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titaniasfairy · 3 months

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john price might be a little territorial

cw: fem!reader, soft dom!price, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v,

honestly got this idea after @glossysoap mentioned needing to experience beard burn 😭

18+ MDNI !!

being a liaison for the SAS unit, specifically the task force 141, was working out wonderfully for you.

despite you being a glorified paperwork handler, the job had its perks. with government healthcare and a pretty hefty salary, you were going along just fine.

not to mention your co-workers, who are just lovely. most of them have become your best friends who you can tell anything to.

soap who’s just a sweetheart, always trying to help you in whatever way possible. you remember one day where he brought you lunch because you were so busy with your reports, saying he couldn’t stand to see you hungry.

gaz who’s so patient with you! he doesn’t mind if it takes a little longer to get his files turned in or his mission reviews typed up. some nights he’ll even bring you a cup of coffee to keep you awake.

ghost who’s just a gentle giant. always telling you dad jokes to brighten up your day, going above and beyond to make you smile. he’ll leave sticky notes on your desk with silly puns or inside jokes to make the day a little easier.

and captain john price, who never fails to make you cum. after a long, hard night he’ll come knocking on your office door to lay you down on your desk and fuck you with his fingers. his thick digits will curl up into your g-spot to make your legs spasm and your back arch.

if you ever needed an off day to destress or relax, best believe he’s at your door the moment he finds out. in his eyes, the best way to destress is to bend you over the bed and fuck you into oblivion.

while your moments with him are so blissful, the second he leaves you’re stuck in a state of loneliness. you’ll lay in your bed that just feels so cold without his warming presence. john says he can’t spend the nights, afraid of what would happen if anyone found out about your relationship.

but this idea changed all so suddenly.

the team was out one night celebrating their recent mission. they sat in a dimly lit pub drinking in celebration. while john was only a bit buzzed, the rest of the team was piss drunk.

gaz and soap were arm wrestling , and simon was acting as a ‘judge’ for the contest. the three of them were laughing hysterically when price’s phone rang.

you were still on base getting some reports done, and had to ask john an important question on filing the documents. you got your answer and thanked him before hanging up.

when john put his phone away, the boy’s focus was now on him and his phone call. gaz asked if it was you on the phone with a cheeky look on his face and john nodded.

“did ya’ see what she was wearin’ today? i could barely take my eyes off of er’ arse in that skirt.” johnny said while sipping his pint.

“cmon, soap be a gentleman.” kyle said while nudging his teammate’s shoulder.

“don’t deny it! you n’ LT were just goin’ on about how good her tits looked in that blouse last week!”

“he’s right, gaz.” simon mumbled out from the other side of the table.

all the while price was clenching his fists furiously. he couldn’t stand having his men talk about what was his— what only he could have. he stood up suddenly and gathered his things.

“i’m goin’ home, got laundry to do.” it was a bold face lie. price had no intention of going home, not until he claimed you for the night.

before the boys could say anything john was gone. he slammed the door of his truck closed and started the engine, dead set on making you know you’re his.

price’s hands gripped the steering wheel hard, his jeans growing tighter just at the thought of what he was going to do to you.

without having to think about it, his feet led him to your office and knocked on your door loudly.

your sweet voice called out “come in” and he barged into the room, slamming the door behind him.

“john, what’s wrong i thought you went-”

“strip.”

his words took you off guard and you gave him a confused look by squinting your eyes and furrowing your brows.

“what are you talking about-”

he interrupted you again

“i said strip. do it before i make you.”

you closed your laptop and began unbuttoning your blouse, fingers nervously shaking in anticipation of what was to come. you shrugged the blouse off and threw it across the room while john hummed in approval.

“turn around and take the skirt off.”

his arms were crossed and his gaze was intensely fixed on you. you turned slowly and john got a good look at your ass in that tight pencil skirt you were wearing. you unzipped the skirt and threw it onto the pile before you hastily took off your heels. you were left in your bra and panties, a wired t-shirt bra and your cotton underwear.

you turned back around and john advanced on you by grabbing your waist and pulling you into a hot kiss. his teeth clashed against yours and his tongue fought its way into your mouth while your hands held his face.

his hands lingered on your body and palmed your breasts through your bra. john pushed you up against him and you could feel his throbbing erection through his jeans, making you moan softly.

“gonna show them all who you belong to.” john’s words came out in a growling voice and before you could respond, he picked you up and placed you on your desk. his lips traveled from your mouth to your jawline and eventually falling to your neck. he left dark marks with his lips and teeth, effectively claiming you with his marks.

between moans you huffed out in protest, “john- people will see them.” your hands moved to push him away, but he persisted.

“let them see. let them know who gets to please you like this.”

you’ve never seen john so possessive, he’s always been cautious with your meetings, too scared to have everyone know of your secret. the hanging threat of the consequences always loomed over his head, but now it seemed like the captain had nothing to lose.

his words went straight to your core, soaking your panties with arousal. john reached his hands behind your back and freed you from your bra. his eyes immediately glued onto your tits as your nipples hardened from the sudden cold air.

greedy hands groped your breasts while john’s lips wrapped around the bud of your nipple and sucked hard. your fingers ran through his short hair and gripped hard when his teeth grazed against you.

he moved his mouth to the other breast, repeating his actions. his hand slid down your stomach and into your soiled panties. you could feel him smile against you when his fingers ran across your wet slit.

“so wet for me, love. you been thinkin’ about this all day?”

it was like he could read your mind. ever since you woke, dirty thoughts of john and his cock filled your head. your thighs squeezed together with every word he spoke.

“yeah.. been needy all day for you.”

he took his mouth off of your breast and gave you a soft kiss. “i know, love. i’m gonna take care of it, f’you.”

his hands moved to rid you of your panties, leaving you completely naked on your desk. john’s lips left a wet trail of kisses down your body, landing on the hood of your pussy. soft blue eyes started into yours as john sank to his knees in front of you.

john took hold of your thighs and left small pecks on the inside of them. he teased you relentlessly, making you ache inside. you needed his mouth and whined out to let him know.

“if you want something, you have to ask.” he mumbled out against the plush of your thighs.

you whimpered out, but to no avail. john’s eyes stared into you and you had no choice but to beg.

“please eat my pussy! i need to feel your mouth on me, john.”

“that’s better.”

his mouth latched onto your sex and began to lap at your inner folds. it was messy and wet the way his tongue ran along your cunt and slobbered on your clit. you muffled your moans with your hands and arched your back, trying so hard to get even closer to him.

you ground your hips into him and held his hair with your fingers. his lips latched around your clit and sucked hard. john began to palm his length through his jeans, making him moan against your core. the vibrations against you only made your peak come faster.

his beard stung against your thighs, only adding to your pleasure. you were sure that tomorrow it’d hurt like a bitch, but right now it was fucking divine.

“taste so fucking good, love.” john’s middle and ring finger slipped inside of you, causing your mouth to let out an involuntary moan. john chuckled and circled your clit with his thumb while thrusting his digits into you.

“go on, baby. let everyone know who you belong to.” in reality there was no one left in the office area. everyone had either gone to their barracks or the dining hall.

you moaned out as his fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot only john could reach. your legs shook and he could tell that you were close.

“you gonna cum for me? gonna wet my fucking fingers with your juices? come on love, let go for me.”

his lips wrapped around your clit once more, sending you over the edge. you moaned out in bliss while your body spasmed. you soaked john’s fingers with your cum as he continued to thrust them into you.

once you came down from your high, john carefully removed his fingers from you and sucked them clean. after which he kissed you hard, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

while his tongue was busy in your mouth, his hands began to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. john pulled down his jeans along with his boxers and revealed his achingly hard length. it throbbed at the feeling of the air, standing tall at about 7.5 inches.

john pulled his lips from yours and aligned his cock to your entrance. “you ready, dear?” his eyes were filled with gentleness and lust and you could only give him a small nod. his hips slowly thrusted forward inside you, filling you up by the second.

when his hips were flush against yours and he was fully inside you, he kissed you softly. “you feel so fucking good. no one else gets this but me, you understand?” the feeling of his cock inside you was so overwhelming that you could only let out a whiney “mmhm!”

after your response, john began to thrust his cock into you hard. his hands gripped your thighs as pounded into you. his cock was so big that it hit every spot inside you, leaving you a crying mess below him.

your moans were reduced to small ‘ah ah ah’s while john let out grunts and groans from the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him. he swears that you’re the tightest pussy he’s ever fucked.

his balls slapped against your ass and the sound of skin on skin filled the room. john pushed your legs back against your chest, getting the deepest angle he could. your tummy bulged with him inside you and john’s eyes focused hard on your abdomen, pressing his hand on the prominent bulge inside you.

“you feel that baby? i’m so fucking deep inside you, love. wonder how your tummy would look if it was full with my kid.”

your eyes shut at the thought of john impregnating you and your cunt squeezed around him, sucking his cock back inside of you.

“you like that, hm? like the idea of carrying my baby? gonna tell everyone who’s it is? tell everyone it was me who did this to you?” john’s grip on your waist tightened and his thrusts were harder.

your orgasm began to rise up again, getting closer with every thrust inside you. john’s grunts became full on moans and his thrusts began to stutter. your hands groped your tits and your fingers swirled your nipples, bringing you closer to release.

“come on, love, let’s cum together. i need to empty my balls in this tight little cunt. need to give you my baby, need to breed this wet pussy.”

before john could finish his sentence you were moaning out and cumming on his length. his seed began to spill inside you in long fat ropes of his cum while he let out pornographic groans into the air. you threw your head back and rode out your high as john did for his.

once the both of you were spent, john slowly pulled out of your pussy and pulled your panties back on before putting his own pants on. he sat in your office chair and pulled you into his lap while you were still nude.

he held you against his chest while running his hand up and down your back. you felt complete with him, you found solace in these moments with him.

“i don’t want us to be a secret anymore, love. i can’t take it.”

you lifted your head and stared into his eyes in disbelief. “but what about-?” he shushed you and held you close.

“i’m not worried about that anymore. i want everyone to know you’re my girl.”

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joesheistyy · 1 year

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Singing in the shower

Your favorite way to get rid of a bad day was to blast some of your favorite musical tunes while taking a shower

Your day had been super long. Consisting of 8am classes up until a 5pm night class. Those days were the most exhausting and Joe knew that. Not only did your day feel like years, it was also super frustrating because one of your professors would teach one thing and then say people were wrong when repeating exactly what she had said. (a/n: I have a professor like this rn and its infuriating)

Coming home from class, you still had a buttload of homework to do. The 2 hour gap you had at lunch time wasn't enough time to get stuff done like it usually was. When unloading your stuff at your desk at home, you made sure to plug in your computer so it would have battery for your work later. Sometimes, when you had stressful days, you'd do homework downstairs while Joe would clean or play games, his presence calming you.

"Hi princess, how was class?" he asked when he saw you come down the stairs. He was taking a shit when you originally got home.

"It was alright, it was just super stressful and my professor pissed me off," you sighed, pouring yourself a glass of wine.

"I'm sorry baby, I remember those days and how frustrating they are," he said, pulling you into a hug. You let out a sigh, letting some stress from the day begin to fade. Joe had cooked dinner for you since he knew how hungry you were when coming home from your long class days. He made your favorite comfort meal, butter noodles and roasted asparagus.

"Thanks for cooking, Joey. It's delicious," you said with a mouth full of food, unlocking your iPad to look at your planner. Joe glanced at the amount of assignments that you had yet to do, giving you a kiss and walking away so you could get started.

After finishing your meal, you set your plate in the sink and headed toward the living room where Joe was playing games. He looked over at you and smiled as you sat down with your computer, iPad, and glass of wine. You opened your devices and got to work.

After about an hour, Joe had finished up his game and came over to check on you, digging his thumbs into your shoulders to help you destress a little bit.

"Mmmm baby that's so good. I never realize how tense I am until you do this," you sighed into his touch.

"How about a hot shower baby? You can sing your little heart out, I know how much that helps you destress," he suggested as you closed your computer. You had gotten plenty done, and the only assignments you had left were due at the end of the week.

"Actually, that sounds amazing," you said, stacking up your things, making sure your Apple Pencil was attached to your iPad. You always seemed to misplace that damn thing.

Joe headed up toward your shared master bathroom, getting the water started for you. You followed him up there, picking out some comfy clothes, opting for a pair of his boxers and one of his large t-shirts. You grabbed the JBL speaker out of your nightstand and turned it on. Pulling up your favorite playlist called theater songs to sing at the top of your lungs.

After the shower had been heated up, Joe headed downstairs to work on cleaning up the kitchen. You got undressed and cranked up the volume, the song Burn from Hamilton turning on. As you began to lather your shampoo, you sang along and scrubbed your scalp. Closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation of the suds cleansing you.

You continued to sing, not hearing Joe come into the bathroom. The steamy doors to the shower were foggy, so you could not see that he had taken his shirt off in hopes of climbing in with you.

“Is it alright if I join you?” He asked, peeking in through the shower door.

“Of course Joey, you just have to agree to sing with me,” you giggled.

Joe undressed and joined you, placing his arms around your waist and pulling you out from under the warm stream of water. His body glistened under the droplets, holding you tight.

Joe knew your musical playlist and sometimes he really enjoyed singing with you. It was a great mental detox for the both of you. The song Five Forever from Little Women came on and you grabbed your shampoo bottle and pretended to use it as a microphone. Joe followed, but used your conditioner. While he's not the most talented singer, he doesn't care what he sounds like around you. You two harmonize, taking different character's parts and singing along.

After Five Forever, the song She Used to be Mine from Waitress played. At this point, you had completed your whole shower routine and were just in there to sing and let it out. Singing was definitely better than screaming.

This was one of those songs where you didn’t care how you sounded, you always had to belt it.

After setting down the shampoo and conditioner bottles, Joe pulled you into a hug, wrapping his hands around the small of your waist.

She used to be miiiiiiine

You sang while Joe hummed along with you. When the song came to an end, you rested your head on his bare chest. He held you close in a way that made every stressful feeling from your day wash away and flow down the drain.

“Let’s dry off and get some ice cream, shall we?” He asked, turning off the water and going to open the shower door. He grabbed your towel out of the towel warmer, making sure to wrap you up first. He squeezed you tight in the towel, almost like you were his child.

Joe grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, water droplets still glistening on his skin. You walked over to the sink, still wrapped up in your towel. You started your in depth skincare routine because it was definitely one of those nights. Joe enjoyed your company while you continued to hum along to your playlist as Still Hurting from The Last Five Years played.

After completing your skincare, you tossed on Joe’s boxers and t-shirt, finding your slippers near the door and heading downstairs with Joe to get ice cream.

He grabbed your individual pint out of the freezer and handed you a spoon. You poured yourself a glass of Barefoot Moscato. Joe always messed with you about liking cheap wine considering what he could afford.

You two cuddled up on the couch and turned on BroadwayHD to watch Falsettos, your favorite comfort musical. The one that always made the both of you cry.

Joe really was the best, good singer or not. He knew what you needed and when you needed it. And tonight was the perfect example of Joe at his sweetest.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fic #joe burrow imagine #bengals quarterback #bengals #joe sheisty #nfl imagine #joe burrow blurb #nfl #cincinatti bengals #musical

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creativepawsworld · 1 year

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The Christmas Bauble

Pairing = Cillian Murphy x Reader

Summary = Y/N has been dating Cillian for a year and is celebrating Christmas for the first time with him and his sons.

Warnings = Extreme fluff

Word Count = 1645

Cillian had arrived home yesterday evening after a long 6-month period of filming season 4 of the Peaky Blinders. To say he was exhausted both mentally and physically would be an understatement.

Playing the role of Thomas Shelby took its toll on Cillian so he needed a few days, sometimes a week or two to completely distance himself from the cold, egotistical narcissist that is the main character of the hit show Peaky Blinders.

Today however was December 13th, the twelfth day before Christmas and the time of year Cillian always put up his Christmas tree. His two sons from his previous marriage grew up with the tradition and had arrived this morning to see it through.

“Do you think dad will be back to help with the tree?” His youngest son Cian had asked. Smiling softly at him, you brushed his brown hair, unsure of the answer but not wanting to break the young boys heart you opted for a cheery answer.

“Of course, he will, it’s his favourite time of year” You tell him placing an arm around his shoulders. “He would never miss this time with you”

You had been dating Cillian almost 12 months now having met at a New Year's Eve party last year thrown by his best friend Dermott. When first introduce to his sons, they didn’t like you. They wanted their mum and dad together. It was a reaction you expected being a child of divorce yourself.

It had taken you years to get over the idea that your parents would never be together again, and you fear the same for his sons. But they were much more mature, after a sit down with both their parents they welcomed me with opened arms into their family.

“He is different when he comes back from Manchester, grumpier” Connor the eldest huffed, arms folded across his chest. He was becoming more and more like his father every day. “He was supposed to be back days ago to destress and be ready for today.”

