#finch x reader

[heliads]

can you write a finch x reader with a little spice? maybe the newsies are hanging out at the park/pier and he is hopelessly in love with her.

no spice in my good family friendly fanfiction blog

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It is a lovely, lovely day in New York, and that’s cause for celebration if Finch has ever heard it. All of the newsboys around purposefully bought fewer papers than normal just so they could get out early and enjoy the sunshine. They’ll swallow the cost of fewer profits later, obviously, it’ll be the only thing they’ll be eating for a while, but right now it’s good, damn good, and that’s all they care to think about at the moment.

The Manhattan newsboys have chosen to cluster together on the pier and watch the sun slowly sink over the endless water. The local seagull population has been temporarily replaced by scores of boys in fading shirts and patched pants, scuffed shoes and hats raised to wave at each and every ship that passes by their territory.

It’s a wonderful way to spend the day, that’s for certain. Later today, once the exhaustion catches up to them and all the Manhattan newsies troop back to their Lodging House to recount all they did, all the imaginary battles won and treasures discovered, they’ll all swear that the water had never been bluer, the wind never more well timed. The sun will never shine as perfectly as it did today, and were they able to travel back in time and revisit this day once more, it would never be quite as good as it is right now. 

They’re all slipping on the rose tinted glasses as easily as if they’ve been worn all their lives. Looking around him, Finch watches his friends laugh and shout and enjoy themselves. They deserve this, all of them. They’ve deserved it for a while. Feels good.

Finch himself is leaning against a sun bleached wooden post, idly carving initials into the already scored wood. They were his at first, the letters of his attention, but they’ve started slipping into something else, heralding a name that no longer belongs to him. It takes Finch several minutes to jolt out of his sun induced stupor and realize what he’s doing, and then he recognizes the name for what it is:  Y/N’s.

Makes sense, at least. Finch is nothing if not predictable. He’s been crushing on Y/N for what, six months now, and he’s just as unlikely to give her up as he had been at the start. It’s not his fault, though. Most crushes you can brush off with a few days’ worth of calculated avoidance, but this is different. This is Y/N, and that means everything is out of his control.

It would be one thing if he didn’t see her at all. Finch could just wake up whenever, get his papers and sell them on some opposite corner of the city. He’d come back late and purposefully stick to his circles of his friends, all of which don’t have to include her.

That would be the plan, at least, and then Finch’s traitorous feet keep leading him in the wrong direction. All roads lead back to her, all of Finch’s jokes land best when he’s telling them to her, and every time Finch swears to himself that he’s really over it this time, he’s not in love with her, he goes out of his way to find her again and it’s all over from there on out.

It’s not like it’s her fault, though. Y/N’s not the one who can’t stay away, that blame rests solely on his shoulders. Finch can’t go without seeing Y/N because he doesn’t want to. The thought of going forever without hearing her laugh at some bad joke of his or even just look at him with that knowing smile (she’s aware of his crush, of that he’s damn certain, Y/N knows everything) makes Finch want to break a bone, not necessarily his.

Someone taps his shoulder a little too hard and Finch stumbles slightly, dragged out of the same spiral of thoughts he keeps getting trapped in as of late. His attacker is Race, as it turns out. Belatedly, Finch remembers that he’d been talking to a group of his friends, Race among them. He might have been zoning out a little too much, and now they’ve been waiting for a response from him for too long.

Race spreads his hands exaggeratedly. “Earth to Finch? Did you lose the ability to hear or are you just ignoring us?”

“Ignoring you is my favorite thing most of the time,” Finch says pointedly.

Jojo cackles. “Funny, Finch. Funny. Out of curiosity, why are you carving Y/N’s initials on that post?”

Finch’s eyes widen, caught in the act, and he swats Jojo on the shoulder. “Shout that a little louder, why don’t you? Besides, I didn’t realize you learned your letters. Impressive, you’re almost on the same level as Les now.”

Jojo just grins. “That’s not an insult to me. Les is wicked smart. I think he could con Pulitzer out of all his riches if he tried hard enough.”

Finch can’t argue with that. Race, though, has shuffled forward to peer intently at the wide swathes of initials now decorating the pier’s post. “That’s mighty fine workmanship, I have to say. I bet Y/N would just love to see it, don’t you think so, boys?”

Jojo snorts. “Most certainly. Maybe we can get Katherine to put a column on it in the newspaper. I can see the headline already: ‘Local newsboy has it bad for–”

Jojo spreads his hands as if envisioning the headline in print, and, unfortunately, he doesn’t even flinch when Finch raises his fists to start swinging. “The only one who’s going to have it bad is you when I put you in the hospital, Jojo.”

Race steps in between the two of them, still choked up with laughter. “Easy, easy. No fights here today, Jackie boy made us promise. Now stow that frown, Finch. You know we’se just playing around.”

“Yeah,” Finch says, still eyeing Jojo even after Race steps away, “I know. You should know better than to say a thing about it, though.”

“Of course we do,” Race says placatingly. “Hey, here’s Y/N now, you can talk to her about your latest track record for starting fights. I’m sure she’d be wowed by it.”

At first, Finch thinks Race is just pulling his leg, but then over the blond boy’s shoulder he sees Y/N walking over to them. He carefully shifts his weight so he’s leaning over the part of the wooden post that he’d been carving, making Jojo clap a hand over his mouth lest he break out in laughter once again and give them all away.

“What’s all this about?” Y/N asks once she’s close enough, one brow raised, “Jack said that he could, and I quote, ‘smell a fight brewing from a mile away.’ Can I go tell him he needs a better nose or was he right?”

“He might have been a little right,” Race says airly, “but we’se all good now, we promised. Say, I bet Finch here wants to tell you all about it.”

Finch shoots a murderous glance Race’s way, but the other two boys are already heading away quickly. The second they’re around the corner, Finch can hear their laughter bubbling up again.

“What was that about?” Y/N asks curiously.

Finch groans. “Don’t worry about it. They’se just trying to tease me, that’s all?”

Y/N grins. “Tease you about what?”

“Nothin’,” Finch says decisively, “Nothin’ at all. Trust me on that.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it,” Y/N says, only barely managing to stow a laugh, “It did seem like quite the scuffle, though.”

“It was fine,” Finch says too quickly, then winces to himself. The last thing he wants to do right now is scare her off.

He glances around them in search of something to say, and realizes that the newsboys around them are starting to slip off of their perches and head back towards the streets once more. The sun is setting already, and it’s time to go again. Shame, he was just starting to appreciate their time off.

Y/N’s looking around too, and Finch panics briefly that she’s going to find someone else to laugh with. He hadn’t gotten up the courage to talk to her until just now, so he can’t possibly lose her yet.

“D’you want to walk back with me?”

The words spring out of his lungs like they’re forced out by an explosion. Finch half expects to be choking on gunpowder, but instead his own nerves are the only thing keeping his throat tight as he waits for her answer.

Y/N pauses, turns back around to look at him. It’s a terrible question, obviously– they’re going to the same place, just like everyone else, so why bother making a point of it? Y/N’s eyes narrow, and then she sees something written there in the cracks of his facade and her entire face clears.

Finch doesn’t wholly know what made her change her mind. He isn’t too good at disguising his emotions, which doesn’t matter normally. He gets mad and he wants the others to see it, to think he’s tough. Finch cracks his knuckles and spits on the sidewalk and everyone else has the common sense to walk the other way.

Now, though? When he’s not rolling his eyes or scoffing at the Delanceys? When he’s not tough but genuine, almost soft but never quite, meaning something more than just a threat? Of course she can see it too. Everyone can, probably.

Y/N takes his hand, and the fear that someone can read him half as well as her disappears from his head faster than the train leaving the station at the end of the day. Finch is left hanging in the dust, watching the last of his misgivings running wildly away from him. He tries not to strut or swagger when they’re walking back hand in hand, but. You never know for sure.

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[my-head-is-an-animal]

Okay, okay, I have to say this, I’ve just watched Person of Interest for the first time and I’m honestly personally insulted that there is basically nothing in the way of Finch x Reader fics.

Don’t get me wrong, his true love is Grace and I will forever fight anyone who says otherwise, but come on guys, where’s the fantasy? Where’s the what if? Where is the goddamn love for our adorable little genius?!

I am personally rectifying this with a long reader fic that has not left my brain, if you have requests, send ‘em my way because this is just unacceptable.

(If anyone knows where I can find some Finch x Reader/OC content, please direct me towards it)

#harold finch #Harold finch x reader #finch x reader #person of interest #Harold finch fic #where is the love

[sluggmuffin]

🎢 - finch x fem!reader, modern au!, where the newsies are playing truth and dare and she gets dared to kiss finch

🎢 - send me a scenario and a character of your choice and i'll write a either hcs or a little drabble about them (can be x reader *if it is pls tell me ur preferred pronouns* but it doesn't have to be)!

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warnings: minimal swearing

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"Race," Albert calls. "Truth or Dare"

"Mmm dare," Race smirks, blowing a smoke ring into the air.

"You're gonna set off the fire alarm, dipshit." you tell him, but no one pays attention.

"I dare ya too... let us give you a makeover" Albert says, grabbing your makeup bag from the counter.

"Fuck you, Al" He rolls his eyes before scooting closer to the group.

Once the group finished making Race looking like a pretty princess, you guys returned to your places on the floor.

"Y/n" Race taunted, "since this is your makeup" He motioned to his face, "truth or dare."

You groan at the fact you're receiving a truth or dare from Race, he's the most out of pocket with these. "Dare, I guess. Actually wait no-"

"Too late sweetheart, ya can't change your answer." Race laughed. "I dare you too... kiss Finch."

At the sound of his name, the boy looks up at you, cheeks a burning red color.

"Cmon Race that's not fair!" You whined.

"Too bad, it's your dare. If ya don't do it we have to come up with a punishment." He sneers.

You look around at the group of boys, with wide grins plastered on their faces.

"Fine," you say, scooting to the middle of the circle. You'd be a liar if you said you haven't been waiting for this moment your whole life. How could you not? Finch is super cute and sweet.

