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st4rluvrr · 11 months

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Friends

☆ “tell me we weren't just friends"

synopsis: fem!reader x jealous! ellie williams. you and ellie used to be friends before she randomly stopped talking to you and you bump into her at a party. based on friends by chase atlantic.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: smut, metions of alcohol, dom!ellie, sub!reader, degregration, overstimulation, blood, no aftercare

an: another chase atlantic song. this is not proof read and im not proud of this so yeah.

Lights flicker over Dina's face, painting her skin blue as she talks. Music plays loudly over a stereo, making it difficult to hear. The beat pulses through your body, leaving your heart pounding and ears bursting.

“So then she says that I’m being overdramatic. And I’m like you cheated on me, the least I should do is break up with you.” She says, irritated as she retells the details from her weekend.

You try to listen to her story, truly interested and wanting to be a good friend. But you were on edge, constantly checking the door, to see if she would be here. You didn’t want to face her, never wanted to see her again, you only agreed to come to this party because Dina promised that she wasn’t going to turn up but it was like your body craved her, needed her.

“Oh, you said she wouldn’t be here,” You say when you see Ellie walk through the door. Your heart raced at the sight of her. Her hair is cut short, shaggy against the back of her neck, fringe swept to the side. A brown button-up shirt is rolled up to reveal her tattoo, the top buttons were undone. There was no need for you to find her that attractive when you were still so mad at her.

You roll your eyes when you see everyone move towards her, desperate to greet her. You look over at Dina, and she at least looks a little apologetic. She knew it was better if you never saw each other again as you would be unable to resist her.

“She wasn’t supposed to, she told Jesse she was staying in,” As much as you tried to avoid Ellie, it was difficult when your friends were also her friends. They never truly knew what happened between the two of you. You couldn’t explain it yourself. Just that one day you both couldn’t stand to be in a room with each other. Jesse always insists that you will become friends again.

You don’t think you can, not after she left you. Abandoned you for her. Cast you aside like you meant nothing to her.

But she meant something to you. She made you feel wanted and needed. Your name was the one she was moaning at night when she would stay over, and she would fall asleep in your arms, only to be gone before the sun rose.

She didn’t need you. She proved that every time she left. She just needed someone to want her, and you would never be enough for her.

The longer she ignored you, the quicker the pain turned to anger. You finally had enough of her antics and swore to never take her back again.

You watched as a girl trailed after her, following everywhere she went like a lost puppy, begging for a drop of her attention. You hated to admit that that was you a couple of months ago. That you would have done anything for her. And deep down, you still would.

The room swarmed with heat, and your body flushed as more people began to turn up. As the night wore on, the alcohol started to take effect. You began to lose track of time, you becoming less and less aware of your surroundings as the night progressed. You found yourself getting lost in the moment, completely forgetting about Ellie and the girl she brought with her.

You were dancing with Dina, spinning each other around to the music. Laughing when she slips, grabbing onto her to stop her from falling.

“Oh sorry,” You apologise when you knock into someone while trying to save Dina. They turn to face you, your pulse quickens when you see their face.

Their hair is tied up, curls breaking out of the hair band, framing her face. Her lips were tainted dark red, perfectly complementing her skin. She was pretty, very pretty and you deserved to have a little fun. It had been months since you were last with Ellie, and you wanted to be wanted.

“Oh no don’t worry about it,” You lean in closer to her to hear over the blaring music. Her perfume wafts over to you. It’s sweet and flowering and pulls you in. “I’m Olivia,”

You return with your name, and when a new song starts to play, she places her hands on your hips, moving both of you to the beat. You step closer to her, shoes bumping as you dance with her. She starts to lean closer to you, your lips brushing over each other. You only need to move an inch, and her lips with be on yours.

A hand grabs your wrist, pulling you away for her. Their grip is tight and unforgiving and only tightens when you try to break free. You pull your hand from their grip roughly as she slams the bathroom door behind her, locking it.

“What the hell is your problem?” You yell at Ellie, walking over to the sink and leaning against it, trying to keep the distance between the two of you.

“You shouldn’t be with her,” She says, her jaw clenching when you roll your eyes at her.

“What the fuck?” You state in disbelief. She has no right to think she can stop you from moving on. She is the one who left you. She is the reason you are moving on in the first place.

“She’s no good for you,”

“And what you are?” Her silence says enough. You both know you are too good for her, that she would never treat you right. “You don’t get to choose who I date.”

“Well, I should if that’s who you pick. You just can’t help acting like a slut for the first person who gives you the tiniest bit of attention,” She starts slowly walking towards you, and you press further into the marble, trying to escape her. You feel small under her piercing gaze. She is close enough that you can see her pupils are blown wide in lust. You know how this is going to end, and it becoming harder to deny her the closer she gets.

“Or is it my attention that you wanted?”

“You’re so full of yourself,”

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You feel her breath fan over your face as she speaks. She smirks when you don’t respond. Her lips brush over yours, and as you tilt your head, she pulls her head back slightly, making sure that your lips don’t touch. “That’s why you dressed like a whore.”

And her calling you that shouldn’t make you wet, but you can feel your arousal pool in your underwear. It makes your mind foggy, and all you can think about is her lips on yours.

You connect your lips with hers, roughly kissing her. She grabs onto your hips tight enough that she will leave bruises. Your hands wrap around her, tugging at the hair on the nape of her neck. You suck her bottom lip into your mouth, biting hard enough to taste copper.

“You fucking bitch,” Ellie pulls back. You can see blood pooling on her lip, and you grab her shirt to drag her mouth onto yours again. You lick over the cut, soothing the ache, and she moans into your mouth, giving you access to deepen the kiss. Her hand moves up to grab your tit, palming the flesh through your top. Her other hand reaches down to push up your skirt, leaving it bunched up around your waist.

“Fucking hell,” She whispers when she sees your lace panties, “You really are a slut,”

Her hand tugs on the fabric, pulling it tight against your clit, and you moan at the pressure you are finally receiving. Her hand drags your top down, making your boobs spill over the edge. She rolls your nipple between her fingers, pinching hard.

Ellie starts trailing kisses down your neck, biting the flesh and leaving behind a mark. You moan at the pain, the sting making your cunt throb.

Her hand slips under the lace of your panties, moaning at how wet you are. Her fingers graze your clit, brushing past it to dip the tip of her finger into your hole.

She pushes two fingers into you quickly, but you are wet enough that they slip in easily. Her thumb grazes over your clit, making your head spin. You are already close to the edge. It has been a while since you have felt someone else’s fingers on you.

She curls her fingers inside of you, reaching the spot that makes you see stars. The coil is tightening in the stomach so close to snapping.

She circles your clit faster, her fingers pumping in and out of you. And that’s what makes the cool snap. You moan loudly, your legs buckling beneath you, Ellie’s grip the only thing keeping you standing.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” She kisses your lips, slow and softly this time. Her hand cups your jaw, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

She lifts you up and onto the counter, before Ellie drops to her knees before you, her hands passing over your side as she kneels. She pulls your panties down, leaving them to rest on top of your thighs.

She lifts one of your legs onto her shoulder, trailing kisses down your thigh, sucking marks into the fat. Her hands push your thighs further apart before she kisses directly over your clit. You are still sensitive from your last orgasm, and you jolt backwards in pleasure. She licks a strip along your folds, swirling her tongue around the throbbing bud.

It’s almost too much, your legs close around her head, trying to push her away. But Ellie pins your legs open, and you cannot fight against her strength. She sucks your clit into her mouth, and the pleasure is blinding. You grab onto her hair, pushing her harder, making her moan into your cunt. The vibrations cause you to cum, and you can feel your juices flowing down her thighs and dripping down her chin.

Ellie stands back up, licking her lips and wiping her chin with the back of her hand. You sit for a second longer, catching your breath before it all comes back to you. The pain Ellie has caused you over these last weeks. The girl that’s probably still sitting on that sofa, waiting for Ellie to get back to her.