“Your dad is ready for today, he is just taking a few more hours to be really ready. I promise he will be here with the tree.” You assure both boys with a hearty smile while walking over to one of the boxes you had taken from the attic and pulling out a large Santa decoration.

“Come on, we can decorate the room and then we will get your dad for the tree what do you think?” You ask holding out the large Santa towards Connor who pursed his lips together to hide a smile.

Nodding, he stood to his feet taking the Santa from your hands and placing it next to the fireplace. Cian running forward to empty the rest of the box out onto the floor. The two boys happily placing the decorations where they belonged, correcting you when you had placed one wrong.

“All finished can we call dad now. Tell him to come home?” Cian asked raising his eyebrows, trying his best to give me the biggest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen.

“No need, dad’s right here” Cillian’s voice sounded from behind us. He was just in time. “And he’s got the tree” He chuckled pulling a fresh green pine tree in from the hall and into the living room. He really was a doting dad when it came to his boys. Watching him interact with them had me falling deeper and deeper in love with him every day.

“YESS” The boys cheered running over to help their father, fine pine needles falling all over the floor as the three boys dragged the tree to the corner.

“Alright, alright stand back” Cillian laughed taking a blade from his back jean pocket and cutting the red rope holding the tree together. Once each line was cut the tree fell out, taking up the entire space, Cillian barely managing to get out of its way when it popped out.

“Oh Cillian, it’s perfect” you grinned rushing towards him, resting your hands on his upper arm as you both admire the tree for all its beauty. Feeling his eyes on you, you turn with a smile his beautiful blue eyes looking down into yours.

This was your first official Christmas together.

“Dad, come on the lights” Cian whined pulling on his father’s hand breaking his eye contact with you. Laughing you tell the boys you were going to make some hot chocolate while they fought with the small fairy lights on the tree.

Walking into the kitchen you noticed the family dog, Scout sleeping in her basket. “Avoiding the chaos in the living room?" You asked the black dog, bending down to pat her head and scratch behind her ear.

Choosing to ignore the banging noises coming from the living room. Everything seemed to be in hand considering the boys were laughing and cheering at something that had been said.

“Y/N can you come here a minute” You heard Cillian shout, you didn’t even have time to boil the kettle for the hot chocolates before being needed. Shaking your head with a laugh, you patted the dog one last time, standing to you feet and walking into the living room.

“What’s going on?” You ask looking between all three boys, each one looking less suspicious and more nervous as your eyes landed on Cillian. You couldn’t help but think that they had broken something and didn’t want you to find out so you decided to play along. They would come clean eventually.

“Nothing we just wanted you to help us decorate the tree” Connor grinned widely pointing of at the large box of red and gold baubles they had put next to the tree. “The hot chocolate can wait. We don’t need it yet.”

“Are you sure? Your dad tells me you love drinking it while you decorate the tree?” I asked a grin growing on my face when Cian handed me a red bauble.

“Yeah, I’m sure, come on” Connor nodded taking a gold bauble for himself. Looking back at Cillian who simply shrugged at his sons' words, chuckling as he took a bauble for himself, placing it near the top of the tree where it was more difficult for us to reach.

With the four of you working together we managed to get every bauble, every candy cane and nutcracker onto the tree in record time. The Christmas music played softly in the background as we danced around one another, placing each ornament on an awaiting branch.

The boy stood back first admiring their work, fixing one last branch you walked to stand next to them. Connor had placed his arm as best he could around your waist while Cian came and hugged at your legs. They were definitely acting weird you thought but didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“You forgot one Y/N” Connor grinned walking away from you, grabbing a brown paper bag and holding up a bauble you hadn’t seen before. He was holding it up by its white satin loop, perfect for hanging on the tree. The bauble itself was clear with a white feather resting on the bottom. Hanging from the top inside were two little wooden hearts, engraved with writing.

Cian moved to stand next to his brother, a wide smile on his face. He stood hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels, Connor looked between the bauble and you before occasionally glancing behind you to his father.

Slowly taking the new ornament from Connor’s hand, a weird feeling taking over you as you took the glass, clearly handmade bauble into your hand. Bringing it closer to you face your jaw dropped, tears forming in your hands as you read the words delicately painted on the front.

‘You will always have a piece of my heart Y/N’ One heart read already making you emotional.

‘Will you do me the honour of becoming Mrs Murphy?’ The second heart read.

Turning around to face Cillian, he was now down on one knee a nervous but bright smile on his face as he held out a navy-blue box with white padding. Inside, just catching the light was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. On the cushion sat a white gold ring with a diamond rose solitaire in the middle and smaller diamonds woven into a Celtic art design either side working its way down the ring.

The tears began to fall from your eyes, your hand came up to cover your shocked mouth. Aware that all three were waiting on your answer, you started nodding your head afraid your voice wouldn’t work.

“Yeah?” Cillian asked nervously, an unsure look on his face as he started getting up. “I know it’s only been a year, but it’s been an amazing year. I love you so much, you are so good with the boys I couldn’t wait any longer”

“Yes Cillian, of course I will marry you.” You answered almost dropping the glass ornament to wrap your arms around his neck once he stopped talking.

“So, does that mean we have a new mum now? Do we call you mum?” Cian asked a confused expression on his face.

“Oh honey, you don’t have to no.” You smile down at him still unable to detangle yourself from Cillian. “Nothing is going to change; except I will have a different name. I’m can still be Y/N to you”

“Come on Cian, let’s let Scout out to pee” Connor nodded to his younger brother. Once the two boys left the room, Cillian leans forward capturing you lips in his for a short, sweet but passionate kiss.

“I love you Cill” You grin against his lips, the overwhelming feeling of giddiness running through your veins as you stare into one another’s eyes.

“I love you Mrs Murphy"

#cillian #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfic #christmas #engagement #engaged #Christmas bauble

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gravessyard · 2 years

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My Boyfriend's Boyfriend

Notes from the crypt: I'm real excited for the Childe rerun, I've got his cage set up and ready, I've got a water bowl, kibble, a wheel for him to run on. If he doesn't come home im bullying him, so I wrote this in hopes I earn his favor

Tags: GN!Reader, established relationship, implied cheating, misunderstanding, Aether is in this and he's STRESSED, headcanons

• Aether knows exactly who you are, in fact he was ecstatic when Zhongli casually mentioned that he wanted the Honorary Knight of Favonius to meet his lover. He's met plenty of people during his travels, mortals and gods alike, but to be personally invited to meet the one that holds the former geo archon's heart, he wonders what kind of soul you must be to fit into that role.

• Are you also a god? Were you maybe an adeptus that struck his fancy? Or were you some witch that has him under a spell? Questions flooded his mind as he silently follows the consultant to a small teahouse, compared to Yangsheng Teahouse, this place was about a third of its size and screamed comfortable atmosphere. He'll shyly admit that he entered your humble shop on high alert, somehow convincing himself that you're a threat and Zhongli may need his help.

• "I can assure you that I am of sound body and mind to engage in this relationship with my dear (y/n), so you need not raise your hackles", Zhongli chuckles beside him, the archon could sense Aether's emotions spiral from the moment they approached the teahouse, and the poor blonde flushes in embarrassment before you made your appearance. The traveler could see the way Zhongli's smile grows fonder as he takes you into his arms, soft greetings exchanged along with a sweet kiss that makes him avert his eyes.

• After introductions are made he learns that you are indeed a witch, but you speciailize in tea readings and remedies, your powers are not strong enough to slip a love spell in anyone's drink, and even if you did, it would be exhausting to keep up the flow of energy. Your day to day life involved long days of tea brewing, serving and readings to help the local populace. People often came to you with questions of their love life, finances and future, and you make sure they leave with answers and a pep in their step. He's pleasantly surprised when you offered to read his tea leaves after enjoying a cup, you managed to detail his latest feats after a couple of minutes of concentration and promised him very good fortune in his upcoming days.

• He often found himself returning to your little shop when he wants to destress, along with your good company you made some damn good tea and other goodies, so he's surprised when you werent there to greet him when he walked in. He was greeted by Zhongli instead, clad in the same uniform he saw on you, turns out the consultant likes to spend his free time helping you and the shop, this time you had to step away to help a client, leaving him in charge. Aether thinks nothing of it, ordering his usual tea and pastry and sitting down at a table to wait. He really appreciates the relaxing atmosphere you offer, it was like coming home after a long hard day of work and being enveloped in a warm blanket, it distracted him enough to not notice the ginger harbinger sitting a few tables away, also relishing in the homey feeling.

• Its like he was pulled from a trance when he saw Zhongli walk past his table, stopping next to Childe to set down his order of tea and a slice of cake before Aether saw something that made his blood run cold: Zhongli leaning down to press his lips against the harbinger's in a kiss eerily similar to the one he shared with you. He couldn't believe the sight, a mix of emotions coursing through him. He feels almost betrayed, seeing someone he considers a friend do something like that, he also feels hurt and angry for you, wondering how long this secret affair was going on behind your back. The revelation sat heavy in his gut, he had to excuse himself before he could receive his order, disappearing from the shop to Zhongli's disappointment.

• He's ashamed to admit that he ghosted Zhongli, finding excuses when the archon would request him in favor of visiting you at your house instead. He was torn, part of him wanted to tell you exactly what he saw, but the other part wasnt ready to witness the inevitable break down you'd have, his heart aches at the very thought of you crying. You seemed none the wiser, inviting him into your home and even cooking for him, confiding with him that you havent been able to spend time with Zhongli lately, so you were beginning to feel lonely. He vowed that he will tell you one day, but for now he needs to protect you.

• From an outsider's perspective it seemed almost comical the way Aether would accompany you when you were running errands in the city and suddenly he'll turn your attention in a different direction when he spots Zhongli or Childe in the crowd. You'll hear a shout of your name at the pier, go to look and all of a sudden the blonde is taking your hand and whisking you away, commenting on some new dish a restaurant is serving on the other side of the city, and if you dont hurry then the line will get too long.

• Unfortunately you two were cornered at Bubu Pharmacy, the place that has only one entrance. You had to go visit Dr Baizhu to pick up some herbs as well as medicine, "for someone special", you smiled at Aether's questioning gaze. It didn't take long for his answer to literally step into the pharmacy, a fake smile on his face to hide the annoyance in his voice. "There you are sweetheart, we've been looking everywhere for you", Childe's voice made the traveler freeze, wide eyes looking towards the two tall men that blocked the entrance. Zhongli's expression was unreadable, yet his crossed arms hinted at the equal annoyance he felt. His stomach dropped, instinctively stepping in front of you before confusion overtook him when you ran towards the two, eagerly showing off the bundles of herbs in your arms. "Huh?"

• "B-But... I saw.... I saw Zhongli kissing Childe in the teahouse! I thought....", Aether's head was starting to hurt, how could you stand in front of them with such a happy look on your face? Were you perhaps already aware of the adultery? Did you not care?? You looked at him quizzically, head tilting before recognition flashed through your eyes and you furrowed your brows at Zhongli, who's cogs seemed to finally turn in his head. "Darling....... Did you forget to tell Aether that we're also dating Childe?"

• Childe was nearly blue in the face from laughing so hard, and Zhongli was coughing awkwardly into his fist, cheeks adorably flushed. You pat Aether's back, comforting him through his internal crisis of finding out that while it was rare, it wasnt unheard of that parties of three or even more would engage in a romantic relationship. He felt like a fool, actively pulling you away from the men who were a deeper part of your life than he realized, and another wave of guilt made him hide his face at the implication that he was hoarding you away all for himself.

• Back at the teahouse, Aether listens to the men gushing about how their infatuation with you came to be. Zhongli appreciates your determination and love of tea, the way you work hard to personally oversee the quality and serve each cup with a smile on your face. In the early stages he was the one silently listening to you drone on about the origins of the tea you used, if it has medicinal qualities and just overall infodumping, he didnt have the heart to tell you that he already knew, he simply enjoyed the way your eyes lit up and how eager you were to share your knowledge. Childe was obsessed with how you made him feel warm and welcomed, even though he was associated with the fatui. You never turned him away, never treated him differently, the moment he stepped into your shop you welcomed him with open arms and a bright smile that had him smitten. He knew you were the one when he stumbles into your shop one rainy night, soaking and bleeding, startling you while you were in the middle of closing up. Luckily there werent any customers, the closed sign long been put up but even as he bled all over your floors and tables, you ushered him deeper into the teahouse, to the back where you kept your supplies and patched him up. He could still remember how warm your hands felt against his skin as you gently rubbed ointment on the sutures you used to close his deeper wounds, the way you hush him softly when he tried to stutter out apologies and promises of buying you new furniture. Neither you or him told Aether of how he cried in your arms that night.

• Aether honestly felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders after the embarrassing ordeal, he could sleep better at night knowing that you were being loved and protected. He still visits your teahouse, even bringing friends from other nations to try your delicacies, one of his friends is already asking if he can serve your tea in his tavern, profits going to you of course, and another is asking for your recipe of the delicious treat he knows a certain commissioner will love.

#tombtales #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #zhongli #genshin zhongli #zhongli x reader #childe #tartaglia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli headcanons #childe headcanons #tartaglia headcanons #aether #genshin aether

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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kuroo and bokuto gives off very 'please sit on my face while you play on your switch' and i think that is very sexy of them

#poppy speaks #he comes home from a long day n its his way to destress #kuroo testuro smut #bokuto koutarou smut

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Taking baths/showers with Arcane characters?

Can be both fluffy and steamy! I'll do both!

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: established relationship, overworking, romantic fluff, gentle kissing, slightly suggestive content, naked cuddling, gentle kissing

A/N: I love domestic asks like this.

Jinx is used to taking really fast showers. She gets in, cleans up and gets out, simple as that. You encourage to enjoy it. Showers are for cleaning up yes but they can also be very relaxing. You want her to see that aspect of it too. It doesn't have to be a chore.

She still takes quick showers if you're not taking them with her though. But if you are with then she doesn't mind spending a few extra minutes basking under the warm spray of water. What she loves most of all is when you wash her hair, it's quite long so she likes when you help her with it.

"Ya know, I might actually enjoy it of ya're there with me. I like having ya close and hey, ya said it's about relaxing right? Well I happen ta be very relaxed when I'm with ya."

Not only did Vi have to take quick showers but they were also really fucking cold. The first time she got to soak in a warm tub you thought she was gonna live there for the rest of her life.

Of course she encouraged you to get in the tub with you. And you did. It turned into a little more than a bath. Ever since then Vi loves getting home and take a warm bath with you after you have dinner together.

"Well today was hell, I'm gonna go take a bath, my whole body feels sore. Do you wanna join me? No, it won't be an hour! This time... Come on Cupcake, I missed you."

Caitlyn loves to take showers with you. After a long day of paperwork, reports and patrol there's nothing she enjoys more than a long relaxing shower with you.

You honestly felt a little overwhelmed the first time you stepped into Caitlyn's bathroom. It was a little much, sometimes it still is but Caitlyn is very good at making sure you keep your attention only on her. She'll often give you little kisses while helping you wash up or just want to stick close to you in general, never keeping her hands away from you for too long.

"Can you pass me the soap? Thank you, I know I'm a little bit late today, you could have taken a shower without me you know. Yes, I enjoy your company as well, here, can I wash your back to make it up to you?"

There's not a lot of warm water to go around so you and Ekko always take baths together. He loves it though, it means he can spend more time with you.

The tub you share is quite small so usually he'll sit with his back pressed to the end of it and have you sitting between his legs. He likes to kiss you while you wash up and he also likes that you get a little ticklish when he tries to help you out.

"Oh come on sweetheart, I know you're ticklish but you need to stand still for me. Yes, of course you can clean me up too? Or is that just your sneaky way of asking to have fun in the bath? I wouldn't be opposed but we really do have to get clean first, I don't want the water to turn cold."

Silco doesn't normally take long baths or showers. He has a lot of things to do and only so much time. Much like Jinx he just wants to get it over with so he can get back to work.

It took you a while to warm him up to the idea of longer baths. Now he actually likes taking them, even without you as they help him destress. Of course its even better with company. Silco has a lot of scars on his body so he likes it when you give him a nice massage to help him relax even more.

"Do you find it a hassle, darling? I'm not very good as massages myself and you? Your hands feel like magic. Come here, I can help you wash up, just turn around for me. We can stay a little longer, I like how warm you feel."

Surprisingly enough Sevika loves to take long warm baths and showers with you. As Silco's right hand woman she doesn't a lot of time in a day to actually let all her worries melt away.

Now of course there's also the fact that she doesn't even bother to hide the fact that loves the look of you naked and wet, pressed up against the wall as her hands are free to roam your body.

"Can you stand still for me sweetheart? I need to get the soap and you're making it kind of difficult to reach like this. Yes, fine you can wash my hair later. Why do you like that so much anyway? The intimacy? If being intimate is what you wanted all you had to do was ask."