He joins you in the middle of the circle and gives you a long kiss, grabbing you by the back of the neck. You pull away and look at him, you can feel the blush creeping onto your cheeks but you clear your throat as you look down at the floor and go back to your seat.

"I didn't expect you to actually do that," Race admitted. "My backup dare was for you to sing a song out the window, but this was entertaining."

"Race I'm going to kill you in your sleep," you mumble, getting up to use the bathroom in hopes the redness would go away.

"Don't act like ya didn't enjoy it, [Y/n]" you hear Finch call out to you. You smile to yourself before shutting the door, and listen to the sound of the other boys laughing in the room over.

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this is really bad I'm so sorry I haven't written in a while 🤠

#slugs 100 follower celebration!! #slugs anon asks #newsies #livesies #finch newsies #finch x reader

[whyareyouhere66]

just go for it! I prefer fluff but you have free rein!

ok then- i went for fluff, though it’s a bit short. So sorry this took forever, I’ve been a lot slower with requests but I’m getting there!

Finch x GN Reader [2nd POV, ik im sorry]

”Rooftop”

x

The smooth concrete was cold under your touch, the nights breeze blowing cool wind into your face. Your legs were bent in front of you, eyes scanning the city’s outline while your hands held you up.

It felt so nice up on the roof, nothing but chaos ensuing underneath you where the rest of the Manhattan newsies were. And as fun as it sounded down there, you’d still gone up to the roof for some quiet before it was time to rally and return to the bunk where you slept. 

You shifted your gaze down to your shoes, shifting them slightly and watching the weak material rubbing against each-other. You fell into a trance, watching mindlessly as you let your thoughts wander on. 

It wasn’t until you heard some shuffling behind you that you finally looked away, turning your head to see who had come to join you. 

There, a brunette boy stood at the far end of the roof- and he moved closer and closer before you could make out his face. 

“Aren’t ya cold up here?” Finch asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he talked. 

You smiled, shaking your head and shuffling around so you were now sitting to face him. He shook his head, hair slipping out from his hat to fall across his forehead. Next, you watched as he settled in beside you. 

His head fell back, looking up at the dark sky, scanning the stars for only a moment before he looked at you. 

“It get too noisy down there?” You asked, still watching him. He let out a short, breath of a laugh. 

“Guess ya could say that.” 

That was enough of an answer, you knew what he meant. The boys could get real rowdy around night time, making the calmness of the roof so much more refreshing. Not even Finch himself could keep them down before tiring himself out. 

Finch ran a hand down his face, though the smallest hint of a smile showed through. 

“Y’sure you aren’t tired?” He asked again. 

“Why, ya want someone to sleep with tonight?” You asked jokingly, knowing he was more so asking for himself than for you. He didn’t answer, just shook his head and clicked his tongue. 

Eventually, though, you let your thoughts wander as you compared the hard, cold concrete to the warmth of Finch’s arms. While he still looked out at the night before you both, you began to scoot over to his body. 

It wasn’t until he felt the warmth of your hand, grabbing his arm to wrap around yourself that he looked back to you. 

A small smile formed on his face. “Cold?” He asked, and you just hummed a quick response before getting comfortable in Finch’s side. 

Your head lay just below his armpit, though as soon as you had stopped shifting he had pulled his arm straight into his chest- bringing you with it. 

Now, one leg entangled with his, you were pressed up against his chest and a small laugh escaped you at his suddenly movements. 

“Better?” He asked this time, and you nodded. 

“Much.”

#Finch newsies #finch x reader #x gender neutral reader #66 recs&replies #this is so late I’m sorry #newsies x reader

[stevenose]

the lonesome border (18+)

a cowboy!steve fic for @moodringeyes

contains: cowboy!steve; gender unspecified reader; reader with a vagina; oral (reader receiving); fingering (reader receiving); piv; reckon you could call him a soft dom; hard feelings; realizations; sweetness

word count: 2.5k

There’s a knock on your door.

It’s a little too late for visitors - the sun has long set, the desert cold. You’re still awake, sitting at your desk with a gas lamp and writing. You sigh when the knocking continues and move towards the door, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders.

Steve’s not wearing nearly enough clothing, arriving only in his usual daily garb. More shocking is the bouquet of wildflowers he holds in one hand, the other still raised as if he’s about to knock again.

“Hi,” he says.

You move to shut the door but he steps forward and shoulders it gently. “Wait!”

“It’s past your bedtime,” you say.

“Then it’s well past yours.”

You stare at each other for a long moment. “Can ya let me in, then? They’ll die out here.” He nods down towards the flowers.

You decide to let him, opening the door wider and allowing him to step in. His boots click against the hardwood and he shivers. You shut the door and lock it. You watch silently as Steve takes his hat off and kicks off his shoes.

“Cold,” he smiles, shivering again. He looks towards your fireplace, at the dying embers, then back at you. “Mind if I add som’ore?”

“That’s fine.”

He watches you for a beat, then remembers what’s in his hands. “These are for you,” he says, taking a step forward and extending them out to you.

You narrow your eyes. “For me?”

He’s a little startled. “Well, yes. I picked ‘em myself this afternoon.”

You cautiously reach out and take them from him, cradling the stems in your hands. He smiles and nods before heading to your fireplace, kneeling before it and grabbing a few pieces of wood.

You only know how to talk to him if he’s on top of you, it seems. It’s otherwise a little sharp and odd. He’s always been a nuisance - a handsome one, to your detriment. Flowers aren’t his thing, you’d figure. Romance isn’t his thing.

“Why?” you finally ask.

“What’d you say?”

You finally move towards him, slow and gentle, socked feet padding against the floor. “I asked why you got me these.”

Steve doesn’t answer you, just fiddles with the fire until it’s glowing. He stays in front of it, taking in the warmth, but he does turn to face you as you sit across from him in a wooden chair. “I saw ‘em and they reminded me of you.”

You face heats, heartbeat quickening, to your chagrin. “Oh,” is all you can muster.

“Do you like ‘em? Tried to find your favorite color.”

“My favorite color? Do you even know what it is?”

And he recites it for you, without even thinking.

“Since when do you pay attention to things like that?”

He sighs, loud and long, fingers playing with the bottom of his pants. “I know I’ve got a reputation with you, and I’m tryin’ to fix it.” He swallows. “I like you.”

You scoff. “You like bein’ inside of me.”

“That’s not true - well, i-it is,” he says, standing. “I like all of you. I like bein’ with you.”

You don’t entirely know what to say, so you just watch as he walks towards you. He kneels down in front of you, brown eyes searching yours, warmed hands on your knees. “I think you like bein’ with me, too.”

You set the flowers aside, on a walnut end-table. You feel transparent, see-through, as he looks at you. “And what makes you think that?”

“You let me in,” he says, smiling.

You bite the inside of your cheek. “It was cold.”

“What a sweetheart,” he grins toothily. “Takin’ pity on me.”

“Letting you around me is taking pity on you.”

Steve’s hands slide up your thighs, pushing your nightdress up with it. “You mind takin’ some more?” he asks quietly.

Now you’re comfortable. Your hands move down to touch his. “What’s in it for me?”

“Flowers aren’t enough?”

You smile coyly and shake your head. “No.”

“How about I give you what you want?” he says, leaning forward a little. His thumbs rub your thighs gently. “What you need. Be a real gentleman and take care of you.”

You wish you could argue, but you can’t. You like when he takes care of you. When he’s on top of you and giving and giving and having you take it. Telling you what you want and determining what you need. It makes you throb, his hands so close to where you want him.

You part your thighs, biting back a smile when his eyes go a little wide. He quickly gets a grip on you and pulls you forward, your cunt level with his face. “There we go,” he coos, hands reaching for your underwear and gently pulling them down. You bite your lip and watch, chin touching your chest, as he stares at your aching core.

Steve finally leans forward and kisses the inside of your thighs, tickling you with the bit of scuff he has. Your hands find his hair and simply rest there - you know better than to tug.

“What do you say?” he asks softly.

“Please?”

He looks up at you through his lashes and laughs. “Try again.”

You try to be a little more sensual, moaning slightly. “Please, Steve.”

His teeth dig into your thigh - not soft, but not too hard. You gasp, brows furrowing. “Please, I need you.”

“You’re so good at beggin’ but you can never say thank you, huh?”

You feel like a fool, cheeks heating and embarrassment spreading hot through your chest. “Thank you,” you say. “Thank you, Steve.”

Now he leans in and engulfs your pussy with his mouth, hot and wet. He licks a broad stripe upwards, laving over your clit - and then he suddenly nips it, making you gasp.

“Thank you for what?”

You swallow hard and try to think. “The - the flowers, thank you for the flowers.”

“Hmm.” He licks his lips, then rears back to spit on your cunt. You gasp again and then cry when he buries his head between your thighs. This time, he sucks on your clit, nice and gentle. It makes you squirm, back arching off the chair as you watch the top of his head under your dress. Your fingers tangle up in his sun kissed strands.

Steve’s ruthless. Like he’s been starving for it all day. And maybe he has. You wonder about it - if his pants were tight while he bent down to grab the daisies and lilacs for you. If his mouth watered. If he was unfocused out in the field because he was thinking of you. The idea is exciting, and scary, but you don’t think much of it now. Not when his tongue and lips and jaw are making you unravel quickly. You’re already feeling close, crescendoing towards a climax.

“Steve,” you whimper. “I’m close, so close….”

“Go on,” he drawls, voice thick. “Take it, let go.”

Your breath picks up and you finally snap, gasping and moaning and humping his face while his fingers dig into your plush hips. Your eyes squeeze shut and your thighs clench around his face, forcing him to moan. He doesn’t stop until you relax, and then he’s quick to slide you off the chair and onto the floor.

“Hey!” you squeak, but his mouth envelopes yours before you can tell him off. He’s ferocious, licking into your mouth, transferring your taste onto your tongue. You gasp a little, grabbing at his biceps like he’ll keep you grounded.

