as she curled her back, the contractions starting up again as she felt herself getting rapidly more aroused. Jason let her nipple go, grinning up at her with delight, then sat up and flipped her down onto the bed so she was lying on her stomach. She pushed herself up to her hands and knees gingerly, dazed by the speed of his movements, then collapsed her torso back down onto the bed when she felt him start tracing her drenched folds with his slick tip.

“What about this, baby?” he asked her teasingly, his tone wicked. “You like this? You like feeling my d*ck on your p*ssy? Mmm. Can you feel how hard I am for you, baby?”

It did feel good, so good, his prec*m-coated tip sliding along all her sensitive nerves. But then he started sliding himself into her, his thick d*ck stretching out her walls as he eased his way into her. She whimpered as he began thrusting himself into her, nice and slow, his tip hitting that one spot that had her moaning with ecstasy. He gripped onto her hips and slid her back and forth on his length, groaning at the way her warm and wet walls welcomed him so nicely. He was going to take his time with her tonight, f*ck, he was going to take his time.

“J-Jason!” she called out to him, her fingers twisting in the bedsheet. “Jason! Alert!”

“Huh? What?” he asked after she’d repeated himself. He just couldn’t help it: she just felt so good, so soft and so tight, and his mind was completely overcome by the pleasure of being so deeply inside of her that he found himself unable to focus on anything else. She let out a sigh and he increased the pace of his movements slightly, his c*ck begging him for relief.

“Jason!” she tried again, her body starting to contract as it squeezed around his d*ck. “Alert. Bat-signal.” He slowed down, the words finally registering in his consciousness. Then he heard it: the persistent whining of her buzzer, signalling to them that a crime was in progress. He reached across to her bedside table and grabbed it, clicking on the button to respond.

“What?!”

“Uh, Jason?” Stephanie’s uncertain voice came through the unit. “Why are you answering X’s alert?” X sat up quickly, her body protesting at the sudden absence of Jason’s d*ck inside of her, but she ignored it, too overcome with the fear of being found out by the rest of the Batfam. She reached forward and grabbed the buzzer from his hands.

“Hey! What’s up?” X inquired a little too quickly.

“Uh, are you guys okay?” Stephanie asked, her tone growing more suspicious by the second. “What’s Jason doing at your place so late?” X gulped, exchanging an alarmed look with Jason as the both of them tried frantically to come up with some sort of excuse.

“Uh, he got injured. But nothing serious! What’s up?” Oh god. Could she tell? Could Steph tell that something had happened between her and Jason? That she was sitting naked on her bed in front of him, his c*ck having been inside of her p*ssy only seconds ago-

“... just around the corner. You think you guys can get it?” Steph asked. X didn’t respond, her gaze distant as she thought about whatever was on her mind right then. Jason flashed her a quizzical look, but she didn’t seem to notice. So he grabbed the buzzer from her.

“Yeah, we’ve got it,” he reassured Steph, the sound of his voice finally pulling X back to reality. F*ck, she was cute, her curly eyelashes blinking in confusion as she gazed up at him. He should have just lied: should have just said that he was too injured to take on anyone else tonight and that X couldn’t go either because he needed her to look after him. But then they’d probably send someone to check on them, interrupting them anyway. He sighed.

“Great! We’ll meet you there.” Jason gave her a noncommittal hum of agreement and hung up tossing the buzzer aside. But they didn’t have to go right away, he reasoned, crawling back on top of X and pushing her back down on the bed. He pressed his lips to her collarbone and began slowly making his way up her throat, his tongue flicking out occasionally to trace circles around her skin. He moaned with satisfaction as he sucked her on jaw, then he reached down to take hold of himself, trying to guide his c*ck back inside of her again.

“Jason,” she whined, her legs twitching slightly as she felt him begin to circle his d*ck around her entrance again. “I don’t … Hmm, stop!” She pushed herself away from him, sliding far enough out of his reach so that she could shut her legs. Then she sat up, her chest heaving with shallow breaths as she met his gaze.

“I don’t think we have the time for that, Jay,” she told him, giving him a smile that had his heart skipping a beat. He reached a hand out to her, the only thought on his mind right then how badly he needed to f*ck her right now.