Viktor didn't always have the luxury of actually taking a bath. It used to be just a quick soak to get the dirt off. Even now when he lives in Piltover he still doesn't look at baths as something to be enjoyed. Just another thing on his schedule.

Trying to coax Viktor into a bath with you is often like trying to coax a cat. He just wants to get it over with as soon as possible. Oh but you know a trick. When ever you tell him you're gonna wash his hair he becomes like a little puppy, leaning into your touch as you massage his scalp. He will return the favor of course, maybe take in an extra few minutes with you, talking about your day.

"You must know magic no? You know how much I hate wasting time. Yet you seem to have a way of getting me to do exactly what you want. No, no, we can stay here a bit more. I kind of... like it, when you're here. Oh, maybe I can bring my board here and I can... ouch! What was that for?! Fine, no working, I get it. So strict sometimes."

Jayce gets dirty a lot, so he has to take multiple showers sometimes. However he only takes a bath when he's with you. Showers are something he does on his own, baths are to be enjoyed with you.

He likes to take you in his lap while your hands roam his body or when you tangle them into his hair. He laughs and smiles as he kisses your skin and rinses the soap and shampoo off both you bodies before you're both wrapped up in soft, fluffy towels.

"Honestly I've been waiting for this for the entire day, love. No really. I have, you know how much I love doing this. Now come on, let's get ourselves cleaned up. And no dirty business. This time."

Mel doesn't just have a bath, it's a whole pool. When Mel's asks you to take a bath with her she means at least an hour of soaking in the warm water.

She always likes to to take her time with you, whatever it may be. You've wasted countless hours tracing the lines of her golden back armor, kissing the spot between her shoulders just before she would turn in your arms and slowly, very slowly wash your body with a loofa, after which you would do the same for her.

"I never get tired of the grin on your face whenever you take a bath with me. I would hope that's because of me, my darling. We can take our time of course. Would you like rose petals as well? Or perhaps another flower?"

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #ekko x reader #silco x reader #sevika x reader #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #mel x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanons

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1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess · 2 years

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gn!reader x boyfriend!san

non-idol au; fluff, little angst?

summary: with winter starting soon, it means more cold and gloomy days but what better way to spend it than snuggling with your warm and comforting boyfriend?

author's note; I'm so sorry for how late this is. I hope it reaches you.

It's the end of another week at the campus, with long lectures, little sleep and lots of coffee. You couldn't wait to get back to your dorm. Not just to see your cat or to have a moment of rest on your comfy cream coloured couch but something more. Your boyfriend San.

Walking out from the fairly warm building into the icy winter evening, you tried to think of millions of things to distract yourself from your shivering body and remembered it was movie night.

Since you started dating your boyfriend of two years, you had made it a tradition to have movie dates every Friday, regardless of whatever projects either of you had due the following week with exceptions for exam season. It was a way to bond and destress. Something you both needed to do every once in a while.

"Sannie, I'm home!" you shout from the kitchen. You hear a door open from your shared bedroom and footsteps fast approaching. "Hi baby, how was today?" he asked, not forgetting to place a small peck on your lips. "Tiring as always but lucky for me I have an amazing boyfriend to come home to." you smiled pulling him in for a lazy hug. He smelled good, he felt good, rather warm which was a large contrast to your cold figure.

"Baby, you're shivering," he pulls back from a hug to search your body in concern. "and your fingers are all puffy and frozen." he takes your hands into his to warm them up. "Wait here, I'll be right back." He hurries back to your room and after a few beats of silence, you hear water running. You can't help but smile at how caring he is and how lucky you are to be able to call him yours. Your daydream is interrupted by San calling you from the other room. "Y/N! It's ready." You scurried in a hurry to feel the warmth of a bubble bath to melt the little icicles you were sure had started to form at the tip of your toes.

"Get in quick, I'll go make the popcorn in the meantime." he smiled his million-dollar smile that made your heartbeat rapidly every single time, giving you a quick kiss before leaving the room. "San," you called out to him, stopping him dead in his tracks. "Thank you for this and just, everything." you exhale. "You're welcome my love." he says blowing you an air kiss before closing the door behind him.

The bath helped melt away everything from your stress to the frost that had formed at your fingertips. Making your way to the lounge in a warm sweater with its matching sweatpants, or as San liked to call it, "uniform" (because of how often your wore sweatpants and sweaters) you smell the popcorn. You swear the aroma must have made you float your way to the kitchen because of how fast you headed towards it. "Ah, you're back just in time. The popcorn and movie are ready, go get under the blankets." before you can even protest, he sends you out like a mom does to her child,

"Alright, popcorn is served." You clap your hands in excitement and hurry to grab the remote and press play. Just as the entering credits play, you give San a peck one last peck on the cheek. "I love you." you whisper, he turns his head to return your display of affection.

"I love you more."

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justice4canyonmoon · 3 years

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An Evening Off

Summary: Both Y/n and Harry have a rare night off. Y/n has relaxing plans for how they should spend it.

Notes: Howdy! This is probably the last fic I’m going to post for the next two weeks; I have finals for college next week, and I have a fuck ton of work this week because professors love to give students everything at once 🙃 Anyway, I came up with the very fluffy concept because I crave emotional intimacy, so I hope you like it!!!!

Warnings: cursing ig. otherwise just a lot of fluff and taking a bath together 🥰

WC: 1.9k

Y/n was feeling lonely.

Her boring ass office job didn’t produce too many friends for her. While the people she worked with weren’t the absolute worst, they were just, well, bland. Their lives were cookie-cutter. The closest thing any of them had experienced to a true adventure was a trip to IKEA. Her two best friends, Maria and José, were across the country, since she had moved from one coast to another to live with her boyfriend. Sure, she could FaceTime them, but it just wasn’t the same. And after the call, she knew she’d just be more lonely than before.

Harry wasn’t an option either. He was working, far too hard for her liking. She understood, of course; it was album crunch time. He had to make all of the last minute decisions: finalizing the tracklist, photoshoots, and touch-ups on the chosen tracks in the studio. But she missed him. The only times she saw him anymore was right before bed, when he would stumble into the room sleepily and kiss her forehead before going right to sleep. So yeah, she was a bit lonely. And being alone on her day off wasn’t exactly the plans she wanted to have.

Luckily, the universe decided to answer her pleas. At around 1:00, after she had finished up a late shower, her phone buzzed with a text from her beloved.

H: Hi, baby! The only thing we have left on the agenda today is touching up a couple of the album tracks, so I should be home a bit earlier :D If you’d like, I can pick up some dinner on the way home.

She couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across her face. For the first time in ages, the two of them could finally have some time together! Maybe she could do something nice for him! He had been working so hard lately, he deserved it. And honestly, she did, too. An idea popped into her head, and she threw open the bathroom closet, taking a look through her bath supplies. She grinned triumphantly as she pulled out a citrus bath bomb, knowing that Harry enjoyed the calming scent of orange and lemon. A nice bath would not only help Harry destress, but it would also be the perfect cure to the loneliness that was settling in her heart. She quickly texted Harry a reply as she set the bath bomb aside.

Y/n: Sorry about the wait, babe, was just taking a shower. Forgot to this morning lol

He answered pretty much right away, making her smile.

H: It’s okay, baby! No need for apologies :)

Y/n: Okay! I’m excited to actually get to spend some time with you! I could really go for curry, if you’re up for Indian takeout.

H: Curry sounds good to me! I’ll probably be home between 6 or 7! I have to go now, but I can’t wait to see you :) I love you so much!!!!

Y/n: Can’t wait to see you, either, Har!!! I love you, too 💕💕

“Baby, ‘m home!”

Y/n looked at the clock. It was 7:30, a bit later than what Harry had said through text, but still much earlier than usual. She leapt up from the couch and sprinted to the front door, tackling Harry in a hug. He laughed loudly and wound his free arm around her waist, not fully able to hug her back because of the takeout bag in his arms.

“Let me put the food down so I can give y’ a proper hug.”

She let go with a small pout on her face, which Harry promptly kissed off while setting the bag down. He then wrapped her in a tight, two-armed embrace. She melted at the contact, resting her head on his chest and hugging him back just as tightly. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, then rested his head on top of hers.

“Miss you, Har,” she said, her speech slightly muffled from talking into his t-shirt.

She could feel him frown against her hair, “I miss y’ too, Y/n. The album should be done by the end of the month, and then ‘m all yours until tour starts.”

“Good. I was gonna break into the studio and steal you back myself if you weren’t done soon.”

He chuckled, “I don’ think Jeff would like that very much.”

“Fuck Jeff! I need you back here,” she scoffed.

“I certainly hope y’ don’ want t’ fuck Jeff.”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re annoying.”

He grinned cheekily, “But yet y’ still here.”

“Lord only knows why,” Y/n grumbled, though there was a smile on her face.

They pulled away reluctantly, both realizing how hungry they were. The two chowed down on chicken curry and naan while chatting about their day. Y/n spent most of her day off watching The Great British Bake-Off and snuggling with Daiquiri, their black lab. Harry had been putting the finishing touches on three of the album songs (“I can’ wait to play them f’ y’, baby”), and ranted about the traffic coming home (“I would’ve gotten home 45 minutes earlier, but the freeway was ridiculously clogged up!”). It was domestic in a way that Y/n never thought she would have, and she loved every second of it.

When everything from dinner was cleaned up, Y/n figured now was as good a time as any to reveal her plans for the rest of their evening.

“Hey, Har,” she paused, then continued when she heard his hum of acknowledgment, “would you want to take a bath with me?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Is this a ploy t’ get me naked?”

“No,” Y/n said bashfully, “I just thought it would be nice to take a bath together. I found a citrus bath bomb at the back of the closet, and I thought it would be relaxing for us.”

Harry’s eyes softened and he smiled gently at her, “That sounds perfect, love. Y’ too sweet.”

The two made their way to the bathroom, hand in hand. Y/n plucked the bath bomb from the closet and laid it in the tub, turning on the warm water. The water became a pastel shade of yellow, reflecting the lemony scent of the bath bomb. As she was checking the temperature, a pair of tattooed arms wrapped around her waist, and a kiss was pressed to her cheek. The heat radiating off of his body led her to believe that Harry had already rid himself of his clothes. When she turned around, her suspicions were confirmed.

“You work fast,” she commented, making a humming sound when the temperature was to her satisfaction.

“A bit,” he confirmed, leaning over to turn off the nozzle “just wanna take a bath with y’, love. Speaking of, let’s get those pesky clothes off of y’, shall we?”

Y/n nodded and Harry reached forward, almost reverently lifting her (his) sweatshirt over her head. She shimmied out of her leggings and removed her undergarments. She stepped into the bath first, gesturing for him to follow. He obeyed, and sat between her legs, resting his head on her shoulder. The two sat in silence for a while, basking in each other’s company. Y/n couldn’t remember a time where she had felt this at peace. But she also knew that Harry had forgotten to shower that morning since he was nearly late to the studio, so she reached over and grabbed some soap and a washcloth. She looked down at him and giggled softly when she realized he was almost asleep

“Wake up, baby,” she crooned, “let me wash you.”

“‘M awake,” he muttered, “promise.”

“Sure you are, that’s why your eyes are closed,” Y/n teased.

He only hummed in response, making her giggle again. She kissed his forehead and began washing him gently. The soft circles she was rubbing into his skin with the washcloth were soothing, and a sleepy smile made its way onto his face.

“‘Y always take such good care of me. Dunno how I got s’ lucky.”

Y/n felt her face grow warm as she reached for the shampoo, “I think I’m the lucky one. You always take care of me, too.”

She began rubbing the shampoo into his silky locks. Breathy gasps fell from his lips as she tugged lightly as his hair, working the shampoo into his curls.

“Feels s’ good,” he murmured.

“Glad you’re feeling good, Har,” Y/n replied in a hushed tone.

She rinsed his hair and repeated the process with the conditioner. By the time she had finished, Harry had fully fallen asleep on her shoulder. She cooed softly at how adorable he looked. He was like an angel; his long lashes were speckled with little water drops, his wet hair stuck to his forehead in an oddly endearing way, and a small smile was spread across his lips. He looked so relaxed in a way that Y/n hadn’t seen in a while. The bath helped her feel more at ease too; the monotonous motions of washing Harry made the stress from her job melt away, and the loneliness that had plagued her earlier in the day was washed away by the warm water. But she knew she had to wake Harry. She wasn’t quite strong enough to carry all six feet of him back to their bedroom.

Y/n gently jostled his shoulder and whispered, “Harry. Need you to wake up, baby.”

He groaned softly, making her giggle softly once more. His eyes slowly blinked open to reveal his jade irises, and he stumbled his way out of the tub, making her laugh a little harder as she followed. Y/n got out two towels and dried them both off, knowing that Harry was much too tired to do it on his own. She took his hand and walked toward their bedroom.

When they reached the bedroom, Y/n guided Harry to sit on the bed while she picked out sweats for both of them to wear to sleep (she knew that Harry had a particular fondness for when she wore his clothes to bed, so she got out his clothes for both of them). Harry pliantly moved his limbs as she clothed him, and watched her with moony eyes as she pulled on her own sleepwear.

“Look s’ pretty in m’ clothes, love,” he complimented, relishing in the shy smile that appeared on her face.

“Thank you, Har. Let’s get you to bed, okay?” she replied.

Y/n turned off the light and joined Harry on the bed. He was already lying on his side, so she wound her arms around his waist, resting her head between his shoulder blades. Usually, he was the big spoon, but with the whole mood they had set all night, it just felt right for her to be the one cuddling him. Y/n barely heard Harry mumble a “g’night. Love you,” before his breathing evened out. She smiled and closed her eyes, reflecting on the day. Just spending one evening with her boyfriend made her feel right as rain, and the loneliness that had once threatened to overtake her was totally gone. Though she had been taking care of him that night, he was also taking care of her. And sure, they were both going back to work tomorrow, but in two weeks, Harry would be done with the album and would be all hers. When sleep finally overtook her, all she had were the most pleasant of dreams.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Past Hurt

This was a request from @faithie-brock-gillespie01 I hope you like it and its what you were looking for. I did change one thing around casue it just happened and it fit :)

Warnings: This does speak of an abusive boyfriend (as per the request) I tried to tread really lightly on the details of this type of relationship as I know this subject can be quite triggering for many (to my usual tag list, completely understand if you don’t read it) everything is under the cut so please keep scrolling if you think this will trigger you, I don’t want that 😘angst with a fluffy happy Nick ending.

WC: 1689

Enjoy x

Nick had noticed a change; you were quiet and what was a big red flag to him was how you were dressing and presenting yourself had changed. No light make-up anymore, your hair in a low lose pony tail and in the middle of summer you had been wearing turtle necks, shirts with longer sleeves and you were straight out the door as soon as your shift was over or he could see and feel your destress when you had to stay back for a case. He had asked you multiple times a day over the last couple of weeks if you were ok or if there was anything you wanted to talk about, but you shut him down every time.

The final straw for him to push you to talk was when you had gone into a convince store to question a witness about a house across the street you had gotten intel on, you hadn’t been focused since Liv had said you and Nick were going to do an overnight steak out the next night. He could feel the tension radiating off you during the questioning and half way through you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. When Nick finished the questioning, he went out and waited in the car. He pulled his sunglasses off his face when he saw you walking out, he frowned his brows as you walked towards the car, when some kids yelled at each other as they rode past on their bikes and you jumped, a tear rolling down your cheek.

Nick couldn’t sleep that night thinking about how jumpy you were the rest of the day at the most normal things, like loud noise or loud voices in the bullpen, he wanted nothing more than to go to your apartment and pull you out, but he couldn’t, he didn’t know for sure what was going on, but he had seen enough to figure everything out.

You had stayed in the car when he walked down to the next block to get a coffee and a snack, back before you knew it. The car was silent for a long time, you both sipping on your coffee and eating your power bars, your phone buzzing over and over the only noise filling the car,

“You going to answer that?”

“Its not important” you muttered back taking a sip of your coffee.

“Must be if it keeps ringing”

“Nick, you need to drop it” you snapped

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“There is nothin-“

“Enough with the lie, Y/N”

“Nick, I’ am not lying”

“Who are you kidding? Yes, you are. You have changed, I have seen all the red flags, I know what’s going on”

“Nick, you don’t know everything. There is nothing”

“Y/N, stop it. You need to talk about it. You need to leave”

“I can handle it Nick”

“Well clearly you can’t. I’ am your partner Y/N and you don’t trust me?”

“I do trust you, if there was something to tell, you would be the first I would”

“How can we work together with you hiding things. You don’t trust me with anything, because if you did you would tell me now and not lie or brush it off” he raised his voice slightly.

He saw you freeze, your hands started to shake and your breathing got heavy. Nick’s heart broke and tears came to his eyes. He sat his coffee in the cup holder taking yours out of your shaking ones putting it into the other cup holder and he put an arm around your shoulders. You tensed into his touch and you felt his hand go to your cheek guiding your face to look at him,

“Y/N, I’ am sorry, I shouldn’t have raised my voice. It’s me sweetheart, I got you”

You started to sob and fell into Nick’s chest, covering your face with your hands. Nick wrapped his arms around you tightly, and he kissed your forehead.