Steve finally kisses away from your swollen lips and down your jaw, occasionally licking your skin as he moves to your neck. “What do you say?” he asks, pressing his lips against your ear.

“Thank you, Christ, thank you!”

One hand moves between your legs again. His thumb finds your clit, swollen and recovering, and he presses down on it. Your eyes roll, hips jutting up. “Ah!”

“You can take it,” he mumbles, teeth scraping your neck. “Be good, I know you can.”

Steve pulls away when his middle finger extends out, teasing your entrance. He looks down at you, hungry, cheeks red. He watches your face twist as it slowly sinks inside of you. Your head tilts backwards, exposing your throat, pushing your tits out and God, he can hardly stand it. How pretty you look stretched out and overstimulated on his fingers. Your nails dig into his back and threaten to rip holes into the fabric.

“I’m gonna make you cum again,” he says softly, his middle finger down to the knuckle. He curls it, watches your breath catch and eyes widen. “And again.” His thumb swipes across your clit and you jerk. “And again. Until you learn your lesson, pretty thing. Til you’re fuckin’ grateful.”

“I am!” you swear, pleading up at him. “I am, Steve, I’m so grateful for you -“

“You sure?” he asks. He fucks you steady with his finger now. “I know this cunt’s grateful. Are you?”

Your skin crawls, stomach flips. “Always,” you say, looking into his eyes. It’s the truth. “I’m a-always gr- ah! Grateful f’you.”

Another finger slides in, stretching you on it. Your mouth falls again, brows furrowing from the pain-pleasure.

“You might not like me, but your pussy does. You’re gonna ruin the floor, darlin’, so fuckin’ wet.” To prove his point, he finger fucks you fast - you can still hear your pussy over your moans.

“Sh-Shut up,” you mewl, fighting the urge to roll your eyes back.

“Me?” he pants, keeping up his momentum. “Your cunt’s the one talkin’.”

He curls his fingers again and you wail.

“Oh, and so’re you.”

You try to retaliate, digging your fingernails into his shirt and pulling, tugging, feeling close to falling and overwhelmingly irritated. His free hand moves to grab your wrists and hold them up above your head. Steve’s fingers slow, and he sort of tilts his head at you.

“It really bothers you, huh?” he asks softly, his thumb back on your achy clit. He circles it slowly. “Thinkin’ about bein’ with me?”

You don’t know how to answer. It does bother you, but not like it should. It bothers you because it’s scary and makes you anxious - territory not yet explored. Territory you’ve been told to stay away from. It bothers you that you want it.

“I don’t know,” you answer.

He sighs, looking down at you sadly and letting go of your wrists. “I guess I can take that.”

Then his fingers are moving fast on your clit, back and forth, and you’re cumming before you even know it. You scream, which Steve silences with a kiss. It’s much more tender than usual. His lips move slow and methodically against yours, moaning into your mouth while you moan back. It’s intimate, romantic, makes you melt before you can stop yourself.

You pant when he finally lets up, sitting back on his haunches. His hands shake while he fiddles with his zipper and pushes his pants down enough to free his cock. You’d usually be tuned in on it - instead, you’re focused on Steve, the way his cheeks glow from the fire and his blood, how his hair falls in his face, how his throat constricts as he swallows.

“Gotta feel you,” he mumbles. “You can take my cock, right, peach?”

You nod and reach out for him. His cheeks turn redder at the notion.

He pulls one of your legs up to lock around his waist and leans forward, towering over you, sliding his cock up and down your folds. You tremble as the head kisses your clit before he pushes it against your entrance. “I really got you stupid, huh? Just how you like it, right?”

You hum and nod, your eyes falling shut.

“What’s your lesson, darlin’?”

“B-be more grateful.”

Steve sinks his cock into you, watching your face intensely as your mouth drops and brows furrow once more. He couldn’t possibly tire of the sight. “That’s right,” he grits out. “Are you?”

“Thank you for the flo-flowers,” you whisper. Your hands come up to cup his cheeks and you let your eyes open, just a little. “Thank you for takin’ care of me.”

He kisses you again, soft and slow while he pumps his hips. You sigh and moan, rocking your own hips to meet his. It’s the most intimate you’ve ever been with him - he’s usually quick and hard in bed. Now he’s slow and smooth and gentle, filling you up completely before pulling out and pushing back in. His pelvis meets your sore clit and stimulates it again.

“Steve,” you whine.

“I know,” he shushes, kissing your cheeks. “I’ve got you. Always got you.”

You nod and tremble under him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, pulling back to drink you in. “So pretty, wish - wish….”

He never finishes his sentence. Just keeps fucking you slow and tender, moaning and gasping and whimpering. Every sound he makes has you clenching.

“Where do you want it?” he groans, nudging your jaw with his nose.

“Stomach.”

He chuckles. “My favorite.”

A shaky hand moves down to your core and he strokes your clit one, two, three times before you cum again. It’s weak, sort of painful, but you clench around Steve so hard that his orgasm hits him almost too swiftly. He gasps and pulls out, wrapping his hand around his cock and groaning gutterally when he paints your stomach with his cum.

And then it’s over. He kisses your forehead and lets your leg rest back down on the floor. You’re both sweaty and exhausted, but you watch with hooded eyes as he tucks himself back into his pants.

“You alright?” he asks, getting up on his knees and holding out a hand to you. You muster your strength and let him hoist you up, your dress falling down onto the mess on your stomach. You cringe, but you still lean into Steve when he embraces you, holding you to his chest.

“You alright?” he repeats, running his fingers through your hair.

“Yeah,” you say after a beat. “I’m fine. Are you?”

He kisses the top of your head quickly before moving away from you, leaving you feeling cold and alone. “You have another one of those?” he asks, nodding his head towards your nightgown.

“Why? You wanna keep this one?”

“Maybe,” he grins. “You need somethin’ to sleep in?”

“I have more.”

“Alright.” He turns away from you, reaching into his back pocket for his rolled tobacco and matches. He lights a cigarette as he grabs his hat, then struggles to get his shoes on. You watch him in silence.

“I’m off,” he says, turning to look at you again. “Promise.”

Stay, you want to say. Add more wood to the fire and stay with me. But you just nod. “Busy tomorrow?”

“Next few days,” he sighs. “See you soon?”

“Soon,” you say softly.

He smiles, nods, and walks out the door. You walk to it, partially wanting to swing the door open and call him back, but you only flick the lock back into place. You pause before heading back over to the bouquet he’d gotten you, now a little wilted. Your fingers touch the petals. Soft, velvety. Kind of like him. You bring them to your nose and smell them, then walk towards the kitchen for a vase before you change.

#steve harrington smut #stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #cowboy!steve #thanks again finch!!!

[simonrillleyyysss]

⋆𐙚 ₊girldaddy graves moodboard

#he’s my atticus finch #i need graves #cod graves #phillip graves #graves moodboard #phillip graves x reader #philip graves #🎀>moodboards #💞} riley speaks<3

[fandoms--fluff]

Hello I just wanted to ask if you can do one where Hope has a little sister is another daughter of Hylie and Klaus is named Crystal Mikaelson, she is the light of Hope's eyes and she is the key for Hope to turn on her humanity crystal age is 6 months

The Little Key

Baby female Mikaelson reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: swearing, thats all

A/n: I did change the oc name to just y/n, cause that's what I'm used to writing and the age is a bit bumped up to around almost a year old to fit better with the fic, but she's still female. I hope you like it 💗

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Josie bounces you in her arms with one of her hands on the back of your head while you're crying your eyes out. Your sobs and crying are silent, wanting your big sister and everyone can tell you miss her even if you can't speak coherently yet.

You remember the feeling of another woman but she's been gone a long time. Now it's only Hope, your big sister, you have that same feeling with.

Josie holds you close and stands up from the couch in the living room, trying to quiet and calm you down a bit. Lizzie, Kaleb, MG, Finch, and Cleo are the only other ones in the room. They're all standing or sitting, trying to come up with a plan to get Hope's humanity back.

They hear heels clicking on the hardwood floor, "Hmm, I can help you with that. Stop trying" Hope walks into the Library with her arms crossed.

She glances at you for a moment before quickly moving her vision over to everyone else standing up now. Cleo starts a spell on her, but Hope picks up on it straight away and knocks the witch out with an easy spell. The older witch falls back onto the couch, unconscious.

"Hope, what are you doing here?" Josie asks, hiding your face under her jean jacket so you don't see any other incidents that may come.

"Do I need a reason to come back to my old school?" Hope rhetorically says.

You let out a loud whine, tears subsiding, hearing your sister's voice and wanting to go to her. You manage to escape from under Josie's jacket and make a grabby hand toward Hope while your other hand is holding onto Josie's shirt collar.

"What about your baby sister? The old you would have never been this unthoughtful" Josie exclaims, tightening her grip as hard as she can without hurting you.

Hope laughs with a scoff mixed in, she says, "This is your big plan? Saying some tiny touching thing about my sister and then insulting me? Heh, you can do better".

She started to walk over to the brunette twin. Lizzie moves quickly and stands in front of you both.

"What? You really think I'd hurt my own sister and the girl I had the smallest crush on for a measly week?" Hope chuckles at the taller girl.

She raises her hands and snaps the heretic's neck effortlessly before she could answer. After, she casts an immobilization spell on everyone except you.

Vamping over, Hope takes you into her arms and leaves the school before the spell wares off.

All of your tears immediately subside and your breathing levels out as you cling to the tribid.

She walks into the abandoned Mikaelson mansion that your guys' family used to live in for around two years. She's been staying in the house since a week after she turned her humanity off.

Hope walks up the staircase after locking the door and enters the room which she's taken, which is Klaus', or used to be anyways.

She puts you down on the bed and starts pacing back and forth. A second later you raise your hands up, wanting to be back in your sister's arms.

"What the hell is wrong with you, why'd you take her. There was absolutely no reason to, ughh. No, no way am I turning the damn thing back on. I see what your doing" Hope rambles to herself and her mind trying to get her to flip it back on, ignoring your pleas to be back in her hold.