“I should go,” You pull up your underwear and readjusted your skirt. “You should go back to your girlfriend,”

“She’s not my girlfriend,”

“You should tell her that,”

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #modern au #issy writes

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kkami-writes · 6 months

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devil’s advocate — chapter 11 cw. smut, subish!jisung, handjobs, cum consumption wc. 2.4k reference. han vlog

Most of the members are out this weekend, enjoying their limited free time as much as possible. Yet you can still hear Jisung, the boy is in his room and singing rather loudly. Eventually he quiets down, though honestly you didn’t mind it. The boy had such a beautiful voice that it surprised you that he was actually a rapper and not a vocalist. They could have told you he was apart of vocalracha and you’d believe them.

Moments later you can hear a knock at your door. You close your laptop before moving towards the door, finding Jisung behind it with a smile.

“Hi Ji, what’s up?”

“Well, me and Innie were supposed to go out today but he fell asleep on the couch. I don’t wanna disturb him so I was wondering if you’d like to watch a movie. I was thinking Howl’s moving castle since we talked about it last time,”

“Oh yeah, sure. Sounds fun,” You agree easily, turning off your lights before moving to follow Jisung back to his room. You walk through the living room and you almost coo at seeing the maknae knocked out on the couch. He looks like a sweet angel as he sleeps and you move to place a blanket over the boy.

You realize though that Jisung is not leading you to his room.

“Uh, isn’t this Felix’s room?” You question.

“Yeah but the wifi isn’t working in my room for some reason so Lixie is letting me use his room,”

You shrug, following the boy without another word. Jisung has his laptop under his arm, making his way to the bed, plopping down before patting the space next to him before going to set up the movie. You crawl over to the space, sitting rather close to the other due to the small bed. If Jisung is bothered by this, he doesn’t say anything.

The two of you get comfortable as he begins to let the movie play and you’re both content, sitting in silence to focus on the film. A giggle falls from your lips when Jisung begins to mime the actions of Howl in the movie, proving that he’s watch this about a million times before, having memorized most of it.

‘Merry-go-round of life begins to play and you find yourself swaying to the romantic sound of the piano. The piece is devastatingly beautiful, one of your favorites from the other ghibli films. You remember dreaming about dancing with someone to this song. Someone you loved.

You glance over at the boy next to you who is still very engrossed in the movie. You nibble at your lower lip, contemplating about asking Jisung. The worst he could do is say no, right?

“Hey,” You turn to the boy who also turns his head as you call out to him. “Will you let me indulge in something for a second?” Jisung tilts his head curiously but nods. You move to take the computer from his lap, pausing the movie before opening a new tab on youtube. You find a shorter version of the song and let it play as you place the computer so it’s out of the way. Crawling off the bed, you extend your hand out for the male to take. Jisung slides his palm into yours and you pull him up, moving your other hand to his shoulder.

He takes the hint well, placing his hand upon your waist before moving fluidly to the song. The two of you dance circles around Felix’s room, him twirling you a few times. Giggles fall from your lips as he happily sways you to the soft piano. It’s impossible to not admire the pretty boy in front of you, his heart shaped smile or the cute beauty mark on his full cheeks.

If your heart still beat you’re almost certain it would be throbbing against your ribcage. The feeling confuses you, it’s something you’ve never really felt before, even when you had been alive. Maybe once but it was something you’d rather forget.

You pull yourself closer so you can rest your chin on one of his shoulders and Jisung’s arms move so he can wrap them around your middle. The two of you move slower as the music starts to fade but even as the song ends, you stay in his embrace for a few more seconds. When you finally pull away, he’s looking at you with fondness swimming in those boba eyes. One of his hands move to your cheek, stroking the smooth skin with his thumb.

You’re pretty sure that your heart would be racing right about now with the way Jisung’s looking at you. He leans down just a little, your noses touched and you can feel his breath ghosting against your lips. He pulls your face towards him and presses his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter shut, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt as you pull him flush against your body, melting against the embrace. Jisung’s lips are soft against yours, head tilting to get a better angle and it has you sighing softly.

But when Jisung’s tongue is swiping across your lower lip, the sensationsnaps you out of your daze, suddenly realizing what was happening. You push him away, a look of panic overtaking your features.

“Shit! Fuck. Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I just - I got caught up in the moment and,” Words continue to spill from your lips, unable to stop rambling. Jisung becomes nervous as he watches you freak out. He has to grab onto your forearms to get you to stop.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m the one who initiated,” Your mouth closes and opens again like a fish, no longer sure what to say. “Yes?” Jisung can see you want to ask something.

“Why did you kiss me then? What about your boyfriends? I don’t think they’ll be very happy if they find out,” You mumble out, gaze falling to the floor as you try to untangle yourself from his grip. It’s then that Jisung realizes that they haven’t actually told you anything yet, having trying to figure out when the right time would be. Right. He might have forgotten about that.

“Oh um. We might have, uh, already talked about it?” Even though he phrases it like a question, you know it’s not. You blink at him.

“What does that mean?” Jisung has the audacity to blush and look away from you. He begins to fiddle with his hands awkwardly.

“Well we um, just thought that if you had decided you wanted to feed on us, it would be okay? We all discussed that we’d all be interested in that. If it makes things easier we’d be! Happy to let you feed on us…We already feel really comfortable around you and so…yeah,” Now Jisung is the one rambling and you’re having trouble trying to keep up with him.

“Ok wait. Let me see if I have this right. All of you talked about me and agreed that if I wanted to fuck you guys to feed, it would be ok. That all of you have explicit permission to let me be intimate with me,”

“Uh. Yes. That is correct,”

You press your fingers to your temple, still trying to wrap your head around this revelation. These boys were going to be the death of you (ha, get it?)

“You know, usually you let a girl know that their boyfriends have given them permission to do stuff before you kiss her,” Your tone is light, letting him know you’re just teasing him. If you’re honest, of course you had thought about the boys in the way. You were a succubus for satan’s sake, in the presence of some seriously attractive boys but you had always known that they were together so you assumed they would be 100% off limits. So the proposition is interesting to say the least, and if they were willing, what was the harm of saying yes?

“Sorry…I might have forgotten that we hadn’t talked to you about it yet,” Very typical Jisung, he’s lucky he’s so cute.

You let out a soft sigh. “Well, I suppose it’s nice to know now,” The air becomes slightly awkward, neither of you knowing what to say. Jisung is the one who pipes up.

“So…can we continue then?” You look over at him, his round cheeks flushed. Seriously, he was way too adorable for his own good. Still, it gives you a nice little confidence boost you need.

“Yeah? You wanna kiss me that badly?” Your head tilts to the side, tongue running across your teeth and Jisung’s eyes zone in on the movement of your slick muscle.

“Yeah…” Jisung breathes out and you tug him closer to push him back onto the bed. You come to swing your legs over him, straddling the boy and moving your hands to cup his cheeks, tilting it so he’s looking up at you.

“You want a kiss baby boy?” Jisung swallows visibly, eyes never leaving yours.

“Please,” It’s the way he asks so sweetly that you can’t deny him anymore, leaning down to push your lips against his. Unlike the first kiss, this one isn’t sweet, it’s far more needy and intense. A whine falls from Jisung’s throat as your tongue traces along his bottom lip. He eagerly parts his tiers so you can slip the slick muscle into his wanting mouth. You take your sweet time exploring his mouth, his own tongue coming to lick at yours.

When you pull away to breath, Jisung looks absolutely breathtaking, his eyes half-lidded and lips swollen. It makes you grin, seeing your effect on the boy. As you take him in, you notice he has a mole in the juncture of his collarbone, getting the sudden urge to kiss it. So you do, trailing your lips from his jaw to his neck until they reach his collarbone. Jisung’s hands come to rest on your waist, throwing his head back to bare his neck to you.

You attach your lips to his smooth skin, sucking softly, not enough to leave a mark - at least not one that will last. Jisung’s bottom lip is between his teeth as he worries it, trying to not make any embarrassing noises. So you deliberately roll your hips down against his hips and a groan slips from his lips. He’s already hard, straining against his pants as he begins to push you harder down against him.

