#any other day is strictly for asks cause well

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The Longest Night (Tim Bradford X Foster!Teen!Reader)

The Rookie Masterlist

Word Count: 3,832

Warnings: Mentions of death and blood

Summary: It's towards the end of Tim's shift when he gets a call on the radio about a nearby car accident, but when he arrives, he doesn't expect his world to turn upside down.

The day began like any other, Tim got up before sunrise and prepped a quick breakfast before getting himself ready. By then y/n was up and dressed and eating her breakfast. Over the past two years, they had a routine that they strictly followed. At first, the life of fostering a young teen was challenging for Tim, especially with his schedule but he was determined to help the young teen. He saw so much of himself within her. 

Getting y/n to open up to him was another challenge. It took a while, but eventually, she learned how to trust Tim and now she felt like Tim was the father she never had. There were times when she had to stop herself from calling him ‘dad,’ even though she knew he wouldn’t mind. She felt like it wasn’t appropriate since she knew that one day she would only be a distant memory. 

Towards the end of his shift, Tim was over it. He was ready to go home and start his weekend. More importantly, he was excited to go to y/n’s soccer game tonight. He knew he was going to be the loudest one in the crowd, cheering you on as you gave it your all in the field. 

He loved watching you play, loved seeing the passion you had for the game and if he could, he would do anything so you could play whenever you pleased, but the world didn’t work that way. 

The plan was for you to drive to the field with some friends after school, you would grab something to eat with them on the way there. Fortunately for you, you were able to get out of class early to grab a bite and head over to the field. Later on in the evening, Tim, Lucy, and Angela will meet you at the game. 

“All units,” the voice came over the radio, “we have a major collision at the intersection of Sepulveda and Fifth. Possible fatalities. Paramedics en route.” 

Tim’s heart quickened, something about this call felt different from the others. A chill ran down his spine, he knew that intersection too well. It was one of the intersections he passed on the way to drop y/n off at school.

“Dispatch, show 7-Adam-100 responding,” Tim announced on the radio as he drove off from where he was parked. The scene of the accident wasn’t too far, it was only ten minutes away, but with the way Tim was driving, he made it there in five. 

When he arrived, paramedics were already at the scene, a couple of paramedics were assisting some firemen help get a passenger out of one of the cars. Just with one look at the scene, Tim already knew that the impact of some of these cars was deadly. 

“Tim,” Lucy hurried towards him, she had arrived at the same time as the paramedics. 

Tim was too distracted by the scene of the wreckage in front of him to even notice the look on Lucy’s face, “Jesus, what was the cause of this?” he asked. 

Lucy’s expression was tense, her eyes had widened with something more than just professional concern, “T-Tim,” she whispered, a hand gently touching his arm. 

Tim quickly diverted his attention towards Lucy, taking in the expression she was giving him, “What’s going on?” His voice is tight with worry. 

Lucy hesitated, she had no idea how to tell the man she loved, the man who was standing right in front of him the news that could cause his whole world to come crashing down. Her gaze flickered over his shoulder to where the paramedics were working frantically on someone who was lying on the pavement. “I need you to promise me you’ll stay calm,” she began. 

There was that feeling again, the one Tim felt when he heard the call over the radio, “What is it?” 

Lucy took in a shaky breath, “It’s y/n,” she said softly. Her mouth quivered, she rose her hand up to her mouth quickly before putting her hand back down and continued, “The way the car hit– She–” She let out a small sob. 

“Where is she?” Tim felt a cold knot of dread forming in his stomach, “Where is my daughter, Lucy!?” 

“The paramedics are doing everything they can,” She managed to choke out. 

Tim felt as if the ground beneath him had been pulled out from under him, he followed Lucy’s gaze behind him, his whole world narrowed to the sight of the paramedics working on his daughter. His heart sunk at their grim faces as they focused at the task at hand. He pushed past Lucy, any call for him went in through one ear and out the other as he rushed to Y/n’s side. 

“No, no, no,” Tim shouted, his voice breaking as he took in her pale and bloodied face. “Come on, baby, you got to wake up,” he cried as he knelt beside her, gently holding her head in his hands. 

“Clear!” A paramedic warned as he held the defibrillator paddles in his hands, Tim quickly let go of y/n, his eyes darting to the small portable screen beside them. The paramedic let out a small groan as he continued to administer CPR, “Another round of EPI!” The paramedic ordered. 

Tim’s heart shattered with every single millisecond that passed. Reaching out with a trembling hand, he brushed a strand of hair from y/n’s forehead, “Please,” he begged, “Don’t take her from me.”

Lucy knelt beside Tim, offering anything she could to support him. 

“Clear!” The paramedic announced again. 

“Come on, baby girl,” Tim whispered as he lifted his hands up, allowing the paramedic to use the paddles on y/n. 

Tim waited, watching the straight lines on the defibrillator, “Come on!” He shouted, tears streaming down his cheek. 

“We got a pulse!” The paramedic called out as a small pulse showed itself on the small screen in front of him. Tim let out a breath of relief, overwhelmed with a wave of emotions, Y/N was alive, but barely. 

“You can meet us at the hospital,” the paramedic informed Tim as they loaded Y/n onto a stretcher. 

Tim watched as they wheeled her into the ambulance, His attention was directed to another stretcher that was covered with a sheet. His heart sank as he noticed a familiar charm bracelet that was barely showing through the sheet. He quickly stopped the paramedics from moving the stretcher. 

Tim glanced over at Lucy, she gave him a nod, confirming his fear without words. 

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as he took in a shaky breath. 

“I was on my way to inform her parents.” 

Tim shook his head, “No, let me.” 

“But y/n.” 

“Y/N would want me to tell her best friend's parents that their daughter… she would want me to do this.” 

Lucy nodded, “I can go with you if you would like,” she suggested. 

He gave her a small nod. Lucy followed Tim in her patrol car, to the small house that was only a few blocks down.

Tim dreaded giving the news of the death of a loved one, but this was different. A knot of anxiety turned in Tim’s stomach as he knocked on the door with shaky hands. Mrs. Garcia, Jenna’s mother, answered the door with a beaming smile, but it was short-lived once she saw the look on Tim’s face. Her smile quickly faded into concern.

“Tim? What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice laced with concern. 

“Can we come in?” Tim asked gently. Mrs. Garcia’s eyes darted between him and Lucy before she gave him a small nod and stepped aside. Her eyes widened with worry. 

“Heeey, Tim!” Mr. Garcia sung as he watched Tim walk into the living room, “Ready for that game tonight? Don’t tell me one of the girls called you to come grab something,” he rambled on, “Leave it to our girls to always forget something.” His voice slowly faltered as he noticed the look on his wife’s face. 

“Tim has– Um, he’s here because of work,” Mrs. Garcia stuttered as she sat beside her husband on the couch. The look on Mr. Garcia’s face now mirrored his wife’s as they looked at Tim. 

Tim took in a deep breath, his mind searching for the right words today, but he knew there were none. For a moment, he wanted them to take in these last moments, the last moments of them being oblivious to what was going on. The last moments of them believing that their daughter was still alive and with them in this world. 

Tears began to well up in his eyes, “There was an accident,” he began. “Y/N and Jenna were involved.” 

Mr. Garcia let out a small chuckle out of disbelief, “But they’re okay, right?” 

Tim felt his stomach turn as he continued, “Y/N is on the way to the hospital, they were able to resuscitate her.” 

Mrs. Garcia gasped, as Mr. Garcia took his wife’s hand, “and my Jenna?” His voice shaking as he asked. 

Tim could feel the tears in his eyes threatening to make themselves known, “I’m so sorry,” he said with a shaky voice, “Jenna didn’t make it.” 

Mrs. Garcia shook her head, “No, no, no! Not my baby!” She yelled as she collapsed into her husband’s arm, her body wracked with sobs. Mr. Garcia held her tightly as tears fell from his eyes. Tim felt helpless as he stood there, wishing there was something he could do to ease their pain, but he knew there wasn’t. 

“I’m so sorry,” Tim repeated, “Jenna was more than just Y/n’s friend. They were like sisters. You guys were–are like family to us.” 

Mr. Garcia looked up towards Tim, his eyes red and overwhelmed with grief, “Can we see her? Can we see our baby girl?” 

Tim nodded, “I’ll take you to her. I’ll be with you every step of the way.” 

The Garcia’s followed Tim’s patrol car to the hospital. Tim felt like he could understand the pain they were going through, seeing as he had just seen his own daughter almost be taken from him, but he knew his pain couldn’t compare to the pain they were about to face. 

He guided them through the quiet halls, it was a part of the hospital Tim rarely went through. A part of the hospital not a lot of people wished to see. The room in which Jenna’s body was in was filled with an overwhelming aura of sadness. It’s like the walls knew the pain of those who held her close. Tim stood at the door as he watched them walk up to the bed where their daughter lay motionless. 

In the midst of it all, Tim felt guilt. Guilt that his daughter lived and theirs didn’t and mixed in with all the guilt, he felt angry. 

He wasn’t sure if he was more angry towards the drunk driver or god himself for taking Jenna away from her parents. 

Lucy walked up to Tim, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Hey,” she whispered, gesturing for him to follow her. 

He let out a deep breath, following Lucy down the hall. 

“They’re wheeling Y/N into surgery now, they’re saying it was touch and go there for a while, which is why it took them a while to get her stable enough to go into surgery,” Lucy explained. Her eyes gazed towards the door at the end of the hall, “How are they holding up?” 

Tim shook his head as tears quickly welled up in his eyes, Lucy didn’t hesitate to pull Tim into an embrace, “I almost lost her and I was a mess, I can’t imagine the pain they are going through,” he said shakily as he returned Lucy’s embrace. 

“I know,” Lucy whispered. 

“I almost lost her,” Tim repeated. Taking in the words he had just said. 

“But you didn’t,” Lucy said as she let go of the embrace and held Tim’s head in her hands. “She’s alive and she needs you right now, she needs you more than ever.” 

Tim nodded, “I don’t know what I would do if I lost her.” 

“You didn’t lose her, Tim.” 

“I can’t lose her,” he repeated. 

“You won’t.” 

“But I still can,” tears welled up in his eyes, “they can take her away as easily as they brought her into my life and I can’t bear to lose her. She’s my kid.” 

Lucy couldn’t help but smile, “So, what are you saying?” 

“I’m saying that I want to adopt her. I need to.” 

Lucy beamed, “About time.” 

Tim and Lucy stayed in the hall, while the Garcia’s said goodbye to their daughter. A small amount of words were exchanged as Tim watched the Garcias walk out of the hospital, he promised them that Y/N would come over from time to time, but they still wanted her presence around even if their daughter wasn’t there. He knew it was because their home would be missing that light their daughter gave off, the light that y/n gave off when she came into any room. 

~~ 

Tim let out a deep sigh as he moved in his seat for the hundredth time, “would you quit it?” Lucy asked. 

“My belt is beginning to become uncomfortable,” Tim commented. 

“I know,” Lucy said as she looked up from her phone, “that’s why I called Angela to bring us some spare clothes from our lockers,” she said just as Angela walked out of the elevator. 

“How’s our girl doing?” Angela asked as soon as she walked over to Lucy and Tim. 

“The doctors came about an hour ago to update us, it was touch and go then,” Tim said. 

“Fuck,” Angela sighed as she took a seat beside them, handing off the bag of clothes to Lucy. 

Lucy quickly stood up, “I’m gonna go change,” she said as she grabbed her clothes from the bag before handing it off to Tim. 

Tim watched as Lucy walked away to the bathroom, “How are you holding up?” 

“I just wish I could get to the part where this is all over with and Y/n is back home and she’s safe and healthy.” 

“Don’t we all,” Angela whispered. 

The sound of the corridor doors opening caught Tim’s attention, his eyes diverting to the doctor who rushed through the doors and was walking towards him. Tim instantly recognized him as he stood up, “How is she?” 

“She’s stable,” Tim let out a breath of relief, “she did sustain significant injuries and the road to recovery will be a long one, but what’s important is that she is stable for now. We want to keep her in the ICU until she’s off the ventilator.” 

“But she’s okay,” Angela reassured. 

“She’s stable,” the doctor repeated. “I would count that as a win.” 

Tim nodded, “Can I see her?” 

“Of course, I’ll take you up there myself.” 

Tim glanced at Angela, “Go! I’ll let Lucy know.” 

Tim nodded, grabbing his bag of spare clothes before following the doctor to the elevator. 

“I do want to warn you, that what Y/N endured is traumatic. She had multiple fractures, extensive bruising, and some severe lacerations,” Tim was aware, but when he saw her, all he noticed was his little girl. He saw the blood, but only kept his eyes on her face, taking it in as much as he could. 

“She will be swollen and it may look scary along with all the bandages and lacerations,” the doctor continued. 

Tim swallowed hard, “I just want to see her,” he whispered as he tried hard to maintain his composure. 

“And you will, I just want you to keep in mind that it may look bad, but trust me, it will heal and she will recover,” the doctor turns to face Tim, “your daughter is lucky to be alive considering the damage.” 

The doctor stepped out of the elevator once it had stopped, and Tim followed him to one of the rooms in the ICU. “Let us know if you need anything,” the doctor said before leaving to give Tim some space. 

Tim paused outside the door for a second, taking in a deep breath he walked into the room. The sight in front of him was worse than he had imagined, taking in a shaky breath, Tim hurried to the y/n’s side. He took in all the bandages and wires that were connected to her body, the tube that was coming out of her mouth that was to help her breath. 

He gently took her hand in his, “I’m here,” he whispered as he placed a gentle kiss on her hand, “dad’s here,” he whispered again. 

Days went by and Tim remained by y/n’s side. His anxiety was getting the best of him every day that passed, especially since there was no change. Things weren’t getting worse, but they weren’t getting better either. Every day the doctors and nurses came in to check on y/n Tim was hopeful that there would be some change or something new for them to say, but it all remained the same. 

But today felt different. While Tim was holding y/n’s hand, he felt a small movement. He could have swore that she tightened her grip, he took that hope and ran with it. Getting any nurse that was available to show them what he saw. The doctor was quick to run some tests.

One of those tests in particular came back with new results, “It’s a risk,” the doctor commented. 

“But there’s a possibility?” Tim asked. The doctor nodded, “Then let’s do it.” 

Tim sat by as the doctors removed the ventilator, it was a risk. There was a percentage that Y/N could breathe on her own without it and that’s why she’s beginning to show movement, but then there could be a possibility in which she can’t yet breathe with out it. It was all risky, but Tim was willing to take the risk if it meant him knowing where she is on the road of recovery. 

They waited for a few minutes, watching the machines carefully as the ventilator was now completely out.

“Is this good?” Tim asked. 

“So far,” One of the doctors commented. “It looks like she is breathing on her on, we’ll continue to keep an eye on her.” 

Slowly the few nurses and doctors that were in the room began to file out, leaving Tim alone with Y/n. He watched throughout the day as y/n breathed on her own. He took it all as a good sign. 

Soon Tim felt his eyes growing heavy as he let the darkness consume him allowing sleep to enter his body. It was hours later when Tim heard was awakened by a soft groan. 

At first, Tim didn’t quiet understand where it was coming from, his sleep overtaking him again and ignoring the groans. When he kept hearing them, his body quickly reacted, sitting up in his seat, his heart pounding as he looked over at y/n. Her eyes squinting from the brightness of the room, she groaned again. 

“Hey, hey,” Tim rushed to her side.

“It hurts,” she groaned. 

“I know, I know,” Tim softly said as he pressed the button near the bed, alerting the nurses. 

It wasn’t long until a few of the nurses came rushing into the room, examining Y/N and giving her more pain medication. One of the doctors was alerted, he quickly came and ordered some tests before leaving. 

“How are you feeling?” Tim asked as soon as they were alone. 

“Like shit,” Y/N responded.

Tim chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, “you were out for a week,” he commented. 

“I barely remember anything,” She confessed. 

Tim sighed, “It was bad,” he began. 

“I just remember… I remember hearing screams.” 

Tim nodded, “Joey and Lisa made it out with a couple of broken bones. The people in the other car only had a couple of scratches.” He let out a deep sigh, “the driver that caused everything died upon impact.” 

“And Jenna?” 

Tim didn’t know how to muster up the words to tell y/n. He wish he could say that within the past week he figured the words but he didn’t. 

Y/N didn’t like the silence she was receiving, “Tim, what about Jenna?” she asked again.

“They did everything they could,” Tim began to say, tears welling up in her eyes. 

Y/N shook her head, “No.” 

“Y/N, honey, I know-” 

“It should’ve been me,” She cried out. 

“Don’t say that,” Tim raised his voice. 

“Her parents,” She cried, “It should’ve been me.” 

Tim let in a deep breath, “I almost lost you too, Y/n,” letting out a shaky breath, “I had to watch the paramedics bring you back to life. There was no saving Jenna when they arrived, but they were able to save you.” 

Tears welled up in y/n’s eyes as she watched Tim break down in front of her, “I know that’s not what you want to hear and I am sorry about Jenna, she meant everything to our little family, but seeing you lifeless on the floor… It broke me. I don’t think I could ever recover from that.” 

Y/n never imagined to hear those words come from Tim, she knew he cared for her, but she didn’t imagine that he truly cared enough that if she were gone he would miss her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. 

Tim mustered up a smile, “No, I’m sorry, this was a experience I wished you never had to experience, but I am here for you. We’re going to get through this together, okay?” 

She gave him a small nod, Tim sniffles, “I wanted to wait until the paperwork came in, but I think you need to hear this now.” 

Y/n gave Tim a confused expression. 

Tim sighed before he continued, “I want to adopt you.” 

“What? Are you serious?” She asked with a surprised expression. 

“As serious as I ever could be, you have been my daughter since the day I took you in, there is no changing that, So what do you think? Want to officially become a Bradford?” 

Tears began to well up in y/n’s eyes, “You want to adopt me?” She asked. 

Tim chuckled, “Of course, I do.”

“Then I guess I should start calling you dad now, huh?” 

Tim smiled, placing a small kiss on y/n’s forehead, “that’s up to you, hon.” Tim knew that the road from here on out wasn’t going to be easy. It was long and bumpy, but he knew that he could take the challenge one day at a time, especially since the risk of loosing you wasn’t as high as it was before. That’s all that mattered to Tim. 

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Like to point out my fics are pre-canon/alt-canon where Moon is not totally fucky and is more like they are depicted on the posters. Also I work on the idea that Bonnie was done in by Vanny/Afton and Monty was just conveniently framed. Still insensitive about him going missing tho 🤙🏾

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STRICTLY BUSINESS !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. a lot of misogyny, sexual harassment, p in v, leon is a creep omg, dubious consent but she agrees ultimately 😭

note. HAII can’t bother to change my dividers despite the theme change .. not edited so please ignore mistakes! og re4 leon btw .. no other leon.. :3 honestly I will probably write a longer fic like this bc.. I didn’t make it fleshed out enough 😭 rbs and feedback so appreciated :3

tumblr has started to remove fics that for example use tw non-con and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

Tuesday October 21st, 2004

“You’re kidding me, what a treat,” Leon Special Agent Kennedy still gets frisked when he steps foot into the BSAA headquarters. He’s done more for America than Washington ever did, and that guy’s on the dollar bill. You’d think that after rumours spread of you being bent over in the Oval Office, being the main suspect in a presidential affair, they’d give you more credit. “This is my favourite part.” He says, straight-faced.

“Kennedy,” Redfield’s smile is seething, more constipated than it is friendly, like the mere sight of Leon brings him immense pain. “Hands against the wall.”

“You want me to bend over too?” He asks, very seriously, because Leon is a good boy and he’ll do as he’s told. “I can bend over.”

“Think you’ve done enough of that.” Chris sees Leon as an invasive species of sorts. A snail that gets into the cabbage patch.

“You’re no fun.”

Chris calls out a name he hasn’t heard before, small hands land on his waist. It can’t be Redfield ‘cause his palms easily dwarf Leon’s waist, could wrap around it if they stretched far enough. He glances over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of whoever has the honour of feeling him up.

“Eyes forward,” A less bullish voice commands, “Um, please, sir.” This is a girl, not a woman, but a girl. Women are his favourite, but he can make do with a girl if she’s cute enough.

“Must be my lucky day,” Leon hums in delight as you pat him down, “Oooh, are we doing a cavity search?”

“Well…” You pause, hands lingering over his calf, “I’m not really sure.”

“No.” Redfield grunts in his primitive way.

“No, no cavity search,” You confirm, “I’m… sorry.” You tell him, and you really should be, Leon loves having his cavity searched. Oral, anal, if he had a vaginal cavity he’s sure he would have fun with that too.

“You can go lower, sweetheart,” Leon bites his tongue when you ghost over his belt loops, “Grab my balls while you’re at it, I don’t mind.”

“Knock it off, Kennedy.” His first real warning, ‘cause Chris speaks in his Captain voice not in ape sounds.

“I’m kidding, you can take it easy, big guy.” His mind wanders as you touch him up, getting to his chest in which you find a flask tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket, it’s confiscated promptly.

“Are you stupid?” Hunnigan asks, as his handler or glorified babysitter, she must accompany him to every teensy, little task. Her question is rhetorical, obviously.

“She’s just so sweet to me, I call her Honeygan.” Leon tells no one in particular.

“No you do not, Leon.” She says, cerebral and unfrisked, which begs the question of why only he gets borderline harassed on BSAA grounds. Not that he’s complaining.

“Hi there, cutie,” He doesn’t smile often for ladies, they like the whole brooding thing he’s got going on, but he really can’t hold it back. All teeth and everything. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here? Did you get lost, need help finding your mommy?”

“Kennedy,” Second warning, it goes unheard, or unprocessed, or rather Leon does not give a single shit.

“How old are you, sweetheart?” He puts his hands on his knees, like he’s crouched down talking to a toddler. “You look like a baby.”

“Twenty-one, sir.” Of course you are, lamb-faced and bright-eyed. That’s far too little. Then again, old enough to drink, old enough to suck dick. If a girl can knock back a shot, she’s likely to swallow - not spit.

“Oh, and do your Skechers light up, sweetheart?” You should be at home, burping a Baby Alive doll, pottering around an all-pink, plastic kitchenette. Doing things that girls do.

“What…?” You glance over at Chris cluelessly.

With this, he’s guided very forcefully by the scruff of his neck, his popped collar, to where the meeting is taking place. Chambers is there, and she’s grown within the last few years. She stretches back in her seat, her tiny tits jut out when her back bows. She hasn’t grown in that sense. You stand guard at the door in tactical gear, it’s like putting a spiked collar on a puppy and passing it off as a guard dog. He’d once thought of the BSAA to be pragmatic, they talk rationally while STRATCOM talk a lot of fancy shit in their Italian wool suits, but to put a young girl in charge of such a strenuous task? Leon takes it all back. They’re a bunch of brutes, hunched over sucking the meat from animal bones, girl bones even.

“Focus.” Valentine, bold and busty, sits beside him “She’s twenty-one.” Back off, is what she means. They’ve had brief encounters, but she’s a woman of few words, her sneer keeps him away as it does most men. She could use some dick.

Leon is well aware of your age considering you told him an hour or so prior. Like he said before, he likes women, not girls, but you’re certainly cute enough. “I know, too young.”

“She’s capable,” Jill shrugs, “Real brave kid,” This is the problem, it’s not bravery, it’s stupidity and Leon of all people knows the difference. Jill stands up when the meeting comes to its end, she’s the first to leave, pats your head on the way out.