"Hhh-o,mmhh" you whine, not being able to pronounce it.

You keep trying over and over, not being able to get it right, and Hope paying no mind to your babbling.

She can already feel her switch flittering between off and on, but she pauses as soon as she hears the word that comes out of your mouth.

"Ho...Hop... Hope" you finally pronounce correctly and yell out to your sister.

"What'd you just say?" She walks over and finally picks you up from the made bed.

"...Hope," you say again.

She closes her eyes, trying to fight off her switch, but after some time it was no use. Opening them back up slowly, she looks down at you in her grasp, holding onto a lock of her wavy auburn hair.

"Hey y/n/n, I'm sorry. I'm here now sweetie" Hope holds your tiny frame against her tightly, not wanting to let go.

You lay your head on her collarbone with a hand still in her hair, content and happy being back with your big sister.

"You said your first word" she whispers into your hair and kisses your head.

#hope mikaelson #no humanity hope #hope mikaelson x sister reader #hope mikaelson x little sister #hope mikaelson x reader #humanity switch #baby reader #josie saltzman #lizzie saltzman #cleo sowande #milton greasley #kaleb hawkins #finch #cute #fluff #angst? #imagines #fanfic #thevampirediaries #theoriginals #legacies

[oldhollywoodimagines]

Let’s Get You To Bed

A/N: Not a request just something that I dreamed up. This is my first time writing anything for TKAM so please be gentle with me. 🤍

Pairing: Atticus Finch x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, typos, terrible grammar, etc. slightly suggestive dialogue at the end if you squint really hard.

Word count: 1,125

Summary: Scout wakes up not feeling good and comes for help.

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It was well past midnight when you heard it. The slow creak of a doors hinges followed by the light patter of a child’s feet. It wasn’t until your bleary eyes met her dark tear stained ones that you were fully awake. She stood quietly for a moment, hands clutching at her worn out teddy bear as she rocked back and forth on her heels.

You sat up on the edge of the bed gently, looking back over your shoulder to make sure that your sleeping husband, Atticus, remained asleep. He’d had a rough few days and deserved a good nights sleep.

Running a hand through your hair, your eyes once again connected with hers and you reached for her. Smiling softly when she wasted no time in coming to you, releasing her teddy bear and letting it fall to the floor with a gentle “thud”, she clambered onto your lap. Head resting in the nook between your head and shoulder as you cradled her gently.

“Scout, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Your voice hushed in an effort to not wake her sleeping father.

“I don’t feel good…” she paused, hands grasping your nightgown tightly before carrying on, “and, Jem said to go back to bed but I can’t.”

At this you nodded, wiping stray tears that rolled down flushed cheeks, hand molding to her forehead in an effort to check her temperature. A small smile quirking her lips upward as she nuzzled against your palm, enjoying the attention.

“You do have a fever.” You whispered back, placing a kiss where your hand had been, “let’s get you back to bed, hm?”

She nodded, rubbing her eyes tiredly as you carried her back to her room. Little fingers playing mindlessly with the seam on the shoulder of your nightgown. The simplicity of it making you smile for a second before you laid her back down, pulling her covers back up.

“I’ll be right back ok?” You assured, gently combing your fingers through her hair only to have her shake her head from side to side, her hand grabbing at your arm.

“Don’t go.” She pleaded, fingers lacing with yours.

“Scout? Y/N?” Jem’s tired voice echoed quietly from across the room, before he appeared at the foot of the bed.

“Scout, I told you not to make a fuss and go to sleep.” He scolded, eyes narrowed at his younger sister.

“Shut up, Jem.”

“Quiet you two.” Your interjection grabbing both their attentions, “are you feeling ok?”

Your attention now turned to Jem as you shifted to face him. The look on his face as stoic as one his Father would fix someone with. The sight making you want to smile for a second, before looking over him. He too had slightly flushed cheeks, but being in the stage of life that he was, he’d pretend it was nothing.

“Come here.” You motioned, beckoning him toward you with your free hand. Resting your wrist on his forehead you decided he felt a bit warm too, a fact that made you bite down on your lip.

“You go get back into bed too, I’ll be there in a second.”

“But, Y/N -“

“Hush.” You smiled at him, before standing up to make your way to the bathroom. Wetting a washcloth and grabbing some aspirin, you made your way back to their shared room. Shaking your head humorously at the sight of Jem now sitting on the corner of Scout’s bed.

“Here, both of you take these.” Passing out the pills to both outstretched hands, only to be met with Jem telling you there was nothing to take them with.

“Put this on your sisters forehead and I’ll go get some water.” Passing him the washcloth, a grin turned the corner of your lips upward at the sound of them chattering, “what’s this for?”

“She’s trying to bring your fever down.”

“It’s cold!”

“It’s supposed to be! How else would you expect it to work?” Jem’s voice a bit more stern now as he explained.

“Whisper your Dad’s sleeping.” You chuckled, passing them both water to take the pills.

“I told Scout not to wake you or Atticus up but she doesn’t listen.” He stated, fixing a glare at his yawning sister.

“It’s ok.” You assured, placing Scout’s glass on her bedside table, “let’s get you back to bed too.”

Nodding tiredly, he moved across the room to his own bed, surprising you when he let you pull his blankets over him.

“If you guys need anything else…” you paused, tucking the blanket under his chin, “holler and I’ll come help you.”

He nodded tiredly, eyes almost shut as he whispered a nearly silent “thank you, Y/N.”

Your heart melting slightly at the sight of the two children. They were so precious to you, and you were so happy that they’d accepted you the way the did. It was hard to have a stepparent, but they’d seemed to have taken it in stride. The smile that covered your face, dissipating into a look of shock as you spotted Atticus leaned against the door frame.

Glasses on and hair mussed from sleeping as he surveyed the room. The moonlight highlighting one side of his face and lacing through his ebony colored locks resting heavily on the few gray hairs that had taken place on his temples. The sight soon making the shock disappear as soon as it had appeared.

Ushering him away from the door, you left it cracked slightly as the two of you tiptoed out into the hall.

“Are they ok?” He inquired, eyebrow raised quizzically as he peered back toward the door you’d left ajar.

“They’ve got fevers, they’ll have to miss school. It’s probably the flu, Maudie said it’s going around.” You explained, smiling as his fingers traced your jaw before his hand rested on your forehead.

“And you, how’re you feeling?” A teasing smile flirting on his lips, replacing his hand with a tender kiss.

“I’m feeling much better now.” Smiling up at him you returned the actions, “and how are you feeling, Mr. Finch?”

Your tone hushed, as you whispered it against his skin, eyes doe like as you pulled back to look in his onyx colored ones. Placing one last playful smooch on his cheek, which flushed under your lips.

“I’m feeling a bit warm.” Resting his arms around your waist he embraced you, your head taking up residence against his shoulder, “especially now.”

“Maybe we should get you back to bed too?” You suggested coyly, pulling back so that your gaze rested on him.

“I think that’s a marvelous idea.” A smile covering his lips with his hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you back to your room

#atticus finch #Atticus finch x reader #to kill a mockingbird #gregory peck #atticus finch imagine

[cowboy-lover69]

Atticus Finch NSFW ABCs

18+ only

I know it's been a while, got busy. ANYWAY, hope you enjoy it.

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He would be very sweet, if you needed anything after sex, he would gladly get it for you. Usually, you and he have sex at night since Scout and Jem are awake during the day, so after sex you two almost always go straight to sleep.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partner's)

As much as he would love to say he loves every inch of you he has a preference, and it is the chest. Whether it's a man or a woman he loves the chest, he loves burying his face in it and he loves touching it and rubbing it, etc…

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Atticus likes to keep things very clean; he prefers cumming inside you since it keeps things a little cleaner than pulling out. If he can’t cum inside you he uses a condom and makes sure to dispose of it as soon as you two are finished.

D: Dirty Secret

He had dirty thoughts a lot of the time he is around you. He hates the idea of telling you so he never does, he thinks you would think he's creepy, so he just keeps it to himself. I feel like he would tell you a little bit of his thoughts if you guys are further along in a relationship.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he's doing he definitely does, but he was definitely a bit rusty the first time since it had been such a long time since he had slept with someone. He was not bad that first time by any means, just lacks finesse.

F: Favorite Position

Cowgirl definitely, is older and doesn’t have the amount of stamina he used to. He likes to see you riding him and a benefit is that he doesn’t have to do as much of the work. He doesn’t mind doing the work but if he had to choose one sex position to have sex in for the rest of his life it would be cowgirl.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Atticus takes sex very seriously. He doesn’t take it lightly and he would wait a while into the relationship to take that step, and maybe the first few times he wouldn’t appreciate the humor, but I feel like the longer you guys are together the more casual the sex gets so he lets lose a bit. 

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I feel before he started seeing you, he would not shave down there, mostly because he never really met anyone that he got serious enough with to have sex with. I think as soon as the possibility of having sex started to become really plausible, he started shaving.  

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's very romantic, he views sex as something very special so he’s very romantic about it. He’s very sweet and very gentle. He wants to be very gentlemanly about things which makes him come off as kind of and shy at least the first few times.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't like jacking off. it makes him feel gross even more so when he thinks of you while doing it. He doesn't do it super often because of that, but if he gets rather in the mood and knows he not going to have sex for a while he occasionally indulges.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It pains me to say Atticus is painfully vanilla, if you want to try something he's not opposed but he's never the one to initiate. He's not vanilla out of a fear of trying new things, he just likes to keep things simple. he's older so part of him may think his body isn't fit to try some more intense things.

L: Location (Favorite places to do they do)

Bed definitely, he is not a fan of public sex or having sex around the house. He has kids and he doesn't want them walking in, so at least the bedroom adds some amount of privacy. The bed is a great place for him because it's almost comfortable. the only thing he would not like about the bed is the stains. 

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He is turned on by you just being you a lot of the time, but some more specific thing is when you are fresh out of the shower or when you wear his clothes specifically his suit jackets. 