“So needy huh?” You hum, thoroughly enjoying how desperate he’s getting for you. He looks so gone already, pupils dilated and lips parted.

“Noona…please,” Jisung’s voice breaks, slightly croaky with how dry it feels.

“Please what?”

“Please…it hurts,”

“Aw, do you need some help baby?” He nods his head, continuing to try to move your hips against his aching clothed cock for any semblance of friction. You move to shimmy down just enough so that you’re in between his legs. Fingers move to undo his jeans, pushing them down so his cock flops out. Jisung is painfully hard, the tip flushed red and leaking precum. Saliva pools in your mouth before spitting directly against his cock, an action that has Jisung preening.

You wrap your fingers around his shaft, spreading your spit all along his cock to make the slide easier. Jisung’s head is thrown back, hips bucking up eagerly into your hand desperately. Normally you’d just edge him for that but you can tell how bad he needs it so you let it slide. You twist your hand as you stroke him off, paying attention to the head of his cock. Jisung is actively whining, begging for you to go faster.

So you oblige the poor boy, jerking him off faster and squeezing at his length. The only sounds in the room were Jisung’s moans and the lewd squelch of his slick cock. You lean up so you can press kisses to his neck and Jisung gasps, easily becoming more squirmy under you.

“Noona…Noona! ‘M close,” He mumbles out and you’re not surprised. Jisung had been so needy that it makes you wonder when is that last time he last had sex.

“Go ahead baby, cum whenever you want,” You let out a small hum, hand speeding up and thumb pressing against the tip. The moan Jisung lets out as he comes is borderline pornographic, thick white stripes landing on his stomach and your hand. Slowly you help him ride out his high, stroking him until he has to stop you.

You glance down at your cum stained hand. While you didn’t actually have to ingest semen to feed, it either being inside you or on your skin worked perfectly well. However, you’d be lying if you weren’t curious. So you bring your hand to your lips, licking at your stained fingers, letting out a hum at his surprisingly sweet taste. Jisung’s watching you slack jawed and hazy eyes. He thinks he probably would have gotten hard from watching you do that but he’s so exhausted, eyes threatening to close all the way.

“Fuck - why am I so tired?”

“Ah, that’s probably me. I also feed of the energy you release when you cum, making you much more tired than you probably would be. You’ll get used to it though,” You run your clean hand through his sweaty bangs, pushing them out of his face. You slip off of him, going to the bathroom and return back with a damp washcloth. You help clean the boy up whose about to pass out. Jisung is able to pull his pants back up before he’s all but collapsing against his pillows.

You giggle at the boy, moving to get up to let him get some rest. He grabs onto your wrist though, stopping you in your tracks. You turn around to look back at him, head tilted.

“Mm, will you stay?” He asks, voice heavy as sleep threatens to take over. A smile graces your face and you simply move to crawl back onto the bed, pulling the boy close to you, his head resting upon your chest.

“Um, let’s not tell Lix what we did in his bed ok? Just a secret between you and me?” Jisung mumbles out before dreamland finally takes him.

“Yeah, agreed,”

a/n: ok look, I know what you're thinking. kaia??? howls moving castle again? FIRST OF ALL!!!! Jisung is just so ghibli coded and that's not my fault. SECOND OF ALL!!! that's what he literally did in this vlog so, not my fault again <3 Also finally!! we're here, it's about to get reaaaaaaaally spicy now ^^

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thatgirlstrawberry · 1 year

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Sick Surprise pt. 10 - The Granparents

In which Y/N’s parents invite everyone to lunch and formally meet Spencer and spend time with Eloise

Warnings: Tension but not full angst, cursing, kissing, a sassy toddler (as always), and flufffff, lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

So, Spencer bought Y/N a ring. Even though she told him she didn’t need one, that night when both of the girls were asleep, he went and bought a ring.

And he couldn’t sleep because his mind was on hyper mode so he stayed up all night and surprised her with it the next morning at breakfast. It was two weeks later when Y/N asked Spencer to move in with her and Eloise.

Y/N and Spencer were watching Eloise dance around the living room along with the music from her TV show. She found it hard to take her eyes off of her daughter after the kidnapping even in her own home.

Anyway, Y/N glanced between Spencer and Eloise and saw how he was chuckling at all of her little twirls and jumps.

She rested her chin on her fist and bit her lip, looking at her fiancé. “Spencer?” She hummed. He looked over at her with a smile. “I- I know we like just got engaged— which this ring is really fucking big by the way—“ She put her hand in front of her face observing the ring he’d bought her. “And I know people usually do this like— after they get married but I… Will you Um… move in with me and Eloise?”

“Y/N—“

“I mean you’re barely ever at your apartment and like— what’s the point of paying rent if you sleep here when you’re not on cases?”

“Baby—“

“You know, I think you actually bought groceries for your house but then you brought them here and just—“ He cut her off with a kiss.

She smiled when he pulled away and placed his hands on the side of her face to keep her close. “I don’t want anything more than to move in with you and Eloise.” He shook his head.

Y/N smirked. “What about marrying me?” She teased. Spencer rolled his eyes and kissed her once again.

Spencer moved in the next week. It was perfect because his lease was up. So, they sat in bed talking about random things, Y/N talking about wedding stuff and Spencer giving her statistics.

“I don’t know enough people for it to be big wedding.” She shook her head.

Spencer chuckled. “Correction: you don’t like enough people to have a big wedding.” He nodded. Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile and shook her head. “But that’s okay! Liking people is not required to get married, you just have to like me.” He shrugged.

Y/N squinted. “Do I like you?” She teased. She squealed when Spencer grabbed her and pulled her on top of his lap.

“Yes, you do like me ‘cause you’re marrying me.” His fingers ghosted her hips and she shivered, smiling at him. She leaned in and kissed him before humming.

“Yes, I am marrying you. And I’m the happiest person because of it.”

“Oh yeah?” Spencer nodded, finally holding her by the waist. Y/N leaned forward again and kissed him deeper this time.

She pulled away, leaning down to kiss his jawline. “Let’s see… Eloise wakes up in about thirty minutes.” She whispered, still pressing kisses against his cheek and jawline.

Spencer raised his brows as he tilted his head back wanting her lips lower. “Oh? What do you suppose we could do in thirty minutes?”

She giggled against his skin and pulled away, her body heating up. “Oh y’know… you could put your di-“

Her phone rang.

She groaned loudly and whimpered, letting her head fall into the crook of his neck. She felt him reach over and grab her phone. He handed it to her and she pulled her head up, sighing when she saw her mother’s name on the screen.

She pressed the answer button. “Hi, mom!” She feigned excitement.

“Hi, honey! I haven’t spoken to you in a while!”

Y/N inhaled deeply, glancing at Spencer. “Yeah, since Eloise’s birthday.” She nodded, her hand coming up to play with the pocket on Spencer’s shirt.

“Yeah. Well, speaking of Eloise, I was wondering if you guys would like to come to brunch with your father and I this Saturday.”

Y/N pressed her tongue into her teeth. “Uh, y’know, mom, Saturday isn’t really good for us—“ Spencer furrowed his brows.

“We can do Saturday then, sweetheart. Y-you can even bring that lovely boy— uh… Spencer! Yes, that’s right, Spencer.”

Y/N’s eyebrows popped up. “Uh, I’m sure Spencer is busy on—“

“I’m not busy Mrs. L/N!” He called. Y/N shushed him and slapped her hand over his mouth.

“Is that Spencer i hear?”

Y/N bit her lip when Spencer looked at her with those big puppy dog eyes he liked to pull when he really wanted something. She sighed and gave him a threatening smile. “How’s Saturday at 11?”

They made a plan to meat at this outdoor brunch place and Y/N was annoyed. She didn’t want to eat with her mother. She hadn’t done that since the age of 17. She didn’t want to subject Spencer to that kind of judgment. Or herself to that kind of judgment.

Spencer noticed that she was off when she hung up the phone. “Y/N…” He drew out.