“No, we have time,” he insisted gently, shuffling closer to her. “Just … Just five minutes. C’mere, baby.” But five minutes wouldn’t be enough, he knew - because then it’d be ten minutes, and then an hour, and eventually, the entire night would have passed them by as they finally fell asleep in each other’s arms. She seemed to know it too because she crawled backwards, barely managing to evade his grasp before she hopped off the bed entirely. Jason fell onto the mattress as he lost his balance, then he pushed himself back up to glare at her.

“X!” She grinned at the warning tone in his voice and scurried over to her closet.

“We have a mission, Jay!” She pulled out her vigilante costume and dashed over to her bathroom. Jason flopped over on the bed, groaning loudly. But then he started getting up and going to get his own suit, grumbling exaggeratedly to let her know that he wasn’t happy about it. He’d kill Freeze. He’d kill him and then drag X back to her apartment so he could bury himself back inside of her and spend the rest of the night f*cking her into oblivion. Jason sighed and went to put on his suit, comforted by the thought.

“Done,” Jason declared, pushing himself back to his feet. Steph and Tim stared at him in a mixture of awe and horror.

“Did you just …” Tim began.

“Tase his brain?” Steph finished, unsure as to whether to be impressed or disgusted. Jason turned to look at them and shrugged.

“I got him, didn’t I?” He and X had arrived right after Tim and Steph and found them still outside the museum, the two of them discussing the game plan with Barbara over the comms. Jason had immediately pushed past them and sprinted into the museum, leaping onto Dr Freeze and smashing his helmet to pieces before shoving a taser in his eye. The villain had slumped over, his body convulsing as he sank to the ground. Jason gestured to Tim and Steph.

“Call Gordon to come pick him up,” he instructed them. Then he turned to X, pointing a finger at her and narrowing his eyes at her beneath his mask. “You … You come with me.”

Jason marched over to her and grabbed her hand, dragging her out the door. She twisted around, struggling against his grip as she glanced over at Tim and Steph. “Bye guys! See you tomorrow!”

X stumbled a few times as Jason dashed down the corridor, struggling to keep up with his desperate pace. He felt a little bad, but he couldn’t help it; his d*ck was just so painfully hard for her, he didn’t think he’d even be able to wait to get back to her apartment. He grabbed her helmet off his bike when he reached it and shoved it into her hands, waiting for her to put it on. She grinned at his impatience, then lifted it to her head slowly, taking her sweet time putting it on. Jason growled and strapped it onto her head, doing his best to remain gentle. He climbed onto his bike when he was done and turned on the ignition, gesturing for her to climb up behind him. She did as he asked and before long, they were zooming back to her place.

“F*ck!” Jason groaned, pushing her against the wall and bending over to kiss her neck. He grabbed onto her waist and pulled her hips flush against his as he moved his lips up her neck, nipping her ear when he got to it.

“Ugh! Jason!” she moaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders as her head fell back in pleasure. He grinned at her response, delighting in how badly she wanted him as well, then slid his hand up her back to undo her zip. He pulled her sleeves off hastily, then stepped back to start removing his own clothes while she finished taking off hers. And then they were bare again, every curve and hollow of their naked bodies pressing up against one another’s as they continued devouring each other.

“Mmm, can't … can't wait,” Jason mumbled against her lips, lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around his waist. “Come … Come here, sweetheart.”

He ran his hand along her side, stopping to give her ass a little squeeze before taking hold of himself and guiding his c*ck back inside of her. He pressed himself into her, then sighed when he felt himself buried all the way inside of her. She let out a little squeak at the sudden intrusion, but then relaxed when he started prodding his tip against that one spot that made her head fall back with pleasure. He chuckled and moved his lips to the base of her jaw, kissing and licking his way down her throat as he thrust himself into her. He was so thick and so nice and she couldn't ever recall being so nicely filled up before. She grabbed onto the back of his head and moaned, rolling her own hips against his and trying to match his ever-increasing pace. He nipped at her collarbone and she felt her knees give way as her body started to contract. He grabbed hold of her other leg before she could fall, lifting her up and sitting her on his waist so he could support her instead. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back against the wall, letting the haze of pleasure consume her entirely as he took care of her.