The room clears out, you stand still and upright as he approaches. “After you, sir.”

“That’s not how it works,” Leon chides, “Ladies first, sweetheart.”

“After you, sir, I insist,” You’re getting impatient, antsy, “And please don’t call me that.”

“What would you prefer? Babe, baby, honey, babycakes, sweetpea,” All the classics, “Sugartits?”

“With all due respect, sir, fuck you.” You look at him with such discontent it makes him hard.

“Girls shouldn’t talk like that.” Leon stumbles slightly as you barge past him and exit. He finds it funny, he cracks another smile, shame no one’s here to see it, it’s quite beautiful really. His eyes follow the movement of your hips, the swell of your ass that’s hidden beneath those bulky cargos as you stomp off into the distance.

Monday November 1st, 2004

It sits on your desk like a harbinger of doom. A threat that signifies the end of the world, which is everyday in your field. This is the end of your life. No one else’s. This ostentatious display of affection is where it all starts.

“Nice flowers,” Piers comments, and it’s a totally innocent remark, because initially you had thought the exact same thing. How thoughtful, right? Flowers, tons of them, in all shades. You’re not a flowers kinda girl, but you’re not rude, you appreciate the gesture. That’s just how you’ve been raised, the vase mom bought you hasn’t been put to good use either.

You made the mistake of reading the card attached. In barely legible handwriting, all the swoops and loops throw you off, is that an E or a 3, it’s scrawled in leaky black ink that smears easily, crumpled it up the moment you saw who signed it off.

From his cokewhore nose to his insoles, you have no intentions of liaising with Agent Kennedy, much less going on a date with him. He might be charming from afar, but the moment he opens his mouth— oh, how you wish you could sever his tongue and put it in a jar. Might even go the extra mile to pickle it and feed it to him.

The note gets tossed in the trash, you attempt to dispose of the flowers the same way, stuffing them down into the bin beneath your desk. An incinerator would be preferred, but this will do for now. You’re shaking as you rid of them, rolling back your shoulders to relax, you can’t get him off of you. The scent of his biting cologne is in the back of your throat. It stings. He hasn’t done anything as of now, there’s just something about Leon that makes you uneasy.

Thursday November 4th, 2004

Stupid girl. You’re a stupid girl for thinking it was ever over, men like him persist until they wear you down, grind your bones into dust. Today it’s a box of decadent chocolates, you have to admit, they look good. Wasting food makes your gut ache with guilt so you place them on a table in the staff room.

“That’s not very nice, Godiva’s expensive.” Tight-lipped and repulsive, Agent Kennedy stands in the doorway. Why he’s here? You have no clue.

“Sir,” You fix your posture reflexively, “I appreciate it, I’m just not… a fan.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, sweetheart.” Leon cocks his head to the side, the lack of mirth in his tone is chilling. “I waited for you on Monday.”

“I never accepted, sir.” You tell him, “I’m flattered, but I didn’t have time.” And you never will have time for a man like him.

“You didn’t show, I looked like an idiot, that sweater makes you look kinda big by the way,” He says breezily, slips it in seamlessly with his complaint.

You don’t register it, blinking at him dumbly. “I hardly think this is appropriate.”

“Sweetheart,” Leon cups your cheeks, his fingertips are icy on your burning skin, “I don’t go on a lot of dates, so you should count yourself lucky.”

“Sir, what're you doing here?” You question, trying so badly to bypass the system failure that’s taking place in your frazzled brain.

“I have some business, but that’s none of your business is it, cutie?” He taps your nose, “I think you’re too little to get it anyway. Y’know, you take orders well, I thought you’d be a good girl.”

“I’m not a dog,” You scowl.

“Smile, sweetheart, shouldn’t pull faces like that.” Leon pats your cheek, then he turns on his heels and leaves as quickly as he came.

Friday November 5th, 2004

Agent Kennedy is on the premises again, this leads to you ducking into doorways, turning sharp corners into endless corridors— Anything to escape his gaze unscathed. Unfortunately, running has never been your strong suit, it requires some agility, you’re a no-nonsense kind of girl, face the issue head on with your bare hands. You’re capable. So capable. You’re strong, and you have a gun. When your fists fail you, your gun sits cold on your hip. Not that shooting Leon S. Kennedy would ever be a good look in someone’s dossier, but it provides you with some relief.

“There you are,” Quiet, he emerges from the shadows like he materialised right then and there, Agent Kennedy is stealthy, you suppose, “I missed you,” He’s hot on your heels, the bitterness of his scent begins to cloud your mind, “You look good from back here, should wear a skirt more often.”

Don’t speak. Don’t speak. Don’t speak. As much as you’d love to give him a piece of your mind, you fear he’d take it in stride, entertained by your outburst. Leon feeds on attention. He follows you for the entirety of your journey to the ladies room. “Sweetheart, speak to me.”

You’re a fool for thinking he has the decency to wait outside, let you do your business, and then once you return he can begin sweet-talking in your ear once more. Of course, Leon shoulders the door when it shuts on him, he jams his leg in the cubicle door when you try to lock him out. Too slow.

“Did you want to watch me piss, sir?” You ask, putting on your bravest face, as if your heart isn’t about to fall out of your ass and land on the floor with a wet smack. He scares you more than any virus-addled nutcase ever has.

“No,” Leon frowns, and it’s the first time he hasn’t had a witty remark, “Do you think I want to see that shit?” Oh, that offended him.

“I’m sorry for assuming, sir, but it’s just that you are,” You make a mild gesture at the toilet, “In the women’s restroom.”

“I know,” He’s still frowning, and you don’t like it. “I need something from you, babe.” Babe. Holy Mother of God, that’s worse than sweetheart, it sounds infinitely more sleazy.

“What can I do for you, sir? You got a kink?” Once more, you point to the toilet, the scumbag bites the inside of his cheek. His tongue wets his bottom lip as he hunkers down to press his pointy nose to yours. You hear him sniff around in the crook of your neck, like he’s chasing white lines without a straw.

You’re brave. You’re capable, so capable, Miss Valentine has told you the same. What would she do? What would she do? Quick-thinking, improvising, it’s not your thing— Your fingers itch to take out your gun and press it to his temple. Your own temple at this point.

Leon isn’t stupid, he takes your hand, brushing your knuckles with his lips, then he forces you to face the wall. “Hands on the wall, babe, it’s my turn.”

“Sir,” The argument dies as quickly as it comes to mind, fizzling out on your tongue.

“I won’t hurt you, babe, I know you’re little.” He almost coos, fingers tracing over your shoulder blades, then your spine, then his thumbs slot into your back dimples. “I don’t know what you’re doing here, it doesn’t look right, holding guns and shit— You’re too pretty for that, I bet it hurts your arms, don’t it? Oh, you poor thing. I really care about these things, I’m a feminist, sweetheart.”

No. No, you’re strong, you’re well trained— You’re the best Captain Redfield has to offer. “Mr. Kennedy, please, I’m sorry about the date.” There’s a warmth that presses to your back, “It was an honest mistake—“ His dick, he’s got his fucking pig dick on your back. “Get off of me.” Yes, you’re trained in combat, but against him, admittedly you have nothing on him. And it pisses you off more than his dick does.

“Cool it, babe,” Leon takes your wrists in his hand, keeping them behind your back, you hear him spit on his cock from above. The shlick, shlick, shlick of his wet dick being pumped has the acid in your stomach reacting badly with your lunch. “You’re hot, you ever think of going into porn?” Agent Kennedy is whiny during sex it seems, his voice gets airy, you take some amusement in that. As much amusement as you can in this type of scenario.

“I think you’re disgusting, sir,” Wetness splatters over the back of your sleeveless turtleneck, it soaks into the fabric. Leon kisses the nape of your neck, he tucks his cock away, wipes the sweat from his brow and leaves like he was never there in the first place.

The panic sets in a good five minutes later. He’s made you dirty, in a frenzy, you tear off your shirt in the public restroom, dunking it under the sink to wash it clean. A few ladies filter in and out, ask if you’re okay when they see you in your bra, scrubbing like a mad woman.

You smile your best smile, it’s your worst smile. The hand dryer does little to help you out, even when you wring and ring the fabric into the sink basin, all excess water and cum running down the drain, it’s weak. It’s hard to care in this state, hands trembling as you put it back on, the wetness only reminds you of him, it’s black so unless someone has the pleasure of bumping up against you - it’s likely no one will notice.

Visiting HR is new to you, the elevator dings and you step out onto a floor that’s entirely alien. With a foggy mind it’s harder to navigate the rooms, the people, the desks. A pretty lady leads you to the right place, an even prettier lady sits behind a desk. Her face is weathered, slightly mean, but she’s kind when she smiles.

“I’d like to report… I’d like to report,” Your hands are braced flat on the desk, slumped forward, “To report… I want to…”

Her smile is kinder this time, laced with sympathy, “Take your time, sweetheart,” No, don’t call me that, she takes note of how you bristle, “Take a seat and calm down, alright?”

“No,” You shake your head, insistent on getting it out here and now, “Special Agent Kennedy, Leon Kennedy, Leon Scott Kennedy, I want to report him for… I want to report him for— “

“Sweetie,” The lady, sympathetic once more, takes your hand, “I’m afraid I can’t do anything about that.”

“What? Why? You don’t understand, he—“

“Agent Kennedy, he doesn’t work here, he’s not in our database, and taking it up with STRATCOM, well, that’s a whole ‘nother issue.”

“Right,” How stupid can you be? Stupid fucking asshole. It isn’t even a loophole, it’s just totally legal, you can’t do anything. “Right, of course, I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

“Babe, there you are,” Leon revels in your jumpiness, it’s cute. Girls are cuter when they’re shy, when they need a big, strong man to keep ‘em safe. Stoicism doesn’t suit you, anxiety does, it makes your eyes glimmer in the same way Botticelli angels do, your lashes have no end to them. “I missed you.”

“Aren’t you busy saving the world and all, sir?” Still feisty, if it were up to Leon, he’d fuck you silly. Get it all out of you.

“You’re funny,” He says dryly, lips forming a line, “How about that date?”

Rather than exasperation like he had expected, there’s astoundment. “Are you… Are you serious?”

“Duh,” Leon nods, “I thought about it, cutie, I’m happy to give you a second chance.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking— Do you seriously think I would ever say yes to you?” Your brows furrow, they need a clean up, nothing some tweezers can’t fix, he’d have to sort out those forehead wrinkles too, you’re much too young for that.

“Nobody says no to me,” Leon responds with ease, “I don’t know why you wouldn’t, sweetheart, I really thought we had something.” His lips twitch, it’s painfully easy to rile you up. The temper is funny short-term, but long-term not quite as much.

“We,” You point at him, then at yourself, “We have nothing, sir, and if you touch me again, I swear on my life I’ll—“

“What will you do, sweetheart? Cry to your mommy about it?” He edges closer to you, till your sides are warm in his hands, “Little girls shouldn’t talk big, you don’t get to call the shots.”

“I’m not, I’m not a little girl, but you’re a fucking creep, and I will tell Captain Redfield, I will tell him.” And he’ll deal with you, Leon guesses. Stupid little girl, as if Mr. President would let a prick from the BSAA land a hit on his most prized possession, other than First Daughter Ashley Graham.

“See, baby? You can’t handle anything on your own, you’re too little.” He smiles, if your balled up fists say anything, it’s obnoxiously smug, “Oh, are you getting angry at me, baby? That’s no good, why don’t you smile for me?” Leon uses his thumbs to forcefully stretch your cheeks upwards, “C’mon, babe, smile for me.”

“Get off of me,” You twist out of his grip, pumps click-clacking as you desperately try to escape him, but it’s clear you’re new to them, getting the heel caught in each crack— Leon could do better.

“They make your legs look great,” He whistles, never less than a step behind, “Think you should wear ‘em everyday, field work ain’t all that, y’know? I could get you a job over in my building, filing and shit, could wear a skirt everyday.”

“Sir, do you ever shut up?” Comes your shaky yet clipped reply.

“I got plenty more where that came from, babe,” Leon says shamelessly, “Let me take you home, sweetheart, I’ll show you a good time.”

You shiver at the mere thought, shoulders lifting to your ears as you shake yourself off. Leon grabs you from behind once more, this time he’s got a handful of your tits. Without that bulletproof vest, you’ve got a great figure, shit made you square. This pencil skirt and turtleneck combo is flattering, and Leon has to admit, he’s always had a thing for office wear.

To your credit, you put up a good fight, a few more years of training and you would knock Leon flat onto his ass. That’s why he’s gotta save you while he can, girls shouldn’t get to that point. Especially not ones like you. “I’ll leave you alone, sweetheart, if you just give it to me once.” His lies are convincing, he takes your silence as consideration to his offer.

“Once,” You repeat, “Just once?”

“Just once.”

“I’ll bite it off.” You claim.

“Sure you will, babe.” Leon snickers, and because he’s Special Agent Kennedy, he gets his way. Through determination, blood, sweat, tears and a load of cum.

“Keep those on,” He tells you, nodding his head towards your heels as the two of you enter his apartment. “Take that off, and the skirt too.” Leon instructs, and you do as he says, “Good girl.”

He gives you a once over. Not bad. There’s always tweaks that could be made, while all women are beautiful to him, it comes natural to most, they could still be better. Perkier tits, shapely legs, nicer ass— Y’know, you could work on it.

“C’mere, cutie,” Leon pats his lap, begrudgingly you oblige, the mattress sinks with your combined weight. He snaps your bra strap, it pings back on your supple skin, then he reaches back to unhook it. Yeah, Leon can do it one go, you might not look impressed, but he knows you are deep down. “Look at that.” These tits, they have no room on the battlefield, seriously. He squeezes them, the fat spills past his fingers, the BSAA can’t be risking such valuable assets.

He can’t pinpoint your exact feelings, there’s irritation on your face, but when he lays you down, spreads you open, there’s a wet patch on your panties that’s telling of your true nature as a girl. It’s just primal instinct, right? Getting wet when there’s a handsome man groping you. “Aw, I told you we’d have fun, baby.” Leon takes your limp legs, tossing them over his shoulders, he slips your panties off, disappointment floods his system when he sees you’re not shaven bare. He’ll have to skip giving head then. Which is a shame, ‘cause most times it’s fun to see girls squirm on his tongue.

The pad of his thumb meets your clit, he dips downwards past your folds to gather some slick, smears it back over your bud. Part of him wants a taste, his fingers aren’t enough, Leon wants it straight from the source itself. Though it’s totally against his code of conduct, his tongue laves over your spread pussy once. He doesn’t let himself get carried away.

Instead, Leon opens you up around his fingers, scissors them into your tight hole to stretch you out. He keeps his thumb rubbing over your clit, he’s good at multitasking, and it’s the only thing that gets you whimpering, though most of it is muffled into your fist. He deems you wet enough, or he’s just very impatient, and it’s definitely the latter, Leon can admit it.

“You ready, babe?” Leon asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer as he slides into you, to the hilt, and raw. You let out a shuddering gasp as his cock knocks the fleshy opening of your cervix.

Then, you have the gall to ask, “Is it in yet, sir?” Despite the fact that you’re still trembling, shaken up by the sheer size of him. Leon can be humble, he knows it’s not that big, but for inexperienced little things like you it must be a real challenge. You take to it well, after the first few thrusts, the discomfort seems to fade, and your back arches against your will. A real cockslut born and bred.

He fills you up, fucks you like he wants to tear a hole through you, “You need to shut your mouth sometimes, sweetheart. I don’t know who raised you, but girls shouldn’t talk back like that.” Leon grips your jaw tight, forces it open so he can spit down your throat, much to his dismay you send the ball of spit hurtling back towards his face. He closes his eyes, hips stilling within you, then he brings his palm down on your cheek. It’s encouragement to behave.

You’re stunned, yelping sharply as he hits you once more, grinding deep into your wet cunt, the squelch gives you away. The way you’re sucking him in, like you’re a glutton for dick, how your hip bones smack into his each time you raise ‘em up— it's so clear you’re enjoying it. You like this, you like him, just needed a man to show you, to put you in your place.

Leon’s kind enough to keep pressing down on your bud, when he pulls out, your pussy clenched tight around the fat head of his cock, it begs him so sweetly to fill you up once more. He bottoms out, you jolt, legs slipping from his shoulders and wrapping around his waist. It’s then he’s reminded of your heels, they dig into his back, and your little hands come to rest on his ass to force him deeper and deeper, which Leon isn’t all that fond of, but you’re an unruly girl.

“Look how bad you want it.” Leon licks into your mouth, sucks on your tongue, “I knew it, baby, I knew you wanted it.” He drives his hips into you with such force, pussy gushing around him, your release trickles out of you with each thrust. “Messy girl.” He taunts, abdomen wet and his cock wetter.

You’re hit with aftershocks as he continues to pump into your sensitive pussy, clit twitching, he has enough sense to pull out. Leon isn’t an idiot. His cock rests heavy on your stomach, he urges you to take it in your hand, and you do. His hand wraps around yours, helps you jerk him off like you should’ve been glad to do in the restrooms earlier. “That’s it, you’re getting good at it, baby, you’re learning.” Leon’s load is sticky, shooting ropes of pearly white over your fingers, dripping down your wrist.

“Sir, this is it now, isn’t it?” You get down to business fast, acting like your pussy wasn’t springing a leak on his cock, “You’ll leave me alone now? If you don’t, I really will tell him, I will do something about it I swear on my fucking life.”

He says yes, but Leon is already thinking of what to send you next week. On Monday it might be a teddy bear, the ones that hold stuffed hearts in their stuffed arms. Tuesday, another bouquet, or a dress, a tight one that brings out your eyes. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, he has plenty of time to chase you again.

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Hello 🤗 I am back to cause chaos lol I have had this thought for days. What about the reaction of Andy and or Ari if there girl goes and gets waxed down there and they usually go to a woman but this time it was a man ?

Summary: Ari doesn't approve of your latest trip to the spa.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Jealous/Possessive Ari Levinson, Arguments, Smut, Discussions of Personal Grooming Habits, Manhandling, Oral Sex (fem rec), Ass Slapping, Cursing, Minors DNI.

A/N: Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You and Ari are in the middle of a conversation one evening, with both of you taking turns catching the other up on the events of your day. 

“Anyway, I can’t wait to try their new, revamped line of body butters they’ve got coming out next month.” You pause for a moment to shut the dishwasher before dutifully pressing start. “I remember the first time I used their hibiscus and papaya scrub – wait. Or was it the oil?”

You cast a glance over your shoulder at your handsome Bounty Hunter who’s been busy holding up a wall in your kitchen ever since he walked in the door less than fifteen minutes ago. You’re not the least bit surprised when you see him shrug, the poor man looking so lost it was almost comical.    

“Eh, I can’t quite remember.” Your fingers come up to tap your chin. “But whatever it was, it seriously had me smelling so good practically all flippin’ day.” 

Satisfied, you return your attention back to tidying up your kitchen. Since Ari had texted saying he’d already eaten and you hadn’t wanted to leave the clean-up to the last minute, you’d decided to tackle it before you got too tired and didn’t feel like doing it anymore.

“Now, Beast, if you find yourself hungry in the middle of the night you just go on and help yourself. And don’t forget about the biscuits.” You tell him as you move to wash your hands. “They are literally the backbone of the entire dish.”

A beat goes by before your rugged companion responds. And when he finally does, it’s with something you least expect.  

“So, I take it there weren’t any, uh, other lady waxers workin’ at that fancy spa place of yours today?” Ari coughs, appearing more than a little uncomfortable with the subject matter at hand. 

“Huh?” Confused, you lean back against the countertops before bracing yourself on your elbows. “That’s all you managed to get out of the last ten minutes?”

His sheepish response of “well, yeah” has you shaking your head in exasperation. 

“Of course there were. The staff at Ostara is almost all exclusively female.”   

“Oh. It’s just that…” He gazes up at the ceiling, almost like he’s waiting for the right words to come tumbling down out of the sky. “When I asked how your day was a little bit ago, you mentioned that someone named Michèle handled your waxing appointment. I just assumed it was a woman...” 

“Nope.” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest. “Michèle is most definitely a guy.”  

“Okay.” Ari blows out an uncertain breath the same time as one of his big hands comes to rub at the back of his neck. “Not too sure how I feel about that.”

“About what?”

He gives a lame shrug before jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “‘I guess I’m just not too keen on the idea of another man seeing you…like that. In fact I know I’m not.”

His words have your mouth falling open. “Beast!” You exclaim, slapping an incredulous hand to your forehead. “I promise that we kept everything strictly professional.”

“Never said it wasn’t.” He mumbles, even as he continues glowering at you from across the room.   

“Welp, now that we cleared that up I think I’m ready for bed.” You push away from the counter, intending to put an end to the discussion by heading upstairs. Although a part of you should’ve known that it couldn’t possibly be that easy. “If you decide you wanna join me, you might wanna try getting over yourself first.” 

“Now hold on.” He goes to reach for you as you pass by, but because you see it coming, you manage to dance out of the way. “Bird, wait!”

You simply didn’t have the energy to argue with him about something as trivial as this tonight. He could get over it, or he could go home.

“Slow down a second, woman!”

To your credit, you manage to make it all the way to the top of the stairs and into your bedroom without looking back once. Not that you needed to anyway since you could feel that your Bounty Hunter was hot on your heels. 

“Hey!” Ari growls, snagging a fistful of your oversized sleepshirt and hauling you flush against his hard chest. “You know I hate it when you walk away in the middle of a conversation. Drives me fuckin’ nuts every single time.”

Now that you knew to be true. It was part of the reason you always kept that move in your back pocket. Because it always bought you time while pissing him off. 

“You were being ridiculous.” You tell him, reaching behind you to twine your arms around his neck. “But if you’re finished, I suppose I could be convinced to let you take me to bed.” 

All is quiet for a moment as your eyes flutter closed, your body content to relax as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat. A hint of a smile tugs at your mouth when you feel two large, warm hands settle on your hips, followed by a whisper of lips tracing along the shell of your ear. 

“How ‘bout you finish telling me about why you let another man see what’s mine?” While Ari manages to keep his tone low and even, there’s no mistaking the fact that he’s pissed.

And just like that, the spell is broken. Immediately, you pull away – surprised when he lets you go. 

“Seriously?” You snap, almost tripping over your own two feet. “I already told you, the girl who usually does it called in sick. What else did you expect me to do, Ari? Skip it?”

“Well, maybe.” Ari grunts, his sensual lips curving into a frown. “Not sure why you even felt the need to subject yourself to that shit in the first place. I had no idea when I left you this morning that you were planning to abuse my pussy like that.” You watch as he runs an agitated hand through his chestnut locks. 

“Just so we’re clear, this is my body we’re talking about, okay? Which means I'm in control of what happens to it.” You perch on the edge of the bed, your entire body bristling with annoyance. It was a shame that your man refused to let this one ride.

“Bullshit.” He hisses before grabbing the bottom of his faded gray t-shirt and dragging it over his head. “I’m not talking about your body, I’m talking about my pussy. The same greedy cunt I find myself feedin’ damn near everyday.”

“Oh, don’t be crass.” Your tone is rife with indignation, even as you feel your cheeks heat. 

“Who the hell’s bein’ crass, Duchess? All I’m doing is telling the truth.” Next he goes to work on his jeans, unfastening the button and zipper before dragging them down his legs and kicking them into a random corner of the room, leaving him clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs. “I tell you all the time about how fucking greedy she is, don’t I?”