She crawled off of his lap and realized that he might have over stepped. She sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him. He watched her place her face into her palms. He scooted forward silent and settled next to her. “Y/N, I’m— are you okay?”

She sighed heavily and glanced at him. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She nodded, picking at her cuticles.

Spencer tilted his head. “No, you’re not. You forget that I can tell when you lie.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You can tell when everyone lies.”

He sighed and placed his hand on her knee. “Come on, Y/N. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She inhaled deeply and tried to avoid looking at him. “I don’t want to go eat with my parents and you just signed us up. Once she makes plans, they’re impossible to get out of.” Y/N turned her head away from him completely when her voice wavered.

“Baby, we don’t have to go. I’m sorry, I just thought it would be nice to really meet your parents.” He tried to get her to turn to him. “But we won’t go.”

She shook her head. “It’s just— she dropped me when I got pregnant and now that you’re here and Eloise is older, she wants to be around now? I wonder If they want something…”

Spencer bit his lip. “Y/N, you can call your mother back and I will tell her myself that we’re not gonna go. I am really sorry—“

“They think I’m a mess. That’s it.” She nodded, standing up. Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and stood up after her.

“Y/N what—“

She spun around facing him. “They think I’m a mess and the second they set that I actually am one, they’re gonna lecture me about how I should have given my baby up—“ She stopped to breathe. “So, we’re gonna go and we’re gonna sho my parents that I’m not a mess.”

Spencer opened his mouth. “Baby, I’m sure—“

“Don’t say ‘I’m sure they don’t think you’re a mess.’ Because I know they do.” She nodded sadly. “But that’s okay. I know that we’re doing just fine and we’re gonna show them that.” She hummed and stuck her left hand in front of her face, showing off her engagement ring.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Saturday morning came all too quickly.

Y/N stood in the mirror behind Eloise combing she hair. “Mommy, why we has to go out t’day?”

She sighed. “Remember grandma and grandpa from your birthday?” She asked, faking a smile. Eloise seemed to nod with her entire body. “Well they invited us to go eat with them! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

She thought for a moment. “Will der be a play place?” She asked.

Y/N pressed her lips together. “I don’t think so, babe.”

She frowned. “Then I not gonna have no fun.”

The mother smiled and kissed her cheek. “Me either, kiddo. Me either.”

“Eloisey’s bag is packed.” Spencer’s voice was heard from down the hallway. He stepped into the bathroom and pecked both girls on the cheek.

“Thanks, honey.” She smiled.

Eloise giggled. “You put my st’berry puffy’s in there?” She asked. Spencer bent so he was at eye level with her.

“You bet i did, Eloisey.” He held his large hand in front of her and she slapped it with her tiny one.

Y/N chuckled and finished her daughter’s hair. “Well, I guess we’re ready to go.” She shrugged.

Spencer leaned down and kissed his fiancé. “It’s gonna be okay, baby.” He said when he pulled away.

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Okay. Yeah. We’re gonna be fine.”

.•.•.•.••.•.•.•.•.

“We are not gonna be fine.” Y/N was gripping the armrest anxiously, staring at the restaurant in front of them.

Spencer knew better than to try and coax her out of her nervous state because she would just get worse. “Why don’t we take this one step at a time.” He nodded, grabbing her hand and pulling it from the armrest watching her knuckles return to their natural color.

Y/N bit her lip and let out a breath. “Okay.”

Spencer glanced back at Eloise who was playing with her stuffed bird in her car seat. “Do you wanna get Eloisey out or should I?”

“I will.” She nodded.

He smiled and nodded, getting out of the car. He walked around to the other side before Y/N could get out and opened the door for her. She smiled sweetly and got out.

She walked around to Eloise’s door and made a silly face. “Are you ready to eat!?” She asked, opening the door.

“I’m gonna get some waffles an’ eggs an’ bacon an’/-“

Y/N giggled as she picked her up and hiked her on her hip. “Can you put all that in your tummy?”

Eloise nodded quickly. “I so hungry i tould eat wike— four horses!”

Y/N laughed loudly and kissed her cheek. “Well you better make Grandma and Grandpa’s pockets hurt!”

Spencer gasped. “Baby!”

She looked back at him and shrugged. “What? It’s their treat, mom said!”

Her fiancé shook his head with a chuckle. “Go inside.” He smiled.

Y/N rolled her eyes and popped her eyebrows up with a shrug and walked towards the building.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Más soon as they sat down, Eloise was being spoiled by her parents.

“Do you want this?” “How about this?” “Y/N, why don’t you let her have this?”

By the time they got their food, Y/N’s parents were bombarding Spencer with questions.

“So, Spencer, where did you graduate from?” Her mother asked her fiftieth question then.

He nodded gracefully. “Caltech.”

Her mother’s eyebrows raised. “Wow, okay!” She smiled and nodded. Y/N could sense the judgment but why?

“Something wrong, mom?” Y/N asked, tilting her before swallowing a bite of her food. She felt Spencer’s fingers graze her thigh telling her that it was okay but she shook her head.

Her mother took a breath. “I just think—“ she stopped and smiled, looking at Spencer. “That’s a wonderful school, Spencer.”

Y/N started talking before Spencer had a chance to speak. “And Spencer graduated when he was— why was it honey? 16?”

Spencer swallowed nervously. “Y-yeah. But we don’t have to talk about—“

“16!?” Her father almost shouted. “Well damn, Spencer you might as well be the smartest person in the world.”

Y/N giggled. “He is.” She wrapped her hand around his bicep and handed Eloise an apple slice off of her plate.

He cleared his throat and smiled down at her. “Y/N, did you want another coffee?” He asked, trying to deter her from the subject of him.

“No, I’m okay. Thank you though.” She smiled. She looked back at her mom and began to speak but the older woman gasped. “Mom, what’s wrong?”

She shut her eyes before looking down at Y/N’s left hand that was laid on the table. “I-is that a ring— an engagement ring!?”

Y/N paused her movements completely, almost choking on air. “O-oh uh…” she looked at Spencer who seemed more nervous than he did before.

“Honey, look at her hand!” Her mother spat.

The two looked at each other and then at Eloise who was stuffing her face with French Toast and whipped cream with a giddy smile.

“Uh… Mr. and Mrs. L/N…” Spencer swallowed. “I asked Y/N to marry me b-because I love your daughter so much a-and! I love Eloise a-as my own.”

Both of her parents sat there with their jaws slack. “Uh— uh that’s… great but, do you really think you could handle…” Her mother glanced between her daughter and Eloise. “This?”

Y/N tilted her head, her breath hitching. “W-what does that mean, mom?”

Spencer heard the tone in her voice change to defense mode. “Y/N, just wait a minute—“

“No, Spence. I’m tired of— of them acting like I haven’t been taking care of myself and Eloise for years.” She might have been angry but she let her voice fall quiet so her daughter didn’t know that’s she was. She looked at her mother. “You would no that if you didn’t disown me the second I told you I was pregnant.”

She regretted the words as soon as they left her but that didn’t change the truth behind them. She bit her lip and watched their faces fall. “Y/N, we just thought—“

Spencer shook his head. “With all due respect/-“ Her head snapped over to her fiancé. “Y/N is an amazing mother and the fact that you two didn’t even stick around to see that is— a major loss on your behalf’s.” He paused and glanced at Eloise. “And Eloise is such a great kid. Even after her kidnapping, she remained the same sunshiny soul and you would know that she’s the same if you took the time to get to know her.”

Y/N had tears in her eyes by the time he ended his little speech. She swallowed pressed her lips into a thin line. “I just wanted you guys to see that I wasn’t a mess.” She looked between her parents. “But, now that I see your opinion hasn’t changed, I think we can be done here.” She nodded, looking at her fiance.

“Honey,” Her father started. “We don’t think you’re a mess.” He shook his head. “You’ve grown so much since college and we just— haven’t been around to see it.” He told her.

Y/N looked at her mother who opened her mouth. “And that is our fault. We stayed away because we didn’t like the idea of you having a child without a husband but I see now that we should have been with you while you waited to meet yours.” She smiled and looked at Spencer.