“Mmm, let me … I'll take care of you, baby,” Jason reassured her, his lips and tongue continuing to brush against her skin. He grinned smugly. “I always do. Right?” He snickered as she nodded her head, unable to form any words. God, she was hot. So f*cking hot, taking in his d*ck so nicely into that tight little p*ssy of hers. He nipped at her jaw, then dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, a muttered curse falling from his lips as she came around him. F*ck, she felt good, squeezing him so desperately, doing her very best to cling onto him while her body shuddered and shook in his arms. It wasn't long before he was coming too, warm spurts of his c*m shooting into her and filling her up like he was marking her as his. But she was his now - she'd always been his, if he was being really honest, and he'd always been hers. He pulled back from her slightly, giving her the space to catch her breath as his own chest heaved with shallow pants.

“Jason,” she breathed, her beautiful breasts bouncing up and down as she breathed in and out. She sighed. “Shit, that felt good.” He grinned, delighted by her response, and set her back down onto her feet.

“Should we go for round two?” he teased her, not entirely joking. She pat his shoulder and pushed past him to pick up their suits.

“It's got to be, like, round ten by now!” she exclaimed, making her way over to her laundry room. She waddled a little as she walked, some of his c*m starting to seep out of her, and a thrill shot through Jason at the thought that he'd f*cked so good that she was finding it difficult to walk properly. He strode over to her.

“You know, we can always do this tomorrow, sweetheart,” he murmured against her shoulder after she'd shoved their suits into her washing machine. She turned to face him, a mischievous smile on her lips, her cheeks glowing as she looked up at him.

“You're right,” she agreed, gesturing between them. “We can always do this tomorrow.” She tried to walk away from him again, to go take a shower, but he stopped her, both hands on either side of her on top of the washing machine. She flashed him an exasperated look, folding her arms across her chest as she waited. He smirked, finding the expression all too adorable, and tilted her head up to press his lips against hers.

“I was talking about the laundry,” he informed her, his tongue brushing against hers teasingly. She moaned and reached her hands up to his shoulders.

“I was talking about us,” she replied, her tone equally as playful as she kissed him back. He lifted her up onto the washing machine, sitting her there so he could kiss her some more. But she pulled back eventually, a contemplative expression on her face as she brushed her fingers along his broad shoulders. “Um, Jace. Are we … Do you … Is this going to be, like, a thing from now on? Us?”

His lips curled at the corner as he brought her mouth back to his. “I sure hope so, sweetheart.”

She moaned and sank against him, relishing the tangy taste of him in her mouth. Then she pushed him back again. “No, I mean … I mean, like, dating. Are we … Are we gonna be together now? Is that … something you'd want?”

She gazed up at him, her eyes wide with hope, her teeth sinking into her lower lip with nerves. Jason had never seemed like a relationship kind of guy. Sure, he was a great best friend, but even then it had taken him ages to properly open up to her and let her in. But she knew she wouldn't be able to do an awkward friends-with-benefits sort of situation - she fell much too hard to ever be with someone who wouldn't commit themselves to her fully.

He gazed down at the apprehensive expression on her face. She was afraid that he'd be too scared to commit to her fully, he knew. But he'd already committed himself to her, hadn't he? As her best friend, her partner and her confidante in life? It was exactly like what she'd said before: they technically were already in a relationship - all that was missing was the sex. The sweet, sweet sex that he'd wasted so much time worrying about. He trailed his fingers down her collarbone and to her breast, appreciating the way she'd let him come to know her so deeply, so intimately. All of her, just for him. And all of him, just for her. He’d been given a second chance at life, sure, but he’d never fully felt alive, living, until he’d met her. She was just so full of life, passionate, appreciative, admiring of all that was beautiful in the world. He’d never thought that someone could care about him in the way that she did, let alone love him. He circled her nipple, playing the word over in his mind, testing the sound of it and imagining how it would feel in his mouth. Because he did love her. He’d loved her for a long time already. He’d just been too afraid to say it.