Okay, fine. But that didn’t mean he had to be so loud about it. So what if you hadn’t been the type to enjoy sex all that much before Ari came along? Now you couldn’t get enough. Where was the crime, officer?  

“I’m not that greedy.” You pout, doing your best to ignore the wetness coating your thighs.

“Baby.” Ari murmurs, bridging the distance so that he can bend down to take your lips in a brief kiss. “How many times have you been done – I’m talking absolutely spent – and she hasn’t wanted to let me go?” He briefly distracts himself by twisting one of your curls around his finger. “So I’ve gotta take you again. Fuck you even longer and harder so she’ll finally let us both get some rest.” 

“I–I’m not even sure I know what you’re talking about.” Except you absolutely did know what he was talking about. And it was absolutely true. Well, most of it anyway. 

“Is that so?” Ari murmurs as his voice dips, his tone pitched to arouse. “Then perhaps you need me to help jog your memory.” His leans in trail a line of soft, sensual kisses along the curve of your throat. 

“Maybe.” You rasp, tilting your chin up so as to grant him easier access. 

“I’ll do whatever you want so long as today is the last day I ever have to hear about you letting another man see what’s mine.”

“That is IT!” You snap, shooting off the bed so fast you barely miss smacking heads. “Fuck you, Ari Levinson! If you’re so hellbent on making something out of nothing then you can just see yourself out already.”

“I can’t help it if what I’m feeling actually feels like something instead of nothing.” You can’t help but notice the way his heated gaze tracks your every movement. 

“For the last time, I went to a salon and spa to see a licensed esthetician for a professional waxing appointment like I have done for ages. Today it just so happened to be with a guy.” This time when he tries to touch you’re quick to slap his hand away. “Nothing happened other than me enduring having hot wax poured onto, and then subsequently ripped off of, my nether regions. That is it.” You huff, poking him in the chest with your finger. 

“And I’m trying to tell you that you didn’t need to put yourself through all that.” You jump when he nips at the offending finger, gently catching it between his teeth. “Not for me. I don’t mind a little hair. Doesn’t bother me any.”

Well, you would be sure to file that one away for future reference.

“But I didn’t do it for you, you goof!” You yank your hand away, attempting to put some distance between yourself and the annoying, half-naked Bounty Hunter standing in front of you. “I did it for me. It’s part of my…my self-care, or whatever.” Your pulse speeds up when you watch him reach inside his boxers to adjust his rapidly hardening cock. “Okay? But I won’t use Michèle again if it bothers you that much.”

“Appreciate that.” Ari nods once, his perfect teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he slowly backs you into a corner. “But I wanna put it on record that I’m the type of man who’s gonna enjoy his meal however you’re fixin’ to serve it, sweet Bird.”

Holy shit. Why the fuck did that make your pussy gush the way it just did?

“M–meaning?” You gasp when you collide with a nearby wall. Grinning, Ari slips a wandering hand between your bodies, pleased when he finds you naked and wet for him. He cups your bare pussy, reveling in the way your sticky honey eagerly coats his palm.  

“I just don’t want you thinkin’ about depriving me because you’re in between appointments, or 'cuz your regular gal has to reschedule.” You let out a whimper when Ari grinds the heel of his palm against your swollen clit. “I’m afraid that’s not going to work for me. Or, I suspect, for her.” 

“You’re so bossy.” You whine, rising on your toes as he continues to tease you. “You really gotta work on that.”

“You think so, beautiful Bird?” He gazes down at you through lidded eyes, his easy grin bordering on indulgent. And then he applies more pressure, not missing the way your toes curl into the plush carpet as pleasure begins to overwhelm you.        

“Uh huh.” Your hands go to grip his forearm, perhaps hoping to better increase the friction. 

“Then I reckon I just might owe you an apology.” And truth be told, he recognized that he probably did. It was entirely possible that he let the whole Michèle thing bother him more than it ought to. Perhaps he’d sleep on it and see how he felt about it all tomorrow. Or not.

But for now, there was something else he could do to help mend things – provided he was willing to get a little filthy. 

Ari surprises you by removing his hand. But just when you’re about to pitch a fit, he drops to his knees in front of you. “Let me make it up to you, sweetheart.” He begins as his fingers trail their way along the soft skin of your calf. “Let me apologize for giving into some of my baser instincts, like the neanderthal you’ll probably wanna claim that I am.”

“Beast–” You open your mouth to respond, only to let out a surprised squeal when he picks up your leg and drapes it over one of his broad shoulders. “Jesus!”

“Hush.” He then leans in to bestow a hot, open mouthed kiss to your exposed pussy. He groans against your most intimate flesh, savoring the sweet, earthy taste of you. “Need to make sure she’s okay before I start apologizing too much.” Is all he says before he goes back to burying his face between your thighs, nuzzling at your glistening folds with the tip of his nose. 

“Are you sensitive anywhere?” Ari growls, his voice coming out slightly muffled as he circles your throbbing bundle of nerves with his skilled tongue. “Sore?”

“No.” You breathe, lightly running your fingers through his dark brown strands. “In fact, I feel ah-may-zing.” You finish with a tiny giggle.

“Good.” 

That’s your only warning before your world suddenly shifts as Ari tosses your other leg over his shoulder. Next thing you know, he’s back to standing at his full height. And you’re now touching the ceiling with your thighs locked around his head.     

“Omigosh!” You cry, the sound of your nervous laughter filling the room. “You’re gonna hurt yourself if you don’t – ooh…oh God yes…yesyesyes!” You smack your open palm against the ceiling as your Bounty Hunter begins to eat you like a man starved. 

“Oh don’t stop, Beast, please!” You sob, grinding your dripping pussy against Ari’s face, soaking his beard just the way he likes.  

Words, rough and unintelligible, rumble out from somewhere deep in his chest. And while you may not be able to understand him, you know exactly what he’s trying to tell you. His hands gripping your ass to hold you in place are enough to drive the message home. 

You were to take everything he gave you like a good girl. His good girl. So you do. You practically scream yourself hoarse as Ari takes his time tormenting you with every sensual flick, every tortuous swirl of his wide, flat tongue.

He gets off on the way he's making your legs shake, the sound of you unbridled cries and soft whimpers leaving him painfully hard. But still he doesn’t stop. He continues taking his time, worshiping you the best way he knows how.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Ari grunts when he finally comes up for air, his breaths coming in sharp pants. “But I’m still gonna need a little more time to work on my apology.” One of his hands delivers a swift blow to your ass, making you yip. “Really need to reconsider my behavior today while I put a fresh spitshine on my pussy.” He winks at you then, letting you know that he means every word.

“I’m sure she won’t mind.” He quips with a grin, his chin still shiny with your juices. “And neither will you.”

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[neoballsucker]

Poison

Summary : you've got a new roommate and for your surprise he's your childhood friend's step brother and one day you go to their home town

Pairs : childhood friends!yuta x fem!reader x roommate!shotaro

Warings : SMUT, poly, threesome,dick sucking, kinda degradation, yuta is kinda mean,creamie pie,cum eating, nipple play

W.C : 3.1k.

A/N : I came back after a while and I might do individual parts for each one :/

Since you were a child you always liked your mom's friend’s son , nakamoto yuta or yuta , you two always played around like any children, you two went to the same school, and hang out with each other a lot , it was until ms.nakamoto and her husband decided to move back to Japan, it was like breaking news for you , you won't see your first love anymore, but not all the and good things remain for too long, you both said your last goodbyes to each other , yuta was one of your few friends, now who will play with you in school and who will have these sleepovers with you and play hide and seek with you , it was heartbreaking for you, but you gotta move on and find new friends.

it was hard for you to make friends since you had the fear of them leaving you and that caused anxiety,but luckily you were popular, you were popular for being smart,pretty,an athlete and religious., you were in a strictly religious family, you knew about morals,went to church,you never had sex. Your mom always told you to wait for the right time. , everybody knew you as the smart , pretty girl, boys tried asking you out but ends up escaping from them cause they wanna hookup , you graduated from high school and got a scholarship in spain , you left the country, your parents, friends, memories, to go and start a new life, that college was one of the biggest colleges in spain , you were smart , but it was filled with smart people anyways , you always got your assignments done and always got good grades , every teacher liked you, all students wanted to be your friend

“Did you hear about that new student?” Your friend asked.

“No I didn't, who is it?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“He has a brother who was really popular here for being smart and handsome , you really don't know?” Your friend asked

“No, who is that?” You asked curiously

“The new student is called osaki shotaro,and his brother is called nakamoto yuta”

“Oh , well I'm willing to see the new student then” you chuckle and roll your eyes, you thought about it for a while, the name nakamoto yuta felt familiar, you heard it before, you weren't sure if it was him but you remember he didn't have a brother

“How are they brothers?” You asked curiously

“What do you mean?” Your friend raises her eyebrows

“Like yuta’s last name is nakamoto, while shotaro’s last name is osaki , how are they siblings?” You raise your eyebrows and scratch your head

“They're probably step siblings unless one of them is adopted , it doesn't matter they're both cute” you chuckle at her comment and roll your eyes.

Time goes by the weekend comes while you were just chilling at your dorm , they informed you that the new student will be your roommate , you were just nervous, yes you had friends, but you still had anxiety talking to people was one of your worst fears , you tried calming yourself down but you couldn't help but panic and shake

It was until you heard the door unlock , you take a deep breath before you put on a smile

You heard footsteps until you saw someone come in

“Oh hello , you must be my roommate” he noted and smiles back at you

“Oh yeah it's nice to meet you I'm y/n” you offer your hand as he shakes it

“Well don't mind me , my brother is getting some of things” he says and smiles

“No it's okay, moving out must be really hard” you smile back and help him move his things

You heard footsteps once again assuming it was his brother

“Here you go , god you got a lot of things” you can hear his brother talking

“oh I'm sorry but I'm just kinda nervous, also meet my roommate, y/n come here!” he calls you out, you turn around to face the two men

“Oh hello , I'm y/n nice to meet you” you walk toward them and smile

“Oh hi y/n I'm yuta , nice to meet you too” he smiles and offers his hand, you shake his hand for few seconds and let go of his hand

And smile softly , he felt familiar, he looked familiar, you really wished it was him but at the same time not

“Okay now I'm going, have fun at your new place, take care of yourself” yuta says and hugs his brother tightly

“Thank you yuta , I'll miss you so much, take care of yourself too” he hugs his brother back you were just standing awkwardly, they finally pulled, and yuta leaves as shotaro, lock the door, he sighs and sits on the bed for a while

“I hope we become good friends” you said with a smile

“Yeah, same here !!” He smiles sweetly, gosh his smile was so cute , you wished he smiles like that forever

“Did they give you the schedule?” You asked quietly

“ahh yes they did” he smiles and hands you a paper

“Oh well have the same classes” you say excitedly

“Oh really? Well that will be nice” he says sweetly and smiles softly.

Time goes by , you and shotaro developed a really good friendship , you two hung out together a lot , ate dinner after college, studied together, some people even thought you were dating , sometimes it was funny seeing people saying that the two of you look cute together, you will admit you have a tiny crush on shotaro, but you never knew if it was just a crush or actually love , he invited you to meet his family multiple times in japan but you refuse since you have projects and work to do, he told you that him and yuta are step brothers and that his father and yuta's mother are married since they were both children, now it was understandable why their surnames were different

Days went by and the first year of college is finally done , your plans were to go to meet your family back in your mother country

Shotaro also insisted that you go with him back to Japan to meet his family, you tried to refuse multiple times but he said that his parents wanted to see you so you finally gave up and decided to meet his parents, he told you can stay at their house since they have a guest room , you packed decent clothes , that looked good ,not too formal not too casual so they don't think of her in a bad image or something, you and shotaro finally arrive to japan and yuta welcomes you two

“Yuta omg I missed you” shotaro runs to yuta and hugs him tightly both of them have a smile on their faces

“I miss you too,mom and dad miss you alot they're also waiting impatiently to meet your friend” they both look at you while you stand awkwardly while your luggage is behind you

“Oh hi yuta” you smile and wave.you can hear him chuckle

“Let me take this” he walks to take the luggage from behind you and walks forward with shotaro and you behind them ,both of them sit in the front seats while you're in the backseat , “mom told me to take you both to a restaurant since she's kinda sick to cook food” yuta says

“Is she okay yuta?” Shotaro asks in a worried tone

“Yes she is, but you know mom always overworks herself” yuta sighs and parks the car

“Okay you two get out of the car” yuta says looking at you with a soft smile , you smile back and get out of the car , you went into the restaurant, it was selling Japanese, you heard shotaro complain sometimes to yuta about how much he misses the Japanese food, everyone ordered their food and after finishing yuta paid and he drove home, he unlocks the door, his parents were sitting together watching the tv

“We're home!!” Yuta yelled excitedly

“Oh god shotaro you're home finally” his dad smiles and hugs him tightly

“I'm assuming you're y/n right?” His mom asked you , she looked familiar to you

“Ah yes I am” you smile and nod

“You look familiar oh my , it's hard to remember oh god” she stares at you for few seconds

“Oh my , you're y/n , now I remembered, I'm ms.nakamoto do you remember me? You and yuta used to play together alot” you finally realized why did she look familiar

“Oh !! Yes of course I do remember “ you smile awkwardly as she hugs you tightly

“Yuta !! Come here” she yells, as yuta walks over , his red coloured bangs nearly covering his eyes , he was beautiful as always, since you were kids they always talked about how yuta looked handsome and his charm, girls at school always had a crush on him

“What is it mom?” He questions and raises his eyebrows

“That's y/n !! , the girl you used to play with back when you were a child, remember ? Before we come here” she asks him excitedly

“ahh yes I remember now, it's nice to meet you again y/n” he smiles softly, you smile back to him and nod slightly,Mrs.nakamoto started to ask you about your life and family and talked about her memories with your mom , since they knew each other from childhood , it was nice to hear about all these things after a long time , time passes and everyone goes to bed , shotaro leads you to the room you're supposed to stay at, there wasn't a bed , shotaro looks confusedly and calls his dad

“What happened to the furniture in this room?!” Shotaro asks with a slightly annoyed tone

“Well me and your mother decided to turn it into an office or a small library” his father smiles nervously

“she can sleep at your room shotaro don't be lame” his dad says

Shotaro looks at you in an embarrassed look on his face and sighs

“Follow me y/n…goodnight dad” he says and holds one of your hands leading you to his bedroom , shotaro was always nice and smiley if anyone needed anything they depend on him since he always looks nice and smiley to everyone

He opens his room, “ welcome to my room I guess” His room was warm colored with light brown , beige , etc. , it made you feel really relaxed and chill

“Your room looks great!!” You note and look at him with a smile, h looks at you and smiles warmly, his smile makes you melt , how can he be so cute , you always wondered

“You can sleep on the bed I'll sleep on the floor” he says and sighs

“No no it's okay , we can share the bed , but if you're uncomfortable, I'll be the one sleeping on the floor”

“Well…that's better than sleeping on the floor I guess” he says and chuckles, yo smile at his joke , and both of you lay on the bed ,it wasn't that big , your hands were touching

“Goodnight y/n” he whispers and gives his back to you

“Goodnight” you say and also turn and now your back was also facing him, you don't sleep really quickly, you can feel him moving you doubt that he's asleep, he turns to your side and wraps his hand around your waist,that move made heat , you felt yourself burning,you feel his hard dick against your ass and it made it worst,he was moving and rubbing his dick against your ass for way too much but can you blame him? He was asleep, you tried moving a little but there was no space, you just gave up and tried to sleep again,his arm tightened around your waist as you feel his hard cock against your ass, you were ready to get fucked at this point, you tried to calm down take your breath and relax , with his warm breath against your neck , his cock against your ass, his arm around your waist, it was hard for you to not moan, trying to resist it, you feel his body move slightly, you pretended to be sleeping in case he woke up

“Y/n are you awake?” He says in a sleepy voice , he always knew you had troubles sleeping so there was no point of lying

“Yes I am awake, do you need anything?” You asked trying to keep your voice low

“No , I was making sure , if you're uncomfortable I can sleep on the ground” he says , his voice was also low , and it turned you on even more

“No no it's okay, you know I always have troubles sleeping it's okay” you say and smile you weren't sure if he saw you smiling cuz it was really dark, he nods and hugs you tightly and kisses your neck, you didn't even try to fight him, you feel his other hand cupping one of your butt cheeks. you moan slightly as our fingers runs through his hair, he keeps kissing your neck and squeezing your ass. You tease him by playing with his waistband

He grabs your hand and puts it on his erection , “this is how you make me feel everytime gosh” he whispers and kisses your neck, “well, can I help you get rid of your problem?” You can hear him chuckle

“Oh I'd love to.” He sits straight and unbutton his pants and removes it , you help him get rid of his pants and boxers, his dick was screaming, hard and leaking pre-cum. You put the tip in your mouth, hearing him groan and curse under his breaths

“Aah fuck , you're so good at that god” he says thrusting his hips and moan , trying to keep it low so no one can hear them, you keep sucking him off and he moans , his moans were like music to your ears , it sounded amazing like a melody , time passes and you're still in the same position sucking him off , you can hear the door open, you froze in your place as you hear footsteps in the room

“What are you two doing at this late hour?” Yuta asks shotaro

“We were just having fun yuta oh my god” shotaro says and shrugs

“Keep going y/n , who knows you can suck him off next” shotaro says and yuta chuckles

“You're really shameless” yuta says and rolls his eyes, you close your eyes tightly due the embarrassment, you can feel your face heating and getting red , you wanted to hide anytime soon

“It looks like she's good at what she's doing” yuta says and laugh

“Oh hell yeah she is , she knows how to use her mouth properly, you gotta try it yourself” shotaro says , his voice was shaky and weak due to the pleasure

“Oh , now I'm interested” yuta says, his voice is low and deeper , you keep sucking shotaro’s dick until you feel warm liquid in your mouth, you can hear him groan as he pulls his dick out of your mouth, you swallow all the cum in your mouth, you feel your hair being pulled , you guess it was yuta , he settles you between his legs, he has already removed his pants, he taps the tip Infront of your lips waiting for you to open your mouth, as you open your mouth you feel his dick in your mouth, “ you knew you can't resist now , you mom told you to wait for the right person but who listens to their moms anyway? , you start bobbing your head up and down in a slight and slow motion , you can hear him groan and moan slightly

“Fuck it , you're too good, damn you were right” yuta says in a low voice , you can hear shotaro chuckle as you suck his brother's dick , you keep sucking yuta off , he throws his head back and moans , his voice was smooth and low , it kept going like that for few minutes until you felt him come in your mouth , you pull his dick out of your mouth and lay on the floor, you felt tired and sleepy

“Not right now,babe,we still have all night long” yuta says , shotaro helps you get off the floor and makes you lay on the bed instead , he gets on the bed next to you and starts tracing kisses on neck and chest while yuta settles between your legs after removing your pants and underwear, you can feel his half-hard dick right against your entrance ,until you felt him inside you , biting your lower lips trying to hold the argue to moan, while shotaro is busy sucking one of your nipples while squeezing the other one between his thumb and index as his older brother keeps fucking you and curses under his breath.

“That shit feels good fuck” yuta says , his voice was a little shaky

“You're just a fucking toy” you couldn't even answer cause you know you won't shut your mouth after that

“Aren't you just a cock sleeve , stupid bitch” you just nod as he thrust deeper inside you, shotaro sucking your nipple didn't make the situation better , you felt like you reached your climax and close your eyes as you feel your release

“Fuck baby you made a mess” yuta whispers as he grinds faster and takes a bit of your cum with his fingers and taste you then kisses you making you taste the salty taste of your orgasm, he finally feels the urge to cum as you feel his warm seeds inside you and shotaro finally let go of your nipples, you felt exhausted but they had other plans, shotaro and yuta switchs places , shotaro settles between your legs while yuta starts kissing your lips hungrliy while shotaro enters his dick inside you, you moan inside yuta's mouth, while shotaro groans slightly as he moves slowly, he was the opposite of his brother, slow and gentle while yuta was fast and rough but you enjoyed both anyways ,as shotaro starts thrusting faster and yuta cups your breasts and pinch your nipples between his fingers , shotaro's hair falls on his face and sticks to his forehead due to the sweat, he thrusts his hips against yours , your moans were starting to get loud until yuta wraps his hands around your neck making you choke while shotaro thrusts faster now ,tears filling your eyes , vision blurry, you can't even think properly, and all you're hearing is the sound of shotaro's body slamming against yours , you feel like you reached your climax finally, your eyes roll bsck as you release all your juice , he pulls out of you and your pussy clench around nothing, while shotaro comes all on your stomach,yuta's lips captures yours as he let go of your neck , you close your eyes and breath heavily, you felt yourself passing out. You wake in clean clothes next to shotaro, his arms were wrapped around you holding you close to him, his face buried in your neck

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

I just wanna ask something before I hit the hay. I would love to see Leo and his g/f decided to have sex for their first time together. 2003 please, over the ages of 18 and they are both virgins. That would make my day!

Soft Love (Fluff) (18+)

2003!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Sorry it took some time. My inbox has exploded recently😂 But! *Clapping hands together* I got it done, and here it is. Hope you enjoy💙

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All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Spelling, first time, fingering, handjob, turtley anatomy, unprotected sex.

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You and Leonardo had talked about it for a while, both whispering about it in each other’s arms late at night. You talked it through, both of you wanting to take the extra step further in your relationship. But there was one thing holding both of you back, making you nervous, fidgeting slightly whenever you started talking about you. Neither you or Leo had been intimate with someone before. Sure, you had had your few run-ins with fellow humans in the past, but none of it had ever gone any further than a few kisses, your reasoning being that you just haven’t felt ready. But for Leo this meant much more than just being ready. You were his first girlfriend, after a lifetime of thinking that he would never find anybody to love him. But then you entered his life, turning this belief upside down, shining new light on Leo’s life and the way he viewed it. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he was determined to show you just that, being the main reason he ever mentioned sex in the first place.

And finally, after several months of talking, it was happening. And you couldn’t have asked for a better evening. You and Leo pretty much had the whole lair to yourselves. Raphael was out with Casey, doing whatever those two usually did. Michelangelo was out fighting crime with Silver Sentry, while Donatello had gone to April’s place, so they could work on their new project in peace. And Master Splinter? Well, neither you or Leo were sure. But you wouldn’t be too surprised if he has gone to the Battle Nexus, in order to have some tea with the Daimyo. But that did not matter. All that mattered in that moment was you and Leo.

Kissing had never been uncommon for the two of you. Sure, Leo was the biggest on PDA, but even with his family around, he would sneak in a few kisses. Making out however, had always been strictly reserved to the comfort of you or his bedroom. Just like now, where you laid tangled up together on Leo’s futon mattress, with his blanket covering the two of you, your lips dancing together, and your hands slowly but hesitantly feeling around on each other. Leo’s hands had so far only been reserved for your torso, his hands slowly moving from your waist under your shirt, up and down your back, before softly running down your side. Your hands ran up and down his arms, feeling his muscles flex under your fingers as they moved. But once your hand rested flatly against Leo’s plastron, it was as if something clicked in his head, as he slowly pushed you from your side onto your back, following you down every step of the way.