Her father chuckled and shook his head. “I’m sorry we left you, honey. We should have stayed with you through it all.”

She bit her lip. “Thank you, Dad.” She hummed.

Her mother smiled. “I’m sorry too, baby. I never wanted to hurt you.”

Y/N sniffled and wiped her cheek. “Thank you guys.” She smiled through her tears.

Eloise squealed. “Mommy! Tan I get another smoovie?” They all laughed quietly at her sudden outburst.

She looked at her mother and raised her eyebrows. “Of course you can, sweetie!”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

At home, Eloise was passed out on the play mat in the living room as reruns of SpongeBob played quietly on the TV. Y/N and Spencer had snuck off into their room when she was fully out.

“So what did you think of brunch today?” Spencer’s quiet voice sent shivers down her spine. His nails were dragging slowly up and down her arm.

Y/N inhaled deeply and squeezing him a little. “I think… it went better than I expected it to.” She hummed.

Spencer smiled. “Good, baby. I’m glad.” They stayed silent for a moment. “D-do you think your parents like me?” He asked.

Y/N giggled quietly. “I wouldn’t care even if they didn’t like you.” She whispered. “But yes, I think they like you. Even after you yelled at them.” She joked.

Spencer gasped. “I-I I didn’t yell at them! Did I!? Do they think I yelled at them!?”

The woman sat up, laughing and crawled over the top of him to straddle his lap. “Shhhh!” She pressed a finger to his lips. “I was just kidding, baby.”

He sighed in relief. “Good.” He nodded, his word coming out jumbled because of her finger over his lips.

She moved her finger and replaced it with her own lips. “I think it was sexy.” She whispered.

Spencer raised his eyebrows let a breath escape him. “Really?”

Y/N nodded. “Oh yeah.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.••.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

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baby spencer who definitely is NOT regressed on the jet ride back to quantico and garcia, morgan, and big sis jj can’t help but notice. after lots of coddling and a meltdown from spencer, he starts to warm up to the rest of the team. (i really love the idea of fatherly hotch and regressor spencer :(( ) but less sad and more just spencer getting the love he deserves. n garcia is the coolest of cool aunts and she most definitely is waltzing over with her ipad and a whole folder of new games for spencer to play!! sorry m rambling i hope u have the best day/night <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Big Sis Duties ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| jennifer jareau x spencer reid

a/n: this more so turned into big sis Jj & lil bro reid sry

warnings: talk of rosslyn/when Jj was a kid, reid being insecure about his regression

Jj kicks her foot lightly against Reid’s leg, he’s curled up in the corner of the couch on the jet while Jj is sprawled across the rest of it. She might be annoying him, but she’s regressed to around fourteen and that’s the best age to be annoying her younger brother in her humble opinion.

“Reid?” She sing songs his name and grins when he huffs at her, she’s pretty sure he’s regressed or at least starting to.

“Let’s play cards I’m bored.” Bored and keenly aware that there’s over four hours left on this plane ride, she hates cases in Alaska for this exact reason.

“Not now Jj, I’m tired.” A small pout appears on Jj’s lips, Spencer’s never too tired to play cards with her, especially when she’s regressed and she knows he knows, the entire team does. She had accidentally made it very apparent when she waltzed down to the lobby of their hotel in black skinny jeans and her rock music playing loudly in her headphones. Whoops.

“Are you okay?” Reid lets out a small sigh when Jj slides over to his side and lays her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah I’m okay.” The assurance sounds fake and Reid drops his eyes to the floor as he says it, only furthering Jj’s concern.

“You know you can regress if you want to.” She makes a point not to say ‘need to’ as she remembers before she got more comfortable in her regression she had it in her head that if she didn’t absolutely need to regress, she shouldn’t. It took a while for her to realize that regression is how she copes and she’s allowed to regress when she wants to, and she knows Hotch has been trying to make Reid understand the same truth.

“I don’t.” It’s meant to have a snap to it but it doesn’t, Spencer’s too tense to show that much emotion. He’s so curled in on himself Jj wonders if it hurts to sit like that with his tall frame, and if he realizes how outwardly stressed he looks.

“Can I nap with you?” The question must take Reid off guard as he turns his head and furrows his brows at Jj.

“You said you were tired, we can nap together.” After school she remembers throwing herself onto Rosslyn’s bed where her older sister was probably already half asleep since the higher grades got out a little earlier than the younger ones. It’s a memory she clings onto, the sunny afternoons she’d spend in her sisters room half awake giggling at Rosslyn’s playful teasing and badly sung pop songs are some of Jj’s favorite moments she had with her sister.

“Um…” Spencer trails off and chews his bottom lip while his hand fidgets with the corner of his shirt. He’s definitely falling into his headspace, Jj can practically see it stamped across his forehead.

“Or we can play games on Penny’s ipad if you want, or ask Rossi to tell us war stories, or have Hotch read to us, or Em can play poker with us…” Her shoulder bumps into Reid’s with a smile on her face as she lets her voice go quiet, waiting for Spencer to be the one to decide what they do. Rosslyn used to do the same thing with Jj, it feels like something a big sister has to do.

“Can we um… play games on Penny’s ipad?” Jj immediately nods and ruffles Spencer’s hair before standing to walk over to where Garcia is sat next to Derek.

“Hi there pumpkin, need something?” The blonde instantly greets Jj, ignoring whatever banter she was just having with Morgan.

“Could me and Spence use your ipad to play games?” A chuckle comes from Derek with a mutter about Jj using the ipad more than Garcia herself which Jj promptly sticks her tongue out at. Until Penelope tells her to stop asking or the games get boring, she’ll be using that ipad anytime she can get her hands on it.

“Course sweetie, here you are. You remember the password?” She nods, the password is Unicorns123 which is very easy to remember even when Jj’s regressed.

“I’m back!” Reid lets out an oof when Jj thumps into his side and clicks the ipad open to the folder of games Garcia has downloaded for her. There’s a few she only uses when she’s regressed really young and others reserved for when she’s a tad older, she isn’t sure what age range Spencer falls into right now so she goes with a block stacking game since that seems safe for about any age.

“Here, you play and I’ll watch.” A beaming smile gets sent Jj’s way as Spencer takes the ipad from her hands, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration and a low hum of contentment coming from his throat. Jj can’t hold back her own grin, settling against Spencer’s side to watch him try to line the blocks up, and a warm feeling spreading through her chest. She thinks she’s getting pretty good at big sister duties.

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My Best Friend (11)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]

[warnings: smut, sex content, kissing, fluff, swearing]

[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Aemond and Y/N walked back from their cigarette to their table together. Marisa was laughing loudly, Klaus was supporting Criston falling asleep on him.

"Someone here has had enough." Marisa said with raised eyebrows. It was already late, it was two o'clock in the morning. Klaus offered to drive Marisa home with Criston and Y/N.

"I'll drive Y/N to the University tomorrow." Aemond said, as he took his seat, Y/N sat next to him and gave Klaus an apologetic look. Her brother stared at her for a moment, but when she smiled at him, he just let out a breath.

"Alright. Don't go too crazy." He said carefully, his eyes on Aemond, who smiled involuntarily.

"We won’t." He assured.

Once Klaus, Criston and Marisa had gone, there was no need for them to stay at the club any longer. The rest of the guests could take care of themselves. Aemond looked at her.

"Sleepy?" He asked calmly, watching her reaction. She smiled at him and nodded her head. They were both nervous for some reason.

Aemond said goodbye to the staff and security and motioned for Y/N to head for the exit. They got into his car, Aemond played Depeche Mode's "Never Let Me Down Again" in the background.

A smile appeared on Y/N's face. He knew, that she loved that band and this song. She shifted excitedly in her seat, bobbing her head slightly to the music. Aemond smiled imperceptibly at the sight.

After 10 minutes they were already in the underground car park under his skyscraper. They got out of the car, headed to the door and then to the elevator. Aemond pressed a button and Y/N looked around. The whole building looked new and well-maintained, there was even a security guard in the gatehouse, who apparently kept order.