“Yes,” he agreed, doing his best to make his tone as firm as possible. “I want that. I want you. Do you … We can go out on a date? Tomorrow night? Do you want to watch a movie?” She grinned and he felt the tension ease from his body.

“A movie sounds nice,” she confirmed, wrapping her arms back around his neck. He leaned forward and gave her a hug, squeezing her tight as she ran her fingers through his hair. “But … we're going to have to tell everyone else, right?”

He winced at the thought, his stomach curdling in the same way he knew hers was - he could tell by her uncertain tone that she wasn't as amenable to the idea either. He sighed and straightened, his fingers still curled around her waist. “They'll figure out. They're detectives, right?”

He shrugged and she smiled, getting excited by the idea now. “Who do you think will figure it out first?”

“Ugh, probably Tim,” Jason admitted, rolling his eyes at the thought. The kid was smart, even chronically exhausted as he was. He'd probably put it together the quickest. Then again, he wasn't the most adept at romance.

“Hmm, I think it's going to be Bruce,” X decided, thinking about how he somehow found a way to keep tabs on them all the time. “Or maybe Selina if we bump into her by accident.” She was sharp, Catwoman - sharp enough to have sensed something between them even before they themselves had wanted to admit it. She'd always tease them when they went over to the mansion - Jason especially, since he was so easy to wind up. But she'd always been nice enough to X, the two of them bonding over their love of cats. Jason sighed again, knowing she was probably right.

“Doesn't matter,” he dismissed her concerns, bending over to press a kiss to her cheek. “That is a problem for another night.” She giggled as he lifted her onto his waist and carried her to her bedroom, intent on fulfilling his earlier promise to himself to spend the rest of the night ravishing her.

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parkerrogersgirl · 5 months

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300 Awkward Blind Dates Later...

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You go on a blind date on your birthday so you don't have to spend it alone, but it ends up going better than you expected.

A/N: Hey friends! This is a little birthday drabble for my buddy @roosterforme. Thank you for being such a help and inspiration, you're the best!

Warnings: fluff, maybe swearing, a whole lot of sweetness so book your dentist ASAP, allusions to smut (bc I can't help myself), spice

Word Count: 2,617

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You take a deep breath and fix your hair in your rear view mirror. You look down at your dress and check your phone one last time. You'd thought your ex would at least act like he cared that it was your birthday. He wanted you back, and yet he couldn't be bothered to text you on your birthday. So, that's why you were on a blind date on your birthday.

You put your phone away and walk into the restaurant, sitting at the bar. The bartender immediately comes over and you order a soda, presuming this date won't last long enough for you to finish any alcohol.

Once you have your soda, you let yourself relax a little bit. You let yourself get lost in the bustle of the bar at happy hour. That is until you hear a voice startle you out of your daze.

"Excuse me? Do you mind if I sit here, ma'am?"

You snap your head to your left to see the hottest man God has ever created. He has curly brown hair and a gorgeous mustache to match. He's got chocolate brown eyes that you could easily see yourself getting lost in-

"Oh! Yeah, sure." You turn to look at the clock to see that your date is 40 minutes late. You pull out your phone and see that your date had cancelled because you didn't sound like his "type," and he didn't want to waste your time. "I've been stood up, apparently, so I should probably go anyway."

The stranger frowns and takes the seat next to yours, "well, apparently it's a blind date."

"How'd you know that?"

He smirks, "if he knew what you look like, he wouldn't have stood you up. You're perfect."

You blush and as the bartender takes the stranger's order, you ask her for a refill on your soda. Before you can take your card out of your wallet to pay out, a rough hand covers yours.

"You can add it to my tab. Both of the drinks." You look up and meet his incredible eyes.

"Are you sure? You don't even know my name."

He laughs and turns your hand over to shake it, "well, I'm Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw. And you are?"

You introduce yourself, and you notice that although you're not shaking hands, neither of you have let go. There's something... right about how his hand feels on yours. It feels like you're home. You subtly roll your eyes at yourself before dropping his hand.

"Well, Bradley, why do you insist on paying for my drinks?"

He grins, putting his arm around the back of your chair, "well, miss Y/N, my mom always told me to pay for a lady's drinks on a date."