“Oh Nick” you sniffed “How did I get into this mess?”

You sat back off him, his hands grabbed yours and you started to open up. Months and months of horrible situations that had happened to you by the hands of your boyfriend. You showed him photos in a private folder on your phone, doctors reports emailed to your work email, parts of your body that had been hurt and had told him the times you had been forced to do things you didn’t want to do so he didn’t get physical with you. Nick squeezed your hand, tears running down his cheeks listening to you,

“I need to handle this” Nick muttered.

“No Nick. You’re not losing your badge for me”

“If you won’t let me fix it, you need to tell Barba. He will charge him, for everything”

“Nick” you shook your head and your hand went to his cheek, he leaning into it “How many men have we built cases against, Rafael takes them to court, their lawyers tear the victim apart and they get let off. It’s he said, she said. I don’t want to go through that, I don’t think I could”

“But you have all the evidence. I won’t leave your side; you can’t let him get away with it”

It had been 3 weeks since the night you had told Nick everything, you were staying in his spare room after that night. You both went to Liv the next morning and you were in Rafael’s office that afternoon prepping for a trial after he was arrested and charges were filed. Nick, Fin, Sonny, Liv and Amanda going to your boyfriends apartment the following weekend getting all your cloths and most valuables, which wasn’t much, he making you sell most of your things before you moved in with him. You hadn’t slept the night before the trial, tossing and turning most of the night. Nick drove you to court that morning, Rafael waiting for you outside the court room,

“I want to sit you on the stand” Rafael grabbed your shoulder “I now this is going to be hard today, so I just want you to sit and focus. I’ll be there and won’t let anything happen to you”

You nodded back at Rafael giving him a little smile and the three of you walked in. You walked up to the stand, Nick coming to stand in front of where the jury sits and Rafael was organising his paper work on the table. Your eyes were scanning around the room that you had sat in so many times, when the doors to the right opened pulling your attention to them and your heart stopped. Your ex-boyfriend walked in with his lawyer and you gasped when you saw the anger flash across his face like you had so many times before when he set eyes on you.

He started yelling loud at you, horrible, hurtful things that you had heard before as he walked towards you. Rafael yelled for security stepping in front of him and Nick rushed over to you grabbing your hand, pulling you down off the stand and he put his arm around you as he guided you out of the room and to the car. After the incident Nick taking you back to the station, Rafael ended up recording your statement so you didn’t need to be there and Liv told Nick to take you home.

The case ended up going on longer then you had all thought it would, but finally after 6 weeks it was over with, your ex charged and Rafael requested the maximum. You finally felt like yourself again, living with Nick was the best thing that had ever happened to you. You were running with him when you got home, he was teaching you to box, you were going out again with the squad and most of all you were starting to smile and laugh.

You had both come home late after questioning a victim, showering and going straight to bed to be in court at 9am with the latest case in. You had drifted off to sleep quite quickly, not asleep for long when you were shocked awake after having a horrible dream. You screamed for Nick, over and over till he came rushing into your room with a worried look on his face. Nick rushed over to the bed wrapping you in his arms and you cried into his bare chest,

“Y/N, darlin’ its ok. I’ am here” One of Nick’s hands came up to run through your hair and his other running up and down your back “It was bad dream. It’s over babe, I’ll never let anything happen to you again. You’re safe, I’ll always keep you safe”

It took you a while for you to relax into him, but when you did, you nuzzled into his body more, your head going into his neck and your arms around him. Nick held you till you had stopped crying, hearing his heart beat in his chest calming you,

“Thank you, for everything” you sat up off him and your eyes locked with his

“Of course, Y/N. You have no idea how hard it was to see someone you have feeling for go through what you did. But seeing you get through it the way you did, made me fall in love with you. You’re brave and strong and I’ am so proud of you” Nick’s hand went to the side of your head and he gave you a soft smile.

“I love you too” you blurted out “You make me feel so worthy of love, you make me feel like me”

“Baby, you have always been worthy of love. You are so amazing, please let me show you when you’re ready”

You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand and lent over kissing him lightly on the lips. Nick let you take the lead, not deepening it but kissing you back gently.

“Your my rainbow after the storm. I love you Nick Amaro”

“I love you just as much mi amor”

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cyberesc · 3 years

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Cat Café | Damian Wayne

paring: older!Damian Wayne x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: While at a cat café you meet a stranger who befriended your favorite feline.

rating: fluff, comfort-ish (?)

warnings: none

word count: 1k+

note: I wrote this at 2 am because I couldn’t sleep and instead of finishing my late assignments I decided to finish writing this! Also I’ve been playing animal crossing lately (if yall wanna gimme your fruit that would be great <3)

If there was one thing you could rely on to distress, it was hanging out with animals. Unfortunately, you don’t have any pets; too busy going to school and working a part-time job to properly take care of one. But what you can rely on is going to your favorite café, specifically a cat café.

You opened the door to the café, smiling when the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked sweets hit your nose. With a sigh you made your way to your usual spot in the corner, facing a window that showed off the cafe’s garden.

When you sat down at your table, you were greeted with a small menu, displaying the many foods and beverages the café served. As you looked through the menu you decided on a white mocha and a slice of strawberry shortcake. While you waited for the server to come to your table, you made yourself comfortable.

As you were shrugging off your coat, you heard a small meow come from beside you. When you turned around you were met with a gorgeous Siamese cat. You internally squealed as it jumped on your table, looking at you in curiosity. ‘Must be the new cat’ You thought, remembering your friend telling you about the newly adopted cats.

You carefully stuck out your hand out in front of it, letting it sniff you before it rubbed its head on your knuckles. You chuckled, petting the top of its head and scratching the back of its ears, causing a purr to rumble from its chest.

Your attention was dragged away from the cat when you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up and saw one of the cafe’s servers. “Welcome to Cattoccino, what can I get you today?” When you finished placing your order you directed your attention back to the cat. Before you got too comfortable you fished out your phone from your pocket, attempting to take photos of the feline.

After you were satisfied with the photos you took, you grabbed a cat toy from the nearby cart, proceeding to play with the cat. After a few minutes, the server came back with your order, the cat later scurrying off. After making sure your hands and the table was cleaned you enjoyed your strawberry dessert, washing it down with the white mocha. Sighing in satisfaction as you indulged in your sweet tooth.

When you picked up a strawberry with your fork, the feline from before along with a sphynx kitten raced towards your table. They climbed up on the shelves making their way towards a scratching post that was placed above. While you ate your dessert, you entertained yourself by watching them play. Laughing as they nipped each other before running around the area.

When your table was cleared off you decided to take advantage of the free wifi, looking up the shop’s profile on the cats. As you scrolled through the profiles you found out the Siamese feline was named Ace. You continued to scroll through the profiles of the cafe’s cats, squealing when you spotted a familiar orange furred feline.

The tabby cat, named Copper, was one of the first cats you met in the café. He instantly caught your eye as you saw him run around with a fish plushie in his mouth. In that instant, you decided it was your mission to befriend the cat; finding yourself playing with him in the play pin and buying him some treats in your spare time. You took pride in successfully befriending the cat. After all, the owner’s warned you about his disinterest in the customers, instead always sticking with the other cats in a pack or hiding away in a cubby.

You walked towards the play pin trying to find your feline friend. As you entered you looked around, petting the cats who walked up to you. You spotted the tabby cat in his usual spot near an obnoxious colored bean bag but this time he wasn’t alone. His attention was captured by a stranger; a male with beautifully tanned skin and curly hair paired with an undercut. As you moved closer the tabby cat’s attention shifted to you, immediately bounding towards you for some much-needed belly rubs. You chuckled softly, bending down to scratch his belly.

The hairs on the nape of your neck raised as you felt the eyes of someone watching you. As you looked up you were met with the gaze of the handsome stranger. With rosy cheeks, you shot him a shy smile before bringing your attention back to Copper; purposely ignoring the feeling of his eyes studying your form. The cat bit the long sleeve of your shirt, tugging you towards his spot.

You followed his lead, settling down on the bean bag; making sure to put a reasonable distance between yourself and the stranger. Copper nudged your knee with his paw, as a cue to play with him. You smiled, quickly grabbing a string toy and dangling the feather in front of his face. You quickly pulled it back as soon as he pounced, chuckling at the wild look in his eyes.

You heard a chuckle beside you, figuring it was the stranger you turned to look at him; passing him the string toy to give him time with the cat. He was there first after all. He looked at you with a small smile on his face, nodding in gratitude.

Copper was soon bored of the string toy, instead taking interest in the mouse plush another feline was playing with. He pounced on the unsuspecting cat, making it lose its grip on the plush before snatching it up for himself, running away.

You smiled at the cat’s antics, focusing your attention on the stranger as he beckoned Copper with a wave of his hand. Copper happily bounded to the stranger, looking up at him with the plush stuffed inside his mouth. “Hand it over, buddy.” The stranger asked, opening his palm for the cat to place the plush. Copper stubbornly stared at him for a few seconds, laying on his stomach before nudging it in the stranger’s palm.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, admiring how the man was able to interact with the cat and how Copper easily did as he was told. Usually, Copper would run away from people, only interacting if there were treats involved. He also wasn’t one to take orders, only doing as he pleased.

“Impressive,” you mumbled under your breath, catching the attention of the stranger. “I’m surprised he listened to you. Usually Copper’s too stubborn to do anything that doesn’t involve treats.” The stranger chuckled, “Ah, I have a cat of my own so I’m used to them bribing for food.”

With newly found confidence, you introduced yourself “I’m y/n” He hummed “I’m Damian.”

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After your encounter with Damian, you found yourself seeing him whenever you visited the café. Usually, you both would chat over a cup of coffee before moving into the play pin to spend time with the cats and of course your little friend Copper.

Today was like any usual day, after work you decided to destress by going to the cat café. Craving some macaroons and affection from the felines. As soon as you got there you quickly ordered before making your way into the pin, smiling as some cats walked towards you. You happily sighed, plopping yourself on the bean bag in Copper’s usual spot. Petting the cats that strolled by, you looked around trying to spot your feline friend. After about a few minutes with no Copper in sight, your mouth formed a slight pout. You shrugged it off thinking that he must’ve been hiding somewhere or sleeping in a cubby.

Your attention directed to the counter in front of the café as a barista announced your name to pick up your order. You walked with a pep in your step to the counter, excited to munch on the homemade macaroons. As you got closer you saw a poster on the wall that made you falter in your steps. It read

“Say goodbye to our beloved feline Copper as he transitions to his new forever home!”

A pang of sadness hit you as you realized your feline friend won’t be there at the café anymore. Looking at the picture of the tabby cat that was centered on the poster, you couldn’t help but let a smile form on your face. You loved Copper but he deserved a real home, somewhere where someone will love and take care of him.

You took your macaroons and went to your designated spot, eating them while reminiscing about your furry friend. A hand on your shoulder startled you from your thoughts. You turned around and smiled when you saw Damian.

“Hey.” you greeted

He raised an eyebrow at your sad expression, watching as you wiped the crumbs off your face with the sleeve of your hoodie. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, taking a seat in the chair in front of you. You sighed “It's nothing too bad. It's just, I found out Copper is getting adopted and I’m sad I’ll never see him again.” He hummed watching your solemn expression.

Stirring his tea slowly he looked up at you, “Well, I may have some good news for you” You looked up at him with a tilt of your head, egging him on to continue. “I’m Copper’s new owner.” You looked at him in surprise, taking a second to let the news sink in. “That’s great!”

You were happy for Damian. You also felt relieved knowing Copper was going to be taken care of by someone familiar and who he got along with. When you think about it, it wasn’t a shock that Damian decided to adopt him. They had really good chemistry, you knew that the first day you met him.

“So, did you take him home already?” You questioned. He nodded, “My grandfather is looking after Copper at the moment. I’m giving him time to settle in the new environment, especially since I already have a cat.” You nodded, taking a sip of your drink to give you a moment to collect your thoughts.

Before you had the chance to speak again, Damian beat you to it. “Oh, before I forget” His hand slipped in his coat pocket, bringing out a small keychain of an orange tabby cat. He slipped it in your hand, looking back up to read your expression. You smiled, turning the keychain over to admire it. It was a little replica of Copper, even having his favorite fish plushie stuffed in its mouth. You looked back up at Damian, thanking him with rosy cheeks.

You guys continued to converse, unknowingly talking till it was almost closing time. When you looked out the window you were shocked that the sky was already dark. You quickly put together your belongings and threw away your trash, saying your goodbyes to Damian.

As you both exited the café, you turned to the right, walking towards the direction of your house. Before you could get too far, you heard a voice call out your name. You turned around, noticing Damian walking closer towards you. You met him halfway, tilting your head in question. “Yeah?”

His eyes shifted away from your face, clearing his throat he muttered. “If you’d like you could come over and visit Copper” He paused, “And maybe you could meet my other pets as well.” You shot him a bright smile, “I’d love that.”

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catxsnow · 3 years

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MID-JULY J.T.

Summary: based off the song Mid-July by Craig Wilson. Jason visits a small town just to get away from his life in Gotham, he never expected to meet his summer love.

Warning: fluff

A/N: This was my secret santa fic for @woahjaybird (I went a little overboard) I hope you all enjoy, I most certainly had a lot of fun writing it!

Word count: 7.9k

I’ve been looking for a summer love

A pretty, single girl who wants to have a little fun But only be engaged for about three months Then we'll go our separate ways, ways, ways, ways

Jason Todd was drained to the point that he couldn't get up in the morning without dreading the day. Day in and day out he continued to lose himself in ways that he swore he wouldn’t. He hadn’t felt like himself in months and it seemed that all hope was lost to every get back to his normal self – not that was a good version either.

It was Artemis that told him to take some time off from being the Red Hood. Visit some beach in the middle of nowhere and enjoy himself without the stress of saving the world. Take the time to mourn those he had lost. It took him months to be convinced to take a break. Truth was, he needed it.

Years of beating himself down, burning the match at both ends until there was nothing left. He couldn't keep running on fumes, everyone saw it. Tired eyes, sluggish movements, adrenaline being the only thing that kept him going in tough situations. It was dangerous for everyone - and it was when a civilian died did he finally realize that.

So, after breaking down in front of his friends, Jason agreed to take a break. Just a couple of weeks, just to get himself back to where he once was. He found himself planted on the beach where not a damn soul knew his name. He didn't want to admit that they were right, Jason was tough - he didn't need a mental break. At least, that's what he told himself.

Even if he was on 'vacation' he couldn't stop thinking about the suit that was hidden in his closet. The presence of it didn't help him destress in the slightest. Every creak of the floorboards, the sound of voices outside his temporary home, everything had him on edge. It was the way that he was raised - letting go didn't come easily to him.

The place that he was staying in was nice. Some Airbnb that was way too cheap for the quality it was. A big bed, small kitchen, huge bathroom that seemed way nicer than the one in his own home. The beach was a walk away and parking was free. He couldn't complain, as badly as he wanted to find some excuse to go back home.

The first day that Jason was in that small town on the coast, he spent it walking around, casing everything and everyone. A habit that Bruce instilled in him. The people gave him a few looks, but kind smiles nonetheless. Some people waved; others just ignored him. He didn't mind.

The smell of a bakery enticed him. Fresh bread that reminded him of those cold winter mornings where Alfred would make him loaves upon loaves of bread. Jason watching him at the kitchen counter, working on whatever homework he had to do for school that he was behind in. He couldn't help but go buy a loaf from the sweet old lady.

On the second and third day, Jason spent mostly in his room. He couldn't be bothered to try and relax when clouds covered the sky and it threatened to rain. Instead, he took the time to unpack the few clothes that he had brought with him. If Artemis was going to make him stay there for at least a few weeks then he may as well make it comfortable.

It was the fourth day that he admitted defeat and strolled out the beach right by his temporary home. White sand, blue seas that went on for miles - it was a gorgeous place - just not his scene. The warmth of the sand felt heavenly against his skin. It had been years since Jason truly felt warm like this - not since before the pit.

It was that day that he realized that maybe this idea wasn't so bad, maybe he really could find comfort in this nameless town where everyone seemed to know everyone. The warmth alone... he forgot what it was like. Jason was always cool to the touch, his fingers like ice against the skin of his friends and family.

His hands dug into the sand, absorbing every ounce of heat that he could get.

As the sun went down that evening, and the heat of the sand dissipated, Jason packed up his items. The now-familiar smell of that oh-so-fresh bread filled him again. He hesitated - the first loaf had gone by so fast that a second sounded a little too perfect of a way to end his day.

Unlike before, the tiny shop wasn't empty. The older lady that smiled so kindly with him the last time was helping a girl who was no older than he was. Her voice wounded like silk to him and a bright smile that lit up the entire building. She held a box of pastries in her arm and chatted with the owner as if they knew each other forever.