You hummed against Leo’s lips as you snuck your arms around his neck, holding him close as he hovered above you, his soft touches on your waist making your head spin ever so slightly. Leo smiled against you, hid other hand playing with the stands of your hair. You felt your heartbeat rising in a way that Leo only could make it do, but this time it was slightly different. The best way you could describe it was it made you feel excited. Your fingers having a hard time staying still, just having to touch the skin around Leo’s neck and shoulders.

Leo hummed as his tongue slightly licked your lower lip though the kiss, asking for entrance, which you gladly gave, causing him to hum against you, as your tongues slowly started their slow dance. You shivered slightly. Every action you and Leo made, caused your body to heat up, creating a pulling feeling between your legs.

Leo moaned lightly against your lips, his strong senses having picked up on the scent of your arousal in the air. He broke from the kiss to place small kisses around your face, leaving you panting ever so slightly in your search for his lips on yours once more.

“I can smell you, (Y/N)”, he whispered, his kisses moving from your cheek, down your jaw and down your neck, his hand subcutaneously lifting your shirt up as his hand moved up your side. “You smell really good”.

“Leo”, you whispered, holding onto the edge of his shell, as you felt all of his words go straight to your core. As if it was instinct that drove you, you bend your knees opening your legs just a little more for him. This action made the scent of your arousal stronger. Leo had to stop his soft kisses on your neck for a moment, just so he could fight the need for dropping right on the spot. This was yours and his first time. It had to be special. He couldn’t just rush in there. He had to take it slow.

Leo pulled back so he could take a look at your face. You had only been kissing, and you already looked like one that was in heaven. Your cheeks red with a blush, your eyelids heavy, your pupils wide and your lips red from all that kissing, and your teeth that was now biting your lower lip as you watched him. Fuck, you were so beautiful. How did he ever get so lucky that he could have you?

Leo leaned his forehead against yours and let out a sigh of happy content. “I love you, (Y/N)”, he murmured, his deep breath fanning cover your face, his face so close you could easily just lean in and kiss him one more time.

“I love you too, Leo”, you said, your hand letting go from his shoulder, in order to find the hand that was still playing with your hair. With your fingers entwined, you brought his hand to your mouth, giving all three of his knuckles a kiss. “More than you’ll ever know”.

It took everything in Leo not to let his animalistic instincts take over. How dared you be so perfect that he almost lost his famous self control. Churring erupted from his chest as he connected his lips to yours once more, letting the kiss become more hungry this time. He almost lost it when you moaned against him.

Leo’s hands started subconsciously to push at your shirt once more, causing you to part from the kiss with mischievous yet nervous eyes.

“Do you want me to take it off, Leo?”, you asked, the blush on your cheeks deepening.

Leo had to remind himself how to breathe for a second. He had never seen you fully naked. Sure, he had seen you walk around his room and your apartment in nothing but underwear and a bra, but he had never seen what was hiding under them. So right now, as one of your hands went for your shirt, waiting for Leo’s answer, he could not help but tremble a bit out of excitement.

“Yes”, was all Leo could mutter out, his throat almost failing him as he did, anticipation so high that his tongue started to feel numb. He watched as you sat up, before slowly lifting the oversized shirt over your head, shaking slightly out of nervousness. Once the shirt Leo couldn’t help but stare at your breast, marveling at their shape and beauty. You, starting to feel a bit self conscious under Leo’s silent gaze, moved your arms to cover yourself.

“No”, Leo said, softly grabbing onto your arm. “Please don’t. You’re beautiful”.

A smile spread on your face, as you slowly moved your hands away, letting Leo stare at you. His hand moved from your arm to your chest, hovering over your breast, waiting for you to consent. You giggled and nodded, letting him know that it was okay. Leo’s hand was warm when it felt your breasts, his hand slowly cupping around one of them. You sighed in content, watching his hands as they touched you. His thumb slided over your nipple, causing you to let all a small moan, the wetness between your legs increasing once more.

As Leo slowly got to know your chest, and what movements caused a reaction from you, he slowly pushed you to lay down again, before he brought you in for a tender kiss. This tender kiss slowly evolved, until Leo started kissing down your neck once more, this time continuing down your collarbone and down over the top of your chest. You hitched a breath, your hands finding the top of Leo’s head, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the feeling of his lips against your skin. Leo hummed against your skin, as he made his way over your left breast, until he reached your nipple. You let out a moan as his tongue darted out over your nipple, arching your back slightly.

“Leo”, you whimpered almost involuntarily, reaching for his right hand, as his left hand started palming your other breast. Leo hummed as you entwined your fingers once more, churring with your nipple in his mouth, your hand tightening your grip around his.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?”, he asked before returning to you nipple once more, letting his tongue continue its slow work.

“It feels good”, you sighed, arching your back at his slow licks.

Leo let go of your left nipple, in order to focus his attention on your left, making you moan out once more. He already loved that sound. It did things to his head, and he liked it. He liked it a lot. Especially when you moaned and arched against him. It was enough to make a man go crazy for you.

Then something happened that neither of you had expected. You didn’t seem to notice it at first, but Leo did, growling against your chest, as he felt your lower half grind up against him. You gasped at the vibration that went through your chest, causing the scent of your arousal to grow so strong that Leo could no longer ignore it. Continuing his mouth’s work on your chest, he started grinding his own hips against you, once again feeling the urge to drop, when he heard you moan for him. Leo cursed under his breath, closing his eyes momentarily. You were a dream come true in every shape and form.

Slowly, Leo let his hand move down your body, until his hand reached your underwear, this thumb stroking your hip, just above your waistline.

“Can I?”, he asked, his lips making their way back up your chest, with your face as his goal.

“Yes”, you choked out, raising your hips, making it easier for Leo to slide your panties off, all while his lips found yours once more. Leo had to pull from the kiss, in order to get your panties off, before throwing them to wherever your shirt was. It was here that he suddenly came to realize that you were all bare for him. Your naked glory shining at him, like the sun on a blue sky. Once again he had to stare at you, his senses being assaulted with your sweet scent.

Leo leaned over you once more, letting you pull him down for another kiss. It was hungry but sweet, a passionate cluster of all the emotions you tried to show one another, even if your nervousness poked its head out every once in a while.

The hand that had taken your underwear off, made its way up your leg, Leo’s palm smooth against your thigh, as he made his way closer and closer to your core. You whimpered in anticipation, excited yet nervous for what his next move was goin to be.

“Can I look at you?”, Leo asked, hinting to the dripping rose between your legs. You nodded, biting your lip. Leo leaned back, resting his weight onto his knees and his toes, giving him a full view of your most intimate area. Like said before, you were absolutely beautiful. The sight of you, laying all naked before him, leaving all of you on full display for him. Leo had to put his hand on your knees, in order to keep himself grounded. He was almost so dizzy by his racing heart, that he felt like he was flying away.

“Wow”, Leo whispered, his eyes gliding along every curve of your body, his eyes lingering on your dripping core, glistering in the dim lighting of his room. “You’re fucking beautiful”. All you could do was giggle, flustered by his words, closing your legs just a little. To hear Leo curse was a rarity, making your heart jump in your chest at his words. But Leo pushed your legs apart once more, before leaning down to your face yet again, sweet seriousness written all over his face, one of his hands coming up to cup the side of your face. “I mean it. You’re beautiful, (Y/N)”.

You did not know what to say, your mind slowly becoming mush under his sweet words. The only way you knew how to react, was by connecting your lips once more, this time being your tongue that asked his mouth for entrance. The hand on your knee started running up your thigh once more, getting closer and closer to your core. You gasped in excited enjoyment against Leo’s lips, your mind focused on his sweet touch, his fingers mere centimeters from your delicate flower.

Leo broke from the heated kiss, his eyes staring deep into yours, his breathing heavy and his eyes hooded. He was like a sight sent straight from the gods, and you were mesmerized by his beauty.

“Do you trust me?”, he asked, his snout just gracing your nose.

“Yes”, you whispered back, your hand slowly guiding his fingers closer to where you needed him the most. “I trust you with my life, Leo”.

Your words caused Leo to moan out loud, as he dove back down for your lips, his fingers gliding over your slick covered folds. Both of you moaned at the connection, your wetness surprising both of you. Leo’s thumb found your clit, where he tried out a few different techniques before he finally found the movement that made you moan, louder than he had ever heard you moan before. It was at that moment he was glad, that the two of you had waited til you had the lair on your own.

Leo watched your face as he played with your clit, seeing your face contorted in pleasure. He felt the pressure against his cloaca grow once more. He was about to drop.

Leo’s finger found your entrance. He looked at you for permission, needing to know what he was doing to you was okay. You nodded to him, letting out a needy moan. Leo gave you a peck on your lips, before he slowly pushed his finger into your small hole. You gasped, looking down to where his finger was disappearing from your view, and in between your warm walls, stretching you out just a little. His fingers were bigger than yours, one of his almost feeling like two of yours.

Leo cursed under his breath, watching in pleasure and amazement as his finger disappeared into you, feeling your tight warm walls around him. He slowly pulled his finger out before pushing it back in, looking for your soft spot, making you tensen for a small second, moaning once more.

“Do that again”, you whimpered, watching his actions with hooded eyes.

“Anything for you, (Y/N)”, he said, kissing your cheek before repeating his action over and over. It didn’t take long before you started to continuously moan and whimper under him, your hands holding onto his shoulders. Leo couldn’t hold it any longer, feeling himself slowly slip through his slit, his length resting against your thigh, pre-cum leaking onto your skin, slowly dripping down to the underside of your thigh. Your curiosity peaked at the feeling of Leo’s penis resting against you, your hand finding its way down to him, before grabbing a soft hold of him. He was bigger than you had expected, feeling yourself getting slightly scared just by his size. But all that fear fated away, as you started your own work on him. Leo moaned as your thumb rubbed his head, before your hands started stroking his shaft, in the same speed as his fingers that worked on your insides.

“That feels good”, he breathed out, his eyes getting distant with pleasure, his fingers speeding up, with his thumb once again finding your clit, causing you to moan loudly.

“Fuck, Leo”, you moaned, feeling a slow pull in your lower region. Leo felt it too, your walls closing around his fingers ever so slightly, making you look him in the eyes once more.

“Do you feel ready, (Y/N)?”, he asked, his eyes full of love, lust, concern, and curiosity. Everything he could feel, he felt for you at the moment, his very thoughts and skin tingling in delight.

“Yes, Leo”, you said, giving his shaft a few more strokes, making him close his eyes in pleasure. “I’m ready”.

You removed your hand from his, as he positioned himself between your legs, placing one arm by your head, leaning his weight onto his forearm, his other lining himself up with your entrance. You held onto his shoulders, watching in anticipation as he moved his head against your folds, before he finally found your opening.

“Are you nervous?”, he asked, looking at you with sincerity.

“A little”, you answered. “But with you I know it’ll be good”.

Leo smiled warmly at you, his heart skipping a beat at your words, placing a sweet peck on your lips. “Just tell me if you want me to stop, and I will. I’ll never do anything to hurt you”.

“I know”, you nodded, a bright yet nervous smile on your face. “I trust you, Leo. Always have and always will”.

Leo nodded, watching you as he slowly pushed himself into your opening. Both of you moaned at the new feeling. You closed your eyes at the pleasurable yet painful stretch his size provided, biting your lip. Leo rested his hand on your waist, letting himself slide in further.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, placing small kisses all over your face.

“Yes”, you whimpered, leaning into his kisses, not fully sure how to explain it to him. “Just… full”.

“Is it a good thing?”, he asked, a boyish smile on his face.

“It is”, you said, humming as you felt the pain go away, getting used to his size inside of you. “Just getting used to it”.

Leo chuckled, showering your face with more kisses, even as you asked him to move. He did as you asked, slowly pulling out of you before softly pushing back in, letting both of you get used to the movements. Your hands help tightly on to him, as he slowly picked up his speed, your legs hiking up over his hip, letting your feet rest against his shell. Leo’s churrs got louder, resting his face against the crock of your neck, the hand on your waist holding onto you tightly as he thrusted into you.

Leo felt as if he was on cloud nine, feeling your soft walls hugging him tightly, pulling him further and further into a new world of pleasure. The sounds of you moaning his name, telling him not to stop made him shiver. The hand on your waist moved to your hand on his shoulder, placing it down on the bed, entwining your fingers as he continued to speed up the movements of his hips. He groaned, kissing your neck and shoulder, listening to how his actions continued to bring you pleasure, over and over again.

“Don’t stop”, you whimpered, your hand holding onto him for dear life, your knuckles turning wait. “Please, Leo, don’t stop”.

Leo hummed against you, whispering sweet nothings with every kiss, feeling your walls hug further and further around him with each and every thrust.

“I think…”, you whimpered, your nails on Leo’s shoulder digging lightly into his skin. “I feel something. I- it’s getting stronger”.

“I feel it too”, Leo groaned, both talking about the growing pressure in his lower region, and the tightening of your walls. “Let it happen. Let it come”.

Your legs grew more and more uneasy, no longer being able to rest against him. Leo had to let go of your hand and hold onto your leg, keeping you still as he drove into you, your back arching against his plastron.

“It’s coming, Leo!”, you moaned, so loud that if anybody else had been in the lair, they would be able to hear everything. “Fuck! It’s coming!”

“Let it go, (Y/N)”, he groaned, the rhythm of his hips becoming unsteady. “Let it go for me”.

You whimpered, making a sound that almost sounded like you were about to cry, none of your limbs being able to lay still. Leo leaned back, watching you with his mouth agape, feeling his own high getting closer and closer. And then it happened. Your bubble burst and you cried out against him, your hips moving against him as you came, your walls pulsating around him. That was the last thing before Leo came, his hips shuttering against you, moaning with you as he felt himself shoot into you, almost collapsing on top of you. Both of you, too shocked by this sudden burst of pleasure that caused both of your worlds to shake, stayed still for a moment, processing all of the feelings you had been through.

Once both of you had calmed down, Leo slowly pulled himself out of you, both of you groaning and moaning because of the friction in your now sensitive areas, before the sudden loss of feeling.

Leo laid himself down next to you, pulling the blanket up around you, as he pulled your sweating bodies close, letting you rest your head against his plastron.

“That was amazing”, you said, almost laughing from the strong feelings that still lingered around you.

“You’re amazing”, Leo retorted, making you giggle. He dipped down to your lips, kissing you one more time. “You’re amazing, and I love you”.

“I love you too, Leo”, you hummed, letting your lips linger against his for a moment.

“What do you say about we take a nap, and then we go take a shower afterwards?”, your considerate boyfriend asked, his lips still against yours, his fingers running up and down your arm.

“That sounds like a genius idea”, you said with a small laugh, letting your head rest against Leo’s first chest, feeling your eyelids get heavy as sleep started to creep up on you, lulling both you and Leo into a peaceful nap in each other’s arms. But little did you know, that when the two of you woke up an hour later, neither of you would go for that talked about shower, but instead squish in a quick round two, before Leo’s family would be making their way down to the lair.

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[joshsjipple]

Baby, It's Cold Outside pt 2

A/N: Hiii. So I wasn't planning on making this two parts... but someone asked for it and who am I to deny you guys. I like the way this turned out and I hope you do too! Hopefully soon I am able to put more Jake material out and shut up about Josh... anyways. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4k

WARNINGS: 18+ minors dni! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (please be safe), teasing, semi-public sex, shower sex, spanking, slight blood play (not really), choking, fingering, slight pain kink, overstimulation, oral sex (f/m/ rec), gagging, throat fucking, breeding kink, praise kink, degradation, hair pulling, p in v, dom (m) sub (f), light fluff at the end. Let me know if I missed anything.

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It’s been two days since you encountered Jake. Over the course of those days you had managed to convince yourself it only happened because of your injury. Your theory was that you lost so much blood you mistook Jake for Johnny Depp or some other insanely attractive man who resembles a pirate. It’s not like you liked Jake, in fact, you still despised him.

During meals you eat with both of your families, you’d avoid meeting his eyes. You could feel him staring at you through. His deep brown eyes trailing over your body as you licked on an ice cream cone or at a banana. You’d pretend not to notice as well as convincing yourself you were not doing all that for his entertainment. The ice cream just happened to melt all over your hand causing you to clean it up with your tongue. You just happened to like the feeling of the banana on your tongue so you’d occasionally drag it across the tip of it. It’s not like you coordinated it to the exact moment Jake’s eyes fell on you. It was all luck!

Tomorrow is your last full day at your winter getaway. Tonight, everyone fills into the living room to watch The Polar Express. Josh shuffles next to you, pulling the blanket from your lap and onto his. You give him a playful smack which he only laughs to. As an apology, he hands you a cherry flavored sucker which you happily take as compensation. After covering yourself up with a corner, everyone takes their seats.

“Jake, hurry up!” Karen yells from her seat in the reclining chair. 

Jake appears a few moments later with a drink in his hand. He stands in the middle of the room, his eyes scanning the perimeter. You do the same and your heart nearly stops when you realize there’s only one vacant seat. You meet Jake’s nervous eyes for a brief second before dragging them away. 

“Could you scoot over, Josh?” he sighs.

Josh’s eyes flick between his brother's face and the drink in his hand. “Don’t you think you should use a coaster?”

You keep your eyes glued to the TV in front of you as you watch the boys through your peripheral. Your heart beats in your chest and you wonder if Josh can feel it in the shoulder that’s pressed against his. Hell, that’s probably exactly why he ushers his brother over to the empty spot next to you. Pushing off your wrists that are planted on the cushions, you lift yourself so you’re nearly on top of Josh. Dramatically, he groans as he wiggles free. The couch is small, roughly big enough for two people to fit comfortably, but all three of you are relatively small. You fit, but not without your body sandwiched between the twins. 

You do your best to lean closer to Josh, pretending not to feel Jake's body heat surfing over your skin. Josh doesn’t say anything as he welcomes you to the spot, wrapping his arm around shoulder and pulling you into his chest. In any other situation your head would be spinning at the way Josh’s fingertips trace little circles into your arm. But it’s just Josh and everything that may ever happen between the two of you is strictly platonic so you melt into his arms.

About an hour and a half into the movie, the sore on your side begins to ache from the position Josh holds you in. You break away from his grasp, pushing yourself off of him and back into your vertical seated position. You’d forgotten just how little room is between you and Jake but quickly remember when your thighs meet. Your body freezes at the feeling and you forget how much you dislike him. 

Shaking it off, your hand scratches across a paper. Your fingers tussle with it before removing it as a whole. You bring the cherry flavored sucker to your lips and plop it into your mouth. You feel Jake tense up beside you, giving yourself a sense of power. 

You pretend to ignore his fiery gaze burning a hole through the side of your head as you pull the sucker between your lips. You trace the ball with the tip of your tongue as Jake’s fingernails dig into his thighs. You cross your legs, disguising the act that secretly causes you a sense of relief. Sticking your tongue out almost completely, you give the red candy a slow lick before hiding it into your mouth. You hear him exhale a short breath beside you. 

In seconds, he lets out another one, but this time you feel the warmth on your cheek. Jake’s leaning into you, his nose brushing against your cheek. You swallow and pull the sucker out from between your lips.

“Please stop sucking on that lollipop like that.” he whispers into your ear. His tone is filled with plea and a little bit of a warning.

“Why?” you reply, curious to how he will recover.

His hand trails onto your leg and you nearly gasp. “I keep imagining those lips of yours sucking on me and fuck… I’m getting way too turned on over you eating candy.”

His fingers grab the meat of your thigh and you glance around the room to see if anyone’s watching. Everyone is focused on the ending of the movie, including Josh whose eyes are laser focused on the screen in front of him.

“Jake…” you say in a low tone as his pinky finger brushes against your clit.

“You don’t like the idea?” His voice sounds like honey dripping from a comb as the small digit returns to your clit. “Cumming on my fingers while our whole family sits next to us in silence?”

“No, I don’t.” you breathe.

His hands tug your underwear away from your core and he immediately runs a finger through your folds. “Oh, angel you lie. You’re soaked. Is this all for me? You shouldn’t have.” he says, sticking his tongue out and kitten-licking your cheek.

“Fuck…” you whine as his finger works fast tight circles into your clit. Your eyes shoot around the room in panic. No one has said a word, the TV drowning out the sounds.

Jake smirks, kissing your exposed neck. “So fucking dirty,”

You close your eyes, savoring the feeling of him you worked so hard to forget. Suddenly, his movements stop. He pulls his hands away from your body making you hiss. When you open your eyes, the lights are on and everyone is standing up. The movie is over. 

You look at Jake who has pink cheeks and a shit-eating smirk on his face. He brings his finger to his mouth and tucks them inside. Your jaw loosens as he licks them clean, pulling them out of his mouth with a pop. Then, he stands on his feet and leaves the room. 

You’re frozen in place. Jake practically just finger banged you in front of your whole family? God, you really are sick. 

“You okay? Did the end get you too?” Josh asks, concern written across his features as a hand rests on your shoulder.

“Uh, yeah.” you say slowly with a nod of your head. “Are you going to bed?”

“Yeah, probably. You?” 

“I need to shower. Gotta keep this bad boy cleaned.” you say, pointing to your stomach.

Josh winces. “Good idea. They might have to amputate your lower half if it gets infected.”

“That’s fine,” you shrug. “You could take care of me.”

“And I would.” he smiles, ruffling your hair. “G’night.”

“Night, Josh.”

Fifteen minutes later, you shuffle into the upstairs bathroom. You had to fight off the urge to knock on Jake’s bedroom door that’s stationed right across from your destination. You’re exhausted and horny as you step into the shower. The water is warm as it cascades down your body. You shampoo your hair, scrubbing and massaging your scalp until your arms ache. You tend to your wound, washing it with specific soap Josh had bought for you at the drugstore. Finally, you flip the shower head onto your favorite mode and begin to run it across your body.

You trace your breasts, the water stimulating your nipples until they form a peak. You tease yourself, running it across your torso and over your hips. With a moan, it reaches your clit. Your hand holds onto the wall, holding you up as your eyes screw shut. Biting down on your lip, you whine as the water pressure strategically moves across your clit.

Then, the door shuts. You freeze and yank the handle away from your heat. You listen for anyone to speak, but nothing fills the room besides the beating of your heart and the sound of running water.

Curiously, you peek your head out of the curtain. You see Jake standing against the sink, arms crossed over his chest. When he sees you, he smirks.

“Miss me, darling?” he laughs, gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

“Not at all. You can leave now.”

“I’d rather not. Besides, I don’t start things I can’t finish.”

You roll your eyes and pull your head back inside the shower. “If you’re referencing me, don’t bother. I guarantee the water pressure will do a better job than you.”

He clicks his tongue. “Do you not recall the other night? Do you want me to repeat your words?”

“Oh don’t even!”

“I made you cum so hard. All fucking over baby,” he says.

You can’t see his face but you can imagine his eyebrows furrowed together. You wonder if he’s stripping himself right now to join you. The thought makes you pool between your legs.

“I thought you were Johnny Depp,” you scoff.

“Oh, you’re funny,” he says as he rips the curtain open.

Facing him, your cheeks burn as his eyes devour you. He sticks his lip out and runs it over his bottom lip, releasing a groan as he does so. You don’t cover yourself or even bother trying to close the curtain. He’s rock hard, bobbing in the air. You marvel at the size of him, all the feelings of him inside you suddenly resurfacing in your memory. 

“You like what you see?” he holds your gaze.

“Not really, I’ve had better.”

As soon as you finish your sentence, his hand wraps around your neck and he pushes you against the back of the shower. You moan as the cool surface meets your back. His nose is nearly touching yours, his eyes filled with a mischievous glimmer.