"You're awfully bold to assume this is a date," you raise your glass to your lips, smirking at him over the top.

"You were already here on a date. It's not my fault I had to step into that clown's shoes. I'm just taking a shot."

"And if I said this wasn't a date?"

"Well, I would be crushed. I think you're great. You're funny, you're hot, although we do have to have a talk about stranger danger."

You scoot your stool closer to him and start drawing circles on his leg with your finger. The second your fingertip touches him, you feel him tense up and you smile softly, "I'm hot?"

He leans in closer so his lips are almost touching your ear, "baby you're the hottest person in the whole damn bar. As soon as I saw you, you were all that mattered. Especially because I would really, really like to see you again. Tonight. In my bedroom. Preferably under me. "

You bite your lip and stand, heading for the door. You go out and stand next to your car around the corner and wait. Not even 30 minutes later, you hear the restaurant door open and close, followed by footsteps on the concrete. Bradley turns the corner speeds up, jogging toward you.

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can ask Bradley to follow you home, his arms are around you and his mouth is on yours. You moan into the kiss and back up against your car, letting your lips dance with his. His lips were coarse, but in the best way, where it feels like static electricity.

He pulls away and immediately blurts out, "do you want to come home with me?"

"Let's go. I'll come get my car tomorrow."

"No, we'll come get your car tomorrow. I don't plan on letting you go."

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adventuringblind · 6 months

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Drive With You Forever

Chapter sixteen: Boo!

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: Reader scares Carlos, Max is overprotective, an unexpected visitor appears

Warnings: alcohol consumption, survivors guilt, arguing

Notes: After much deliberation, I've decided to let my affinity for even numbers win.

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The sun is barely peaking over the edges of the sky as her and Lando walk hand in hand around the hungararing. Charles needed to be at the paddock early for his media duties. The two had decided to go with since they were up and let Max and Oscar sleep until the last minute.

The walk is peaceful. The shared airpods are playing soft music that Lando picked. Occasionally, he spins her around, or they stop to dance horribly.

It's so early that even the pitlane is empty. The occasional sound of tools can be heard, but no souls can be seen.

The music and Lando are so distracting that she doesn't notice anyone sneaking behind her. Hands grab her shoulder, which pulls a terrified gasp out of her. Instincts take over as she throws whoever it is behind her into the nearest wall. It's not hard, just enough to subdue. And scare- she supposes.

She holds whoever it was as her breath starts to even out. She can hear Lando and Charles laughing incredibly hard. Which is weird, because then who is she-?

"Carlos?!"

She releases her hold on him, and the spainard sinks to the ground. His expressions go through the five stages of grief.

"I told you not to scare her mate!" Charles is kneeling over in laughter.

She rushes to help him up. And to her shock, he lets her. She would have expected him to run in fear. Bolt to the nearest asylum and tell them to come get her.

"So, you're some kind of superhero? Or am I imagining things? Or are you really that strong?" Carlos asks questions faster than she could process. She's startled, overwhelmed, and frankly confused.

Charles comes to her rescue with his arms around her waist. "She's our superhero. If you tell anyone, you're dead."

"She looks like she feels bad for just shoving me against the wall."

"I never said it would be her doing the killing."

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Charles flinches as Max slams the door behind him. He hates when any of them is angry. Max, however, has to be the worst.

Not because of anything he's doing wrong. The Dutch simply struggles to communicate when his emotions are flaring higher than normal. Charles hates seeing him so upset when all he wants is to keep them safe and happy.

He is currently curled up on the bed next to Lando. Oscar is sitting on one of the plush lounge chairs, and the female is curled up on a bar stool, not looking at anyone. She looked like she might cry. When Charles called Max to explain what had happened, he was not happy and started ranting over the speaker. Now she is sat there, blaming herself for messing things up.

"Carlos is coming over tonight, so we can explain this to him, yes?" Max asks the room. They all nod to confirm it. "I don't understand how this happened. We have no idea how Carlos is going to respond."

"He seemed fine when we left-"

"-But that doesn't guarantee he won't tell anybody." Max cut off Lando, and the Brit shrinks into Charles with a look of defeat.