The sound of Jason entering - or more so the bell above the door caught both their attention. The girl faltered for a moment, not recognizing him from their small town. Nonetheless, she gave him a wave before bidding the older lady goodbye. Jason opened the door for the girl, still taking in her beauty.

"I'm gonna guess you're not from around here," she paused in front of him. Jason nodded, confirming her prediction. She looked him up and down once before latching onto the vibrant color of his eyes. Her lips flipped into a smile only for a moment. "Try the apple turnovers, you'll never want to leave here afterward."

Before Jason could speak again, she was gone. For the first time since showing up in that small town, he wore a small smile on his face. A smile that he would have for the rest of his trip there, the one just for her. A smile that he didn't know could bring so much joy in his life in such a short period of time.

"I'll have the apple turnovers, please."

I could be asking for too much But wouldn't it be nice to soak up a little sun But only be engaged for a couple of months And then we'll go our separate ways, ways, ways, ways

Jason enjoyed the beach far more than he imagined he would. The sounds of the waves were louder than the ringing of gunshots in his head. The warmth that he craved lingering on him even in the late hours of the night. He didn't realize how one tiny place could bring him so much peace.

No one stared at the scars that laced him, no one questioned why he was there or where he came from. Everyone minded their own business - something he never got when he was in Gotham. Someone was always up his ass on what he was doing or chastising him for his choices.

Jason frowned as a shadow covered him, completely blocking the rays of the sun from hitting his body. He already had evidence of tan lines along the hem of his shorts and around his sunglasses. The pale scars against his skin protruded even more. He sat up on his elbows and removed his sunglasses to see who was interrupting him.

To his surprise, it was the same girl that he had met at the bakery. Her hair was pinned back in a braid, showing off her beauty even more. Jason's breath caught in his throat upon seeing her again. Her whole being screamed welcoming - and he didn't get that feeling easily.

"I see you've stuck around a little longer yet," She spoke. Jason bobbed his head, unable to produce any words. There was something about this girl that had him flustered without even trying. Maybe it was the innocence in her eyes - the incorruptible smile she had. Jason didn't want her to step foot near Gotham and taint that heart of hers - and he didn't even know anything about her.

"Was it the baking or the beach?" She continued on, hoping to get a word out of him. He hadn't spoken their last encounter either. Jason had piqued her interest - not many people came to their little town and certainly none as attractive as him. There's was a mystery around him and she was dying to know what.

Jason grew up with the intention of not to trust anyone. Even before he met Bruce, Jason knew that he could only ever rely on himself. After being Robin, he really knew that to be true. Trust didn't come easily to him anymore, but this girl... he wanted to be able to trust her the moment he laid eyes on her.

"The warmth," Jason finally coughed out. It was the first thing that came to mind. The pit had traumatized him - in all the expected ways of course - but never feeling warm or cold was something he never realized he could miss. The hot sand, the sun beating down on him, he really did make him want to stay.

"It's only June," she cocked an eyebrow. "Mid-July is when it gets really hot." Jason shrugged - how was he supposed to know? Either way, he wouldn't be sticking around long enough to see if she was right. His trip was already nearing its end. The short time did good on him - not that he would want to admit that to Artemis.

"I won't be around that long," Jason's voice cracked. His cough, once again, failed to cover it up; why was he acting this way? Smarten up, you can't even keep yourself composed to a girl? What's wrong with you, man? "Just taking some time off... work."

Work, if that's what you wanted to call dodging bullets and breaking bones. Jason shuddered at the idea of even thinking these thoughts around this girl. The nameless girl that he knew nothing about but felt entitled to trust. The girl that grinned down at him without knowing his story.

"Strange place to come vacation." Though the beaches were nice, not many people knew of her small town. It was the exact reason that Jason choose it. No one to know his name or his face. "Not much to do unless you've lived here your whole life."

"That's the point." His mind was always so busy that having nothing to do, nothing to keep him going... it was a hard adjustment but he already found himself sleeping more hours of the night. Jason hadn't known this girl in the slightest, so how come he felt like it was easier to talk to her than half the justice league?

"Well, if you're looking for something fun, there's mini-golf down the road," she pointed towards the general direction. "Though, you don't really look like the kind of guy that decides to mini-golf."

"Oh?" Jason chuckled. The sound surprised both of them - he never expected to spontaneously laugh at some little comment about his appearance. More so, she didn't expect someone as broad as him to have such a beautiful laugh. It caught her off guard.

This time, she fumbled over her words, "I mean maybe you are. Are you? Do you wanna go? Like right now? We can." Her eyes darted away from him, hands shoved in her pockets to keep them from fidgeting. Truth was, they never got men that looked as gorgeous as him coming by.

It was the 'we', that caught his attention. His heart skipped a beat, that same stupid smile making it's way onto his face again. Jason tipped his sunglasses back down on the bridge of his nose. The towel he was laying on was wrapped around his shoulders as he stood up. She looked taken aback by his height - forgetting from the last time that they met.

He stuck his hand out of her to shake, "If we're going to go play mini-golf together I think we're due for a proper introduction. I'm Jason."

The girl accepted his handshake after a moment of surprise. She wasn't sure if it was from the fact that he agreed to her pathetic attempt to ask him out or that she realized that they didn't even know each other's names. He was so approachable that she had had completely forgotten that they didn't know each other previously.

"(Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)."

It's the middle of July, and my phone's been dry I'm in my feels, it's cloudy outside Small town A bunch of hills around with all the girls in my location Nowadays its hard to find new ones to talk to I need a chick who wants to get away with me Spend the weekends on the beach and get lost in the city

Jason always liked driving through the countryside. When he was young, Bruce or Alfred would offer to take him for a relaxing drive when he was stressed about his school or even his life as Robin. It reminded him of the times he got lost in his own head when he was young, wishing for better places.

To finally get to see these so-called better places in real life was always a little too surreal for him. He spent his childhood thinking about the beauty of the oceans, the rolling of mountains, and the vast forestry that lurked outside the city limits. It always seemed a treat when he would get to go with Bruce.

He hadn't gone much after coming back from the Lazurus Pit. Driving with no purpose now only let him get lost in his thoughts - often scary places within. Jason didn't like to get pulled back to the horrid memories of what happened to him. Driving alone always led to some sort of panic and he couldn't bare it anymore.

Driving with her was different.

In Jason's next week in that small town, he got to know (Y/N). Her life, her story, everything that a complete stranger didn't need to know. He learned about the school that she went to and her life growing up there, and how desperate she was to get away to the big city. He grew to learn her likes and dislikes, the faces she made when she laughed or was upset.

He picked up on the way her nose scrunched when she didn't like something and her nervous finger cracking. The differences in her smile - when she forced one out and when she felt genuine. He couldn't get her out of his mind. Not when they parted ways for the day, not when he was trying to sleep at night, not until they met up again the next morning.

They had spent nearly every breathing moment together during his trip. Their mini-golf spontaneous adventure led to a dinner of greasy burgers and late-night milkshakes. She was surprised that he was so willing to stick around that night, even to the point that he was asking to see her again tomorrow.

So, they met again, just outside the bakery they first met. And the next day. And the day after that. On the morning of the second last day that he was supposed to leave, she showed up with a woven basket and a smile on her face. A picnic. Of all things that Jason thought he would be doing that day, a picnic wasn't one of them.

Driving along the countryside, windows down, Jason was happy. Their picnic basket sat in the backseat of his car, (Y/N)'s summer playlist blaring through the speakers. The wind blew through her hair, exposing every perfection in her face. Jason could barely keep his eyes on the road.

While Jason didn't like driving these empty roads alone anymore, he found joy with her. He didn't get flashbacks of the time he was beaten to death or his past as a kid. He remembered the good times with Bruce and Alfred, he had created of new memories with her. Those were the kinds of drives he could get used to.

"What?"

Jason didn't realize he had been staring at her. He laid on a blanket that she had brought, tall grass all around them. She leaned back on her hands, watching the waves below on the cliff that they were perched upon. (Y/N) looked down at him upon feeling his gaze. His admiration ran deep.

"What?" He repeated her question.

"You're staring," she grinned. In the past few days, (Y/N) had noticed him zone out a lot. Sometimes lost in his own mind, sometimes a deep concentration on her. She knew bits and pieces of the reason he was there, about his family and friends. He was still just as big of a mystery as when they first met.

"Hard not to," Jason flirted. He laid down on his back, arms tucked behind his head and staring up at the cloudy sky. She mocked his actions, laying exactly like him. Their elbows bumped into one another, legs brushing just enough to know that she was still right there. He didn't mean to flirt with her, it just came out of his mouth so naturally that he couldn't stop himself.

(Y/N) got quiet suddenly. Her laugh quickly diminished, the smile on her face turned to a frown. As much as fun as she had getting to know Jason these past few weeks - he was leaving. Leaving to what seemed halfway across the world and too far away to keep in contact. She had made a good friend in him - only to have it torn away.

It was her own doing, she knew that he was there for only a matter of days. Maybe it was the big heart inside her that wanted his vacation to be fun, or the reality of it was maybe she just liked him a little too much to let go after one confrontation.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked, concern filling him. They had such a great afternoon - long drives, good food, laughs that filled the vast void that they had found themselves in. He couldn't have asked for anything more perfect - and he assumed that she felt the same.

"Nothing," she tried to brush off. Jason leaned on his side to face her. His head rested in his hand as he gazed at the pout on her lips. (Y/N) turned to face him. He matched her pout - being a little overdramatic about it and successfully getting her to smile. "It's just... you're leaving, and I had such a great time with you these past few weeks. I always dread come home from school, but you've made it fun.

"I know you were only come here for a short trip - and that you were trying to relax and I hijacked that from you - but I just wanted to say thanks for making these past few weeks great. I'm gonna miss you, Jay," (Y/N) confessed. Part of her felt bad for completely overtaking his vacation. He was there to be by himself, and she ruined that.

The truth was - she made it far better than he could ever imagine. For the first time in a long time, Jason wasn't weighed down by the heavy helmet that sat in his closet. Sure - he didn't get to sit on his ass and soak up the sun like his original intentions were - but his time was far better spent.

He was happy during his time there.

Maybe, maybe he was a little too happy. Seeing her frown, the way her voice cracked when she spoke of him leaving, it made broke his heart. He didn't want to see her upset, not because of him. Jason's mind ran with thoughts and before he could stop himself, he spoke.

"What if I stayed?"

"What?"

"What if I stayed? For the summer?" When Jason asked again, he was sure that he wanted to make that commitment. If his friends and family wanted him to take a break, then why not go all out? Why not take this chance for him to be happy, especially when it was handed to him on a silver platter like this.

"You're crazy," She rolled her eyes. Jason's face was set in stone - he was being serious about this. (Y/N) faced him properly, she was already upset about him leaving, having this joking around would only make it worse. "You... you wanna stay? But what about Gotham? Don't you have your work-"

"Gotham can live a while longer without me," Jason assured, cutting her off. "I haven't been this happy in a long time. Why not stay a little longer? Unless you don't want me to-"

"No!" She exclaimed. "No, no - I really, I really like the idea of you sticking around." Jason didn't realize that she could look cuter than she already was. He was wrong. Her flustered-unable-to-properly-function look had been far more adorable than he would have ever imagined.

"Do you now?" He teased, trying to get even more of a reaction out of her. (Y/N) buried her face in her hands to try and hide her embarrassment. Jason gently grabbed her wrists to pull her hands away from her face. Her eyes were still sealed shut, scared to see that he was just kidding about staying.

To her surprise, instead of some absurd excuse as to why he actually needed to go back home, that he couldn't stay with her, she felt the softness of lips on hers. He had been thinking about it all afternoon; how good she would feel against him, what the taste of her lips was like.

As quick as his kiss was, he was gone. Jason already felt like he was overstepping his boundaries, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable from his sudden choice. (Y/N) looked at him with shock across her face, she didn't know that he thought of her that way. Hell, she still didn't.

All she knew, was that the second his lips were gone, she craved them again. Jason was pushed back against the blanket by the force she had. His hands grabbed her hips, holding her steady as she kissed him again. Her lips were needy against his like she had been waiting for this moment since they had first met.

He could feel the heat radiating off of her. The same kind of warmth that he felt for the first time when he was surrounded by sand. The same warmth that reminded him of what his life was like when he was happy. Her warmth, everything about her reminded him of those times.

Jason felt droplets of water against his skin. The coolness of the rain felt like it would sizzle against the warmth of his skin. It didn't seem to bother her - not until the sparse drops turned heavy. The clouds above them had quickly turned dark, and rain poured from the sky. It soaked their clothes, the blanket they laid on.

(Y/N) pulled away from him, droplets falling down her face and onto him. A grin was plastered on her face. "We should go," she giggled. Jason nodded; the rain was making all his clothes stick to him in the worst kinds of way. He grabbed the basket while she bunched the blanket up into her arms. They were thrown into the trunk of his car but before she could run off into the passenger's seat and safe from the rain - Jason pulled her against him.

He leaned down to kiss her once more, not caring about the rain just the everlasting heat that she gave. Her hand latched against the back of his neck, kissing him until her lungs screamed for air. She pushed against his chest, edging him to the driver's side of the car.

"You're something else, Todd."

I've been looking for a summer love A pretty, single girl who wants to have a little fun But only be engaged for about three months Then we'll go our separate ways, ways, ways, ways

"You know you've played this song four times within the last hour, right?"

"Are you dissing my music choices? Because if you are, the door is right there, you're free to leave."

Jason was leaning against the headboard on his bed. A book was in his hands, reading lines that made his heart skip beats because they reminded him of the girl rest against his stomach. (Y/N) looked up at him, peeking below the book he was reading. Her music played in the speaker she had brought for him.

"I'm free to leave? This is my room!" Jason exclaimed. He set the book down beside him to give his proper attention to (Y/N). She intertwined his now free hand, resting them both against her stomach. Her head tilted up, lips pouted, and awaiting a kiss from him. Jason happily complied with her wishes. "May as well be your room with the amount of time you spend here."

"Fine, I'll take my playlist and find someone new that appreciates it," She threatened. Jason tightened his grip on her hand, keeping her on his bed. Of course, he knew that she was only joking, but even the thought of her leaving upset him. "Hmm, that's what I thought. Not so tough after all."

As big and intimidating that Jason looked, (Y/N) quickly learned that he was by far the biggest softie that she had ever met. His love for literature, cooking, and an appreciation towards art and creativity. He was nothing that he looked like on the outside. Every time she learned something about him it was shocking.

"Yeah, yeah," Jason rolled his eyes. His arms slipped around her waist and he pulled her completely flush against his chest, his leg was thrown across her and no chance of getting out. He peppered her neck and face with kisses, squeezing her tighter as she let out a laugh at him. "Didn't picture you to be such a sap," (Y/N) squirmed around in his arms until she was able to face him. Jason swooped down for another kiss before she could continue - which only proved her point even more. She pushed away the hairs from his face, lingering on the white streak that protruded through the black. "Leather jackets, big and burly, deep voice," she tried to mimic his own voice.

"Let's keep that between us, I have an image to uphold." (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him - whatever image he once had was long gone the moment he met her. "Hey, don't roll your eyes at me."

"Oh? What if I do it again?" She grinned. Jason narrowed his eyes. Over the time that he had been with her that summer, he quickly learned that she loved to test him. Pressing his buttons to get a reaction, doing the exact opposite that he asked off, she loved seeing him get all pouty and frustrated. "Gimme another kiss and I won't."

Jason wasn't going to complain about that kind of deal.

I could be asking for too much But wouldn't it be nice to soak up a little sun But only be engaged for a couple of months And then we'll go our separate ways, ways, ways, ways

"You were right."

"Geez, I don't hear you say that very often," (Y/N) chided. She laid on her back, the sun beating down on her skin with Jason doing the same beside her. The sound of children laughing and screaming overpowered the waves that beat against the shore. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, the perfect weather to be on the beach.

Jason hadn't spent much time on the beach after meeting her. In fact, he barely spent any time apart from her. Consumed with each other in less than two months - he could never get enough of her. She quickly became his everything while being on his trip.

The stress of being The Red Hood dwindled, Artemis' advice might have worked a little too well. Jason was so happy being away from his old life that the thought of having to go back, to leave her, kept him up at night. He didn't want to leave this somehow perfect 'white picket fence' life that he had made for himself in such a short time.

The reality of his life remaining this way was slim. Something would come up or the truth would come out. He couldn't keep living like this, not forever. For now, he would appreciate the summer fling that truly was changing his life for the better.

"It's far hotter mid-July," Jason revealed. He thought he felt warmth that first week of being there, now, he could get the residual sun rays to leave his skin even if he wanted to. Whether he felt them directly or radiating off (Y/N)'s body at night, he was always consumed with warmth.

He'd miss it when he had to leave.