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

If he got a little too rough during sex, he would never forgive himself. I feel like if you even said ow hurt sec or showed discomfort he would stop and ask if you were okay or stop altogether. He doesn't enjoy himself if you aren't having a good time.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving head, and he's good at it too. He's great with his tongue and he enjoys seeing you have a good time. Sometimes he will jack himself off while eating you out, but he will ask first.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual, he likes to make every time you guys have sex like an event. He wants to make you feel loved. He makes sure it lasts all night; he doesn't like to rush. Sometimes he would like to do something a little faster but his stamina is just not there so he makes sure it's slower, so it lasts longer. 

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like quickies, not at all. At the end of a quickie, he just feels empty not fulfilled. He avoids doing it but it doesn’t mean he NEVER will. If you ask him, he usually will cave and do it.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

He will take risks if you ask nicely, but he will never go out of his way to try anything new, He only will for you. There are some things he put his foot down he will never do. Threesomes and public sex, he doesn't like the idea of sharing you with a third and he doesn’t like the idea of being caught and shamed for being with a woman in public especially with his job.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

 2 rounds at most, he doesn’t really have that much stamina before he has to call it quits. He doesn't have the stamina like he used to. He can last a long time after getting used to sex again but he can’t do more than 2 rounds. 

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Sex toys at the time didn’t really exist the way they do now so it would be a bit different. Since at the time, sex toys were not advertised for sex but face messages and beauty tools there is a chance he might own one. Whether he would think to use it for sex probably not, but you might. If you brought it up to him he would be open to it.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hates teasing you, it makes him feel guilty. He doesn’t like to see you beg for things it is kinda a turn-off for him even if he knows you're enjoying it. He just likes giving you what you want he doesn't want to force you to work for it.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not very loud. He is definitely naturally quiet but partly he doesn't want to wake Jem or Scout. At most, he makes a muffled moan if he has his head in something, but it's mostly grunts and panting. 

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He's very gentlemanly during sex. He makes sure your pleasure comes before his. He is very understated about what he wants in bed or his thoughts, he doesn't want to come off as creepy.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Uncut, clean-shaven, flaccid 6”3 inch, erect 7 inch

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He doesn't have a high sex drive at all. The default for him would be sex once every 2 weeks of course he doesn't mind more, he just doesn't need more. If you want to have sex whether he’s in the mood or not he will say yes most of the time.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After sex, it’s common for you two to talk for a bit. After all that he falls asleep in a timely manner usually, you are in his arms almost always after sex he can’t really sleep if you aren't.

Masterlist

#to kill a mockingbird #atticus finch x reader #atticus finch #x reader #18+ only

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Dear fellow Court of anons and other thristy comrades. I declare that I, once again, found gold.

We have here, a shy, reserved bottom owl who needs to be praised and called a good boy.

I shall let the juices flow.

Queenie, now's the turn to tell me. Anything more to know about the sexy owl before I once again be consumed by the inspo? Like suggested skin tone, more description u wanna change/keep?

LMAO NO FUCKING WAY? I THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD NOTICE THAT?

he has tanned skin, short silky smooth brown hair, big black eyed, pointy lips, button nose, and flat as a pancake both ways

Fun fact about owl finches mating:

"This is what all that male dancing and singing has been about, yet there are still some formalities involved. First, the cock bird will have to wait for the hen’s body language to invite him to mate. In many species, the hen will sit in a “mating position”, lifting and vibrating her tail. The male will then proceed to mount her and impregnate her with a “cloacal kiss”, in which the all purpose vents of the two birds will make brief contact. His wings will flap in order to push himself against her, and after a few seconds the whole thing will be over."

Sometimes, a cock bird will try and woo another male or female of another species

#Foolish the owl finch #queenie ocs #queenie writes #Mellsfern #yandere male #yandere x darling #yandere male x reader #male yandere #ocs #Yandere oc x reader #Yandere oc #Yandere harpy x reader #Yandere harpy

[mxeve0]

Atticus Finch X Virgin! Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), p in v, hair pulling, slight degradation??? idk we'll see.

Context: You babysit for Jem and Scout sometimes, whenever Atticus calls, but this time he calls for a different reason. Also it's your first time but he doesn't know that.

Grab a glass of water or smthn and settle down cos this one is LONGGG

Not Just A Baby-sitter

also he is so this song argue with the wall

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It wasn't often that you were called over to the Finch's house, but when you were it was usually just to watch Jem and Scout, to make sure they didn't burn the house down or anything. However, when Atticus rang you a couple minutes earlier, during the middle of the day when the kids were at school, you couldn't help but wonder why.

You knocked on the door, straightening out a crease in your skirt as you waited. The door opened, Atticus stood in the doorway, looking, well, not his best. His hair was ruffled and messy, his glasses were askew, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, as well as his...fly? You looked away quickly, hoping he didn't notice how your eyes trailed down him, examining him carefully. However, he didn't seem to have noticed as he grabbed your arm, pulling you into the house and shutting the door behind you.

"Sorry about this doll," he said quickly, sliding his hand down your arm to grab your hand, leading you into the kitchen. "It's just, I've got a problem you see, and, well, it could use a woman's touch," he explained, the colour of his cheeks darkening slightly as he did so.

"No, it's alright," You said softly, curiosity lacing your voice. As the two of you reached the opposite end of the kitchen, Atticus spun you around, pinning you against the counters now behind you. You start to gasp, but you were cut off as he abruptly pressed his lips against yours. As one of his hands reached up and caressed your jaw, and the other snaked it's way around your waist, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the bulge that threatened to spill out of his open fly.

The pair of you broke apart, breathing heavily as you look up at him through your lashes. Behind his glasses, his eyes were soft and compassionate, glossed over with sympathy and...guilt? His hands found their way to the zip on the back of your dress, undoing it slowly.

"If, at any point, you want to stop, we can," Atticus said as the zip reached the end. You smiled at his gentlemanly-ness, slipping the dress off and kicking it away. Wrapping your hands back around his neck, you watch as he examines your body, trailing his fingers down you gently. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips for a second, before he quickly places them back on yours.

You reach one hand up into his hair, tugging at it gently, whilst your other hand reached down his back, pulling him closer towards you. His shirt is rough against your bare skin, which his hands continue to explore. Atticus pauses the kiss to lift you up onto the kitchen counter. As you wrap your legs around his waist, you let go of his hair and start to undo the rest of his shirt buttons. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, begging for entry, which you allow.

His hot breath travels down your throat and you can taste a slight hint of red wine, whilst his hands reach behind you to undo your bra. You slip his shirt off and throw it, along with your bra, vaguely in the same direction as your dress. Atticus pulls away and rests his head on your shoulder. For those few seconds, all that could be heard was the heavy breathing that came from both of you.

"Have you been drinking?" You ask in between deep breaths. He looks up at you with puppy eyes and smiles gently.

"I may have had a glass of two, but I'm completely sober if that's what you're worried about," he says as his hands begin to fondle your breasts. You rest your head on top of his as he bites and pulls at the skin around your collarbone, leaving small marks.

As you trace your hands up and down his back, Atticus moves his hands away and replaces them with his mouth. He pulls gently, biting slightly a few times, but not enough to hurt. In fact, as his mouth continues to work on your breasts, you can feel a heat rising in the pit of your stomach, and your hands begin to mindless tug at the top of his trousers. Feeling your neediness, his mouth comes back up to meet yours, smiling as he kisses you passionately.

"Yeah~?" He says teasingly, grabbing your hands with his and using them to push his trousers down, just enough to make room for his bulge. Your eyes widen automatically as you take in the size of it, and you quickly try to regain composure. You feel his smile as he presses his lips against yours, his hands coming up to support your neck.

Pressing your lower shin into his crotch, Atticus moans quietly, letting you deepen the kiss, exploring his mouth with your tongue. Reaching up, you guide his hands down to your bare thighs. His hands were rough, but his movements were gentle and soft as he squeezed your thighs, ever so slowly moving closer towards your panties.

You pull away from him, breathing heavily as you rest your head on his shoulder. Looking down, you hooked a finger of the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal more of his happy-trail. Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you nuzzle into his neck, attempting to hide away as you pull the waistband all the way down. You feel as his dick springs up against his stomach, and you can't help but trace your fingers up and down, realising how big it actually is. You hear Atticus laugh breathlessly, so you look up to meet his gaze.

"Your face is getting warm," he smiles, looking down at you through his glasses. He pushes his hips forward, his dick gently grazing the wet fabric of your panties. You moan involuntarily, pushing your head back into his neck. Atticus kisses the back of your neck, slipping his fingers into your wet folds, earning another moan from you, which was muffled by his neck.

"Please~ Atticus," you whispered, trying to push your hips forward on the counter in an attempt to get some more friction.

"Alright," he smiled, wrapping his hands underneath your thighs, picking you up off of the counter. Placing you on the floor, Atticus spun you around by your waist and pushed the top of your back gently, bending you over the counter. You gasp as the cold countertop presses against your tits. Atticus pushes your legs further apart, and you can't help but feel slightly vulnerable in this position. "Are you ready?" He asks as you feel his dick graze lightly over your pussy. You nod and hum in approval.

"Sweetheart I'm not going any further until you say it," he says, leaning over you, his chest warm against your back. "Are you ready?"

"Yes- ah," you reply, feeling his tip brush against your folds. Atticus hums softly, standing back up straight and grabbing your hips to align himself. You bite your lip as he pushes his dick into you, stretching you out as he moves slowly. It hurt, but it was bearable. His pelvis is warm against your ass as he pushes his dick in as far as he can. Your back seems to arch automatically, as your brows furrow whilst you moan. Atticus stays still for a while whilst you get used to the feeling. You begin to rock back and forth gently, silently begging him for some kind of friction, which he allows.

He pumps into you, slowly at first whilst his hands grip your hips and thighs. You rest your head on the counter while you grip the edge of it tightly, breathing heavily and moaning involuntarily. Hearing Atticus whisper little praises made you realise that you'd never done this before, and you never would have imagined it would have felt this good.