Aemond's apartment was on the 5th floor. Y/N followed him down the long corridor until they stood in front of number 36. Aemond took his keys from his pocket, opened the door, and let her in first. Y/N entered hesitantly, looking around. Aemond turned on the light in the hallway.

His apartment was large, but not huge. On both sides of the corridor there were doors to various rooms, at the very end of it, there was a large living room connected to the kitchen. From the living room you could go to the bedroom, separated by a wall.

Y/N took off her shoes and stood still, waiting for him, not wanting to venture into the depths alone. He looked at her surprised.

"Come in." He said, as he turned on the light in the living room and kitchen.

His living room was filled with huge, dark, oak bookshelves, lined with books from top to bottom. There was a couch in front of it, a large TV and a coffee table behind it. The kitchen was separated by a counter, so you could see, what the person on the other side was doing. It didn't escape her notice, that there was general order everywhere.

"Do you want something to drink?" He asked, pacing around the kitchen and pouring himself some water. He watched her out of the corner of his eye.

"Water if I may." She said without looking at him, as something caught her attention. It was pictures on the shelves.

She looked at it curiously. She saw a picture of three children, very similar to each other, with the same blond hair. One of them she recognized as Aemond, already wearing an eyepatch. The other two must have been his siblings.

Then she saw a second picture, this time of him as a child, crouching down and embracing a huge, fluffy dog. She smiled in amusement at the sight. Aemond approached her with her glass, standing with her.

"Thank you." She said taking a sip of water. "Whose dog is this?" She asked curiously, pointing to the photo she was looking at. Aemond smiled.

"It's Vhagar. She’s my dog." He said, taking a sip from his glass.

"Where she is now?" She asked curiously.

"At my parents' place, outside the city." He replied calmly. “She would be tormented in this apartment, waiting for me all day.”

Y/N nodded in understanding. She suddenly felt terribly tired and rubbed her eyes. Aemond noticed this and set his glass down on the table. He placed a gentle hand on her waist and pulled her close to him. After what Kate had done to him that night, he needed her. He needed all of her.

He thought, she saw it in his gaze, because she clung to him and kissed him tenderly, slowly. That's what he wanted. He didn't want to rush. Not now. Not with her.

They rubbed against each other gently, brushing each other's lips, their kisses slow and wet. His manhood throbbed painfully, which she did not miss.

Y/N pulled away from him and looked at him uncertainly. She wanted to do something for him, she wanted to help him. She felt, that he needed her. She put her hand on his belt.

"May I?" She asked quietly, waiting for permission. He swallowed hard as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Yes." He answered just as quietly, almost in a whisper.

Y/N slowly, with slightly trembling hands, undid the waistband of his pants, then the button and fly. She touched the bulge in his boxers lightly, and he groaned, pressing his forehead against hers, his hands clasping her hair and buttocks.

She blushed at the sight. She swallowed loudly, slipping her small hand under the thin material, lowering it slightly and began to massage him.

Aemond shivered at the sudden sensation of pleasure and drew in a deep breath, panting loudly. He gripped her hair tighter and pulled her to his lips, biting into them fervently, their tongues touching shamelessly over and over again with wet sound.

Both of them were out of breath, his hips involuntarily heaving to the rhythm of her hand movements. Suddenly he grabbed her hand, stopping her.

"Stop, or I'll come." He said, breathing hard.

"I want you to come." She spoke softly.

It didn't sound like an order or a request, but as a suggestion, her desire to please him. There was tenderness in her voice. He stared at her helplessly, she saw the struggle in his eye, his eyebrows arched in uncertainty.

He let go of her hand and kissed her lustfully, pushing his tongue all the way to her throat. Her hand involuntarily tightened on him again, rubbing his swollen cock from top to bottom.

She could feel his own fluids leaking out of him, and she was ashamed of the feeling. The thought, that she gave him such pleasure reflected in her lower parts, she felt wet just from looking at him. She felt his muscles tighten, his breathing ragged, his hips moving uncontrollably. He stopped kissing her and looked at her pleadingly.

"Don’t stop." He whispered, his eye misted, his body convulsing as he cum on her dress.

"Fuck! Fuck!” He leaned against her forehead, panting heavily, her hand still gently massaging him, feeling him still throbbing. He kissed her lazily, his eye closed. After a moment, as if he was back to earth, he looked at her, and then they both glanced at her dress.

"Wonderful." She said, frowning, her expression unsatisfied, but the amused tone of her voice betrayed her. Aemond smiled to himself, pulling her to him with a firm movement.

"Come on. I'll wash it for you tomorrow." He said and kissed her forehead. "Now, you'd better pull it off."

Flushed and warm, she pulled her dress off her shoulders and slid it off her. Aemond pulled his black sweater over his head as he looked at her. He was now completely naked, but his face, unlike her, showed no embarrassment.

He looked at her expectantly. She reached her hands behind her back and pulled her bra down, then lowered her panties slightly and stepped out of them. His hand cupped hers, their bodies touching now, his manhood soft. He took her face in his hands and kissed her gently, unlike his usual. She liked it.

She returned his affectionate gesture. His hand slid over her bare back. He suddenly grabbed her hips and lifted her, she involuntarily wrapped her legs around him.

Slowly, he walked with her towards his bedroom, to which he opened the door, supporting her with one hand. He placed her gently on the bed and went back to the earlier room, to turn off the light. It was dark, but the large windows in the bedroom made everything visible.

She looked around the room, seeing, that there were few things in it, apart from a bedside table and a large wardrobe, that ran the length of the wall with several doors, one of which was a mirror. She saw herself in it and swallowed, realizing, what she was doing. This time, however, it was different. Knowing what to expect, made her enjoy it all the more.

"What are you thinking about?" She was snapped out of her thoughts by his soft, calm voice.

She didn't even notice him come back in. She turned to face him, lying sideways, naked, and he lay down next to her, facing her. She blinked, seeing, that he was really waiting for an answer. His fingertips gently stroked her cheek.

“I was thinking about how different our first time was from the last time.” She said softly, slightly embarrassed. "How different it was for me."

Aemond looked at her understandingly, he rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

"It is obvious." He said. For a moment he considered, whether to ask the question, that was pressing on his lips. "The first time we did it. Was it very painful for you?”

Y/N blinked, surprised. She thought for a moment.

“Only at the very beginning. I was scared. I didn't know that…” She closed her mouth for a moment, considering the wording. “… that if I relax enough, my muscles will adapt to you.” She said looking at him with her big eyes.

Aemond grunted in understanding. She reached up to stroke his cheek, and he snuggled into her hand like a cat.

“That's when I understood, why it can be a scary experience, when it's done with the wrong person. So I'm glad I did it with you then." She said softly, stroking his cheek unhurriedly. "You were very understanding. I felt safe. It felt right with you."

He stared at her, his eye wide open, his mouth slightly parted. His heart was beating faster for some reason. What she said, made his mouth dry. He tore his gaze from her face. His eye fell on her long, slender neck, soft, beautiful breasts.

Some unknown force drew him to her. He leaned over her chest and took one of her breasts into his mouth. She moaned softly, surprised by this sudden gesture, a wave of pleasure spilling over her belly.

He licked her nipple with the tip of his tongue, her hand tightened on his hair, pulling him closer. He smiled under his breath, repeating the same action with her other breast, and teasing the first one, moist with his saliva, with his thumb.

He felt her hips heave involuntarily, begging for attention. She moaned loudly as he slid his hand down her belly and began to gently and lazily massage her clit with his fingers.

“Shhh…” He whispered, her hips responding to his every move. “… it's okay. I got you." He said, gently slipping his finger inside her and she arched her body back, taking a deep breath.

"Aemond..." She pleaded, but he closed her mouth with his, forcing his tongue between her lips.

His finger sped up, massaging her pleasure point intensely, and she moaned loudly against his throat, her tongue colliding with his in wet kisses. She felt him hard again against her thigh, his hips gently rubbing against hers, searching for any pressure point.