"Hmm, that's not what I was hoping you'd admit, but I'll take it," she looked over at him. Jason leaned over to peck her lips. (Y/N) knew that was going to be the only confession that she got out of him that afternoon. Jason didn't like to admit that someone else was right - she learned that early on.

"What were you hoping I'd admit?" Jason raised his eyebrows. There could have been a ton of answers coming out of her mouth. Why he was so secretive, why he tensed every time she went near his closet, why he was always so hesitant to talk about his job or his family. He was a mystery - and he hated that he had to keep it that way.

They were both better off if he kept it that way. Two months of being together, and one until she had to go back to school, and he had to go back to Gotham. Whatever life-threatening secrets he had; he was going to keep them hidden from her. This trip was about finding an escape - and he had found it in her.

(Y/N) shrugged before laying back down, sunglasses covering her eyes. Jason shuffled closer towards her; he grabbed her hand so he could intertwine their fingers. The roughness of his skin caught her attention once more. She didn't move until Jason kissed her again, this time properly and more than just a single peck.

"Maybe it was that I wanted to admit that I love you?" Jason spoke. He had been thinking about it for days. A love that he had never experienced before. This wasn't a love that would last a lifetime - till death do him part. This was an innocent summer love that he wanted to take full advantage of.

Jason couldn't see the look in her eyes, not with the sunglasses covering half her face. (Y/N) wasn't shocked - not in a cocky way. They had been spending all their time together, she had been just as invested in this summer love as he had. To be honest, she didn't expect him to say it first.

(Y/N) stayed imperturbable for just a moment too long. Jason became nervous that his announcement had been far too soon - or if their relationship even called for it at all. It wasn't until the ear-to-ear smile that spread on her face that he knew that she felt the same. (Y/N) nearly leaped onto Jason, not caring about the families and couples that were around them.

Her lips were on his, the smile never failing to leave her face. Rushed lips, bumping noses, Jason grabbing at her hips like his lifeline. His cheeks were flushed pink when she pulled away from him, chest heaving at the lack of air.

"I love you too, Jay," she confessed. "Sometimes. You're really a pain in the ass when you wanna be."

Jason feigned a look of hurt. Without missing a beat, he stood up and hoisted her over her shoulder in one swift movement. (Y/N) squealed as he headed towards the water. She reeled her hand back and slapped it against his ass, hoping that he would drop her from the action. It didn't work - at all.

As soon as he was deep enough in the frigid cold water, Jason dropped (Y/N). She was soaked from head to toe, teeth chattering from the cold. No matter how hot it was outside, the water was yet to warm up for the day. Jason barely felt the cold against his legs - or his whole body when she dragged him down with her.

"I take it back!" She yelled. (Y/N) climbed against Jason's back, clinging to him in hopes to get most of her body out of the water. Her arms wrapped around his broad chest, legs squeezing around him. "You bitch."

"Can't take it back babe, you already said it," Jason teased. He turned his cheek to the side, awaiting a kiss from her. Begrudgingly, she did. "I love you."

Don't recommend me a phone application I'm to old school for online dating A friend's pressing me to download the app 'Cause there's some woman in my zone that down to get (aye)

Lost touch with all the girls in my city I'll probably never find someone I'm way too picky Back in June I had this fling I wasn't feeling Ever since I cut ties my iPhone's been dry

It seemed as Jason's trip felt more and more permeant, their deadline also became too surreal. It was weeks until (Y/N) would have to leave her hometown once more to go back to school. In return, Jason would have to return back to Gotham as the Red Hood. Time was ticking, but that wasn't going to stop them from making the best of their last few weeks together.

There was something about the time that they spent together that made him forget about his life in Gotham. He forgot the pain that he had to endure. Forgot about the nightmares that woke him up. Forgot about the scars that were scattered across his body. Jason couldn't be more grateful.

(Y/N) had helped him immensely, and she didn't even know it. She didn't know the real reason that he came to this town, or why he had chosen to stay for longer. It was because of her lack of knowledge that he was reminded of the good in the world. There was no motivator, no dire need to help a poor soul like him.

She did it because she wanted to. (Y/N) dedicated her summer to him because she genuinely enjoyed his presence and wanted to get to know him - not because he was the son of Bruce Wayne or because he was The Red Hood. She knew Jason Todd, the real Jason Todd that very few people got to see.

"Whatcha thinking about, hotshot?"

Jason stood in his tiny kitchen. It wasn't much, but it sufficed for the time that he was staying there. His home - the house he was staying in - was only meant to be for a couple of weeks. With his time being extended, it proved to be problematic in mundane ways. His issues now were trying to get an open washer and the laundromat instead of dodging bullets.

Was this what his life would have been like if Bruce never took him in? Unlikely. Jason was just a kid off the streets, he never would have made it there if Bruce hadn't taken him in. He wasn't sure if that kid on the streets would be proud of the person he was today. It didn't matter, there was nothing that could be done to change it.

Jason was always going to be stuck in the life of the Red Hood. Nothing was going to change that. Nothing could change that. Not a person, not a wound, not even dying stopped him from being in this life.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her cheek rested against his tone back, fingers trailing on the curves of his muscles. Jason rested his hand over hers, a smile making its way to his face once more.

"Well I was trying to make you breakfast in bed, but I guess now it's just breakfast," Jason sarcastically told her. He spun around to grab her hips and lift her onto the last empty counter space. As per usual, one of his shirts hung off her body. "Sleep well?"

"With you? Always," she nodded. Jason didn't want to think about how bad his sleep was going to get upon his return home. He had been sleeping solidly through the night and going back to his usual nightmares and lack of hours pained him. For the first time in a long time, he felt filled with life again. "You didn't have to make me breakfast, you know?"

"Of course I did," Jason scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. How could he not make breakfast for a beautiful girl sleeping in his bed, in his clothes? "What kind of Gentleman would I be if I didn't?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Gentleman. Jason laughed at her reaction, the sound echoing through the small room. She trailed her fingers along the curve of his biceps before planting her palm against his cheek. He quickly pecked her lips before returning to the stove.

Jason intently focused on the pancakes in front of them, hoping to make a perfect flip. After his success, a small box was placed in front of him. (Y/N) had a grin on her face as she watched his confusion grow from the box in her hand. He raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Come on did you really think you could hide your birthday from me?" She explained. Jason nearly forgot his birthday every year. Age didn't seem to matter after everything he's been through. If it wasn't for Dick being so persistent on getting him a gift every year, he'd ignore it completely.

(Y/N) gestured for him to grab the box from her. "You didn't have to get me anything," Jason gave her a look. He didn't want a gift; he didn't want to celebrate or anything of the sort. Reluctantly, he grabbed the small box from her hands and pulled the string to open it. Inside, a silver chain laid.

It was simple and somewhat reminded him of the one his brother wore day-to-day. However, looking at it closer, he noticed a small chain was replaced with a solid link. The small initial of (Y/N)'s name was engraved on it. "I know what you're thinking, kind of narcissistic to get my letters engraved on it but... with us leaving in a couple of weeks I just wanted you to have something to remember this summer by."

Jason felt his jaw tremble for a moment. He could hear the pain in her voice at the idea of them splitting ways. The meaning behind the gift that meant more than she would ever know. He set the gift on the counter and brought her into a bone-crushing hug. Jason didn't like celebrating his birthdays, but this was the best gift he could have received.

His head was nuzzled into the crook of her neck, trying to hold back the emotions that ran through him. "I take it you like it?" She tried to joke. Jason nodded against her. He took a deep breath to calm himself before pulling away. His hands rested on her cheeks, admiring every bit of beauty.

"I love you," Jason kissed her. His heart swelled with love. "This summer... I'll never forget it. I just, I just want you to know that this summer meant everything to me. I can't thank you enough for everything that you've done."

"You don't need to thank me, Jay. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect summer. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect summer love. You changed my life... You made me happy and that's all I wanted. I should be thanking you for deciding to come to this shitty little town. Maybe it was fate, maybe I just have ridiculously good luck. Either way, I'm glad I got to get to know you, Jason Todd."

I'm still looking for a summer love A pretty, single girl who wants to have a little fun But only be engaged for about three months Then we'll go our separate ways, ways, ways, ways

Jason couldn't stop the memories of last summer from flooding him. Every building he passed, every street he went through, all he could think about was her. Her smile, her laugh, the annoying way that she too adorable for her own good. He was consumed with the thought of her again.

Although parting ways nearly ten months ago was hard, they both knew that by the end of the summer they would have to say goodbye. The love that they had was nothing but a summer love, and as much as neither of them were really ready to let go - it was for the best. Hearts weren't broken that day, they were filled with a reminder that even a summer love can prove that there's always someone out there.

It hurt less that day than it did for Jason driving through. He had no intentions of coming back - not when he was sure that if they saw each other again, he wouldn't be able to leave again. It was a spontaneous choice that led him back there, one that he hoped he wouldn't regret.

His friends and family asked him a countless amount of questions on why he was gone so long and what he had been doing. Jason held out, he couldn't care to tell his family of what he had done with his time. That was his privacy, and he intended to keep it that way. The last thing he needed was his brothers knowing that he stayed for a girl.

A girl that changed him, made him happy. A girl that encouraged him to be his best self. Sure, they had noticed his change in attitude, his willingness to smile more often, to laugh louder. It was Dick that pestered him to no end to figure out what had happened to him. Hell, he didn't even know where his little brother was.

Artemis was glad to see him happy again. She was the only one who didn't interfere with his personal life. The only one that was just happy to see him happy, without needing to know the why. He appreciated that.

Jason stopped at the place that they had first met - the bakery. It was a different woman in there than usual, much younger but far crankier than the kind lady that made Jason feel welcome. He ordered two apple turnovers - just as (Y/N) had recommended him.

He sat out on the bench just outside the bakery. A reminder of the hours that they could spend there, stuffing their faces with donuts and laughing at everything imaginable. The heat of the mid-July sun beat down on him, filling him with the warmth he hadn't felt since he left there.

Why was he so nervous to go see her? (Y/N)'s home was less than a mile's walk away and yet Jason couldn't bring himself to move his legs towards her. It was as if he was meeting her for the first time again and fuck was he nervous.

Subconsciously, Jason grabbed the chain she had bought him. He spun it back and forth against his neck, remembering back to the day that she had given it to him... and the day that they had said goodbye. He never took it off after that day - not for anything. It always remained tucked under his shirt as a constant reminder.

Jason sighed. His elbows rested on his legs and he looked down to the ground. God did he miss her. He knew that he shouldn't, that they had a love with a deadline. He knew that from the start, he told himself that he wouldn't get hurt by it - and he wasn't. Leaving the town wasn't the issue, being back in Gotham wasn't either.

It was coming back. A mistake that he chose to make.

"I know that white streak anywhere," a familiar voice spoke. They blocked the sun from shining down on him. Jason looked up, a smile on his face at the woman in front of him. "Jason, it's so good to see you."

Jason couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed that the woman in front of him wasn't (Y/N). The kind lady from the bakery stood in front of him. She looked weaker than the last he has seen her - which may have explained the reasoning for her lack of work. He slid over on the bench and offered her a spot next to him.

She waved her hand, "I can't be staying, but thank you," she told him. "I assume you're back here to see (Y/N)?"

Jason let out a breath - it didn't seem real being back there until he heard her name again. "Yes, Ma'am."

"I'm sorry, dear," She spoke. "(Y/N) didn't come back this summer. She stayed at school." Jason felt his breath catch in his throat. School, further away from Gotham than her hometown was. He should have known that she would - she talked about it all summer. Wanting to stay in the city, find work, make a life for herself.

Jason knew that. He knew that she wouldn't be back there. Yet, he had come anyway hoping to see her again. His heart cracked. This was for the best. (Y/N) (L/N) was a summer love. No communication, no texts or calls since he left. That was the deal. It was easier for both of them that way.

"It's good to see you again, Jason. You've grown up even more since last year," The lady from the bakery gave him one last smile before entering the shop. She paused at the door, looking back at him. "Summer loves don't always have to end in the fall, not if you don't want it to end."

No, they didn't have to end. They could go on for years and years - no longer a summer love but a true love. But at what cost? Jason's life was disastrous. He had told himself from the start that he didn't want her brought into it, even if it meant giving up his slice of happiness. He couldn't break that promise.

Summer loves didn't have to end, but in his life, he had no other choice.

I could be asking for too much But wouldn't it be nice to soak up a little sun But only be engaged for a couple of months And then we'll go our separate ways, ways, ways, ways

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angstysebfan · 3 years

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The Truth Will Set You Free - Part 7

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader, Thor x Reader (other Avenger characters)

AU: Modern

Summary: You dated for two years, and thought he was the one for you. One day you came home and found him with someone else. After running away from you, you return home and found yourself in the arms of Thor. When Thor decides to introduce you to his friends at a dinner, you realize that there’s something familiar about the house you were visiting.

Warnings: implied cheating, language (not proofread)

You sit in your living room, ignoring the TV in front of you. You think about everything that has happened over the last several days and can’t believe the whirlwind you have faced. Who knew when Thor brought you to meet his friends, you would be faced with the horror that was your old life. Only then to find out that Bucky never cheated on you.

You don’t know what to think anymore. You care so much for Thor. He has been so patient and kind, and you know he cares about you, maybe even loves you. Then there is Bucky, who was your first love. The man you thought you would be married to and have a million babies with. But do you still hold that love for him?

You decided to distance yourself from both of them. Of course you spoke with Thor, who completely understood why you needed space. You decided to not reach out to Bucky, as you told him when you spoke you needed time. Knowing him, you knew he would reach out when he couldn’t stand it anymore. In your distance you decided to try and not think about it, at least for a little while. You needed to destress before you could even think about what to do.

As you sit there, “not thinking about it”, you hear a knock on your door. You get up, hoping and praying it’s not Bucky, because you are so not ready for that conversation. You open the door to reveal yet another person you really didn’t want to see. You say nothing and just stare.

Shuffling her foot against the ground she asks quietly, “Can I come in?”

You open the door wider and allow Nat to enter your apartment. “How did you find me? I don’t remember giving you my new address,” you say flatly.

You see her gulp and again look down, “Uh, Thor actually gave me the address,” she says.

You are honestly shocked he would do that, but keep your mouth shut as you sit back on the couch. “So what do you want?” you ask.

She takes a deep breath as she sits, making sure to keep space, “I-I told everyone the truth. Something that I should have done years ago. I just... I just want to apologize again for.. ruining your life in the process of my bullshit,” she says.

You give a breathless laugh, “Yea, ruining my life is a pretty accurate summary of what you have done to me,” you say.

You look at her again and see the pain in her face. You sigh, so tired of drama, “How did they take it?” you ask.

She looks at you in surprise of your question, “Well. They all still want to be my friend. They were upset with me about what happened with you and Bucky, because I took complete responsibility for that, but they all accept me,” she says.

You nod, “As I knew they would. Which is why I still don’t understand why you would hold onto that secret knowing what happened between you, me and Bucky,” you say, annoyed.

“I wish that I could give you a reason and make things better, but honestly, Y/N, the truth is I was scared. I didn’t want to accept that it was my fault. I didn’t want to lose any more friends, when I already lost the most important one in my life, and the second most important one,” she says.

You look at her confused, “The second?” you ask.

“Bucky kicked me out. He stopped talking to me. He finally spoke with Steve after I came over and apologized, but he still refused to come to most hang outs if he knew I was there. It took almost 2 years before he would be in the same room as me,” she said.

You look at her in surprise, unable to comprehend what she just heard. Nat continued, “Even now he barely talks to me, but at least he will hang out with us. Him asking me to meet to tell you the truth was the first time he has spoken to me in a very long time,” she says.

You knew at this point, you keeping your distance was going to be short lived. You had to speak to them both, but you still needed to time to figure out what to say. You still had more questions that needed answers, especially after this news. You look at Nat, “Well, even if you were scared, it’s not right to make me look like the bad guy. You and Bucky just let me look terrible to our friends,” you say.

You remember what Steve told you, and knew that you said, wasn’t 100% true, but you wanted Nat to feel bad after everything so you said it. Nat nodded, “You’re right. I’m selfish. I always have been. I liked being the center of attention and I love having people love me. When I thought that could slip away, I made sure it didn’t. When I knew Bucky wasn’t going to say anything, I decided to keep my mouth shut too. I never thought I would see you again. I know that sounds bad, but it’s the truth. I--” she stops and sighs.

“I loved you. I would have loved to have you love me back. I was ok with being your best friend because it gave me a piece of you. I would have stood beside you at your wedding and allow my heart to break into pieces to see you happy. When I ruined that? I- I lost myself and decided that if I couldn’t have you as a friend, then... I turned back into the selfish bitch I was. And all I can say to you is that I am so sorry. I know it doesn’t make it better,--”

“You’re right it doesn’t. Because while I can understand you being nervous and afraid to tell the people that you love that you are not who appear to be, it doesn’t give you the right to throw me under the bus to make yourself feel better,” you say and then scoff. “You say you love me, but I honestly don’t think you know the first thing about love, because you would never have let me reputation fall like that if you loved me,” you say.