"Ah, good girl~" He whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. You whimper faintly as his grip on your hips and thighs tighten. Propping yourself up on your arm, you try to turn around to look at Atticus, but the position stops you from looking at him properly. Noticing this, he moves one hand and presses down on your lower back to keep you in place whilst he grabs your jaw with his other hand, forcing you to look at him.

"You want to watch me ruin you? Hmm?" He teased, his voice laced with lust in a way that made you melt. He let go of you, and your head seems to whip back around. His hand reached up and tangled around your hair, pulling your hair hard, forcing you to lean your head back. A moan escapes your throat as he pumps into you at a steady pace. You listen as he whispers little things under his breath, and how your breathing becomes heavy.

"Att- ah~ Atticus, please go- go slower," you beg as your legs shake uncontrollably. He lets go of your hair and your head flops down onto your arms. Resting his hands in the middle of your back, Atticus slows down to a gentle pace, allowing you to catch your breath.

"You alright doll? I didn't...hurt you did I?" He asks, leaning over you slightly. You shake your head.

"No, I've just, never done this, before," you manage to say between heavy breaths. The air is quiet and heavy with thick tension as Atticus stops completely, pulling himself out of you and pulling your shoulders to stand you up straight.

"You've never...oh my," he mumbles as you turn around to look at him. One hand is resting on his hip while his other hand fidgeted with his glasses. You could see through the lenses that his eyes were glazed with guilt.

"What's wrong? You know, I'm glad that my first time is with you," You smile, desperate to continue. Reaching up, you grab his hand and bring it down, placing it in between your thighs. He smiles and chuckles quietly to himself. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks as his fingers work in between your folds.

"Alright darlin'," Atticus says, wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you up. You connect your lips to his as he places you down on the kitchen table gently. As the two of you separate from the kiss, he pushes you back down slowly, keeping one hand on your back to stop you from falling.

You rest your head against the wood as he pushes your legs apart, lining himself back up with you. Your legs wrap around his waist and your hands grip the edge of the table as his pushes into you. His dick went in easier this time, but it was still a little tight.

As his hips meet yours, Atticus leans over you, grabbing your hand and bringing it above your head, interlocking your fingers with his. You wrap your other hand around his neck to steady yourself.

He pumps into you at a steady pace, slower than before, but still hitting the right spot. Your legs tighten around him and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the involuntary noises that escaped your throat.

"Ah- you sound so good- sweetheart," he whispers, leaving little kisses along your neck. Your back arches as you feel an unexplainable sensation building in the pit of your stomach. You whisper his name, it being the only thing you can manage to say. He groans above you, letting go of your hand and gripping your hips. His grip is tight, and you know it would leave bruises later, but you were too overwhelmed to focus on that right now.

"Oh, Atti-" Your voice catches in your throat and your lower back lifts off the table and your legs shake wildly. He smiles and loosens his grip on your hips, watching you come down from your high.

You sigh and wipe away the few tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes. As your breathing slows, you sit up on your elbows, your gaze meets his. Atticus pulls himself out of you, groaning quietly as his dick throbs. He was close, you could tell.

You slide off the table, sitting on your knees, your eyes level with his dick. His hand reaches down and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

"Now be a doll and make sure I finish, won't you?" He asks, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your heart skipped a beat; you had never seen him so demanding before. You were going to, of course. It was the whole reason he called you after all.

Reaching your hand up, you wrap it around his hard cock, pumping it slowly. You rest your other hand on his thigh, continuing to stroke is dick, occasionally pausing to graze your thumb over the head.

Atticus tangles his fingers in your hair, gripping it firmly and pushing the tip to your lips. You take the head into your mouth. Continuing to pump his shaft, you use the tip of your tongue to tease his slit, earning a stifled moan from him. He pushes your head further down. You gag a little as it touches the back of your throat, and Atticus apologises, slightly letting go of your hair.

As you continue to bob your head up and down, you could feel his cock throbbing in your throat. His breath was becoming quick and shallow; you could tell he was close.

"Ah~ darlin' I'm gonna- oh god." Atticus groans as he thrusts into your throat. You can feel the cum hit the back of your throat, and you try to pull away but he holds you still. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving a small string of cum behind. He smiles as he watches you swallow.

"Stay there sweetheart, I'll get you cleaned up," he says, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hum quietly and sit back against the leg of the table, watching as he gets you a glass of water. If you weren't sure before, you were definitely sure that you loved him now.

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Finch Masterlist

Afternoon at the Pier - Based on this request: "finch x reader? the newsies are hanging out at the pier and he is hopelessly in love with her." Imagine

Talk To Me - Based on this request: “Finch and the reader grew up together and to confess his feelings he saves up a bunch of money for a nice picnic? where he almost backs out of telling you but then forces himself to do so ending in the love of his life and him finally being with one another?” Imagine

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Happy Wednesday

Chapter 17

Harold didn’t know what else to do, there was no other option as far as he could see. He needed you.

    ‘Harold, what is it?’ You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing loudly. You weren’t in the mood for a late night call. You hadn’t heard from Harold in weeks, not since you left on an icy note.

    ‘Please,’ he was crying. ‘I need to see you. Please, can I see you?’

    ‘What happened?’ You said, turning the light on and sitting up.

    ‘Evelyn, please, I just…’ he was breathing heavily, panicking. You jumped out of bed and began shoving on whatever clothes were nearby.

    ‘I’m coming.’ You said. ‘Harold, I’ll be at the library in twenty minutes, can you hang on?’

    ‘Yes, please hurry.’ Harold cried hard before hanging up.

    You raced over to the library, not caring that you hadn’t alerted your security team. Harold needed you.

    You ran up the stairs, Bear met you at the top, rushing with you to find Harold holding his head in his hands at his desk. He looked a mess, his tie was laying next to his glasses in front of him, and he was shaking.

    ‘Harold?’ You whispered, striding over to him. You placed your hand on his shoulder gently. ‘Hey, I’m here.’ Harold reached up to hold your hand, he was sweating and cold. ‘What happened to you?’

    Harold turned his head a little, his cheeks wet with tears and you couldn’t help yourself. You kneeled down next to him, wiping away the wetness over his face.

    ‘You came.’ His voice was hoarse.

    ‘You asked me to.’ You smiled, sympathetically. ‘You sounded like you needed some help.’ He turned his head a little more to look at you. ‘What do you need, Harold? Just tell me and it’s yours.’

    He was quiet for the longest time, something awful was going through his head, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

    ‘There was a bomb.’ He mustered. ‘It was strapped to John’s chest… I thought I was going to die…’ you sucked in a harsh breath, your hand still stroking his cheek. ‘All I could think about was how much I’d hurt you… I deserve to die without your forgiveness, I deserve to be punished for what I did.’

    ‘No, Harold,’ you shook your head, twisting his chair so that you knelt directly in front of him. ‘That is not your choice to make.’ You told him firmly. ‘You understand me, I will decide if I can forgive you, but you made a choice that was the right choice, knowing that it would mean we couldn’t be together, I’ve never blamed you for that. You don’t deserve to be punished for doing what you did to protect what we made. You don’t.’

    Harold heard you, but whether he believed you was a different story. ‘I don’t deserve you anymore.’ He said, that statement hurting more than any other. ‘The only thing I want in the whole world and I don’t deserve it. I broke it, the promises I made to you, I treated them like they were nothing.’

    ‘You never lied to me, Harold.’ You shook your head. ‘You were always honest, and you always took care of me, you’re still taking care of me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.’ You had in fact seen an increase in NYPD cars roaming around your block, likely something to do with Harold co-ordinating with Fusco and Carter.

    ‘I always hated your apartment.’ Harold confessed. ‘I always thought we’d get a house together, get married, and have a beautiful life together.’

    ‘So, did I.’ You smiled a little. ‘But life so rarely gives us what we want. It’s much more chaotic than that. All we can do is the best with what we have.’

    Harold nodded. ‘You’re right. You were always right.’ Harold looked down at your face, examining every part of it, committing it to memory. ‘I’m still in love with you.’ You felt your heart cracking the same way it had been every time you spoke with Harold. You swallowed hard. ‘I don’t expect you to say it back, or even feel it, but you’re right, our best is all we can do, after that, it’s out of our hands.’

    ‘Yes, it is.’ You nodded.

    ‘I’m sorry I woke you.’ Harold frowned for a moment. ‘You must be exhausted.’

    ‘I am.’ You half laughed. ‘Why don’t we get some sleep? You look like you could do with some rest yourself.’

    Harold’s eyes widened. ‘You mean you… in the same bed?’

    You stood up straight, knowing that Harold needed this, and one night spent next to him might just be what you needed to.

    ‘You said you needed me,’ you could feel your adrenaline wearing off. ‘And it’s either this or the floor.’

    You slid your hand into Harold’s and led him towards the bedroom he’d let you stay in while you were healing.

    Harold was the perfect gentleman, despite wanting to watch you all night, he refused to turn around while you took your trousers off. You hadn’t bothered taking your oversized t-shirt off, instead shoving on a pair of sweatpants and Harold’s old brown jumper. You slid under the sheets and watched Harold exit the bathroom in his own pyjamas.

    He hesitantly slid in next to you and lay flat staring at the ceiling, you watched him, still wide awake. You sighed and decided it was ridiculous to deny yourselves any longer. You moved closer to him, snuggling close to his body and wrapping your arms around him.

    Harold was warm, breathing a little heavy for your liking, but he was beginning to relax and your eyes were growing heavier by the second.

    ‘If you’re uncomfortable at any point-‘

    ‘Harold.’ You mumbled into his shoulder.

    ‘Yes?’

    ‘Go to sleep.’

 You woke feeling a warm body wrapped around yours, the familiar sounds of soft breathing close to your shoulder and neck, fingers interlocked with yours, legs tangled and the feeling of home seeping into your bones.

    The sun was just starting to come up and you couldn’t have been asleep for very long, but the chance to feel Harold around you once more was worth remaining awake just a little longer for.