He pulled away suddenly and gently removed his finger from her. There was lust in his eye, but also something else. She knew, she wanted something, but she didn't know what. She couldn't concentrate, the pressure inside her was unbearable. She looked at him imploringly.

"Turn to the other side." He said calmly. She swallowed silently and did as he asked.

She saw in the mirror, that he had settled down behind her, their bodies touching. He stared lustfully at their reflection, and she already knew, what he wanted. She felt herself getting even wetter at the thought. His hard cock pressed against her impatiently.

"Lift your leg." He said softly, grabbing her thigh from above, his other hand slipping under her waist and grabbing her breast.

She moaned softly, obediently doing as he asked. He placed gentle, tender kisses on her neck, his fingers sliding over her entrance.

"Just look at yourself. So fucking wet for me." He said low, their breaths quickened and excited.

Y/N moaned in pleasure and shame, as she saw his finger slid in and out of her, all in her fluids. Her chest heaved unevenly, her mouth slightly parted. "Look how fucking tight you are. How you clench on my finger."

She sobbed at his words, she couldn’t stand the excitement. He moaned low, feeling her insides throbbing feral on his finger, seeing,that the sight turned her on as much as him. He licked his lips, rubbing against her buttocks.

"How am I supposed to get inside you, if you're clenching so tight?" He asked, his voice quivering, he felt it literally leaking from her.

"Aemond, please, I can't take it anymore, I need you inside me." She mumbled, panting heavily, her hand clenching the sheets, his finger was not enough.

Those words broke him. With a light motion, he removed his finger from her and pulled her hips to a better angle. She sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden change of position, her breasts heaving in excitement.

She felt tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. He slid him inside her easily, through how wet she was. She sobbed in pleasure, throwing her head back, as his tongue ran over her neck. Still holding her one leg up, he began to fuck her with loudly, the sound of two wet bodies slapping each other in the room.

With his free hand, Aemond grabbed her jaw, steering her face back to their reflection. She opened her eyes with difficulty, his every thrust hitting a point, that was so pleasant.

"Look at you. Look how well you take me." He panted, unable to take his eye off the sight of their intertwined, sweaty bodies, his cock sliding in and out of her.

"Watch me how I take what's mine." He spoke darkly and she groaned loudly at his words, her body spasming. The sight of them and his brutal movements made her know, she was about to come. Her lips parted more, her eyes clouded.

"Aemond, please, please" She moaned, begging him to comply. He pressed his nose against her cheek, desperate, he was on the edge.

"You like it, don't you? Let me see how much you like it, when I fuck you in my bed." He gasped and she arched with a loud moan, her orgasm so powerful,that her voice was stuck in her throat.

"Yes! Fuck! Fuck" He moaned loudly, feeling her walls mercilessly tighten on him, literally squeezing his seed out of him. He pressed his face into her neck, panting and moaning loudly with her, both writhing in ecstasy.

They were breathing heavily, as if they had run a marathon. Aemond didn't have the strength to move an inch. His hands lied around her freely, his cheek still pressed deep into her hair.

"God..." He whispered softly, barely speaking. "... what are you doing to me, little one."

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 4 months

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high infidelity | twelve

The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming colour *Noah’s POV* I woke up the next morning pretty early, I had a slight headache from all the beers I had last night but it was manageable. Ellie was still sleeping but I couldn’t help but admire her before I got up. Yesterday was the perfect day and I wondered how we’d ever top it, but I’m sure Ellie had some ideas up her sleeve. She gave me a sense of adventure and excitement I haven’t had for something outside of my music in so long. She was such a breath of fresh air. After I realized I had been staring at her for ten minutes zoning in and out I decided to get dressed and go find us some coffee. I walked outside and it was already so busy out, but I wasn’t that surprised considering I’m used to LA. I had my AirPods in listening to a podcast when my phone rang, it was Matt FaceTiming me.

“Hey lover boy.” Matt serenades me as I answer. I looked down at my phone and he was sitting on our tour bus, not even looking at his phone and I could hear Call of Duty being played in the background, quite loudly too. “Thanks for dropping a bomb on us and ghosting.” “What bomb?” I chuckled as I saw a Starbucks down the road. I could’ve easily googled what was around me but I wanted to explore this city. Vancouver was really growing on me… “That photo of you and El!” He yells at me before dying in his game. I never had the heart to tell him he was terrible at video games, but I feel like someone needs to tell him before he gives himself a stroke. “Sorry about that, we got…busy” I replied as I licked my lips, getting flashbacks of what happened last night and how I wanted her moans saved as a voice note. “You little slut.” “Shut up.” I felt myself blush. Ellie and I never slept together last night but after I had my fun with her, we took a small break and ended up falling asleep. Not to stroke my own ego, but I was pretty damn proud of myself. I’ve never had a girl react to my touch so authentically before, most of them would put on a show, but not her. “Dude, I think I’m falling in love with her.” “Wait are you serious?” Matts eyes darted to the screen, not caring that his game was still on. To be honest, I don’t think it would make a difference if he played or stood still. “Yeah” I replied softly. I pulled into an alleyway so I could finish talking to him before I went inside. “I don’t know man. This girl just sees right through my persona and sees me for who I really am. I’ve never experienced this much emotion over a girl before and it’s weird.” “Wow I didn’t know you were down that bad man.” Matt said as his eyes darted back and forth. He cursed under his breath as his controller vibrated even more and he threw it onto the couch, giving me his undivided attention. “I don’t blame you though, she’s so hot.” “Dude she’s so hot I would commit any crime she told me to do.” I laughed, there was no denying what a fucking babe she was. Every time I think about that classic red lip she wore the first night, I wanted her to leave it smeared on other parts of me besides my face. “She could run me over with her car and I’d say thanks.” “I’m starting to think you like her or something.” I joked as Matt’s face went bright red. “Nah man, she’s all yours.” He half laughed as he reached over to grab his controller. “Just remember she’s going through a lot so don’t scare her off, she’s gonna need your support. I’d hate to see you fuck this up again.” “I’ll try my best” I partially lied cause all I wanted to do was profess my love to her at our next show but that would make her run for sure. “It seems like we’re on the same page right now but I know she needs to do what’s best for her and her son.” “Wait…She’s a MILF?” “Goodbye Matthew.” I chuckled as I hung up the call. It amazes me how Matt can go from being serious to a high school kid in a flash. I found myself circling back to some of his comments about Ellie but I shrugged it off. I’m sure he was just joking.

#noah sebastian #fanfic

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dribs-and-drabbles · 9 months

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Get to know me ask game

Thanks for the tag @colourme-feral @telomeke @wen-kexing-apologist and @waitmyturtles (and sorry it took so long for me to get round to it!)

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (previously, yes, not right now) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile (my rbf is a worried scowl, so I have to remember not to frown and to smile instead) // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic (I dance) // I know more than one language (English & Swedish) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition (in gymnastics or dance when I was a kid) // I can cook or bake without a recipe (cook, not bake) // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks (not every break, but yes) // I can do a handstand (quite well actually)

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends (if they ask for it) // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell (probably at some point but a long time ago) // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days (normally, just not this summer since it's done nothing but rain) // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (not all the time but it helps if I can't get to sleep - the trick is to queue 4/5 songs and let your mind focus on them, then when they finish and it goes silent you fall asleep) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colours (moi?! 😂) // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend (without being a mum) // I live by a certain quote (focus on what you can control not on what you can't) // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities (this sounds very student-centric...which I am not...but does watching qls and writing about them on tumblr count?) // I enjoy Mexican food (but no guac for me - avocados make me sick) // I can drive a stick shift (we call it a 'manual' but yes I can, on both sides of the road) // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep (not all the time but I have done) // I sing in the shower (not loudly) // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

I presume most people have either done this or been tagged but I'll tag ten anyway just in case... @grapejuicegay @thegalwhorants @squeakygeeky @leconcombrerit @kattahj @benkaaoi @btwinlines @lurkingteapot @callipigio @vegasandhishedgehog

#get to know me ask game #that tag game

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bellaxgiornata · 9 months

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Caught in the Undertow [Chapter Six]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Original Female Character

[You can find the full summary and chapter list for this series here]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains fluff, angst, domestic violence, depression, PTSD, smut

Word Count: 6.9k

a/n: Another sort of fluffy chapter for this series! Though Matty, your Daredevil is showing a little too closely in this one... Feedback is always appreciated!