“Gonna make you cum till you fucking cry,” he spits.

“Promise?” you wink.

Your lips crash together. With teeth knocking together, you melt into his mouth. Your tongue swirls in him, tasting his saliva as his hand gropes your ass. You moan when he gives it a slap. He swallows your sounds along with your lips. He bites your bottom one, a metallic taste spreading over your tongue. You moan into him, arching your back as you search for friction. His hands drag down your body until they meet your heat.

He cups your dripping pussy, playing with it like putty in his hands. His lips curl into a smile against your mouth, his hand still snaking around your neck. He pulls away to admire your state; wet hair, red face, and eyes nearly rolled in the back of your head. He’s close enough that you stick your tongue out and trace his swollen lips. 

His finger begins to work circles over your clit. You quiver at the contact, mouth hanging open. He removes the hand from your neck and moves it to your breast. He takes it into his hand, rolling and flicking the nipple between his fingers. You moan when he wraps his lips around your hardened peak. As he twirls the flesh between his wet lips, his finger teases your entrance.

“Fuck, Jake,” you whine as he slips it inside of you. He doesn’t move, making you thrash against him with impatient cries. “Stop teasing!”

“Fine,” he growls, removing his middle finger and adding his ring finger.

He thrusts his two digits into you with so much force you rise to your tippy toes. You let out a deep moan of satisfaction, causing Jake to twitch against your thigh. He steps back, holding you against the shower wall with his forearm as he repositions his hand. His hand that’s draped across your chest moves a bit so your tit is in the palm of his hand. You whine as he squeezes it, the pain exciting you. 

Returning to his original task, his fingers curl inside of you. Your back pushes off the flat surface as your eyes begin to water. Jake thrusts his hands inside of you–hard. You stare at him, mouth agape, as his fingers fuck you into oblivion. You’re a withering mess in front of him, a private show only he could see. The sound of his fingers repeatedly fucking into at a merciless pace fill the room, creating a chorus along with your desperate cries and moans.

“You should see yourself,” he says, pushing his body against yours to kiss you. “Gonna cum for me, princess? Gonna be a good girl and mark number one off the list?”

His encouragement pushes you towards the edge. You feel yourself clenching around him but you hold it back. Gritting your teeth, you shake your head ‘no’ at him. He quirks an eyebrow, taking your retaliation as a challenge. With a growl he removes the arm pinning you against the wall and places it on your clit. You buck your hips as one set of fingers fuck into your pussy and the other terrorizes your clit. You bite your lip as you near the edge.

Electricity spirals through your veins, causing your body to twitch. With eyes glued shut and your mouth hung open, Jake works you through the first orgasm. Your head spins as the warmth spreads through your whole body, reaching places it never has before. As your orgasm fades away, Jake’s fingers increase. 

“Jake–the fuck?” you pant. You grab onto his wrist and attempt to pry him away from your sensitive clit.

He grabs it and holds it tightly. “You wanted me to be rough, so I’m being rough, darling. What’s the matter, you can’t take it?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, instead, he sinks to his knees. The knot reappears in your stomach as you see him knelt in front of you. “Wider.”

You manage to spread your legs even further apart, allowing Jake to slip in between them. He kisses your clit, his fingers still pumping into you, before pulling the bundle of sore nerves into his mouth. Your stomach burns as overstimulation sinks in, causing your hands to wrap themselves around Jake’s chestnut locks. He laps at your clit like it’s the only thing he was ever made to taste. The ball of fire in your stomach intensifies so much you wonder if it’s going to burst through your stomach.

“Jacob!” you whine as the fire inside you finally explodes.

Your legs give out until you’re completely sitting on Jake’s face. He pulls his fingers out of you, using his newly freed hands to squeeze your ass into his mouth. He sucks and licks until your legs stop shaking and his chin is soaked with your release. He kitten licks all down your thighs, cleaning up every last drop of your juices. When your vision becomes clear again, you look down and watch him pull away from you. His eyes are fixated on you.

“That’s my good girl,” he kisses the inside of your thigh. “You look so pretty in your post-orgasm haze, doll. Are you ready for more?” You audibly gasp at his words which he laughs at as he rises to his feet. “Get on your knees, princess.”

Between your aching muscles and his demand, it takes nothing to sink so you’re on your knees. He’s painfully hard–begging to be touched– to be relieved. You give Jake your best doe eyes and watch him twitch just inches from your face. Holding his eyes, you stick your tongue out and drag it across the tip of him.

“Is this what you imagined when I sucked that lollipop, Jakey?”

“Fuck–yeah.” he says, running the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “So hot.”

“I bet you wished that was your cock, hm? Did you wish I was sucking your tip instead of that nasty cherry flavored candy?” You lean forward and place a kiss on him. He shutters and lets out the softest whimper you’ve ever heard. “You taste so much better, baby.”

“Jesus,” his eyes widen as you take him into your mouth. “Atta girl. Just like that, pretty girl.” he encourages as you take him all the way down. “You’re so fucking perfect,”

Moving one of your hands, you cup his balls. He groans and thrusts into your face. You gag around his length, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. The sound excites Jake, causing his hands to sit on the crown of your head. He begins to work himself into your mouth while staring down at you. Your eyes water and your eyes burn as you focus on your breathing. One particularly hard thrust has you releasing a gag that burns the entirety of your chest. 

“Gag,” he demands, stuffing himself even further. You repeatedly gag around him as your nose brushes against the patch of pubic hair. “God, look at you gagging on my cock. Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

His eyes screw shut as he whimpers above you, fucking himself down your throat. The idea of you being nothing to him but a fuck toy turns you on more than it should. You’d do anything for him and the thought excites you. 

He pulls out of your mouth and pulls you to your feet by a fistfull of hair. He brings you to his lips and begins to kiss you. It’s soft and passionate, making butterflies swirl in your stomach. His lips work over yours, his tongue tracing your bottom lip as you exchange small moans. 

Then, he pulls you away from him. With hands gripping onto your hips, he spins you around so your back is to him. He presses the palm of his hand on your back and bends you at the waist. 

“Grab onto the wall, pretty,” he directs, kissing your shoulder blade.

He lines himself up, dragging himself through the slick of your folds. Your body shudders as he reaches your clit. He chuckles to himself before sliding the tip in. He moves both hands to your hips as he slowly stretches you onto him. It burns so deliciously you’re desperate to feel it again. He works himself into you until he reaches the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you whine as his hips snap into you. You let out a sharp cry, biting your cheek in the process.

“Just take it. Be my good little slut and take my cock,” he thrusts into you. 

As he fucks into you, your body begins to go limp. The idea of another orgasm makes you light headed, but you need it. The urge is building up in your core, every thrust and moan Jake delivers getting you closer. He’s warm as he twitches inside of you, cursing your name into the steam of the burning shower.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” he warns. “Still on the pill?”

“Yes. Give it to me. Please, I need it.”

“How bad?”

“So bad, Jake!”

“Jesus, say that again.”

“Jake, cum in me.” you beg him pathetically.

You feel him pull out of you, his absence making tears spill from the corner of your eyes. After a moment, you feel his hot release coating your fucked-out pussy. As he finishes onto your cunt, your knees shake and you whimper. You need to feel him again, feel him pounding into you.

“Fuck me again, Jake.”

“God, look at you. All fucked out with my cum running down your legs and you want more? You want me to fuck it back into you?” he questions, running his tip through his cum that’s soaking your pussy. 

“Please,” is all you’re able to say.

It suffices because in record timing his cock is back inside of you. You can feel his release entering your body as he pounds into you. He pulls out again, dragging the head of himself back through your folds. After gathering up everything he can, he enters you. He repeats this motion over and over again until your third orgasm rips through you.

“Gonna get you pregnant, princess. You’re fucking mine, all mine. Fuck, take my cum. Oh God, I’m cumming again–fuck!”

He whines as your orgasm burns inside of you. Tears stream down your face, your lips red and bloody from biting them so hard. His words should scare you, but they don’t, they only fuel your release. You feel Jake twitching inside of you as his hips snap into your ass, his fingernails digging into it. You feel him spill inside of you, profanities leaving his mouth along with your name. The way he says it is like a religious song, a chorus sung to only the highest of honors.

He works himself into you until he’s done. After a few moments, he pulls away, a groan escaping you as he does so. You lay in place, unable to find the strength to move. Jake notices this and gently pulls you into his chest and back under the long forgotten water. 

“Are you okay, love?” he looks into your eyes.

“I’m great,” you give him a sheepish grin. 

“Good. Let's get you cleaned up.”

After telling Jake you already shampooed your hair, he insists on massaging your scalp. His fingers work through your locks, fingertips gently scraping your scalp. He hums as he does so–some inaudible song Josh had probably been humming– making your eyelids close. After focusing on your head, he moves his wet hands down your neck, kneading into the skin as he’s making bread. You groan at the feeling making Jake press his lips into the crown of your head. He works along your back, knuckles digging into your muscles as you grow limp in his arms. You rest your head in the crevice of his neck, your eyelids heavy out of tiredness. 

“How was your day?” he hums.

“You don’t have to ask that,”

“I know. But I want to,” he admits.

“It was fine. I’m bummed about going home soon,”

“Yeah me too. These past few days have been… nice.”

You giggle in his arms. “I would agree but I was nearly paralyzed in a skiing accident that was your doing,”

“Hey,” he mumbles, pulling you away from him so he can look at you. His hand cradles your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles into the skin. “I am sorry, but you know that’s not what I mean by nice,”

You raise an eyebrow. “What did you mean, Jake?”

He shrugs and looks at the wall for a moment before returning to you. “You know, not hating each other.”

“We weren’t exactly best friends either.” you remind him, thinking back to the awkwards dinners.

“I know, you’ve got my brother for that.” he rolls his eyes.

“And you have me for this,” you kiss his neck.

“That’s true. Take that, Josh.” he raises his voice a bit higher, making you chuckle. After a moment of silence he continues, his voice much more serious, “I like spending time with you, but I don’t want to start something–”

“I know, Jake. It’s okay, really. Long distance isn’t easy,”

“Especially with you,” he smirks. “But I’ll let you know if I’m ever around.”

“I’d like that. Besides, we’ll always have your bi-yearly trips.” you remind him.

“We do,” he tangles his fingers in your hair. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for the next one.”

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[blues824]

Hiiii! can I request riddle and lilia with a scaramouche like reader

Gender-neutral reader. Sorry this took so long lol.

Riddle Rosehearts

You both were very short, but at least you both had each other… right?

Nope. 

You did not trust him, as you didn’t trust any humans, so your relationship was very rocky at the beginning

This caused yelling matches in Heartslabyul

One flaw of yours is that you spoke what was on your mind, even if it went against the Queen’s rules

You once even called the Queen’s Rules ‘stupid’, and you got a collar but you continued to argue

However, both of you were very smart and thus got along when doing assignments

It was through said assignments that Riddle really got to know you, and even fall in love with you somewhere along the way

Once you both had officially started courting (it’s what you both call it), the two of you ‘ruled’ over Heartslabyul strictly but wisely

Lilia Vanrouge

Again, you both are very short

And you still didn’t trust Lilia, even though he wasn’t human and was, in fact, a bat fae instead

However, instead of getting angry at you, he understood where you were coming from

He often tried to get you to let your guard down by presenting you with a rose each time he saw you

Of course this got you flustered, considering it wasn’t everyday that a man gives you a rose every day

Eventually, you gave in and allowed him to ask if he could court you

To which you obviously accepted

It did take a while for you to get used to the Diasomnia crew, since they were now your honorary family as you were romantically involved with their ‘father’

But they did accept you (it took Sebek a while as well)

#twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #riddle #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #lilia #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst lilia vanrouge #twst lilia x reader #twst lilia

[dirtytomatoedwrites]

ONLY HUMAN

Summary: Changes are happening. Rafe can feel it.

Paring: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Strictly 18+ No Minors to Interact

Warnings: Dark!Rafe, Dub-Con/Non-Con, "Blood-Drinking", Character Death, Smut, Horror.

Word Count: 2k words

Author's Note: Wanted to contribute to Kintober but also wanted to experiment with how and what I write. Hope you enjoy and Happy Halloween 😈

Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Please don’t steal or copy bits of my writing or any writing from other writers cause karma will get ya.

It was the headaches that first hinted something was wrong.

Not just mild, fleeting headaches, but relentless migraines. They were excruciating, bouts of pain that seemed to originate from deep within his skull, right behind his eyes and radiating outwards in waves.

They were accompanied by disturbing visual auras—shimmering zigzags of light that swirled around his field of vision, making the world seem fractured and broken.  He couldn't help but wonder if something sinister was taking root—something malignant, something deadly.

Over-the-counter pain pills and the heavy prescribed meds from his dad’s bathroom cabinet didn’t help. Being exposed to sunlight only made things worse; once a source of warmth, now felt like molten fire, forcing him to wear his sunglasses indoors. But after a while even that didn't work.

The only respite came when he submerged himself in utter darkness. And so his days became isolated, cocooned within the confines of his bedroom. The thick, heavy curtains drawn creating a sanctuary from the glaring sunlight that now felt like an enemy.

Cloaked in this artificial night, he clung to the few comforts that remained: scrolling through his Instagram feed to stay connected with friends. But even their mundane accomplishments made him feel worse, knowing the world carried on—while his was standing still.

Topper boasted about his championship win and how his dad was lending him the family boat to celebrate. Kelce posted pictures of himself at the golf club, scoring a suspiciously low 90. And then there was you. Sweet you. Pretty you.

“When did you get a puppy?”

He clicked on the video, showing you cradling the little fur ball. Despite the pain, a chuckle escaped Rafe's lips.

Ah, so it wasn’t your pup after all but a friend’s, he mused. He watched as you gently petted and cooed at it, your voice a calming balm soothed even his anxiety while his gaze drank in your contented features slowly, lingering just a tad too long on your eyes and lips.

Clearing his throat Rafe clicked off the vid.

RAFE- Yo can you guys quit posting this shit? You know I'm dying over here. Don't need to feel like killing myself too.

The boys' "lols" and your kiss and hug emojis, along with well-wishes, made him smile, giving him a glimmer of hope. "It'll pass in a few days," Topper responded. "Migraines can't last forever. You'll be up and about soon," you assured. And for a brief moment, Rafe believed it.

But then, the loss of appetite hit him.

Food suddenly didn't have the same appeal anymore, not after the headaches started. Bland, tasteless, gagging on his favorite meal—the texture of food itself seemed off somehow, like it wasn't going down quite right, like it wouldn't clear his throat when he swallowed it. And if the terrible texture wasn't bad enough, it tasted like it wasn't made for human consumption. Every bite seemed artificial, a blend of plastics and chemicals.

Drinking water only seemed to make things worse—every sip led to a lurching of his stomach, a violent uprising of nausea that ended with him hunched over the toilet, retching, even when it seemed there was nothing left.

Enough was enough.

He decided to video call Dr. Morris.

"Were you able to take your temperature recently?" She asked as she scribbled down his list of symptoms.

Rafe touched a hand to his forehead. "Yeah, it’s pretty normal. Checked it this morning; it was 98.6, or maybe just a touch below."

"Alright..." Dr. Morris murmured as she scribbled notes. "And the headaches, did they appear with the eye changes?"

"Eye changes? What changes?"

Dr. Morris gave a short laugh as if he was pulling her leg but stopped immediately when he didn't laugh with her. "There's discolouration around the edge," she said, her finger making a circle near her own pupil. "It's crimson. Haven't you noticed the color change?"

Rafe leaned closer to the screen, trying to see the reflection of his own eyes. They did seem different—possibly a bit darker around the edges? It was hard to tell in the dim light.

"I haven't noticed—no offense, doc, but I've had other things on my mind," he replied tersely. "So, what's wrong with me?"

"These symptoms can indicate many things: the flu, food intolerance, a bacterial infection. We'll need to run tests. But given your age and lifestyle, I suspect it's just a bug. I'll refer you to Claire for a blood test appointment this week, and in the meantime, I'll prescribe something for nausea to help you keep food and fluids down."

"Alright... doc." he nodded with a sigh of relief "That sounds like a plan."

Time bore down upon Rafe, its weight an oppressive force that enveloped each passing moment, shrouded in the inescapable cocoon of artificial darkness. The world outside seemed distant, lost behind the heavy curtains drawn across the windows.

Confined within his dimly lit room, the persistent throb in his head wove a malevolent lullaby, blurring the boundary between reality and hallucination. The antinausea pills only dulled the edges of his suffering, allowing sips of water to stay down, while he managed to eat small morsels of food. But a hunger unlike anything he had ever experienced before clawed at him from deep within, a gnawing emptiness that defied satiation.

Amidst his despair, his Instagram feed served as his bridge to the outside world, a bittersweet reprieve. Travels, festivities, sporting events—brief snapshots of lives that captivated him as long as it took to scroll. Yet, within those fleeting glimpses, you shone distinctly. A light in the darkness. With a magnetic radiance, your digital presence seemed more real than the dim walls surrounding him. He found himself irresistibly drawn to you, toggling between your Instagram, TikTok, and Facebook, silently observing every aspect of your life.

You were his friend and yet, with each photo and video, you unveiled new layers he had never noticed before. Were you always this serene? This happy? Your laugh that infectious? Peace seemed to radiate from you. And he found himself wanting to understand its source. Your digital presence had become a double-edged sword—offering him solace at one moment and then amplifying his torment in the next.

And then one night, the comforting yet painful ritual of immersing himself in your virtual world was interrupted.

Rubbing his eyes, aching from the screen's glare, he decided to splash some water on his face. Entering the dimly lit bathroom, he was startled by his own reflection. Leaning closer to the mirror, his eyes just inches away from the glass, he scrutinized the change.

The crimson around his pupils had grown darker, more pronounced, and now covered most of his pupil.

But what scared him more was the pulsing pattern. Every heartbeat seemed to send ripples through the shade, expanding and contracting with his pulse as if it had a life of its own. As if it were connected to some deeper, more sinister force within him.

"What the fuck?"

Panic set in, and Rafe fumbled to switch on the brighter overhead lights, hoping that maybe the subtle light from the bathroom bulb was playing tricks on him.

But under the stark, unforgiving light, the reality became even clearer. His heart raced, matching the rhythm of the ominous pulsing in his eyes. It was as though something was alive in there. A parasite. A silent watcher buried deep within, looking back at him from the mirror.

And just as that thought gripped his mind, another thought intruded, one that wasn't his own.

SLEEP

A dark siren echoed through his consciousness, promising peace and tranquility if only he gave in.

SLEEP

Its voice dripped with honeyed sweetness, promising it would make it all better.

SLEEP

Rafe felt its presence, an intangible force that clouded his thoughts, pulling him down into an abyss of darkness. He wanted to resist, to fight back against the compulsion that demanded his obedience. But fatigue suddenly weighed heavily on his eyelids, and the false comfort of the voice was impossible to resist.

SLEEP

With trembling hands, Rafe switched off the bathroom light, the shadows immediately lengthening and merging into one great expanse of blackness.

SLEEP

Suddenly, his steps were heavy, as if sinking into quicksand, his mind numb and zombified as he trudged along. Exhaustion made it a struggle to even reach his bed, and when he finally collapsed onto it, heart pounding against his ribcage, he began to sob because he knew he was surrendering to the unknown.

You awaken with a jolt, your heart racing and your eyes darting wildly in the pitch black. The air in your bedroom feels thick, an ominous heaviness that chills you to the bone. Your bed, once a sanctuary of familiarity and safety, now seems alien and cold beneath you.

Something catches your attention—a subtle but undeniable weight at the foot of your bed.

With trepidation, you force yourself to look down, and sheer horror grips you.

There, bathed in the eerie glow of the moonlight, is Rafe—or at least what remains of him. His posture is slumped, defeated, his silhouette a mix of lost and predatory.

Your throat tightens, and a scream gets stuck within it, but before it can escape, Rafe's voice—eerie and unlike him—cuts through the silence. "I had to see you... it commanded me too."

In a supernatural blur, he's suddenly upon you, his weight oppressive and suffocating. His skin is sickly pale, drawn tight over gaunt cheekbones. But it's his eyes, blood-red radiating pure evil, that hold you captive.

His icy fingers glide over your face, every touch searing your skin like a brand, a mixture of tenderness and threat that has you trembling.

"You're scared," he rasps, his voice a deathly whisper. “I’ll make it so you’re not."

The moment your lips meet, everything fades—your perception of past, present, reality; memories; even the chilling dread that had consumed you. Suddenly you're floating in a void, a liminal space between desire and oblivion.

His lips are a potent elixir, and with every passing second they pull you deeper into a spellbound haze. Your body is electrified with the intensity of his embrace. Every inch of skin comes alive beneath his ice cold touch.

Every whisper of breath; moan; gasp emanating from your lips mingles with the steady beat of your pounding heart. Your thoughts evaporate like wisps of smoke as the kiss intensifies to lust that surpasses all understanding.

His fingers leave a trail of fire down your exposed torso, as his hands slip away your clothes and his own. You do not notice. You're too consumed by pleasure and need alone. The need to be taken. The need to be fucked.

Suddenly he's pushing inside you and moving against you with an impatient hunger, claiming you for himself until you become one entity with one pulse, one breath, one desire—to reach ecstasy together.

With an animalistic vigor, he thrusts into you again and again, faster and harder, each stroke more powerful than the last. Pleasure builds inside you until there are no boundaries between pain and pleasure, only bliss. Bliss consumes every fragment of your being, building into an orgasm so profound, so primal, mounting higher and higher until—

Cold fingers seize your chin, jerking your head to reveal the delicate skin of your neck. Your eyes widen as grotesque, razor-sharp fangs extend from Rafe's perfect white teeth.

With agonizing force, they snap onto your throat, synchronizing with the grinding of his hips, and the sudden, overwhelming orgasm that tears you into a million pieces. Your muscles convulse and quiver around his cock, while Rafe's grip on your shoulder tightens, anchoring you in place as he drinks deep.

"What's happening?" you choke, sensing your heartbeat slowing. Tears now cascade down your cheeks, mingling with the blood trickling from your collarbone, staining the once-pristine white bedsheets.

"Rafe... I'm scared," you whisper, your grip on his arm weakening as desperation fills your fading gaze.

A monstrous hunger gleams in Rafe's eyes as he briefly withdraws, crimson trailing from his lips. An unsettling vitality now surrounds him, no longer pale or sickly; he appears healthy and handsome, reminiscent of his former self – a picture of perfect health.

In a cruel mockery of tenderness, he raises your wrist to his mouth, his eyes gleaming with ravenous hunger. With savage grace, he sinks his bloodstained fangs into your vein.

The world seems to bleed into his mouth as your life force drains. Each beat of his heart grows louder, stronger, overpowering the diminishing rhythm of your own, which slows... slows... and finally fades into silence.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY LOVES 🖤😈😘

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Thanks for reading x If you enjoyed it please like/reblog/drop a comment would love to know what you think. Until next time ❤️

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[hhhhleb]

So…do you have any in detail things about the asylum AU? Like has Lyla met all the Mk boys? And the knows they are all different?

Hi! Thanks for the question!:3

I didn’t really thought it through as I drew, but your question made me think quite hard about it for a few days haha!

I’m no psychologist and not nearly close to the level of knowledge in this sphere that requires that kind of au, so I’m really unsure of anything I can potentially write about it)) thus I’ll try to be as shallow as possible in everything that concerns mental health issues.