Nat looks down at her hands and you see tears falling. “You know we can never go back to the way things were, right?” you ask her.

She refuses to look up at you but nods as the tears fall. You sigh, suddenly exhausted, “Whether I am with Thor or.... whatever, we cannot be friends. I will still hang out and will acknowledge your existence, but that will be all for a very long time,” you say.

Nat chokes on a sob as she nods, finally looking at you. “I--I understand. And no matter who you choose, you will have a man that loves you, and I promise to stay out of the way,” she says.

Before you can respond, she stands and walks out the front door. You sit there in silence for a moment before you finally cover your face with your hands and cry. If that was so difficult, how are you going to deal with your next decision?

Part 6 / Part 8

Sorry this took so long and was so short. I needed to get Nat’s part finalized so that we can now focus on the guys. Now who will she choose? I have heard your thoughts, and I have to say I am on the fence. We shall see in the coming parts. Feedback is appreciated.

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rightsockjin · 4 years

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BTS Reaction: Baby mama love

warnings: Pregnancy kink, kissing, touching, baby bump kink(?), honestly all of bts would love the frick out of their baby mama’s, lost of love, fluff, nipple play, breast play, cursing, mentions of insecurity. Please let me know if there is something I missed.

a/n: OMG... I was so excited about this ask as of now I’m the only one writing reactions and I hope you enjoy this anon and of course anyone who is interested in this topic hehe... this was very fun to write but it took me too long to do it because of school but its done none the less.

Jin

You woke to Jin’s strong arms rubbing up and down your swollen stomach. You were towards the end of your second trimester and your baby bump had become very prominent. Your entire body ached, and you were an emotional wreck, but your husband, your wonderful, loving husband made sure to always put you at ease.

“Baby, wake up.” he placed a line of soft kisses down your spine. You hummed at his actions and attempted to move to face him.

“No, baby it’s okay.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit.” His hands began to slide up and down your hips. You stay still and let yourself be appreciated by your husband. He moved closer to you so that his body was flush to yours. Jin loved to make it known how grateful he was for your generous contribution of ‘mother to our child’ as he likes to say not that you really had a choice since he wouldn’t be able to carry our baby.

“Jinnie, I wanna see your handsome face, help me turn over please.” You latch onto the hand which again rested on your pregnant belly. Jin grabbed onto your shoulders and unceremoniously flipped you over onto your other side. As soon as your eyes met his lips clashed with yours.

“My anea is so beautiful.” He moved a loose strand of hair from your face and placed it behind your ear. He reached for the blanket covers and pulled it off of the bed. You whined his name as the cold air hit your warm body. He gestured for you to sit up against the headboard. You settled against it and waited to see what Jin wanted.

He sat next to me and just let his eyes run up and down your body. His hand settled on your tummy and his face came down next to his arms.

“Hi baby Haesol, it’s your appa…I just wanted to say thank you.” He placed a small peck on your belly right above your navel.

“Your eomma looks absolutely beautiful right now and I cannot get enough of her gorgeous body.” he cupped his hand around his mouth as if he was whispering a secret to your little boy.

“Honestly… sometimes I just look at her and I just don’t think I can control myself. I just wanna eat her up. Like right now, she looks stunning. I have to go baby boy, I need to take care of your beautiful mama.”

“Oh, my gosh, Jin, don't tell him that!” you said as you gently smacked his shoulder.

“What? This way he’ll hear me better!”

Yoongi

You reach for your favorite pair of jeans excited to get ready for the day. You gather up some accessories and a variety of tops to complete your look. It had been around three months since you found out you were pregnant and today you would have the first ultrasound. You had been doing some research and found out that today you might know the approximate birthday of your baby. Yoongi had decided to ask for a half day to accompany you to your appointment and he had messaged you saying that he was almost done with his work for the day. Yoongi being the loving husband he was, said he would pick up food on his way home to enjoy before you leave to the OBGYN clinic.

You took your belongings and set them on the bed and took a second to look at your reflection in the full-length mirror in your shared room. You lifted the large t-shirt you had worn to sleep and placed your delicate hand on your growing tummy. You looked at the way your body had begun to change. Your legs had swollen a little not used to the extra amount of weight you had put on. You look further up your body and you take notice of your hips. They had begun to widen, not a substantial amount but enough to be noticeable at least to you. Your eyes traveled further up and landed on your swollen tummy. You delicately placed your small hand on the swell of your stomach. You smiled happily at the thought of your future.

“You look beautiful,” Yoongi said from the doorway of your room. He walked slowly behind you and placed his hands on top of yours. He lowered his head to fit in the crook of my neck, he placed a few sparse kisses on the little skin that was exposed. He hummed into your ear. “and our baby is going to keep growing in here.” His hands rubbed up and down your exposed tummy.

His soft hands left goosebumps in their wake. Yoongi had expressed to you how excited he was to see my body grow to accommodate your child and he made sure to never let you feel insecure in your developing body. So to accommodate for your growing insecurities he only ever presented you with love and adoration anytime you had the chance to be together.

“I’m excited for our appointment today,” you said as you nuzzled yourself into his warm body.

“Me too, but you look so good now baby,” his hands slid up under your oversized sized shirt and cupped your tender chest. “and you. Are just. Going. To keep. Getting. Sexier. And sexier.” His words were emphasized but his plush lips which pressed softly into the skin of your neck. His hands played tenderly with your soft skin.

“I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you jagiya.”

Hoseok

“Baby mama what are you doin’?” Hobi walked into your shared room, excited to see what you had been up to while he was at work. You look back at him with a glowing smile.

“I want to see which of my clothes still fit me. As far as jeans, as of now… I have one pair that fits me.” You turn towards your husband, giddy with excitement now that he was home. You reach for the button of the jeans you had on and pull at it to hopefully shut it but to no avail. Hoseok walked towards you and placed his hands on your hips and looked straight into your eyes. He moved his hands to the small of your back and slithered his hands into the back pockets. He rests his forehead against yours as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He begins to lead your body to the beat of the song playing in his head and together you sway in the silence of your house.

“I can’t wait to see you grow more pregnant, Sunshine. Though I won’t lie,” his hand moves down to where your butt meets your thighs and gives it a firm squeeze, followed by a soft pat. “I’m really going to miss your ass in these jeans.” He grabbed your hand and raised it above your head, procedeeding to spin you slowly. His free hand stops you when you're facing away from him. He pulls you so the swell of your behind is pressed up against his slim figure. Once again, he guides your body to the beat of the song that wasn’t playing. His slender hands roam over your developing curves. They move around you as if he’d never felt your body. Two years of dating and three years of marriage had made the two of you experts when it came to each other’s bodies. Though right now Hoseok seemed to be hesitant to let himself enjoy you like he did in the past.

“God, you're so perfect, Sunshine.” You led him to the bed that was in the middle of your room and sat him at the foot of it. He spread his legs on the edge of the bed which gave you the opportunity to slot yourself between his muscular thighs. He smiled up at you and let his hands settle on your small baby bump under the shirt you were wearing. He leaned forwards to press a couple of quaint kisses to the apex of your tummy.

“Thank you so much, beautiful.” His face nuzzled into your stomach and hummed into your warm skin.

Namjoon

You’d been lounging around your house all day watching Netflix and doing other random ‘busy work’ Namjoon asked you to do. Since you had gone onto maternity leave you had a lot of time on your hands, so your wonderful husband always came home with projects and things for you to keep busy around the house. Recently you had begun to decorate the nursery and the two of you had decided on the theme of the room. So you began to paint the walls to look like a forest, alongside some cute woodland creatures that are scattered across the room.

“Y/n baby, I’m home!” You heard the door open and your husband’s shoes hit the floor as he threw them on the ground after removing them. Ever since you had become pregnant, Namjoon was excited to get home and just spend time with you. Now that you were in the first week of your third trimester your husband had become extra protective of you. He made sure you were eating good foods, getting in the necessary amount of sleep and making sure to help you destress if you ever did manage to get wound up.

“Hey, hon I’m painting in the nursery.” The clap of Namjoon’s house slippers echoed through the house as he approached the room you were in.

“How’s it coming along?” He slid his arms under the straps of your overalls and massaged your straining shoulders. You rested your head on his large hand and enjoyed his impromptu massage.

“Pretty good I think, I just need to try to match this brown and a few other colors, but I have a pretty good idea of what I want it to look like.” You point with your palette knife in the direction of the deer you had been working on for the past few days. You and Namjoon stood looking at the doe. It seemed like time stopped as you both looked at the solitary animal.

“You and the doe have the same eyes.” He placed a small kiss on your collar bone and smiled into your skin. “Also, I like what you're wearing today.”

He grabbed the straps of your tank top and snapped them on your shoulder. You scoffed at his small transgression and patted his thigh behind you. A moan slipped out of Namjoon’s plush lips and a smug smile crept its way on your glowing face.

“Oh, now I know why you were excited to get home?” You shift back into his hold while his hands slither down to your inner thighs.

“Baby, I mean come on,” he whined “just look at you.” He kissed the nape of your neck “You look so beautiful pregnant, Mama. From the ways your eyes glitter, to the way your lips got plumper, even your hair shines more.”

“yeah okay kiss up old man. You’re still short and i’m still fat”

He ignored your sassy comment instead he takes in a deep breath and cups your breasts in his big hands. “Your chest too, and your wider hips. Hmm? Not to mention your belly, God you’re so damn gorgeous.”

“I love you Joon.”

“I love you too Bambi.”

Jimin

“Jagiya~ I have something for you.” Jimin sang into the quiet house. He walked for a little while anxious to see you.

“Y/n? Where are you, Angel??” He yelled out again into your shared apartment.

“I’m running a bath, Minnie. Join me?'' The water coming out of the faucet made the bubbles in the bath water swirl around in the tub. It had been a while since you got to spend some time with your husband so you thought to spoil your man. Things had been a little hectic. The boys were working on some music for the comeback and with you being close to the third trimester of your pregnancy, it didn’t help to reduce the stress Jimin was subjected to. So any chance you got you tried to make things easier for you husband since he had been extra loving and patient through your pregnancy. You heard a soft knock at the door and giggled.Even though you had been together for over five years, he still made you feel butterflies and giddy excitement when you got to spend time together.

“Come in, the bath is almost ready.” Jimin walks in hesitantly as if he was afraid of what was beyond the closed bathroom. You had set up a string of purple LED lights to give the room its ambient. Music also began to play softly. His hands are hidden behind his back and a goofy smile is plastered on his face as you approach him.

“I had a surprise for you, but I feel like you’ve got me beat.” He sets whatever he had in his hands on the countertop. He grabs onto your biceps and rubs them tenderly. “You are too good to me,” he affirmed as he rubbed his nose against yours. Your hands find the purchase of his waist and wrap tightly around it.

“Wait baby, what did you bring?” You rub small circles on the base of his spine. He shrugs out of your hold and grabs the small box from behind him and hands it to you. You pull at the pale pink ribbon and tear the wrapping paper.

“Jimin, you didn’t?” Inside the box was a small pale pink and blue Hanbok. Woven within the fabric of the skirt were threads of gold which shimmered when you moved the fabric around. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“I thought we could use this for when she turns one… you know for the Doljanchi ceremony.” Without hesitation you kiss his soft lips. You part your lips to allow your husband to explore your mouth with his tongue. You smile into the kiss.

“Let's get in the bath, yeah?” You nod and undress quickly. Jimin grabs your hand and leads you over and into the warm water. You sit down slowly with the guidance of your husband and he follows in to sit in front of you. He pats his legs and you hesitantly straddle his lap. You see a glimmer of lust in his eyes as they scan down your pregnant body. He cups your swollen breasts and rubs softly on your tender nipples. His head drifts down to nestle in bust.

“Fucking perfect.” He breathed out.

Taehyung

“Let me see you in the purple one?” He asked, though it sounded more like a command. You turn swiftly and grab the next pair of lingerie from the box Tae had brought home for you. The velvet fabric felt luxurious as you brought the bralette up against your chest. You had started to grow uncomfortable with your body since your baby bump started showing, and now that you had begun to produce milk your chest had become a problem area for you. Not that you didn’t like how you looked. You just weren’t used to having these new dimensions. You expressed this negativity to your husband, but he was having none of it and promised to make sure to always let you know how beautiful you looked even when you felt the opposite. That night the two of you stayed up just talking about your struggle and how these changes were affecting your mental health. So, you decided to really have patience with yourself and with the help of Taehyung you would find comfort in your body once again.

It had been a while since you had had that conversation with your husband and through your pregnancy you learned to thrive in your pre-partum body and found that you actually were enjoying your new figure. You felt confident. Even though the pregnancy had been difficult, you found a great amount of self-worth. Tae had noticed your shift in attitude and decided to help you grow even more comfortable in some more intimate situations.

You looked into the full-length mirror in your room and cautiously put on the lingerie that you had brought into the room. It fit you really well with the exception of your chest, you had grown a little and Tae hadn’t taken that into account. You fluff your hair and inspect your makeup before heading back to the living room where Tae was waiting for you. The patter of your feet is heard as you waddled towards your partner.

Tae sat comfortably on the couch, his legs were spread open and his hands grabbed at the back of his neck. His eyes seemed to be closed but his brow were furrowed. The light in the room made his honey skin glimmer. You noticed that he had undone one of the buttons on his white button up which exposed more of his soft golden skin.

“Tae, look please.” You said quietly as to not break the ambient of the room. His eyes open slowly as his head lifts off the back rest of the couch. He looks at you and lifts one hand up to cover his mouth.

“Fuck, you look good. Turn for me, sweetness. I bet the back looks just as good.” You nod at his request and turn slowly to face away from him. He hisses loudly at your appearance.

“Come here, sweetheart. I wanna see it up close.” His word had become slurred from what you assumed to be lust. You waddle as sexily as you could towards your husband. He chuckles softly at your attempt and grabs on to your rotund hips. His lips meet the apex of your baby bump where he places a hand up to your tender chest. His hand slides in between the fabric of your panties and your heat while the other reaches up to softly play with your engorged nipple through the velvet of the bralette.

“I’m such a lucky man, the mother of my babies.” He kissed around your exposed chest “My wife… is the most beautiful woman in existence. You don’t even know how grateful I am to be with you, Sweetness.”

Jungkook

Jungkook was so excited when he had found out you were expecting a child, so excited that he bought a brand-new camera just to take pictures of you throughout your pregnancy to see your tummy grow. Every day after work he made sure to take an aesthetic picture of you to eventually make a scrapbook to give to you for your next anniversary. Today he called you excitedly asking you to fill the bathtub with water, JUST water, he emphasized, so when he texted you that he was five minutes away you began to fill the tub with hot water. You hear the quiet buzz of the keypad as Jungkook put in the code to your apartment.

“Baby girl I’m home, did you fill the bathtub!” His voice ricocheted throughout the house.

“Yes, Bun I’m filling it up as we speak.” He set his bag down and took his camera and the lights and brought them with him to your restroom. He set the lights up and slung his camera around his neck.

“Baby, can you put on that pretty red robe, the really long one that’s transparent.” He looked down at you with his big bright eyes and sent you a loving smile. You walk out to your room and your husband continues fixing the bathtub. He grabbed a couple of the roses and removed the petals from the stem tossing the loose petals into the water. He took a few of the tea candles and placed them in the tub to see how they float in the bath. Content with the candles, he continued to fiddle with the color of the lighting until he found a setting that he knew would compliment your skin tone.

Your footsteps patter on the glossy tile. This alerted Jungkook to your presence. He turned to see you in the luxurious red garment. His eyes travel down the expanse of your body and he feels his member twitch in his grey joggers. He whispers a quiet wow under his breath. A flash of light reflects off the shiny tile. Jungkook looked down at his hands and noticed that his finger was on the shutter release.

“Eomeo.” He chuckled

“Get in the tub baby and just relax for me.” You reach out for Jungkook so he could help you get into the bath carefully. The fabric of your robe swirled around in the tub majestically, the rose petals splayed around your glowing figure. The candles bobbed softly around you, the set up made you feel expensive, luxurious, and sexy. You had to give it to Jungkook. He really had an eye for visual effect.

“I’m going to start okay?” He lifted the camera up to his face. He moved around you to find all of the best angles. Every once in a while, he’d give you instructions for the poses he wanted you in. After a couple of minutes, you begin to notice your husband's focus waning. Your gaze sweeps down his frame until your eyes land on his hardened member.

“Kookie, you’re hard.” You smile up at him innocently.

“How could I not be, Beautiful.” He walks up close to the tub. He reaches down to grab your chin with his thumb and forefinger. He pulls your face up to sear your lips in a passionate kiss.