Max then turns his attention to the female. The emotionally unstable girl who hadn't even been living in a proper home for that long. Who had immediately concluded she had ruined their lives once again (not that she ever did, this was her conclusion that Charles can't see how she came to).

"I would've expected you to at least have seen something by now. I thought your visions were to prevent these incidents, but they always seem to happen regardless." Max's volume rises as he speaks. His hand movements get more aggressive, and he can see the female getting more glassy eyed by the second. "It's so hard to keep you safe when you let things like this happen!"

Oh, Charles is going to kill him. But he'll have to do it later because before anyone can stop her, she is running out of the room. Only stopping to grab her shoes.

"Max Emilian Verstappen, I have half a mind to drag by the neck to Sebastian to explain this one to him." Seethes the Monegasque.

It's not often that they argue. Having more of them in a relationship means more arguments, but it also means more mediators. People who are neutral to help them resolve the issue.

Max already looks like he knows he messed up. "I didn't... I- I didn't mean it like that." He stutters out. Tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

Charles sighs in frustration. "Maybe we know that, but she takes things litterally." He goes through possible options. "I think we should give it an hour before we try to find her. Let her have some space first."

"Not sure how we're going to find her." Oscar points to where her phone lay. "Can't see her location if her phone isn't with her."

~~~~~

She's not sure where she's going. Just walking to clear her head. Figure things out. Understand why she can't just do things right.

Maybe Max is right. Maybe this really is all her fault. She let this all happen. She could've stopped it if she had more control over these stupid abilities.

She knows her mind is going to a dark place. It's a place she hadn't been for so long. But the voices that aren't hers are pulling her under water. She can't breathe knowing she messed up yet again. How many failures are needed to prove she's not meant to continue this life.

Her father had said the same thing Max had. Over and over, every day, the reason why he took everything from her. Because she had let her mother die and still doesn't have the strength to bring her back.

Why should she live? Her mother hadn't deserved her fate. Neither had any of her bloodline who came before her. Why should she be allowed to live freely when none of them had?

She must have blacked out while walking. Somehow, finding herself tucked away in a back alley, a bottle of alcohol in hand.

She didn't even know she had money. Furthermore, she doesn't even like alcohol normally. She supposes this isn't a normal occasion and instead takes a swig from the bottle. The burn in her throat distracts the thoughts in her brain.

She hears her name being called, but she's too apathetic to care. Yet as they continue to grow closer, she lets out a groan and shifts her weight upwards and against the wall. Her legs feel like they might give out from the weight. She falls, expecting to hit the concrete face first. Instead, she lands against another person.

"I've got you." Comes a familiar Australian accent. Oscar lowers her back onto the ground and assesses her for any injuries. "You forgot to take your phone with you. We've been searching for you for hours."

"Well, I guess Max can lecture me about it then. I'll add it to the compiling list of things I've done wrong."

Oscar isn't normally the most assertive person. He can be when he needs to, but he can also easily follow the flow of other people. This is one of those times where he needs to be. "You didn't do anything wrong. You were startled. You went defensive. Max knows what he said was wrong, and he didn't intend for it to come out that way." Her body is pulled into his. She hadn't realized how it had gotten late and that she is cold now. His body heat is comforting. "Come back with me and let Max apologize. Everyone is worried that you'd been taken again, and Carlos is at the room as well."

She can hear the waiver of anxiety in his voice. He hates not knowing where she is. It leaves too many possibilities for her to get hurt, or worse, taken away from him again.

Oscar helps her walk back to the hotel. The bottle of alcohol left behind in the alley for someone else to take advantage of. It's a long, wobbly walk where she feels anxiety building with every step. Even when they get to the door, she has half a mind to turn and run. Though she doubts she'd get very far.

Lando is the one to open the door. He looks as if he'd been crying. If he was, he didn't say anything.

He helps Oscar get her to the larger then neccecary bathroom. Then she beelines straight for the empty bath. Her safe place.

"Max wants to apologize. Can I let him in?"

"Yeah, but can you stay, please?" She's not sure she can express things properly right now and may need Oscar's calm to help the two very emotional people through.

"Wouldn't think of leaving."

He opens the door and summons Max over. It's an awkward few moments as the two get comfortable. She fiddles with her hands while they do so.

Max sighs. His eyes are red and tired. His face settled in his constantly moving hands. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I wasn't thinking properly and I was scared. Which is not an excuse I know-"

"I forgive you. It's not like I handled it well, either."

"I just want you to be safe. You've been through so much already that I just want to see you not worry yourself sick." They look at each other now. Really take in the hurt and worry that paint the feature of the other.

Oscar decides to give them a few moments alone before joining the others. Lando had once compared their post argument affection to remind them they are okay to aftercare. She deems them very different. In this case, both her and Max were high on emotions, so they did and said things that weren't right. But they'd all come to an agreement that when there are apologies made and forgiveness granted that they don't hold onto it. At the end of the day, they are human, and humans do stupid things. This is a promise that they are going to be fine.