In this au there is no such thing as superpowers or anything supernatural. Marc&Layla are simple people in a simple mental hospital. They met and with time and lots of long conversations befriended. I know that the last point seems controversial to pt2 of my comics but,,, they builded their deep connection with each other with time. That’s how I see it at least.

Answering your questions, I think for her it’s like: sometimes this guy mumbles in Spanish and sits somewhere in the corner, sometimes he quotes some French poetry and bubbles tons of facts about Egyptology, sometimes he talks with her about everything in the world in her mother tongue, because he knows it makes her feel less anxious, feel like home. Maybe on some unconscious level she understands that there are three of them, but on a conscious level she doesn’t strictly distinguish them. It’s something like: ‘seems like today all he wants is to silently draw stories with me’ or ‘he called me ‘chérie’ so we can discuss some interesting moments in Egyptian philology’ or ‘oh there is this little worried frown on his face, he would love to braid my hair rn, it’s always soothes him’

For MKsystem(particularly for Marc) she’s just a ray of sunshine in the dark kingdom(named his ‘life’). He likes to see her happy and just be with her in a same room, likes to listen to her, to see sparkles in her eyes when he stumbles through Arabic to ask how she’s doing.

For Steven she’s a pure inspiration, he admires her sharp intelligence so much, he feels so cheered up by their crossed interests, and he really values how she genuinely likes to listen to him.

For Jake she’s someone who sees him, who respects him, someone who really cares about him. If he asks her not to touch him, she never does, but she’ll be still somewhere near so he would not feel lonely. She gives him all new pencils she finds, she asks about all lil drawings he does. And he respects her in return, when everything is too much he silently leads her to some quiet safe space, when she’s upset he gives her some vivid photos of the sandy country he got after some agressive bargaining in exchange for his things.

I’ve pondered how and why Layla got there, because for MK system it’s already clear(Harrow-with-moustaches said that Steven brought them there, ‘cause of their mom) Maybe she’s there because of her dad? Maybe she was a witness of his death(like in comics) and it changed her on some level or brought to the surface what’ve always been there. Idk I’m not really into headcanoning mental illnesses to characters,, so I guess it can remain a mystery to us)

So, all I know they’re married and make each other's days much more bearable and brighter:) There is really nothing else to do in this place except spending time with each other(it’s fun at least) so I feel like they talk a lot. Therefore Marc SIGNIFICATLY more open to her and she displays her real emotions more often, not trying to hide by some mask of a tough lady anymore. So I suppose their relationship in this au much healthier then in pre/during s1,, quite ironic innit (^^ゞ)

Well, there is still a huge field of questions in this au but I hope this little weird essay of mine made some things clearer for you:3

#moon knight #layla el faouly #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moonscarab #comics #asylum!au #i guess it’s a tag now))

[tarkalean-trekkie]

Hold on (Rewrite)

Spock x Reader

Word count ~1,700

Author note: this is a complete rewrite of a story that I started before the tornado 2 years ago. I finally took time to rewrite it! I decided to go ahead and make this one big part instead of multiple small parts, considering each little part was less than a thousand words. I hope you enjoy this, it’s dear to my heart since it’s one of my first post tornado rewrites.

Spock and reader are on an away mission, when the battery drains in their devices. After surviving a brutally cold night, Spock has a confession to make to y/n. Mild danger, with some fluff at the end.

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My hands crack from gathering berries and firewood all day. Fearing that the Enterprise would not find me before nightfall, I begin making preparations for how I will survive the night in this frigid weather. After sitting down at the campfire near the cave entrance, I hear footsteps approach. Just as I am about to grab my phaser, a familiar voice calls out.

“It would be illogical to cause harm to someone who is offering to help,” the voice says.

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Mr. Spock, I’ve never been so glad to see you.”

Spock nods, “it is fortunate that you are unharmed. Unfortunately, we will be stuck here for the night; the power from my tricorder has been drained.”

I check my phaser. “The power from my phaser has been drained as well.”

Spock glances at my hands in surprise. “You are injured, let me inspect your hands.”

“It doesn’t hurt that bad,” I fib, sitting on a rock beside him.

“I fear that you are in the beginning stages of frostbite. May I bandage your hands for you? It will not be much help to the current damage, but it could help to prevent further damage.” he replies, with an expression that would be blank to most, but I could see the slightest bit of concern.

“Oh, um, sure…” I stutter, trying to hide a blush, I had a small idea of what hand touching met to Vulcans. I gain composure and remind myself that this is strictly for medical reasoning, plus it would be illogical for my fellow, stone faced officer to make a move on me.

Spock grabs a salve and some wrap from his bag, and hands the salve for me. “You rub the salve over the frostbite, and I shall wrap them for you.”

I had to hold back a chuckle, thinking of how sensual it would be if he had to rub to salve on my hands himself. But also, would it be sensual if he saw me rubbing the salve on my hands.

“I don’t believe frostbite is very amusing Lieutenant Y/L/N,” Spock states. Perhaps my grin was a little too noticeable.

“Oh, sorry,” I state grabbing the salve, and starting to rub it on my hands (non sensually). “I was just remembering a previous conversation to distract me from the pain.”

Moments later, after I have made sure to medicate every inch of the frostbite, I hand the salve back to Spock.

“May I wrap your hands now?” he asks. I nod in response. He unravels the wrap, and lightly, grasps my wrist. “Please hold this end for me.”

I grab the end of the wrap with my thumb, and watch as he secures it, while being careful to not directly touch my hand. He then moves to the other hand, again being careful to not make any necessary hand contact.

“It is primitive, but it should suffice for now,” he states.

“Thanks,” I reply, gazing at my hands. “It’s going to be nightfall soon, do you think we should gather more firewood?”

“That will not be necessary. You do not need to further injury, and we must conserve our energy if we have any chance of survival.” Spock replies, sternly.

“What are the odds that the Enterprise finds us before we freeze to death?” I ask, realizing how dire our situation has become.

“I believe the odds are astronomical. Given how the temperature plummets after sunset, we will be lucky to survive the night,” he replies grimly.

I raise an eyebrow. “I thought that Vulcans didn’t believe in luck.”

“I don’t, however, you do. I suppose you are, as you humans say, ‘rubbing off on me,” he states.

“Seems logical to me,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders.

Spock looks around the cave for a moment. “You wouldn’t by chance have a thermal blanket in your bag? The blanket plus the amount of wood we have for the fire, could potentially be enough for our survival.”

I rummage through my bag for a moment. “I’ve got it,” I finally say, pulling the thermal blanket out. “Do you really think it will be enough?”

“Affirmative, however, for the best efficiency, we will have to sleep close to each other and share body heat,” he replies.

I turn my head to hide a blush. “If that is our best chance of survival, then I don’t have a complaint.”

We add wood to the fire, graze sparingly on the berries, and attempt to settle into sleep.

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When I awaken, I am hit with a burst of cold air, causing me to shiver violently. Something tightens its grip on me, and I soon notice that it is Spock holding onto me. I also notice that our fire has nearly been extinguished.

“Y/N, are you alright?” he asks, gazing down at me.

I shake my head. “I-I don’t know, everything f-feels cold.” My body trembles more.

He tightens his grip on me. “I am afraid that both of our body temperatures are dropping rapidly. If we do not restart the fire soon, we may surely die.” He moves to restart the fire.

“S-Spock, you’re Vulcan, you’ll freeze to death!” I cry out.

“And if I do nothing, we shall both perish, and that is not a risk that I am willing to take.” Spock removes himself from the thermal blanket, ensuring that I am still covered.

“Spock, p-please,” I barely speak.

“Y/N, please spare your strength, and don’t argue, logic dictates that I at least attempt to save us, or at least you.” An ember grows as he adds firewood, and as the light grows, I notice him begin to shake. Despite being stronger, I know Vulcans have lower cold tolerance.

My own shivers silence me, and I silently pray that he can build the fire back before freezing to death.

Warmth and fire light grow ever so slightly, and Spock manages to get the fire going, and make it back to the blanket. I wrap the blanket around us both, and he once again, wraps his arms around me.

“It may take some time for our body temperatures to regulate, but I believe the fire will last the rest of the night. Please hold on to me to stay warm,” he states.

“A-are we going to d-die?” I ask in fear.

Spock looks into my eyes. “Ashayem, I need you to listen to me. I need you to hold on to me. We will keep each other warm.”

I tremble. “It’s so cold. I don’t want to die.”

“Y/n, I promise you that everything will be alright. Do not let go, there are only a couple hours of night left. I assure you that we will survive the night, please hold on,” concern growing in his voice.

I nuzzle closer to him, hearing his heart beat rapidly in his side. “Mr. Spock, please distract me from the cold,” I barely whisper.

“And how shall I do that?” he asks.

“Tell me something sciencey, preferably about the stars. Which ones shine brightest?” I ask.

He begins to ramble about the structure of the Milky Way, the life cycle of stars, spilling facts left and right, until his voice lulls me back to sleep.

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I awaken to a beam of sunlight shining in my eye, and notice that I am no longer freezing.

Spock nudges me, “Y/n, are you awake?”

I shift to where I am no longer pressed against Spock. “We’re alive?” I ask.

“Affirmative, did I not promise you that we would survive?” he states.

I stand up, and walk to the cave entrance, sitting on a rock. The sun warms my skin, and I welcome it, gazing at the flora or this strange planet. Soon, the rock shifts, and Spock sits beside me.

I pull my legs up to my face, and rest my chin on my knees. “It sure is a beautiful planet in the daylight.”

“Not quite so beautiful as you though,” he states.

“Huh?” I gaze at him in confusion, and he looks back with the slightest smile. My heart pounds in my chest. “Y-you think I’m beautiful?”

“To me, you are the most beautiful creature in this universe,” he replies.

I press my hand to his forehead. “I think the cold made you sick, sir.”

He shakes his head, and lightly chuckles. “I assure you my health is perfectly fine.”

“So then why are you calling me beautiful?” I ask.

“Y/n, I have always found you beautiful. We were dangerously close to death last night, and I am not prepared to die without expressing how I feel about you,” he explains.

“Spock I… I don’t know what to say,” I stutter. “But I feel just the same. I’ve always admired you, your wit, your vast knowledge of things, and um… the ears.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “You like my ears? Fascinating.”

“More than the ears, I think you are quite attractive,” I state, heart still pounding.

I gaze back an forth between his eyes and his lips, and he leans into me. I breach the gap, and press my lips to his. He takes little effort to lift me onto his lap.

He breaks the kiss, and looks into my eyes. “Ashayem, you are so beautiful.”

“Ashayem, means “my love” doesn’t it?” I ask.

“Yes, it does,” he replies.

“But you are Vulcan. Do you feel love?” I ask.

“I may not express it, but I guarantee you that I feel it. You must not have any doubt that I can love. I can find you beautiful, and I can love you,” he gazes at me with his beautiful brown eyes.

“I-I love you too, T’hy’la,” I reply.

His eyes widen slightly. “You have been studying about Vulcan?”

I nod my head. He smiles, and kisses me once more, this time with a little more passion.

“Kirk to Spock can you read me?” Spock’s tricorder speaks.

“Spock to Kirk, I hear you loud and clear,” he replies.

“Do you have Y/n with you?,” Captain Kirk asks.

Spock seats me back on the rock, stands and helps me stand. He lightly kisses the side of my head before replying, “Affirmative Captain, two to beam up.”

Once we made it back to the Enterprise, Spock was adamant that I get my frostbite checked out in medical, while still Trying not to seem suspiciously overprotective. I had a feeling that it would not be long until Doctor McCoy fished all the details out of me

#star trek #mr spock #spock #spock tos #spock x reader #mr. spock #st: tos #star trek fanfiction #Mr Spock x reader #Spock fanfic #leonard nimoy spock

[pleasingforharry]

moans and elevator music was so gooddd! can we get a part 2 bestie? I love this story sm :))

anything for you guys ;)

PART ONE

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I made it to the fashion department, making CLOTHES for PLEASING. It was the dream. As well as being the CEO's girlfriend... lover... something? We haven't really talked much about it because we just enjoyed each other's company.

I had asked Harry to keep whatever we were doing between us because I didn't want any bad blood with my coworkers. Some were really nice, like my new friend Hannah, but others were just straight up bitchy. They didn't like me from the start, and I knew if they found out about me and Harry, I would constantly be the talk of the whole building.

Harry didn't like it, but I avoided long eye contact with him when we were around others. Even though he was so obvious in wanting my attention, I couldn’t let others know that I yearned for the same thing. But being distant towards Harry really ticked him off. So, during meetings, he'd call on my name a lot so I was forced to answer directly to him. Most people thought it was him testing how good of a worker I was because I was new, but I was aware of his tactics.

"Y/N, come help me with measurements, real quick," One of my coworkers, Justin, waved me over. I laid down the fabric and scissors I was cutting with before maneuvering around tables to Justin’s station. He smiled sweetly and motioned for the spot next to him. “I can’t hold this still and measure alone. Can you keep these corners together?” He asked.

“Of course,” I shrugged, doing just as he asked. His eyes lingered on me for a long second before he moved away to use his ruler to measure and jot numbers down on his notepad.

I let him do his work without interrupting, just humming. I glanced over at the clock and noticed that I had about thirty minutes until my lunch break. After doing many many fittings and measurements, I was starving. And also excited because I knew who I got to spend my lunch with.

Harry and I usually cooped up in his office because it was too risky to eat at the rooftop food court where most of the building went to eat. He did try to take me out to some fancy restaurant that was too expensive for his workers to afford, but I was simple when it came to lunch. 

So, I just ate my sandwich and enjoyed Harry’s company in his lovely office.

“Hey Y/N,” Justin started, catching my attention. I hummed for him to continue, looking his way. He glanced an eye at me, but weirdly shot his attention back to the fabric on the table. “I was wondering, though we’re basically together all day but haven’t had the chance to hang out and talk, I thought we’d have lunch together today.”

I blinked at Justin’s offer. “Oh, that’s nice of you. Yeah, I’m totally down,” I shrugged. His face suddenly lit up at my answer.

“Wait, really?”

“Uh.. yeah, why not?” I squinted my eyes at him. I was fairly social to my coworkers, especially Justin because we spend so much time together.

He dropped his ruler on the table to face me. “I don’t know. I never see you at the rooftop during lunch so I just assumed you go out with a friend everyday.” I sighed in relief that he didn’t know I was actually with Harry. 

It would’ve been a bitch to explain why I was in his office everyday for lunch. It was almost a myth that a worker could ever be friendly with Harry. He was strictly everyone’s boss.

“You’re right, but lucky for you, she’s out of town so I’m available for lunch. I actually haven’t been to the food court in a long time,” I fibbed. Justin smiled and nodded.

“I’ll be your tour guide then.”

“Great.”

Harry wouldn’t mind having one lunch break alone.

When Justin and I finished up our work, we still had ten minutes until we could go to lunch. I decided to head to Harry’s office first to break the news to him, just so he wasn’t searching the whole building looking for me and causing a scene like I know he would.

I gave my usual rhythmic knocks to announce my identity to Harry before he yelled a nasty remark. I’ve learned the hard way that he wasn’t a fan of his workers bothering him at all. Especially when he was busy and in a pissy mood.

“Come in, beautiful. And lock the doors, I don’t need anyone interrupting my only alone time with you.” I giggled and twisted the knobs to open both doors to his office. Harry was behind his computer with his brows furrowed at the screen. His god-made hands, circled in familiar rings, typed roughly on the keyboard. “Let me just finish this message, then I’m all yours.”

“Take your time,” I waved him off while shutting the doors and locking them behind me before making my way to his sofa. He had a brown loveseat diagonal to a chaise. Another sofa without a back sat across from the chaise.

“Where do you think your going?” Harry suddenly stopped me, glancing in my direction. I stared at him confusedly as I pointed to his seating area. “On my lap. You know better than that, pretty girl.”

“I’ll wait until you’re done,” I shook my head, taking another step to his sofa.

Harry rolled his eyes and brought his attention to his computer. “You have three seconds.”

“Stop being an ass,” I crossed my arms.

“I’m your boss, baby,” he smirked, tearing his eyes away from the screen to look at me. “And I gave you mind blowing head this morning, so I think I deserve the right to be bossy to you.”

He was right, with the mind blowing head part. It was surreal.

I jokingly shrugged, walking over to Harry. “That’s kind of an overstatement. I’ve had better,” I smirked. I waited for Harry to comment, but he stayed quiet, continuing to type on his keyboard. “Nothing to say?”

“Nope, just like you when I was devouring your cunt,” he simply responded. I scoffed as I met him behind his desk and flicked the side of his head. He laughed and swiftly pulled me onto his lap with my back to his chest. “It’s okay, baby, you don’t have to praise my godly work.”

I huffed and leaned back into him with my head against his shoulder so he could see past me. His arms were on each side of me, finishing up his message and using the mouse to send the email.

“Fuck, I’m so tired of these people not knowing how to do their fucking job sometimes,” Harry complained, shutting off his computer. “It’s your lunch break?”

“Not yet,” I checked his watch as his arms wrapped themselves around me. One of his hands came for my neck to squeeze and tilt to the side so he could bring his lips to my jaw.

“Oh alright, then what can I do for you, baby?” He asked, laying tender kisses to his favorite spots while his other hand ran down to rub unashamedly between my legs.

“I was just gonna tell you that I won’t be here for my lunch because my coworker invited me to have it with him on the rooftop,” I answered, trying to hide the light moan that threatened to come out as his finger circled the outline of the area he knew all too well.

Harry suddenly stopped his movements. I tried to turn my head to look at him.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Him?” He drew out. I scoffed and hit his shoulder.

“Calm down, I can have lunch with other men in a friendly manner,” I laughed.

He suddenly slapped my cunt over my pants, and as I jumped, his hand went to my stomach to push me back against him as he expected my reaction.

“Watch it, Y/N,” his voice dropped in my ear. “Who is it?”

“Justin, remember him? We’re always together—“

“Whoa, always? I’ve never seen or heard of this man,” Harry grumbled.

“That’s because you have thousands of workers in this building. But that’s okay, you can trust him. He’s very nice to me,” I smiled.

Those probably weren’t the right words to use because Harry’s hand around my neck squeezed tightly, causing me to gasp.

“And I was very nice and trustworthy and then we ended up fucking in an elevator,” he argued darkly in my ear. If his obvious jealously wasn’t becoming entertaining to egg on, I would’ve been clenching my walls instantly in his mercy.

“But I was also very attracted to you, Mr. Styles,” I smirked, turning my body so I was now sat sitting across his lap. I met eyes with Harry before dropping to his cherry lips.

“Call me that again and you’ll be bent over this desk,” he seethed before using his grip on my neck to bring our lips together. He was rough and dominant as his tongue immediately plunged into my mouth and explored the area. I moaned loudly and wrapped my arms around his neck to keep us close.

Harry’s other hand was back slithering between my clenched thighs to rub aggressively against my heat. I accidentally rutted against his fingers and grabbed his wrist as he teased me.

We both pulled away slightly as our lips brushed each other while we caught our breath. I let out a long moan and shut my eyes momentarily to enjoy the twitching pleasure between my legs. “Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath.

I fluttered my eyes open and looked at Harry because he didn’t tease my vulnerability. His brows were deeply furrowed, stuck in his own thoughts. He was floaty as his eyes stared blankly at my exposed chest. I knew he wasn’t fully here because he didn’t drool at them like he usually would.

He was just making this too easy.

I moved from his lap to sit across from him, on top of his desk. He finally pulled himself out of his trance to watch me confusedly. I motioned him with my finger to come closer as I widened my legs. His eyes flickered from my covered area to my chest to my face.

He followed my command and got up from his chair to stand close against me. I grabbed the back of his head to engulf us in another messy kiss. His hand went back to my neck and squeezed the sides with his rings indenting.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked innocently against his lips.

“Just thinking about all the positions I’m gonna have you in after your little lunch date,” he answered nonchalantly with a sly smirk. My eyes slightly widened from his blunt response, but then fell hooded in desire. I liked playing his games.

“Oh alright, well I hope there isn’t another power outage while Justin and I head upstairs. Who knows what could happen, right?” I whispered before kissing him once more. He didn’t return the gesture as he scoffed.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He tilted his head at me with a flared nose.

“I mean, I don’t know if we’ll have time to do all your little fantasies because I might be stuck in the elevator with him… alone,” I slurred the last word. “And it gets hot in there easily so I might have to take a few layers off, you know?”

Harry didn’t speak, just stared darkly in my eyes. My eye contact wasn’t so good, but I couldn’t back down now.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he demanded, backing away from me and sitting back in his chair. “I don’t think I’ve made it clear enough that every part of your pretty body is mine. And I don’t fucking share.”

I bit my lip to contain the hard moan I wanted to let out from his dark words. Maybe it was the suit or the fact I had the CEO of Pleasing claiming me and only me.

“Yes, Mr. Styles,” I nodded, hopping off his desk and down to my knees. He was quick to unzip himself and slide both his tight pants and boxers down to his ankles.

My mouth instantly dropped from my favorite sight. Harry’s ring-clad hand circled his hard and thick cock, groaning at the simple contact.

“You don’t understand how fucking hard I was all day thinking about you,” he rolled his lips inwards as he moaned and bucked in his hand. “Just your smile and sweet voice was enough to do this to me. Do you get how obsessed I am about you, pretty girl?”

He wasn’t able to keep his hard bitchy persona for long. I liked that I had him wrapped around my finger, and we were both aware of that.

I took of my blouse that had buttons running down the middle and slid it off my shoulders to expose my black laced bra. Harry’s eyes widened and made his jaw fall ajar.

“You’re just asking for your tits to get brutally fucked with them hanging out like that, Y/N.” I looked down at them and realized they were actually spilling out. I adjusted my bra so they were tucked back in. “Good girl.”

“You need to control yourself.”

“And how would you suppose I do that when you’re around me? You’re lucky I didn’t slam you against the wall and kiss you when I saw you in the hallway earlier,” He laughed. 

We both knew how hard he was holding back when we saw each other because he had to clench his fist and advert his eyes to the side. I thought it he wanted to say ‘hi’ but I told him to not treat me so nicely around the building. Turns out, he actually wanted to kiss me.

I blushed and looked down at my legs. Harry leaned forward to grab my chin and tilt it up so our eyes met. He had a gentle smile on his face as he ran his thumb along my cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, my love. I can’t believe you’re mine,” He spoke his thoughts out loud. I was about to respond, but my mouth instantly shut when his expression grew dark. His smile turned into a devilish smirk. “And I can’t wait to fuck your mouth and bruise your throat like only I can do. Come here and take me all the way, pretty girl,” He said, letting go of my chin and leaning back into his chair. He released his cock and held both armrest as he watched my every move intensely.

I nodded and moved so I was in between his legs with his cock right in front of me.

“You’re so big, Mr. Styles,” I whispered, grabbing his cock and laying gentle kisses along the whole length. “The biggest I’ve ever seen.” I was very aware of Harry’s size kink and how much he loved that his length always had my eyes widened like I was seeing it for the first time.

“Yeah? Are you gonna gag around me, baby?” He lifted a brow at me. I nodded and bit my lip. “Good girl, let me feel your hot tongue lick me good.”

Just like he asked, my tongue darted out and licked him from the base to the tip before kissing his opening. I did that multiple times so my hand could stroke my saliva around his whole length. Harry sighed and fluttered his eyes closed.