“My baby girl is so sexy.” He bites harshly onto your bottom lip. “Seeing you like this… with your swollen breast, and your beautiful baby bump.” His hand reached down into the water and settles on your tummy.

“Just, I don’t know… I…it makes me want you so damn much.”

~AdMin

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Working late

Previous: Here

For the rest of the time Ango had off, he spent with you. It was a nice time, and it made him happier than he had been in a long while to have someone to talk to that wasn't Tsujimura. It also helped that he could talk about something other than his job with you, as well as have something to think about aside from said job. So, in the end, he didn't regret trying out that dating app, even though he'd been so skittish to build a connection with someone. You, meanwhile, didn't seem to care about all of the flaws he brought up on your dates. You were fine with him not having much time to do much, and seemed to accept that this long stretch of time off wasn't his usual schedule. Thankfully, you didn't pry into why he'd suddenly gotten a month off if it wasn't normal. "I'm not looking for a constant partner. I can deal with taking things slow and being long distance," You assured on the second to last day of his break, wrapping an arm around him in a small hug, "My only demand is that I'm allowed to send you stuff and keep in contact as much as possible. Please just don't ghost me." He nodded, and with that, you seemed pretty content with that, letting him leave to return to work after his month off. Sadly, his happiness was swiftly squished under the weight of the work Taneada gave him upon his return. Of course, it wasn't a surprise to him, his boss had always been keen on shoving piles of work at him whenever he could get away with it. So, he just dug in and focused on catching up for the month of work he'd missed. So, another week passed uneventfully. Ango hadn't gone home more than two or three times, instead opting to crash on one of the decorative office couches for small naps when he got too exhausted to continue to work at times. He was swiftly exhausted, struggling to keep awake and to avoid completely crashing and sleeping for most of the day during his little naps. Though, it wasn't all bad. He tried his best to reach out to you when he could, and you were one of the few bright spots he had on the days where he was too busy to go home. (y/n): You doing alright? Wishing for another vacation yet lol.Ango: Very much so, but the paperwork is pretty standard, so it's nothing too taxing. (y/n): Ew, that sounds so boring. Ango: It is. That's why I didn't go into detail about my job, other than some of it being classified. (y/n): Yeah, kinda would've ruined dinner if I fell asleep to your paperwork chat lol. Ango: Lol. He smiled as he read your casual messages while he laid in the dark office long after even Tsujimura and Taneada had gone home, leaving him with the night security guards and little else in the way of coworkers. Usually, Ango just went to sleep as quickly as possible, having honed the skill of falling asleep on command pretty much, but when you'd checked in on him, he was fine with staying up to talk to you and unwind that way, and when his phone vibrated to notify him of another of your messages, he was further encouraged to stay awake out of pure curiosity. (y/n): Hey, Ango, I might know a way for you to destress. Ango: What is it? Yoga?(y/n): Nope! With that message, you sent a photo attachment, and he turned quite red before he'd even opened the file. Oh god, please don't be up for sexting. I'm much too rusty at that. He quickly plead internally, than, after swallowing the anxious lump in his throat, he opened the picture. Sure enough, it was a risque photo of yourself, nothing nude, but he got a healthy hint of what you looked like beneath your clothing. It brought a bright red color to his pale cheeks, but he didn't dislike the image, in fact, it honestly sent a bolt of excitement straight to his pants. Though, he was then faced with the predicament of responding. Fuck, do I comment on their body? Their underwear? He mulled over his options for a long moment and tried to formulate a good response that didn't sound too rude, but in the end he still struggled. Ango: Why the sexual image? Ango: You look nice, Ango:Your undergarments are rather cute. (y/n): Lol, take your time, dear. Ango let his phone fall to his chest after that and just scrubbed at his face with both of his hands, being mindful of his round glasses, then wiped his sweaty palms on the couch before finally sending a response he didn't delete. Ango: I'm sorry if I seem rude, I'm not used to being sent photos. You are very attractive. (y/n): Awww, thank you~ Have you really not been sent risque pictures before? Ango: Not really, haven't had many partners before to try. (y/n): Lolol, well dear, it's usually good etiquette to send a pic in return if you want😉 That sent another hot bolt of thrill to his groin, but he wasn't super sure on whether he should give into that lascivious voice in his head. Is it really smart to do this? They could use any compromising pictures against you. The anxious voice in his head whispered, but, after a moment or two of debating, the glasses-wearing man took a deep breath and let it out slowly, I guess it wouldn't hurt, as long as I don't show my face it shouldn't be that bad, even if they does use it against me. Besides, I can't exactly sleep comfortably after this, might as well take a photo while I'm at it. He told himself, using a bit of reasoning to curb how anxious he felt on his way to the men's room, the one rare place where there wasn't any security cameras. Once safely hidden in a stall with his phone, out of the view of any of the night guards or security cameras, Ango took a moment to relax so his hands didn't shake too badly, then, pulled his pants down just enough to let his semi-erect member free. He then took a moment to figure out how to take a passable picture and sent it off, his cheeks now as red as a rose and his gut was in a maelstrom of nerves, excitement, and arousal while waiting the painfully slow minute it took for you to reply to his picture. When you did, it was with a second image, (y/n): I appreciate your bravery~ Here, a final little picture for ya before I go to bed. Good night, Ango~ Your humor helped to relax him after such a nerve-wracking adventure into such a new territory. Not to say Ango wasn't a puritan, he'd had sex more than once, and he was pretty flexible with what he did in bed, but sending lewd photos from work was a new, anxiety-filled experience. Although, his stiffened member didn't seem to care about that paranoia. Fuelled by your second, slightly more risque image, his member now demanded to be dealt with before he even thought of sleep.He let out a little sigh and ran a hand through his dark hair, taking his glasses off and setting them carefully on the back of the toilet before shutting his dark green eyes and began to slowly stroke himself. The friction his hand gave, paired with the images now in his mind was the perfect mix to form fantasies starring you. Thoughts of you taking his long-neglected member into your mouth, or maybe riding him, so many thoughts that made his erection twitch filled his mind, trickling in as he finally fed his long neglected sexual needs ever so slightly. He hadn't done so in so long that he forgot just how addictive it could be to chase that delicious boost of happy chemicals masturbation could give him, but he was highly enjoying rediscovering the pleasure of the friction from his hands when paired with the fantasy of you being the one to stroke his twitching member until the pleasure reached its peek and a groan was yanked from his throat and quickly muffled as his body tensed and his brain was filled with static for a few moments. When he'd come down from that high, his euphoria was quickly replaced by immense shame, so he was swift to put his softening dick away and scrub up the evidence of his alone time. He put his glasses back on, straightened his clothes, and took a few deep breaths to slow his pounding heart and lessen the stain to his cheeks before he left the bathroom and returned to the couch. This time, he just went to sleep.

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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), small praise

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

***

You woke up wrapped up in Spencer’s arms. Part of you was glad he wasn’t burning toast but part of you was also missing the chance of seeing him so domestic in your personal space.

You tried to move to go to the bathroom but he pulled you in closer. His hair tickling your neck as he pressed a kiss to your collar bone.

“Spence let me go I need to pee,” you said exaggerating the ‘e’

“Make it quick I want cuddles,” he said mimicking your words from last night. His morning voice made you weak. It was raspy and deep. Could definitely bring a new wet patch to your panties if you were wearing any.

After doing your business and brushing your teeth you smiled seeing the one he used was in the holder next to yours. Maybe things would be different.

You knew you held strong feelings for the both of them and you had hopes of being able to be with them in the future. It had just been a month and they had wedged themselves in your heart. Each with their own little space of quirks you loved.

Walking back to your bed Spencer was rubbing the sleep out of his eye with one hand and the other was holding up his phone. He looked over at you with a sad smile.

He was painfully handsome. The way his messy curls stuck up in different places and the stubble growing framed his sharp jawline. All the way to the tip of his perfectly sculpted, tiny nose.

“Cuddles have to be postponed princess. The department director scheduled an emergency meeting so I need to head out,” he said softly.

“Hey don’t worry about it,” you said getting on the bed and pecking his lips, “I’m glad you stayed the night. It was great,” you said returning his smile.

He pulled on his grey v-neck over the sweatpants. You picked up his discarded jeans and folded them, “Let me get you some left overs for lunch then.”

You both made your way to the living room. He rested his elbows over the bar which looked into the kitchen. A smile came on his face as he saw you talking to yourself. The way your tongue poked out of your mouth as you concentrated on pulling out the tupperware without it falling.

He loved the way you looked with one of his t-shirts on. Your makeup was a little smeared but he found it adorable.

He picked up his jean jacket from the couch and slipped it on over his frame. You met him at the door and handed over the container. You unlocked the door and opened it for him. He leaned down and pulled you in for a deep kiss, you could feel the butterflies fluttering in your tummy.

“I adore you, princess,” he said softly.

“I adore you also Spencer. So much,” you said looking into his honey eyes. They shined brighter after the words were shared. You watched as he walked off and turned to give you a silly wave.

Closing the door you pressed your back to it. You felt hopeful for the future of your relationship.

Spencer woke up to an empty bed. It had been a week since he had spent the night at your apartment alone. He thought about the way you slightly drooled in your sleep and internally laughed at how defensive you got when he called you out on it.

Cat had been acting a lot more stand-offish towards the both of you. However Spencer got the most of it since he lived with her. He’d come home from grading either to no dinner or he’d make something for them to share and she would go straight to bed, barley sparing him a glance.

He also felt bad for you. You had texted him multiple times about how she was feeling. And he knew you tried to text Cat as well. Obviously you never wanted to take her for granted and he admired the effort you put in. “Trying to take care of them more,” which you had said.

He was much more alert after hearing a voice from their shared home office. Cat was on the phone and he could immediately tell with who. You.

“Y/n I just have a lot going on,” he heard her say through the phone.

As he got closer he could hear your voice through the speaker phone, “I know I know,” you sighed, “I just wanna spend time with you. I miss you.”

He could hear the softness in your voice and knew that it would get right to Cat. She may have little no difficulty saying no to you in bed but outside she couldn’t resist.

“Alright fine. I’ll see you Sunday angel,” Cat said stressing the title.

He laughed at your squeal through the phone, “I promise you won’t regret it. See ya!”

Once he knew the call was over he slid into the rolling chair on his side of the office and rolled over next to Cat.

“Hey, talk to me,” he said softly.

She looked up and sighed, “Was this a bad idea?”

“What Y/n?” he asked.

“Yeah. At first it was good, I mean it still is but a month ago there were less...” she trailed off.

“Feelings involved,” Spencer finished for her.

They shared a look of understanding. The full weight of their situation now lying on their shoulders. It wasn’t a bad weight, however they knew if something went wrong there was no way to be complete without one of you there.

Of course they loved one another. It had been both of them against everything for years. That was until you came around. You were a bomb full of smiles and new energy which they can agree had been lacking for a while. They were entranced by the way your heart was big enough for the both of them, making them regret ever having that stupid no dating rule and wanting to distance themselves from the start.

Within a month you became more than just their new plaything to spice up their life. You were their girl. And that realization scared Cat.

It was Sunday afternoon and you were getting your place ready for Cat to come over. You had planned a girls night filled with wine, movies, and salty snacks. You had finally convinced her to take a day to destress from her case.

You brought out a bunch of blankets to the couch and some pillows from your bed. The tv was already on and on set to the stupid baking show she liked to watch. A knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts.

You opened the door to see Cat with a simple long sleeve shirt and pair of sweatpants, presumably Spencer’s. Her face was bare of any makeup and her eyes glowed under the lights in your doorway. She was always so naturally stunning. It made your breath hitch.

You let her in then pulled her into a big hug. She could feel whatever intruding thoughts laying in her head slowly slip away in the moment. It was different than when she was in domspace, the need to be in control was nonexistent and she felt like she could just.. be.

She pulled away to rub the pad of her thumb over your cheek, “So what do you have for us angel,’ she asked.

“I got us some wine and junk food, then I have that absolute garbage show you watch playing,” you said with a laugh.

“It is not garbage,” she said with a scoff, “You just don’t have good taste.”

You softly punched her arm, “Whatever.” You flopped down on your couch then opened your arms and made grabby hands for her to lay with you. She rolled her eyes playfully then got in and pressed her back to your front. You pulled one of the many blankets over yourselves and tucked your chin in her shoulder to watch the god awful show.

After a few hour long episodes and a bottle of wine later and you were both contently buzzed. She was less reserved than she had been when she showed up. You’d think it was the wine getting to her but she knows its the way her true feelings easily slip out of her control when you’re around.

You had shifted positions so you were resting on top of her. Your arms wrapped around her middle as your head rested on her stomach. Her hands slipped into your hair and you shivered at her manicured nails on your scalp.

Slowly the voices on the television flowed into nothing as all your focus was centered on the woman before you. You lifted the hem of her shirt and started pressing kisses on her toned abdomen. Her head turned to look down in your eyes, a soft smile tugging on her lips.

“Is this okay?” you asked searching her hazel orbs.

She nodded, “Yeah angel.”

“Gonna take care of you Mistress,” you said between kisses on her hips as you pulled down her sweats, “I wanna make you feel so good.”

“Wait Y/n,” she said quickly.

Your hands stopped their motions and your head propped up to look at her with concern, “Wha- whats wrong? Do you want me to stop?”

She sat up and pulled you closer to press a kiss on your lips. Breathlessly she broke apart and spoke, “Not Mistress. Just Cat,” she said looking in your eyes.

You kissed her again and nodded with a smile, “Just Cat.”

Your hands went to the hem of her shirt and you pulled it off. Your lips went on their descent down her neck and finally you reached her breasts. You took one in your hand as you took the other in your mouth. She moaned as you swirled your tongue around her nipple.

You scooted back down to lay between her legs. She propped herself on her elbows to look at you. Your hand went to her chest to push her down, “Just relax Cat. I got you baby,”

Your fingers curled around where her panties sat on her hips. You pulled them down slowly and tossed them to the side. Eagerly you lapped a stripe up her folds, moaning at the taste. Your mouth closed around her bud which caused her back to arch off the couch.

You let two of your fingers gather some of her slick before sliding them in her tight cunt. You pumped them in and out of her as you continued to use your mouth on her clit.

You were drowning in the sweet sounds of her breathy moans. You loved the rare chances when you could see her like this. She was always the one in command with her hands on you and you loved being her equal. Finally being the one to have her hazy with lust.

One of her hands went to your hair which you expected to be in a firm grasp like usual. Instead this time she pulled you up to her lips. She moaned into your mouth as you continued your motions on her dripping heat.

“Y/n, angel I’m so close,” she mewled.

You used your thumb to rub quick circles on her clit, “Let go Cat. I got you, I’m right here.”

You leaned in to kiss her and swallow her screams of pleasure as she came on your fingers. You didn’t stop your motions. Expertly curling your fingers to continue hitting her soft spot.

She pulled you so you were straddling her, your hand still in between her legs. One of her hands moved to slide inside your shorts. She chose not to acknowledge your lack of panties and ruin the moment.

She smirked noticing how wet you were. She could feel the wet spot rubbing on the back of her hand. You moaned as she rubbed her fingers over your slick then made quick circles on your clit.

“I’ve barley touched you and I can tell you’re already close,” she said between gasps.

She quickly curled her fingers and rubbed over the spongy spot inside of you. Black spots were tickling your vision from holding your breath to relish in the pleasure her fingers were bringing you.

You nodded frantically as she slipped in two fingers to your weeping pussy, “Cum with me Cat, I’m right there.”

The knot in your tummy was ready to burst. With a few more quick pumps of her fingers you were sent over the edge. Cat came right after you as you circled her stiff bud quickly.

You both moaned each others names loudly. They were the only comprehendible words mixed in with curses and broken phrases. However there was something you said which Cat immediately picked up, “I love you.”

“What did you say,” she said pulling away from where you were intertwined. The intrusive thoughts from earlier had returned. She knew she needed to put her walls back up.

“I love you Cat,” you said looking at her nervously.

She opened her mouth then closed it again. That all made it real. She started to pick up her clothes and pull them over her body.

“Wait say something,” you pleaded looking up at her from the couch.

“I- I can’t. This is too much. I gotta go,” she said grabbing her keys off the counter.

You followed her to the door, reaching for her hand which she pulled out of your grasp as if your touch had burned her. There were tears in your eyes. She couldn’t even look at you, knowing she’d break. Cat wouldn’t let herself look weak.

You on the other hand couldn’t stop the emotions from coming to the surface.

“Cat wait. Talk to me. Say something. ANYTHING!,” you said through sniffles.

She cleared her throat and finally looked at you, trying to maintain her hard exterior, “I don’t love you Y/n. Sorry.”

She knew she did. She knew she was lying right through her teeth. The words were bitter on her tongue as she spoke them.

She unlocked the door and you didn’t even look up to see her leave. All you heard was the door shut close. You sunk to your knees and covered your face in your hands as the stream of tears slid down your cheeks.

Was this the beginning to the end?

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