~~~~~

Oscar isn't sure what he's expecting to happen when the two step out of the room, but it certainly wasn't Carlos being star struck.

"I have so many questions."

"You always have questions."

"I think he always has opinions, actually."

Oscar rolls his eyes. Carlos could ask all he wanted, but he probably would get the answers he's looking for. There is some part of him that knows Carlos commands and controls his environment. Yet the other side of him sees what Charles sees: a funny and playful Spaniard. Plus, the Aussie is new to all of this, and if anything, he can't help but feel mildly anxious.

"Have you always had your powers?" Carlos looks at the female with curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes, I was born with them." His eyes flicker to Max as the Dutch places his hand on her lower back. She seems to flinch at the question itself. As if having to recall the answer also brought with it memories.

Carlos keeps asking more specific questions, prying further into the females past. She does her best to answer as many as possible, but she's gradually steeping into a more anxious state.

"I think that's enough for tonight." Max pulls the girl into him, and her demeanor shifts again. Relaxed from feeling safe in his arms. “Jack, can you take her to the other room?”

Oscar simply nods and gently leads the female to the connected room. Two rooms since apparently it’s difficult for them to all sleep comfortably in the same bed that isn’t built for five. There have been many angry physios because they were falling off the bed or settling for the floor. So, they had to change tactics.

When he closes the door behind him, the two throw themselves into bed. “Does Max not want us in there for a reason?”

“Do you want to be in there still? Because I’m happy to sleep.”

He will not get to sleep yet, however, because there is a knock on the door. Oscar groans in exhaustion and annoyance. How had they managed to know what room they were in? Doesn’t anyone sleep these days?!

Oscar takes his sweet time getting up and meandering to the door. He swings it open with more attitude than neccacary, but to his shock, there is nobody on the other side.

A small box sits outside the door. For everything that has happened, a box is probably the least of their worries. Oscar, however, still gets a chill up his spine when he bring it inside the space.

"A package? Did you see from who?"

"A ghost? An invisible man?"

"No need to be rude..."

Oscar sighs and starts ripping open the small cardboard box. "Sorry. I'm just tired -" he catches a glimpse of the contents. "A whole box for a single note!"

The girl looks at his with curiosity. If she weren't so damn cute, he would close the box and think about it later. Instead, he unfolds the paper. "It's a letter... from your father."

Lando watches the older boys intently. Carlos and Max have been going back and forth for awhile now.

“Have you considered that maybe this is a condition?”

“Have you considered that her father is a psycho?”

Carlos had been trying to figure out the reasons behind everything. There is one, technically speaking, but it isn’t their place to share that information.

“I know you want to protect her Max, but maybe you should consider visiting the the guy and asking him about it.” Carlos gets up off the bed and stands in front of Max. His stance is loose and relaxed. “She looks like she’s in pain and ready to break at any second.” He claps Max on the shoulder before heading out of the room.

Lando looks at the older two. “Well that was eventful.”

Max flops down in between himself and Charles. The groan he lets out is muffled by the pillows. “I don’t like his tone.”

“His tone? Or the fact maybe he was into something?” Charles quirks his eyebrows.

“Both.”

The three of them pull back the covers after getting ready for bed. Lando having checked that Oscar and their superhero of a girlfriend are at least in bed.

“On the bright side, we can’t even think about that until after this weekend. We’ve got driving to do still.”

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