I spit on him so my hand moved more smoothly as I stroked him faster. His legs twitched besides me from the new pace. I kissed and licked each inch of his cock around my strokes so he was getting attention all over. My eyes flicked up at his face to see the bottom of his chin as his head had been thrown back. 

“Y/N, I need to be in your mouth. I can’t... fuck... I need you—“

“I know, baby, I know.”

“So bad,” He tried not to whimper but it was obvious he was desperate.

My other hand rested on his thigh so I could push myself up and hover over his lap. He swiftly collected my hair into a ponytail so it was out of my face and he could see what I was about to do to him.

I gave his cock a few more strokes, earning low moans from him, before circling his tip in my mouth. I instantly started sucking as I sunk lower. Harry groaned and clenching the armrests to stop himself from thrusting in my mouth. My tongue circled his length and traced his veins.

“God, baby. Keep going, I know you can,” He encouraged me with a soft push at the back of my head. I hummed and took more of his cock, feeling his tip brush my walls and stretch my mouth. I relaxed my throat as the familiar feeling of an incoming gag arose.

Harry finally let out a loud moan and lifted his hips to feel the back of my throat. I gripped his thighs with both hands to keep myself balance. The first time I ever had Harry in my mouth was a struggle because he was fucking huge and he said, and I quote, ‘can’t hold back, you feel too fucking good in my mouth’, so he kept thrusting himself deeper. That day at work was horrible because it hurt to swallow, even my saliva, and my voice didn’t hide that I obviously had a cock in my mouth, so I got weird stares from everyone.

I felt Harry’s other free hand hold the side of my jaw softly and let me control how fast I bobbed on his cock. He just watched and didn’t hold back his eargasm moans. 

My jaw started to hurt from how long I was sucking and moving up and down. Harry leaned his head to the side to watch me slide all the way out of his mouth and leave a strand of drool. I sat back on my heels and licked my bottom lip as I caught my breath.

Harry held his cock in his hand and stroked slowly. “You look so pretty when you’re spend like that,” He smirked. “How’s your mouth feel? Can’t take anymore?” His toned turned to concern. 

“Just need a second, I’m gonna have you shooting down my throat soon. Just watch,” I tested him as seductively as I could, even though I was breathing harshly. His smirk grew wider.

“Open,” He demanded, sticking his thumb into my mouth and pushing my jaw down. “If you want my come down your throat, you’re gonna have to let me fuck your mouth,” He said with a slight moan at the end. His hand was moving faster on his cock and I knew he was close.

“Can you be quick? I have a lunch date to make,” I wiggled my brows at him. Harry rolled his eyes and brushed off my remark. I frowned slightly as I had hoped to rile him up more.

“You know what you do when you want me to stop?” He asked, gently. I pinched his thigh and he nodded. “Good girl. Don’t worry about my pleasure. If it hurts, stop me immediately. I’m serious, Y/N.”

“I know, only I can take you like this,” I smiled. He instantly returned one.

“That’s right, baby. Only you can handle my cock fucking your pretty little mouth.”

I stood back on my knees and held his thighs, bringing my face close to his cock. Harry pushed my head down so he could slide himself into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked in a breath through my nose and steadied myself.

He sighed in pleasure as his muscles down his legs tightened. He lifted his hips and thrusted once into my mouth to test the waters.

“Good?” I nodded and waited for him to keep going. That was all he needed before his hips snapped up in a quick pace. I couldn’t even process his cock hitting the back of my throat because it would leave so fast, just to be pushed back in.

Harry’s breaths got deeper and sounded strained as his head rested back against his chair. We met eyes for a brief second when Harry wanted to watch his cock disappear in my mouth. But as soon as he looked down at me with very fuckable eyes, he groaned and bucked his hips higher. 

My nails gripped into his thighs, causing claw marks for only me to see. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good,” Harry praised me with a scattered breath. I hummed and sent euphoric vibrations up his cock. That was probably not a good idea on my part because his thrusts became sloppy and started hitting different spots in my throat.

My eyes started to water as I tried to hold back a gag, but it was becoming so difficult. He wasn’t slowing down and his cock was annoying long. Harry’s hand tightened in my hair, and I used that as a hint that he was about to be close. And his cock twitched every other thrust in my mouth.

I was uncomfortably wet and needed to get off just as much as him. I found one of the chair legs bump my leg as Harry couldn’t stop thrusting forward, pushing the chair closer to me. An idea sparked when I happen to unconsciously rut my cunt into one of the chair legs.

Making sure I didn’t move too far, I moved my other leg to the other side of the chair leg so I could sink down on it and began to slowly ride the rough texture.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Fuck me,” He whined, before biting his soft lower lip. He tried to contain his loud moans, that I know and miss all too much, as his thrusts slowed down but continued to hit deep in my throat.

I rode the chair leg faster, trying to get myself off almost the same time as him, but my pants were in the way of complete pleasure. My eyes squeezed shut as I let out a puff of air through my nose.

Harry’s thrusts suddenly stopped and my head was tilted to the side that his cock slipped out my mouth. I let out a rough breath that stung my sore throat.

“Are you riding the chair leg, Y/N?” Harry asked, devilishly.

My shoulders tensed from his tone and I paused my movements, cautiously looking up at him. When our eyes met, Harry had the smuggest smirk plastered on his lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m so wet right now and I was going to wait until you—”

“I didn’t say stop. Keep going,” Harry interrupted me, pointing his eyes back to the chair leg. “I want to watch my needy girl ride the chair while she waits to be filled with my cock.” I could’ve came just from his dark words. My walls clenched around nothing as I positioned myself back on the chair leg.

My lips curled into a replicated smirk. “Yes, Mr. Styles.” Harry watched intensely and used his free hand to stroke his cock slowly. As soon as my covered area slid up the length of the leg and back down to the wheel, I let out a slurred moan and dug my nails back into his thighs.

“Go a little faster, baby. Not gonna get off at that speed,” Harry encouraged me, reaching for my neck again and squeezing the sides. For some reason, he had an odd obsession with holding my neck, no matter what. When we simply kissed, he’d bring us closer by my neck. We’d have a normal conversation, and if we were alone, his hand would find my neck and stay there with a gentle hold.

I nodded rapidly and quickened my hips. My eyes watched Harry’s other hand stroke himself, very close to release from how red and drippy his tip was.

“Where do you want me, angel?” He asked, referring to his heavy load that was about to squirt out.

“Mouth, I want to taste you so bad. Please, Mr. Styles,” I whined with a pout before licking my bottom lip. Harry’s jaw fell agape as he watched me.

“Fuck, Y/N. The things I want to do to you...” He groaned, fastening his hand and lifting his hips slightly. “Open up, baby. I’m ready for you.”

I did as he asked, also sticking my tongue out so he could shoot right down my throat. Harry’s stomach clenched and his legs twitched. He pointed his tip to my mouth and ropes of his warm come hit its target. I tried to swallow all of it, but it was thick and sticky so it took multiple gulps to get it all down.

“Let me see,” Harry demanded, still coming down from his high. I paused my movements and leaned forward to show him my empty mouth. I stuck my tongue out and squirmed it, earning a chuckle and his tongue to envelope us in a messy kiss. 

My hips went back to riding the chair leg, and I knew my panties were going to have the biggest wet spot. Harry pulled back first to look down at my body rolling under him. He smiled at me and kissed my lips again.

“You want me to take care of that, baby? Need me to help you finish?” I nodded quickly, whimpering a degrading ‘please’. “Stand up, pretty girl.” My hips couldn’t stop as I was chasing sparks of pleasure, so I had to motion for Harry to help me.

He laughed and grabbed my waist, lifting me to my feet. I whined at the disconnection and instantly climbed on top of him to hover his limp cock. He rolled circles on my sides, watching me amusingly.

“You’re so needy for me, Y/N. You want to ride my cock just like that chair leg, don’t you?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side teasingly. I would’ve denied his accusations just because of my pride, but my cunt was begging to be filled.

I nodded and grabbed his face to pull us into a rough kiss. I lowered myself on his cock and slowly moved my hips to rile him up with me.

“Please, Harry,” I whispered in his mouth, bringing my chest closer to him.

“Awww, it’s okay, baby. I got you. Come on,” He said, before he suddenly stood up and held me in his arms. My legs wrapped around him and crossed my feet together. He glanced down to step out of his pants and boxers before walking, naked waist down, to his sofa. “I’ve been thinking about you riding me all day. You just read my mind.”

When he reached the sofa, he set me down on the ground before moving around me to sit. I stood there, confusedly. He smirked and scanned his eyes down my body. If I wasn’t confident that he just eye-fucked me, I would’ve covered myself with my arms.

“Take it all off, then come sit where you belong,” He commanded me, releasing himself from his blazer. “And give me your panties. I just know they’re completely soaked. I need to see it for myself.”

“Okay,” I mumbled, quickly sliding my pants and panties down at the same time. I noticed the wet spot immediately and blushed in embarrassment. Harry’s eyes lit in excitement when I threw it to him before continuing to undress myself.

His nose pushed into the wet spot and he let out a low moan. He took another whiff and smiled proudly. I rolled my eyes before unclipping my bra.

“Look at those perfect tits. So beautiful, baby.” I smiled shyly and quietly thanked him. 

When I was completely nude, Harry motioned for me over with his now stood tall cock. My mouth almost watered at the sight. I didn’t waste another second to climb on top of him and hover over his lap. I looked down at his eyes and smiled.

“Go ahead and use me as you please. This cock is yours, baby,” He whispered before connecting his mouth where my collar met my neck. “No one can use it but you. You own it. You own me, baby.” I whimpered and arched to bring our bodies together. My chest met his, warm and soft, as his arms wrapped around me, and I immediately felt safe.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I lined his cock with my entrance and my hips lowered. “Oh fuck, Harry,” I gasped, grabbing one of his shoulders. He groaned before rolling his lips inwards and resting his head on the sofa. I felt every stretch his cock did to my walls, even though it wasn’t the first time I was inside him. 

“You’re so tight, baby, so good,” His hands wandered down to the curve of my ass and squeezed both cheeks. “Take your time, don’t push yourself,” He whispered. I nodded and went down slower until I was fully sat on him.

We stayed like that with our foreheads touching until I got used to his size. My hips slowly rolled on his lap and his breathing picked up as he was finally feeling some stimulation. He watched between us and moaned.

“Fuck me,” He whimpered at the sight.

I switched to bouncing on him, his tip almost sliding out before I sucked all of him back in as I dropped down. My tits moved to the rhythm and Harry leaned forward to grasp a nipple in his mouth. I pushed his head closer as he sucked harshly before circling his tongue around my whole breast.

My head fell back as my eyes shut closed to enjoy the pleasure. I sucked in sharp breaths, but my throat still stung from his cock in my mouth earlier.

I clenched tightly around him as I felt that familiar feeling from earlier and I knew my release was close. Harry’s cock twitched inside of me, warning his own release right behind me.

“Can you help me?” I asked softly, already feeling my legs wanting to give out. And my thighs lost most of its strength from before. Harry pulled himself off my breast and nodded with a smile.

“Of course, my love.” His hands moved to my hips and he slid down the sofa so he could thrust himself up and meet my bounce. I wrapped my arms fully around him and laid my head in his neck. I planted kisses along a trail of his veins. 

Harry spread my ass cheeks, causing a slight stretch to my other hole. I groaned in his shoulder and clenched harder around him. He slapped my cheeks with each thrust, making the overall noise even louder. 

I shouldn’t have cared who heard because it wasn’t like they could fire me for fucking the CEO, but I was still a little self-conscious about what people thought about me. Every stare I received made me immediately think that they knew Harry and I were together, how they heard or saw us, and how they were now spreading rumors.

“Y/N, you okay, baby?” I heard Harry ask, pulling me out my thoughts. I moved my head so it was now in front of him and I could stare at his pleasure-filled face. His mouth was slightly opened and his nose was flared from his hard breaths.

“Yeah, sorry. Just thinking,” I nodded, realizing my hips had slowed their movements so I jumped right back to the old speed.

Harry’s brows furrowed, “Are you sure? What happened?”

“I was just thinking that people walking by can hear us and they’ll probably think it’s me,” I confessed. Harry’s lips suddenly curled into a smirk.

Before I could ask what he was thinking, his hands grabbed my hips and held them still before he thrusted harshly into me. My gasped got stuck in my throat as he pounded his cock into me. 

As he thrusted, he let out the loudest moan and groaned my name. My eyes widened and my hand slapped over his mouth. His brows wiggled at my warning look. He grabbed my hand and moved it away before yelling out another, “God Y/N, your cunt is so fucking tight. Mmmm baby, fuck me.”

“Harry, st-stop,” I stuttered from his cock literally in my stomach. My release was close as my incoming scold faltered and came in another moan. I grabbed his shoulders and steadied myself.

“I know you’re close, you won’t stop clenching me. You’re suffocating me, baby,” He whined and closed his eyes. “Please come around my cock. God, I need to feel you, Y/N. Give it to me.”

How could I say no to that?

“Are you close?” I asked as my head fell back into his neck from my lose of strength.

“So fucking close. You’re so beautiful, my love, and you feel so good. I can’t stop,” He whined, referring to his brutal thrusts into me. His hips were moving rapidly, and each thrust was a hit to my clit, which only had my hand covering my mouth to contain myself. “Y/N, take your hand away from your mouth, right now. Let me hear what I’m doing to you, baby. Tell me how good the cock you own is making you feel.”

“Please,” was all I could muster up as my legs wobbled. “I’m gonna come, Harry. I need... fuck, please.” He wrapped his arms around my body and held me tight against him.

“I got you, baby, don’t worry. You can come, I’m not letting you go,” he circled his hand around my back. That was enough for me to come hard. I bit his shoulder and cried out a muffled moan.

Harry’s thrusts slowed down but became sloppier as he was close behind. I knew he needed a little encouragement to reach his release.

I turned my head to the side to brush my lips against his ear. “Please come in me, Harry. You’re so deep, I can feel you in my stomach. I can’t take it, I need you so bad.”

“Oh fuck,” He moaned, thrusting up once more and releasing himself inside me. He slowly pumped his hips as he rode it out. 

Our breathing came in sync as we felt each other’s heart rates slow down. One of Harry’s hand slid between my ass cheeks to my cunt, where he was still deep inside me. He circled his finger against my lips before spreading them open.

I whimpered at the sensitive touch, flinching but rutting at the pleasure. My toes slightly curled as I tucked myself closer in his neck.

“Kiss me?” He asked. I pulled myself back to his face and smiled. “My beautiful girl. All mine.” I giggled before smashing our lips together. His hand still decided to wander, outlining my cunt and his cock.

Our kiss was simple as we were both spent. I grabbed his jaw with both of my hands to keep his lips on mine. I was still full of his cock and dripping come, and I knew I should’ve ran to the bathroom, but just kissing him so innocently like that had me in a chokehold. 

“Stay with me forever?” He pulled his lips back slightly to whisper. 

“Of course,” I nodded and bumped my nose with his. “Why would I give up a hot sugar daddy so easily?” I joked, earning a hard slap to my ass cheek.

“Watch it,” He growled. I shrugged and kissed him again. 

It was until I was brought back to reality. 

My eyes widened and shot around the room. “Wait, what time is it?” I panicked, searching for some kind of clock. Harry looked at his watch and immediately smirked. “What?”

“I don’t think ol’ Jacob will be getting that lunch date.” I grabbed his arm and looked at the time. It was half past my lunch break, and I knew Justin was already up there waiting for me.

“Oh my god, stop calling it a date,” I grumbled, hitting him in the shoulder. “I need to go.” I waited for Harry to release his arms from around me, but he didn’t budge. He only slapped my sensitive ass cheek, causing a whimper out of me.

“I’ll buy you lunch. Just stay here, please.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but he just stared back at me. “Harry, let me go. It’s not fair to Justin if I just ditch him for lunch.”

Harry shrugged and gripped me tighter. “I’ll pay for his lunch then. Will that make you feel better?”

“No, it won’t. I’ll see you after work, okay?”

“We always eat lunch together. It’s our only time at work we have alone,” He argued with a pout.

I squished his cheeks and laughed. “You just had your cock down my throat then deep in my cunt. I think we’ve had some good quality time alone today.” He couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“Fine, whatever. Go eye-fuck your little boyfriend and leave me here,” He sighed dramatically, finally releasing me.

“Goodbye, Mr. Styles,” I chuckled, kissing him once more before getting up to quickly put my clothes back on. He just stayed on the sofa, cock out, and watched me. “Aren’t you gonna get dress and eat?”

He shrugged, laying his head back and closing his eyes. I furrowed my brows at him and stalked over while sliding my pants up my legs.

“What’s going on with you? Are you really that upset?”

“No, I’m fine,” He answered unconvincingly. I gave him a bored look when he opened his eyes to stare at me. “You’re so pretty, have I ever told you that?”

I settled back in my original spot on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. He gladly held me and tilted his head up as I hovered over him. I planted a soft kiss on his lips before sighing.

“I don’t know if you’ve realized by now but I really really like you, and wouldn’t even consider looking at guys in any kind of way because you, mister, are the only one I want,” I explained, poking his nose. “So, while Justin will be captivated over my amazing features and personalities, you can sit here smug because you’ll be on my mind the entire time. And I’m not just thinking about your monstrous cock—“

“Hey—“

“But I’ll be thinking about what an amazing guy you are and how lucky I was to be stuck in that elevator with you. You said it yourself, I’m yours and you don’t share.”

He finally smiled and nodded. “And I’m yours.”

“Good, because I can get real possessive,” I joked, pushing my forehead against his. “Can I go have lunch now? I’m starving.”

“Yeah, of course. Ignore me, I’m just being stupid,” He brushed it off.

“I think it’s cute. And tomorrow, me, you, lunch, and some tasty sandwiches.”

“It’s a date.”

-

cute!

#harrystyles #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #harry styles x yn #harry styles blurb #ceo!harry #ceorry #harry styles au

[notsoattractivearenti]

Goodbye, Summer (Christian Pulisic x Reader)

Song Inspo: Summer Love - One Direction (listening to the song while reading is highly recommended!)

WC: 2.7K

Warnings: cursing, angst

A/N: after a few months i finally finished this fic!!! this is my first christian angst it felt kinda strange to write one for him lol and just so y'all know i haven't been able to write angst with a happy ending so, be aware. and the start of the ‘summer love’ is a lot different than usual hopefully not too weird for your liking tho. also this wasn't proofread, sorry if this turns out to be shit. anw hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any grammatical errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

–

“Cause you were mine for the summer

Now we know it's nearly over

Feels like snow in September

But I always will remember”

—

Summer has come to an end. Well, technically summer hasn’t ended yet – but Christian had to move to Italy and this move wasn’t exactly planned but quite expected – so yeah, to me, summer is about to end. And the moment Christian hops on the plane, there goes my summer of love. It was fun while it lasted – though I wish it would never end.

Christian told me he was leaving just a few days prior. He had been back to the States two days after the end of the Premier League season and ever since we had been spending the summer together. I knew this was coming as we agreed we would only be together for the summer but I didn’t think it would be this hard.

—

I met him through a mutual friend last year when he was briefly in Florida to visit his family and friends for Christmas. I still had a boyfriend at the time – even though my relationship ended the very next day, it was already broken to begin with – so we became strictly friends and I had no intentions on dating him. Jokes on me, because I had caught feelings for him but I was so wounded by the heartbreak I wasn’t even aware of it. He did catch feelings too, though he thought I needed time to process the breakup so confessing his feelings wouldn’t be appropriate.

I didn’t want a serious relationship for a while – or so I thought – therefore I didn’t even think of dating since my last one. Christian and I would sometimes text each other, but it wasn’t a constant thing. We hadn’t really seen each other in person since because of the distance, but I watched every match he played and usually texted him to give my support before the match.

One night within the second week of May, he told me by text that he was going back to Florida for summer break and looking forward to spending the rest of the summer with me. I thought to myself: why would he spend his short break with me? I responded to him by asking why just me and not his friends and family, hoping he would say something funny and odd like he always does and instead he said something I didn’t see coming.

“Because I like you and I want to be with you.”

My heart stopped the second I saw that text. Christian… Likes me? My goodness, what an oblivious idiot I had been. I was deeply wounded by my past I didn’t see what was going on in front of me the whole time. I didn’t know what else to say and I accidentally left his text on read that night.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“I’ve freaked you out haven’t I? Fuck I’m sorry!!!” 

Oh shit. I woke up to those unread messages from Christian – I just remembered I hadn’t texted him back last night. I immediately tried to reply but as my thumbs touched the screen to type, no words came to mind. I honestly didn’t know how to react, if I tell him I’m not looking for a relationship would it hurt him?

“I…”

“Christian…”

“If you want a relationship, I don’t know if I’m the right person for you…”

I locked my phone screen right after I sent those messages. I hoped I wasn’t being too harsh to him, but being put in this position was so overwhelming and I didn’t know what else to say. I just… I wasn’t ready. And I couldn’t tell when I would be. Not to mention he lives thousands of miles away from me and I didn’t think I could handle the distance.

An hour later, I finally heard back from Christian.

“I get it and I respect that.”

“What if we just… Be together for the summer?”

“We don’t have to think about what’s gonna happen after. Just be in the moment… You and me.”

I gave that idea of his a thought – a not-so-long thought because I was assuming I didn’t have enough time. I’d admit, while I found it interesting, I couldn’t help but wonder: would it be worth it? Would someone get hurt at the end?

Before the day ended, I finally made up my mind.

“Okay. I’m in…”

“But just for the summer.”

“And only if nobody is gonna get hurt.”

—

When he arrived, I was the one who picked him up at the airport. We absolutely spent our summer together everyday – there wasn’t a day that went by without him by my side and vice versa. He invited me to spend some time with his family and friends on their boats, and I had him spending time with mine on either the beach or my family’s home.

We were well aware we only had each other for the summer, thus we made sure every moment counts no matter how little or big it might be. We knew once this summer ends it also marks the end of our time together and go back to live our own separate lives. I didn’t want to think about what will happen next – I just want to live in the moment.

The more I spend my time with him, the stronger my feelings grow. It’s been messing up my mind, but I couldn’t let it ruin my summer. This was the best summer I’ve ever had in a long time, and I would not take it for granted. The memories we were creating throughout will forever live on in my head.

—

In the middle of our “summer of love”, Christian came to an agreement with AC Milan, and by that his time in Chelsea had come to an end and he had to relocate to Italy. And the club wanted him to join them for preseason, meaning his summer break had to be cut off sooner than he planned.

When he broke the news, I was stunned – not that I wasn’t happy about his move to Milan, I just needed time to process it. I also wasn’t ready for our summer to be over, but the circumstances forced us to cut our time short. It was pretty saddening for us that we unfortunately had to burst our little bubble.

“So… That’s it for us then?” I carefully asked.

“Let’s just not talk about it.” He refused.

I didn’t want to cause a fight at the time, so I agreed to let it go.

The entire time, I felt like I had to walk on eggshells around him. But eventually I couldn’t do that forever. You can't escape the reality no matter how much you want to.

—

Christian was packing his bags as he had a flight to catch the next morning. Yes, I couldn’t emphasize enough that we know our whatever-you-called-ship is coming to an end. In every hello there is a goodbye, right? But why does this feel so hard?