    You remembered so many nights spent next to him, some of them more clearly than others. You loved the sound of Harold in a deep sleep, one that you knew he’d be well rested from, one that he sorely needed. You loved the feel of his body holding onto yours like he was scared to let go. And you adored the moments he woke, realising his position and kissed whatever skin he could reach.

    Harold adjusted his position behind you, pulling you closer for a moment, his mouth grazing below your ear, sending warmth through your being, before letting go, realising where he was. He began moving back and away, but you weren’t ready.

    ‘Don’t.’ You whispered. ‘Please don’t let go.’

    Harold didn’t move for a moment, contemplating what it meant, but eventually you felt his body settle against yours, pulling you closer once again. You found yourself pressing back against Harold, needing his body heat, needing to feel him loving you.

    It was a moment, before Harold relaxed properly behind you, feeling like you really did want him to hold you. It was everything he needed.

   You dozed for a while, just allowing the sun to come up before even considering getting out of bed. Harold shifted a little, before needing to lie on his back, it seemed he was in some discomfort and you suddenly remembered his injury. You turned to snuggle into his side, trying to be careful about where you put your weight.

    ‘Are you in pain?’ You whispered, your hand placed gently on Harold’s chest.

    ‘I’m used to it.’ He whispered back. You noticed his breathing was a little heavy.

    ‘Tell me what you need.’

    Harold pulled his knees up and you shifted your lower body out of the way. ‘I’m just a little stiff.’ He moved his hips a little to try to loosen up his lower body.

    ‘If you need to get up…?’

    Harold thought about it, before deciding it was best for him to get out of bed. You watched him struggle to stand, his hand going to his neck as he leaned against the wall for support. Your instinct was to get up and try to help.

    ‘No.’ Harold panted. ‘Please, I’m fine.’

    You stepped back for a moment, letting him breathe through the pain, but it was too much for you to bear.

    ‘Harold, please let me help.’ You placed your hand on his lower back, making him flinch, but it seemed that your soft touch was exactly what he needed to feel some relief.

    You listened to his breathing, assessing just how much pressure was needed and you soon felt just how stiff he really was. You massaged the tense muscle, slowly moving his shirt out of the way to massage the skin directly. The sound of relief that came from Harold was a surprise, but one that you knew he needed.

    You continued to run your fingers over the scarred skin, never thinking twice about it and gently resting your head between his shoulder blades.

   ‘How’s that?’ You whispered.

   Harold breathed out and you heard the smile he had on his face. ‘I haven’t felt such relief… ever.’

    You closed your eyes, still massaging his back. ‘You need me to do your neck as well?’ You offered.

    ‘I don’t…’ Harold hesitated. ‘It’s okay. You’ve done enough.’ His hand came around to stop yours and you knew where this was heading.

    ‘Harold,’ you placed your free hand on top of his. ‘Please don’t do this.’ You begged. ‘You asked for my help, and I came. Don’t push me away now.’

    Harold breathed deeply for a few minutes, thinking on what he should do.

    ‘I’m sorry.’ He breathed. ‘I’m sorry. I can’t do this.’

    You swallowed hard and slowly took your hand away from his back. You felt disappointment fill your chest and tears fill your eyes. You felt humiliated. Harold had never done that to you before. You stepped away and Harold didn’t dare look back.

    You cleared your throat, deciding enough was enough, you weren’t going to stand to be treated like this again. You went to pick up your clothes and leave, clearly you were no longer needed.

    ‘Wait.’ Harold stopped you. You turned reluctantly to see him leaning back against the wall, staring at you, his eyes scanning over your bare legs before shooting up to your face. He swallowed thickly. ‘I forgot something.’ You frowned, not understanding. ‘You were always more beautiful first thing in the morning than any other time of day.’ He swallowed again. ‘I always thought I imagined it, but every morning you’d get out of bed and I’d see the light surrounding you… like it is now.’

    Harold’s eyes held yours, you knew what it would usually mean; whenever Harold looked at you like that before, you went back to bed and didn’t leave for an entire weekend. But this time, Harold didn’t move towards you, he wasn’t going to kiss you and you probably wouldn’t spend all day in bed.

    ‘I don’t know what that means anymore.’ You whispered.

    Harold pushed himself off the wall, being careful not to take too many steps towards you in case you rejected him.

    ‘It means, I will never stop loving you,’ another sting in your chest. ‘And I think a part of you still loves me. I asked you to come here when I needed something, when I needed you, and you came without hesitation… people only do that when something still lingers between them.’ Harold’s eyes were filling with tears. ‘Last night, I thought I was going to die. I thought I would never again have the chance to prove that… we built something extraordinary and it will forever entwine us in more ways than we can conceive. I thought I would never get the chance to tell you how beautiful you are, and how I never believed myself to be worthy of you.’

    You let a tear fall down your cheek, not having the energy to wipe it away anymore, you never did these days.

    ‘You asked me once,’ Harold continued. ‘Why I always gave you options, why I always told you that saying no was okay… I didn’t lie to you, but I’m not sure I ever realised the whole truth. I was giving you the option to walk away. To find someone like Alec to be with, because I knew that the time I got with you was everything I’d always wanted. And nothing lasts forever, so if you decided it was over, I convinced myself that I would be okay with that. I think at one time, I may have even believed it enough that it could be true… but then you agreed to marry me, and everything changed.’

    You couldn’t stop your tears flooding from your face, but Harold kept going.

    ‘When you said yes, I knew that no matter what happened, I would spend the rest of my life with you in one way or another. I knew that I’d set myself up for heartbreak, because the second you decided you wanted to leave, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.’

    ‘So, making me believe you were dead was the solution?’ You said through stuttered breath.

    ‘It was a unique situation,’ Harold knew that was the wrong way to say it. ‘I always thought you could do better. I thought if I left, you would move on and live out your dreams and find someone who could give you more than I could.’

    You sniffed, shaking your head. ‘And what about now?’

    ‘Now?’ Harold repeated. ‘Now, I see the truth, which was that it wasn’t my choice.’ He took another tentative step towards you. ‘I forgot to give you the option to stay with me, to help me after the accident… to care for me. If I had, I might have felt relief much sooner in my life.’

    You nodded. ‘I would have made you get surgery.’

    ‘I know.’ Harold gave a brief smile. ‘I’m sorry I hurt you. It seems such a small thing to say given how you feel, but it’s true. I understand if you blame me for what happened, and if you decide to remain upset with me… I will understand that as well, but you should know something.’ Harold took the last step towards you, his body heat touching your skin. ‘There is nothing in this world that will change the way I feel for you, and there is nothing anyone can do that will hurt me more than the pain of knowing I hurt you for a second time.’ You frowned, asking the question. ‘If I had died last night, there would be no way for you to tell if it was real or not. Given the way I know you still feel about me, you may have believed it to be another fake and gone looking for me, which would have resulted in one of two things happening: either you would fail and realise you were chasing a ghost, or you would simply continue on. Lingering.’ Harold’s face contorted with pain once more. ‘I can’t do that to you again.’

    You just stood crying in front of Harold, not knowing why you couldn’t stop and hoping he could take away the pain.

    ‘You’re right.’ You whispered, your breathing still heavy. ‘I do blame you for what happened.’ Harold didn’t seem anymore hurt or surprised. ‘But I am trying so hard not to, because I know the truth as well. None of this is your fault alone. We both made the machine what it is, and it saves a lot of people. It does it’s job and we couldn’t ask for more than that. It’s one of the reasons I’m so glad we put it out of reach.’ It was Harold’s turn to frown, making your mouth flicker a smile. ‘If I could get access to the machine, I would have done so much damage. I would have not only found you, but I would have gone looking for the people who killed Nathan.’ Harold kept his frown, not sure whether to believe you. ‘I’d never felt anger like it, and I don’t know what I would have done if I found the ones responsible.’

    Harold instinctively lifted his hand to wipe your cheeks and for a fraction of a second you froze. You weren’t ready to be touched just yet. And Harold noticed.

    ‘I’m sorry.’ He breathed, slowly taking his hand away.

    ‘It’s okay.’ You shook your head. ‘You didn’t do that to me.’

    ‘No, but I did other things that were just as bad.’ Harold admitted.

    You both stayed quiet for a while, just watching each other, awkwardly figuring out whether you should move away, but nothing seemed to be the right choice.

    ‘I miss waking up next to you.’ Harold suddenly said. ‘I miss making you laugh.’ He swallowed thickly. ‘Thank you for coming, for being with me a while. I know it must have been hard for you.’

    You gave a brief smile. ‘That’s the thing. I actually found it the easiest thing I’ve done in a long time.’ There was a flicker of hope that drifted over Harold’s face, but you didn’t want him to hold too tightly to it. ‘I don’t know whether that was to do with yours or my needs, Harold. I may have been selfish.’

    ‘You know I never minded that.’ He said like instinct. ‘I always wanted you to have exactly what you wanted and never feel bad about asking for it.’

    You nodded, another smile emerging on your face. ‘Yeah, and there was a lot I wanted from you. I wonder now if I didn’t give enough back.’

    Harold shook his head to stop your train of thought. ‘Just being with me and being happy was all I ever asked for from you. That was more than enough for me.’ He could still see the doubt in your eyes. ‘That picture of us in your office, I remember that night vividly. It was a charity event that Nathan invited us to, it was the last time you wore that dress that you weren’t sure about.’

    You started to remember what he was talking about. ‘It wasn’t that I wasn’t sure about it, it was just that I didn’t feel like myself at those things and the dress was… revealing.’

    You both chuckled, quietly. ‘It was.’ Harold nodded. ‘But, for me, it was a blessing to know that everyone who looked at you in that dress might have been able to see a fraction of your beauty the way I see it. To understand just how important you are to the world and how lucky I was to be standing with you.’

 Four years ago.

‘Are you sure the dress is still fine?’ You asked, adjusting your green dress in the hotel room mirror so that it covered your chest appropriately. ‘I feel like I might be wearing it in a little too much.’

    Harold sighed coming up behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist as he spoke low against your neck. ‘You’re beautiful, the dress has nothing to do with it, but feel free to take it off.’