We have tried really hard not to mention anything about the fact that our summer love will be over soon but it is an inevitable topic. There is no way we can escape the conversation, especially on our very last day together. And I have to be the one to bring this up because Christian clearly didn’t want to – he might be the one who suggested the idea, but he is the one who is more in denial.

“Chris, you know we both have to say something, don’t you?” I tried to start the conversation.

“Can we not? Please.” He whimpered.

“We have to.” I insisted.

He kept packing in silence, not wanting to talk about the painful reality. I was sitting on the corner of his bed while he was standing across from me, avoiding eye contact since I started talking. He was looking down all the time – organizing his belongings – and not once he took even a little glance at me. I looked closely at his face, paying attention to every little detail I could. His face was red, eyes were puffy and watery, lips were tight – it was obvious to me he was trying so hard not to cry.

“So are you just going to freeze me out the entire time or?” Still no answer from him. 

I went and sat a lot closer to him and he tried to look away.

“Stop it, please! At least just look at my fucking eyes if you don’t want to fucking speak!”

And suddenly I saw tears running down on his face. He couldn’t hold them back anymore – his heart was completely shattered and it was obvious he was nowhere near ready to face the harsh reality.

“Chris… Listen…”

“Why can’t you change your mind?”

He asked a question that got me startled.

“What is it about me and the time that we had that made you certain you still don’t want a relationship?” His voice was trembling.

It took me a while to even say one fucking word to him. I felt like the worst person on earth for breaking the sweetest man’s heart. And to be honest, I broke my own heart too – and I was really trying my hardest to conceal it from him.

“Chris, you were the one who said, and I quote, “just be together for the summer”! I was being so clear I didn’t want a relationship yet you still offered me that. There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s just… I’m not ready. And I don’t know when I will be again.” I desperately tried to explain myself to him but I seemed to upset him even more.

“Yeah, right.” He shook his head and smacked his lips. “Whatever you say.”

I sighed.

“Chris… Please, why won’t you believe me?” I asked him quietly.

“I don’t buy your bullshit anymore.” He replied coldly, while wiping his tears.

Now done packing, he grabbed the car keys and put most of his belongings in the trunk.

I still wanted to have more conversation – about us, specifically – but after he was done with his stuff, he refused.

“I’m tired and I have an early flight to catch tomorrow. I think I should just go to sleep right now.” He said as he walked into his room.

“Yeah, of course...” I responded.

I tried to softly grab his hand but he swung his arm further away from me.

“See you tomorrow, Chris. Goo-”

He slammed the door on my face before I got to tell him goodnight. At the moment, I thought to myself: oh no, he really hates me.

—

The next morning I drove Christian to the airport. He was going to Milan with his dad and he was meeting him at the airport. On the way there, we didn’t really talk much. There was so much silence – and somehow it made everything even more painful.

I couldn’t handle the tension any longer, so I tried to break the ice.

“Hey, thank you for spending the summer with me. It was the best I’ve ever had.”

He only nodded.

“Umm, I’m sorry this only lasted for a short while...”

He looked down, he sniffed and rubbed his nose and sighed. 

“Well, have fun in Milan! You needed a fresh start and you’re about to get one… Christian, I am proud of you.”

I tried to be supportive and not say anything that could be perceived as “something wrong” because I knew he was in a fragile state at the moment, though it seemed like he wasn’t going to respond the way I hoped he would. I was genuinely proud of him by the way – always have and always will.

He looked up but still avoiding eye contact, let out a slight smile and chuckled a little bit.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“And uh… Maybe you’d forget about me with all the girls you’re going to meet there...”

I immediately regretted what I just said. Shit. What the fuck did I just say?

He finally looked directly into my eyes – a look full of disbelief and disappointment. There was a moment of silence between us. This time, I was the one who couldn’t see him in the eyes.

“Chris, I’m so, so sorry I didn’t m-”

“How could you say that, Y/N?” He cut me off before I finished talking, by the tone of his voice I could tell he was mad at me.

I froze for a minute. I knew I had fucked up but I never thought it would be so much worse – at the moment I was really, really fucking shit up.

“Do you think my feelings for you aren't real enough so other girls can easily make it go away? Do you really think I can forget you just like that? Are you implying that what we had all summer will not stick in your memories?”

“Wha- no, Chris, that’s not what I mean!”

What a mess I had made... And before I knew it, tears started to fill my eyes.

“Well to me it sounded like that. I’m appalled to know you don’t see whatever we were as something real and meaningful. Maybe it was a mistake to even ask you to give us a chance in the first place.” He sounded like he was truly aching and filled with regrets.

I glanced at him for a bit and I saw him biting his lip and his face was already all red. I never wanted our goodbye to be this heartbreaking but well… In this situation it’s bound to happen, isn’t it? Because I didn’t want to escalate our situation any further, I decided to shut my mouth and stop talking altogether. I was aware that whatever I said might hurt him deeper. Fuck, why can’t things be easier?

—

After what felt like a very long ride, we finally got to the airport. We met Christian’s dad, Mark, at the front gate as I helped Christian with his belongings. Mark greeted me and gave me a hug.

“Hey, Y/N! Thanks for dropping Christian off, if only you could come with us to Italy!” Mark excitedly thanked me, not knowing what happened between Christian and I.

I shook my head and slightly laughed to cover my discomfort. Then I saw Christian looking at his watch, and whispered to his dad: “let’s go.”

I took it as my cue to leave, so I said my farewell to both of them.

“Well, have a safe flight, Mr. Pulisic.” I smiled and nodded at Mark. 

Then I turned to Christian. He was still visibly upset – I didn’t have the heart to say anything, really. I had caused him a lot of pain, and I was afraid to open my mouth. But at the moment I knew I had to, since I didn’t know if we would ever see each other again.

“You too, Chris. Good luck over there.” I softly tapped his arm.

I waved at them and was ready to walk away when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned around and it was Christian. He pulled me in for a hug – a very, very tight hug, like he wouldn’t let me go. He rested his head on my shoulder and I rubbed his back the whole time. It was a long hug – probably the longest ever for both of us – and we could no longer keep our overflowing emotions inside anymore.

“I’m sorry…” I whimpered.

“I know.” He whispered.

He stroked my head and kissed me in the forehead. His lips stayed there for a while.

“Y/N, I have to go...”

It was the hardest thing to do but I pulled away from the hug. Before he went inside, he took my hands and looked me in the eyes.

“Y/N, you will always be my greatest summer love… I will never forget you.” He said under his breath.

And the moment he walked through the gate, that was the last time I saw him in person. What we had might be short, but I will forever be thankful Christian made my summer unforgettable.

—

“You were my summer love

You always will be my summer love”

–

taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @swimmingismywholelife @chilwellspulisic @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem @landoslover

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x y/n #christian pulisic fic #christian pulisic fanfic #christian pulisic imagines #christian pulisic angst #footballer fic #footballer fanfic #footballer imagines #footballer angst

[zeraaachan]

secret love song ft. anemo boys

°:. *₊ °☆ character(s): xiao, scaramouche, heizou

°:. *₊ °☆ summary: in which he can't hold you in the street, kiss you on the dance floor, and say that he's in love.

oh, why can't you hold me in the street?

why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

i wish that we could be like that

why can't it be like that?

'cause I'm yours, I'm yours

secret relationship with xiao who walks on the street parallel to yours but never on the same sidewalk as yours. xiao who keeps his hand to himself, tucked in the pockets of his black hoodie, as his ears mute the blare of the passing cars, the loud motorcycles, and every little vehicle on the road that separates where he walks from yours.

xiao who never held your hand publicly in the street. who is chased by his reputation, by his own ghosts, and held by the neck by his past. xiao who never once turned his head to look in your direction. who always keeps his head on the sidewalk but wishes that you're beside him. who wishes that his hands are not alone and that its intertwined with yours. xiao who can never hold your hand since you are his light but as well as the star for many. xiao who dates a popular and rising actor who can't be seen hand in hand with him.

xiao who hopes that one day he'll hold your hand on the street. when his past finally freed him from its grip and his hand is free to finally be intertwined with yours. xiao, who one day, will no longer think about why he can't hold you in the street because one day… he will.

hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who earns his living through dance competition. who joins contests for both the fun and money. who is a rebellious son to a rich mother. hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who met you and realized that he dance better than ever when you joined the stage.

but how can he ever realize that you'll change his rhythm not only on the dance floor but also outside of it? how could he have known that he will want to be close to you, not only on the stage, but also off it? how could he have kept your relationship strictly as dance partners?

hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who longs, pines, and eventually falls. who entered a secret-relationship with you whether it is due to your desire or his want to keep you from his mother's prying eyes. hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who loves how you move, how you look at him, and dance with him. scaramouche who secretly knows that you're the heart that he lost.

hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who parts ways with you every time a dance is done. who get down from the other stair of the stage but never the same one as yours. hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who looks at you after every practice and wonders why he can't kiss you on the dance floor?

hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who one day will realize, that he doesn't wanna keep you hidden from anyone. not from the prying gazes, not to strangers, not from his mother. hip-hop dancer! scaramouche who one day will kiss you on the dance floor and ask himself why he didn't do it sooner.

why can't i say that i'm in love?

i wanna shout it from the rooftops

i wish that it could be like that

why can't we be like that?

'cause I'm yours

heizou, your suave classmate with detective skills and all the rizz in the world. heizou who is the campus' strongest rizzler but somehow all the witty compliments and playful one-liners diminish into thin air without any tracks whenever he comes face to face with you. heizou, your classmate since middle school, who's been trying to confess to you since forever. who once left chocolates in your locker then forgot, or purposely forgot, to leave a letter. heizou who once left an anonymous letter in your locker telling you to come to the rooftop. heizou who got scared and hid when he saw you actually arrived at the rooftop.

heizou, that playful classmate who winks at you. who you don't know whether is a flustered mess or a master of platonic flirtation. who you don't know giggle and kick his feet like a school-girl whenever he's on the rooftop and thinking about you.

heizou, who watched admirers leave letters, give you chocolates, and confess to you. who witnessed others do what he couldn't bring himself to do. heizou who can't say to you that he's in love. heizou who always resists the temptation to scream from the rooftop that he's yours whenever he saw you down below, getting confessed to with another classmate.

heizou who one day will shout it from the rooftops. who one day will say it. heizou who one day, will leave a letter to your locker. heizou who this time, will not hide, and say that he's yours.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact heizou #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #heizou x reader #genshin xiao x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #genshin heizou x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin impact modern au

[happiest-hotch]

The Valentine's Day Make Up

Summary: Aaron knows he's fucked up when he says something mean to you, by the time Valentine's Day comes, he's just hoping you'll forgive him.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (angst then fluff)

Word Count: 2.1k

Content Warning: some sexual references

There are a lot of qualities that are honorable about Aaron Hotchner. They’re probably what initially attracted you to him. From how noble he is to how dedicated he is to his job, you admire it all.

Things have been different ever since you found out how much you like the darker sides of him. From the first night it happened at a random motel in north Florida to the frequent late-night meetings in one of your apartments or hotel rooms, you've become accustomed to seeing and exploring a more intimate but not loving side of him.

Because nothing is loving about the way he fucks you against doors, walls, desks, and into mattresses. The after is what confuses you. He's hot -literally as well as figuratively- and then he's cold to you, totally freezing you out. That's another new side of Aaron that you don't like. He can be kind of a dick.

But maybe it's all your fault for letting yourself slip too far in love with him. That's what you come back to every time he leaves you.

It's so hard to be around him at work and under or on top of him in your free time that it had to slip at some point.

"You know you don't have to go." You say, watching Aaron walk around your bedroom, his dress shirt on his shoulder as he jumps into his pants.

He looks at you with that stern Unit Chief look like it's back to business. "That's sort of the deal." He reminds you.

There was no deal. Not an official one. The lawyer in him knows it was a dumb thing to do, and the human in him wishes he would have laid some ground rules to avoid that longing look in your eyes.

You've had enough. You can't go on being near him with all the beating around the bush. He likes being straightforward, so your thinking is he's going to like you for the same quality.

"How am I supposed to believe there's some strict no-feelings deal in place?" You ask. Something subconscious in you makes you wrap your arm over your chest to protect yourself. "We cuddle and then you just leave. That's confusing."

"Because I'm telling you there's a deal." He replies. "I didn't sign up for you to fall in love with me." He strictly tells you. It's the professional talk that makes your heart sink in your chest, him acting like you're discussing the BAU's budget. "Pathetically."

He doesn't just drop your heart with that. He breaks your heart with one apt yet gut-wrenching adverb. "I can't help what I feel." Your voice breaks, tears clouding your vision before they start falling. "I'm sorry."

Like a machine, he doesn't give you a second look. "Bye, Y/n. I think we're finished here."

You should have known that he'd fuck you and leave, that he wasn't any different from other guys. In fact, maybe he was worse. No one ever cared about you- or pretended to care about you- like Aaron did.

You cry all that night over a guy who apparently was never yours. You know you're allowed one night of sorrow, but your plan for the BAU on Monday is to ignore him. If Aaron can toss you out like trash, you're going to double down on his apathy.

A part of you feels bad for creating such a hostile work environment, filled with unresolved tension between you and your boss, but Aaron broke your heart, and you're just reacting.

For months, you either drop your reports off when he's not in his office or walk in and out without saying a word. He doesn't question it. He barely even looks at you, and although you think it's disgust, it's because he cannot look at you without seeing how much he destroyed you that night.

You don't smile or laugh anymore, you seem unenthusiastic about your work, and he knows he caused it. Your desire was what he fed off, but it's gone. He took it from you.

New cases always give you something new to think about, getting your brain off Aaron Hotchner and your heartbreak for a few minutes.

After your case is finished, you're more than ready to go home. Aaron goes straight to his office, and you're glad for it. There was too much love about this case for you to stomach seeing him.

Morgan knocks on his door as his pen signs off the reports he filled in on the jet. It's a habit now, finishing as quickly as possible, from when you were sleeping together because you both struggled to wait much longer than the car ride home, let alone Aaron's dozens of pages of diligent writing and ticking. Back then, being done sooner either meant having sex sooner or not having to deal with cleaning up a mess in his office on the occasions he was taking too long.

"Come in." He calls, looking up. "Hey."

"Hey," Morgan replies, stepping further into the room but leaving the door open. It's usually a sign a conversation isn't going to be heavy, which is really what Aaron needs. "I thought I was the one supposed to be burning the midnight oil."

Aaron explains why he's taking on some of Strauss's work, trusting Morgan like he did with her big secret. "I'm actually looking forward to having her back."

"Right," Morgan says understandingly. "It's not the greatest way to spend Valentine's Day, now, is it?"

The connection clicks in Aaron's brain in a flash as a look of realization comes across his features, and his pen gets dropped on the pad of paper. How could he have forgotten? It's not a day he has marked in his calendar anymore, underlined in bold, so he's not the husband who forgot to get flowers for his wife for the third year in a row.

"I forgot, too," Morgan admits. "Some of the singles were gonna go find a bar and grab a drink, if you want to come along." He offers.

It's genuine, but they both know Morgan's hinting at something else, a situation everyone on the team has been speculating about for a long time. None of them really know where your relationship stands. While the longtime debate started over whether things are romantic, sexual, friendly, or professional, it's since changed topics to the shift in tension between you and what that could mean.

Aaron realizes he's the one that has to answer to the team or Morgan, who will relay it to the team. If he takes them up on the offers and goes out for drinks, he's clearly stating he's single. If he doesn't... well, the guesses will keep the rumor mill running.

Whether Morgan notices his boss's hesitation or wants to push for more information, he continues. "Unless there's someplace else you could be."

Aaron says nothing, but his brain works at a hundred miles an hour. He's thinking about you like he always is, wondering what he should do, if he should make an attempt to spend the romantic holiday together.

Thankfully, Morgan knows he needs one last push. "She's not here, Hotch. And she knew we were going out." He informs Aaron before adding his own opinion. "If that's not her telling you something, I don't know what is."

He can't lose you.

Not again.

The decisive force has him packing up his things while he gives Morgan his answer. "I think I'll pass on drinks, but thank you."

Morgan's eyebrows raise a little. He bet there still being feelings there which was why he volunteered to invite Aaron in the first place once you turned down the offer.

"Uh, what about the paperwork?" He asks, frowning at the odd actions of his boss.

"When Strauss comes back next week, I don't want her to be bored," Aaron says- jokes.

He jokes and he's smiling, and Morgan's a little unsure of what you've done to this man- his stern boss- but it's something beautiful, remarkable even.

"Have a good night, Hotch." Morgan farewells him, turning back around to leave with a smirk.

"You, too, Morgan," Aaron replies, but he's too wrapped up in getting out of the BAU to notice Morgan looking back at him.

Once he's roughly thrown his stuff together, he races to the elevator as fast as he can without attracting attention. He pretends to not notice Dave watching him.

He hasn't been nervous like this in a while, his hands shaking and heart racing. It's what made him so afraid of getting attached to you in the first place. If it's the same type of nervousness he felt joining the theatre department to talk to Haley Brooks, what stops you from ending up like her.

Since then, he forgot how much he liked having a crush, how his stomach flutters with child-like butterflies when he looks at you, and the world makes a little more sense having someone to love.

He goes to the only florist he knows is open late, paying with shaking hands and getting a judgemental look from the cashier since he clearly looks like he forgot to get someone a Valentine's Day gift until the eleventh hour.

Nerves vibrate off him when he knocks on his door, and he scrambles to work out an opening line.

Aaron doesn’t cross your mind when someone knocks on your door. You don’t hope for him anymore. It’s a waste of time that never fails to break your heart.

"Agent Hotchner." You greet him, wrapping your arm over your chest as you look him upside down. Everything in you is screaming for you to not read into him being here.

He had guessed you would still be icing him out. "Hi." He says. He feels really stupid for being there now. "It's Valentine's Day."

"February 14th, I know." You tell him sternly. "And for future reference, I have a calendar on my phone."

"Can I talk to you?" He asks. "As in not here."

You sigh, moving aside and letting him into your apartment despite the panic alarms going off. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry." He starts. Pointlessly. You really don't need to hear a worthless apology. "I shouldn't have said any of what I said."

"Well, I would call that pathetic, but I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings." You tell him, obviously referencing a specific comment of his.

He looks at his shoes like he's figuring out what to say, how to fix this, and quickly because he can feel the way you're slipping away from him. "There's nothing pathetic about how you love. That was me being a dick. I love the way you love, Y/n."

"I never said I love you." You hold firm. "That's your ego talking. If you're here to get back to where we were and just forget what happened, I will." You know how pathetic it sounds, but you'd break yourself a hundred times to get to be with him. "There just can't be kissing, cuddling, or anything romantic."

He shakes his head, stepping closer to you. "No, that's what I want." He says, surprising, confusing, and annoying you all at once. "Y/n, I want to be with you. I want to take you out on dates, kiss you whenever I like, and..." He steps closer, holding out his flowers as a peace offering... "Bring you flowers on Valentine's Day because getting to be loved- or liked, sorry- by you is the best feeling in the world."

You can tell he means it when you look deeply into his eyes. "You know I'm not fully forgiving you." You warn, earning a nod from Aaron as he tries to hide the excited smile on his face. "But there's no one I'd rather be with."

Aaron smiles. The most gorgeous, rare thing you've seen. "Will you be my valentine? And my girlfriend?"

"I've wanted you to ask that forever." You admit, taking one of his hands in yours while you hold your flowers in the other. His other hand travels to your cheek, thumb tracing over your skin. "I didn't think you would. Ask, I mean."

"I'm going to ask every year." He vows.

Before you spent too much time looking at him, his eyes dart down to your lips, and he leans in slowly to kiss you. It's different than your other lust-driven, hungry kisses. This one is full of tenderness and devotion, and you smile internally knowing you've been promised many more.

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Word quantity: high. Word quality: low. You have been warned.

Goo Kim x Reader: School Days with Princess & the Delinquent

Chapter 1

Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

Goo's reputation precedes him. 

And, he thinks with a grin as his classmates cower at his entrance, that everything they've heard is likely untrue.

The reality is much worse.

On his first day back to school, fresh from juvie and thirsting for money and violence, he smelt the sweet scent of fear.

He basks in his infamy, other's unease rejuvenating him. Excited to cause a little more chaos before he drops out for good.

As he takes a seat by the window while everybody else takes a wide berth, a shadow looms over him.

"Where's your tie?"

Oh? What's this? He observes you standing in front of him, one hand on your hip, the other pointing in the direction of his absent bit of uniform. 

Huh. Even the staff didn't bother with him, not calling him out for his bleached blonde locks that are strictly against uniform policy. You're just a class monitor, a face he doesn't recognise. A transfer, most likely. 

Fresh meat.

Voice sugary and sweet, Goo puts on an expression as if butter wouldn't melt. "Silly me, I must have forgotten it."

"Goo Kim, is it?"

"That's me!"

"I know it's your first day back, that's why you should be extra prepared."

"I'm sorry, are you going to report me?" Goo's bottom lip juts out in a petulant pout as he peers at you from behind his glasses.

Rolling your eyes at his antics and absolutely not charmed by this infamous delinquent, you rummage around in your backpack for your spare.

"Here," you hold it out to him and Goo blinks in confusion. This he was not expecting.

"Aren't you going to take it?" you shake the tie at him. With suspicion, he takes it from you, fingers brushing together.

"Princess," he purrs, regaining his usual slippery manner "You shouldn't have." Then wrapping it around his neck, "Aren't you going to tie it for me?"

"No. And don't call me Princess."

You walk away, returning to your own seat, fists clenched to hide your trembling hands. It'll be over your dead body before that idiot disrupts your education. 

Of course you have heard about him, your friends had cautioned you the weeks before his return but you had high aspirations to get into a good college. You couldn't afford your grades to drop.

Goo saunters to the front of the classroom, feeling the rest of the students' eyes on him.

Stopping at the trashcan, he turns directly towards you. 

Holds your eye contact as he smiles, throwing the proffered tie in the bin, followed quickly by a lit match.

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.

Something about your small act of kindness irks Goo. 

Completely rubs him up the wrong way, leading to him asking around about you.

(That soon reaches your ears as you are warned by your friends. "So what?" you retort, "That guy can ask about me all he wants. I have nothing to hide.")

Truly. Everything that Goo hears is a glowing report.

Straight-A student. Teacher's pet. In clubs to rack up extracurricular points. Part-time job. Never putting a foot wrong and well on your way to a full scholarship ride at the top university in the country.

And to round it off, you're pretty cute too. Especially when your face is scrunched up in anger, watching him commit a little casual arson the other day.

In summary, you are someone that would never give him a second glance.

Hmm. This could be an interesting distraction for him. Something until he moves on.

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.

Another surge of adrenaline pumps through your body as you approach the menace later in the week. Seated eyes closed and feet up on his desk, balancing on just the hind legs of his chairs, hands behind his head.

Not a trouble in the world and certainly no respect.

"You don't have your tie again."

"Nope," Goo says, popping the 'p' and without any remorse whatsoever. He's got a full matchbook and a touch of pyromania. Come at him with all the ties in the world.

"I'm not giving you another one," The vein throbs on your temple and Goo opens one eye to look at you, lips lifting at your expression.

"Never asked, Princess."

"I said don't call me Princess."

"Sorry," A shrug, "Princess."

Obviously not getting anywhere and not wanting to push your luck, you stomp away with a huff, shouting over your shoulder, "And you still owe me a tie!"

Goo closes his eyes again, smiling at the interaction and hums.

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