    He made you giggle, before kissing below your ear and grabbing his jacket. Harold always had a way to make you smile when you felt insecure about yourself, or when you needed a distraction from what was going on around you. He was always there and you hoped he would be for a long time to come.

    You went down to the function where Nathan was waiting to greet you. He pecked your cheek and shook Harold’s hand, you even danced together at one point, Harold watching on and feeling the familiar pang of jealousy that it wasn’t him holding you.

    He sat at the table in the corner and just watched as you laughed at something Nathan said. Harold couldn’t express how much he adored you and Nathan getting along, he was worried you wouldn’t and at that point he wouldn’t have known what to do.

    Harold finally got the chance to dance with you, but before you could get onto the dancefloor, Nathan insisted on a photo. Harold was nervous, he wasn’t one for public photos, but you seemed okay with it.

    ‘Just relax.’ You chuckled, your hand going to his chest, keeping his focus on you.

    Harold’s hand immediately went around your waist, the other sliding into his trouser pocket and he was suddenly captivated by your expression. It was the same one that told him you loved every part of who he was, no matter what that was. The one that told him you only ever wanted to kiss him for the rest of your life.

    Barely six months into your relationship and all Harold could do was think how you were the one for him. No questions.

    ‘Go dance.’ Nathan cheered, neither of you noticing that he’d even taken the picture, but Harold was grateful for the relief.

    You swayed together on the dance floor, Harold couldn’t get enough of feeling your body close, feeling your soft hand placed in his, whispering low and making you giggle at small things that neither of you would ever remember.

    ‘Thank you for this, Harold.’ You said, tears in the corners of your eyes from laughing so much.

    ‘You’re welcome, but the night isn’t over yet.’ He flirted.

    It made you laugh again, but you shook your head. ‘I don’t just mean tonight, I mean the last few months, taking me to events and… making me happy.’

    It warmed Harold’s whole being to hear you say it. ‘It’s been a privilege.’ Harold told you. ‘Truly.’

    You stayed dancing together for a little while longer, but when the opportunity arose, Harold suggested you go somewhere more private, like your hotel room.

    ‘Tell me what you want.’ You whispered against Harold’s lips as you entered the room, your arms around his shoulders, his around your waist.

    ‘To see you smile, hear you laugh.’ Harold smiled.

    ‘That’s not what I meant.’ You hummed, feeling his body pressing a little more into you.

    ‘I know what you meant.’ Harold pressed a soft kiss to your lips. ‘The answer is the same either way. I just want you to smile.’

    Harold was an enigma, one you were sure would always hold some mystery for you, you were never really sure if he meant what he said or just giving you what he thought you wanted.

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You flinch

featuring: Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi

Bokuto

Bokuto never realized when you'd flinch, where it'd be if Kuroo slumped his arm around you harshly (not meaning to be so harsh) or when he or Hinata excitedly run up to you yelling. It wasn't until you watched them lose for the first time. You didn't know how to come about this. You walked towards him slowly, you gently grabbed his arm eyes widening as he pushed you off him. Only for you two flinch as his hand stopped in front of your face. Bokuto stared at your scared expression. Akaashi looked between his best friend and you. Bokuto moved his hand back holding them both up. "Baby?" He bent down to your eye level with a sad smile. "I'm sorry..."

"Bo..." His eyes widen as tears fell, he looked at Akaashi for help who made a circle with his arms. Bokuto immediately pulled you into his arms tightly. "My dad use to hit me." You muttered quietly into his chest. Bokuto's grip tightened, kissing your head softly.

"I'm sorry baby owl. I'll never do that to you. Hey." He pulled your head back and made you look at him. "I love you."

"I know, Bo. I love you too."

"The day I ever lay a hand on you is the day I die. You here me?"

"I know, baby." He pulled you back into his arms kissing your head.

Kuroo.

Kuroo walked through y'all shared apartment tired as you talked behind him, "babe, I'm tired. It's been a long day."

"Kuroo, I'm talking to you about something that's bothering me. Weren't you the guy who said I could come to you about these things?"

"I wouldn't of said it if it'd be everyday I hear this story."

"Well, maybe if you'd listen to me." Everyday you'd meet to Kuroo after practice to walk him home. You met their new manager the other day and since then you noticed how her hand lingers longer than needed when she touched him. Or how her eyes are always one him, no one but him. Or how she laughs at all his stupid jokes, you figured a guy like Kuroo would be smart enough to know when a girl hits on him. But nope.

"She's just my manager. She has to have her eyes on me, she has to give me notes on things. Babe, I only see you." You looked up at him as he grabs your arms. "I'm tired, let's go to bed and I promise I'll talk to her."

"Promise?"

"Promise." And he did, right in front of you. He was in the middle of the conversation when you walked up. "Say, G/n, while I have you here. Do you like me? Like into me?"

"It's about time you notice!" She hit his shoulder laughing lightly. Your boyfriend looked at you with sad look in his eyes. “So what you gonna do about it?” You walked away thinking he’d leave you for her. But you missed the best part.

“Nothing I’m already with the love of my life.” Kuroo went to look back at you sighing as you left. He dread the walk back to your home. He opened the door wincing at the silence. He looked at you at the table seeing you mess with your hands. “Kitten?”

“I told you…”

“I don’t need an ‘I told you so’ right now. I already feel stupid.”

“Well, now you know how I feel. I felt stupid every time you’d say she’s just a friend. Or how you’d miss the way she looks at you. I’d feel stupid when I see you two together and think your better off with her and not me. I feel stupid when I feel insecure because I know your not-”

“Y/N!” You flinched as he slammed his hands on the table while shouting your name. “Shit, sorry baby. I didn’t mean to scare you…” he walked around the table freezing his hands above yours silently asking permission. You grabbed his hands making him smile lightly. “I’m not him. I will never be him. I’m sorry I didn’t listen sooner. I should’ve considered your feelings and talked to her sooner. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay just next time please listen to me. I know what it’s like to be in love with you. And it scares me okay? That someone as pretty as her can just wiggle her way in.”

“But she never did. I never noticed her. I notice you. It’s you I love. No one could ever come between that. Between this.” He wrapped his arms around you tightly smiling down at you. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Ku.”

Akaashi.

Akaashi's calm, and very collected. Their are times where he'd raise his voice to tell Bokuto to shut up, or deepen his voice when agreeing to something he doesn't want to. Or sometimes he speaks with the calm and smooth voice that you love. You smiled and jumped up as their team lands a point, screaming 'get it back' when they lose a point. Akaashi would look up and smile at you as you did this. He loved that you loved supporting him. Once they won they all let out a scream. You couldn't hold in your excitement and ran down the stairs, your boyfriend noticed and met you half way pulling you into his arms. Bokuto joined making you jump, you two pulling away after. "Shut up!" You flinched looking down as Akaashi yelled at his friend, Bokuto was to notice it as he was staring at you, Akaashi followed and looked at you in shock. "Y/n?"

"Are you okay?"

"Um, Bokuto give us some space please." Bokuto nodded his head looking between you two before heading back to the court. "Babe." His fingers gently brushed your chin which made you flinch again, Akaashi felt his heart drop at the sight. "Baby owl." Your heart melted at his words. "What's wrong?" He lifted your head to meet your eyes, you sighed and told him how your ex use to raise he voice to get things done for him. And how if you'd refuse he'd hit you and then apologize saying he didn't mean to. That he just wants you to know that he loves you and would love you more if you did this or that for him. Akaashi's chest tightened at the story before pulling you into his arms. "I love you, and I would never do that to you, baby. You are your own person. I would never do that, you matter to much to me."

"I know Aka, I guess it's just muscle memory."

"I get it babe. How about we get ice cream and go home?"

"I'd love that."

#haikyuu!! #angst #fluff #cute haikyuu #haikyuuimagines #haikyuu #flinchxhaikyuu #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto x y/n #akaashi keji x reader #kuroo x reader #finch

[vyph2001]

[Suit & Maid AU]

Lee Hakhyun x 1864 Cheon Inho

Tag: selfcest (???), toxic, tragicomedy, etc.

This is a couple made in ORV Discord. "LHH the Ground Rat" & "CIH the Evil Cockroach" have a spicy enemies to lovers relationship, thanks to a lot of side stories readers’s roleplay.

Suit & Maid AU is the idea of Chair @rlaehrwk-37 & Lime. I changed to 1864 CIH becuz I enjoy 40 YJH x 40 CIH.

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🎊 Congratulations Chair for not winning the poll! 🎊

(You almost got 49% of the votes LMFAO)

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In the webnovel, CIH smokes during a conversation scene with KDJ (webtoon cut it off)

So, here's a spicy idea: Under the flickering lights of Geumho station, Cheon Inho smoked a cigarette and blew the smoke into Lee Hakhyun's face. The two then exchanged a passionate kiss, their breaths mixing with the smell of cigarette smoke 🚬🔥

#ty Chair for the beta #or I die like KDJ & faint like LHH #I can't believe Finch also enjoys this ship <3 appreciate that #LHH x 1864CIH #ground rat x evil cockroach #lee hakhyun #cheon inho #orv side story #orv spoilers #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint

[stevenose]

han i regret to inform u i am thinking

of course about cowboy steve obviously

oh cowboy steve? the guy that brings you fresh blackberries and milk and honey and then fucks you on your kitchen table?

but that post 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 it’s one of those nights where you’ve been a little too snappy with him so he’s gotta teach you to be nice. rids you of everything except your underwear and tucks his cock into the front of them, rubs his leaking cock in between your folds. you only get a little bit of stimulation on ur clit whenever he thrusts and he’s being so sloppy with it.

“inside,” you finally beg. “oh, please, steve.”

he crowds into your personal space. “gimme a kiss.”

you do, a little begrudgingly.

steve hums. “i’m not so convinced y’need me, peach.”

you scowl. “you know i do!”

he grins, shit-eating. presses your legs apart so he can really see the mess he’s making of you. “if you really need me, you’ll be good and wait f’me. got that?”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #cowboy!steve #finch tag #hiiii finch