Chewing my lip absently, my eyes scanned over the email response I’d just typed up for a client. Soft ambient music was playing from my laptop as I sat with my legs crossed underneath me on my couch. Eventually satisfied with the email I'd written, I hit the send button before pulling up Lightroom and loading an engagement session that I needed to finish editing this week.

As the files began to upload, I slid my glasses from my face, rubbing the heel of my hand over my strained and tired eyes. I had awoken early this morning at just before six. Unable to fall back asleep as thoughts raced through my mind, I had decided to just jump straight to work. I’d been staring at my laptop for a few hours already and my eyes were killing me.

My phone began to vibrate loudly from beside my laptop as I slid my glasses back on. I leaned over towards my coffee table, grabbing my phone and expecting it to be a client calling. I grinned wide when I saw Matt’s name on the screen instead.

It had been a few days since Matt had stayed the night here after my housewarming party. We’d fallen asleep wrapped in each other's arms and woken up to briefly cuddle–the entire thing still seeming surreal–before I needed to get ready for a wedding later that morning. I’d finished the wedding close to midnight that night, getting done with the job and finding he’d sent me a few cute text messages throughout the day to let me know he’d been thinking about me. The following day on Sunday I’d had an engagement party I was photographing in the evening. That same night he called me when I got home and we talked for over an hour while I was downloading the photos from the event and making dinner. Unfortunately yesterday I hadn’t heard much from him; Matt had been busy in court most of the day before working late on another case with Foggy afterwards so we hadn't really spoken.

But seeing his name pop up on my phone so early this morning was a welcome sight.

“Good morning, Matty,” I greeted as I answered.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he responded, the hint of a smile in his tone.

I bit my lip at the unexpected term of endearment, warmth blooming in my chest. “To–to what do I owe the pleasure of this early morning call?” I stuttered out.

“It’s been too long since I last heard your voice,” he answered me, all charm. “I missed it. And ,” he added, my stomach twisting pleasantly at his words, “I was wondering if you’d care to join me at Mad Goat for a few hours this morning? If you don’t have a shoot?” he asked hopefully. “I don’t really need to go into the office to work on things today and I…I’ve missed working with you beside me over coffee,” he admitted.

I smiled as my eyes slid over to my laptop. The program was just finishing uploading the images I needed to work on as we spoke. There really was no reason why I couldn’t work on them while sipping coffee and chatting with Matt like we used to do.

“I have another engagement shoot at three-thirty this afternoon I need to get a few things together for,” I told him, my eyes darting to the time in the corner of my screen. It was just after nine. “But I’d love to spend a few hours working next to you,” I told him. “Just like old times.”

“I know we haven’t really defined whatever this is, or mentioned anything to our friends, but do I get to hold your hand if I want? Kiss you?” he asked curiously, uncertainty in his tone. “Is that…is that alright?”

I grinned, a sudden giddiness flooding me. “If you want to,” I answered him, chewing my thumbnail nervously.

“Then it’s better than old times,” he corrected me. “Because back then all I could do was imagine it, but now I actually have permission to act on it.”

“You’re a sweet talker, Murdock,” I teased him. “You know that?”

“Only for you, sweetheart,” he murmured back.

My heart swelled in my chest as my eyes glanced back at the program on my laptop. It had finished uploading the photos.

“Meet you at the coffee shop in twenty minutes?” I asked him.

“I’ll be there waiting for you,” he promised me. “Honey lavender oat milk latte with light ice?”

The fact that he remembered my coffee order despite the fact that it had been close to a year since the last time we’d gone knocked the air from my lungs. How much had he noticed about me through the years? How blind to everything had I really been? How had I not seen what was right in front of me after all of this time?

“Em?” Matt asked when I didn’t answer.

“Yeah, sorry,” I breathed out. “I just…can’t believe you remember my coffee order.”

“Of course I do,” he told me. “It was your go-to coffee whenever it was warm out. You always ordered it in the summer.”

“And you still ordered hot coffee even on a hot day," I recounted with a smile. "Because you never ordered anything iced; you always said it waters your coffee down and makes it taste weird."

“See, you–you remember,” he said, sounding a little breathless himself. “I’ll uh, see you in twenty?”

“Looking forward to it,” I told him.

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The moment I pulled open the door to Mad Goat I was hit with the fresh smell of coffee and a rush of nostalgia. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning to our usual booth in the far back corner. Matt was sitting right there in the same booth we’d spent so many days together in. I stood there a moment, slowly smiling as I took in the sight of him with his dark glasses on, his attention focused on sliding his fingers along a paper as he read. There was a laptop closed on the table next to a stack of papers beside him along with two coffees. I adjusted the strap of my brown leather backpack, my heart fluttering in my chest with a lightness that almost made me dizzy. His hand stopped abruptly on the paper, his head rising from the table and turning in my direction. I bit my lip and made my way towards him wondering how it seemed as if he always knew when I showed up.

“Hey, Matty,” I greeted softly as I approached the little corner booth. “Did you miss me?”

A wide smile broke across his face, his white teeth flashing at me. He raised a hand up and removed his glasses, his sightless gaze falling near my shoulder.

“I did, actually,” he admitted.

He slid further into the booth to make room for me. One of his hands searched along the table until it came in contact with the iced coffee before he gently slid it towards me.

“Thank you,” I said, slipping the bag from my back before sitting down beside him. “Next round is on me, though.”

“Maybe I want to buy you a second cup,” Matt pointed out. “I do get paid in actual money now, Ms. Diehl.”

I chuckled as I set my backpack into my lap, unzipping it and sliding my laptop out. “I happen to recall Foggy mentioning the other night that someone paid you guys in rhubarb pie recently,” I said.

Matt grinned, ducking his head as he nodded. “Okay, so I do get paid in actual money and the occasional rhubarb pie.”

Placing the laptop onto the table, I got comfortable in the booth beside him. “I get the next round of coffee, Murdock. Only fair. Pretty sure I owe you more than the forty-seven dollars and thirty-two cents I gave you years ago.”

“The time spent with you all these years more than made up for that,” he whispered.

My hands hesitated on my laptop, my head turning over my shoulder towards him; the sight of him had me momentarily stop breathing. He was looking at me with an earnest expression on his face that had my palms beginning to moisten.

“You don’t need to sweet talk me, Matty,” I murmured. “You already have my interest.”

The corner of his mouth curved into a smirk as he gazed back at me. “It’s not sweet talking if it’s the truth,” he countered gently.

I felt a flush creep up my cheeks as I finished opening my laptop, trying to quietly exhale a shaky breath so he wouldn’t hear it. I swallowed hard as I waited for my laptop to turn on, beginning to dig through my bag for my glasses case and cordless mouse.

“So what’re you working on this morning?” he asked curiously, his tone shifting back to casual.

I slid my glasses onto my face, clearing my throat and trying to recover from the effect he’d just had on me. “Engagement session,” I answered, turning on the mouse. “I need it done by the end of the week but I’m hoping to knock it out this morning. You?”

“Prepping for a deposition tomorrow,” he told me, his attention returning to the papers before him.

“Mmm, lawyer stuff,” I mused, loading Lightroom up on my laptop. “Does not sound fun at all. I much prefer what I’m doing.”

He chuckled beside me as I reached for my coffee; and then his warm hand landed on my right thigh, just above my knee. The coffee cup paused just before my lips, my body freezing at the contact. My stomach lightly flipped in a strange excitement–definitely not something another guy had made me feel before from a single touch.

“This is alright with you, right?” he asked, leaning towards me as he lightly squeezed my leg.

“Yeah,” I breathed out.

I took a drink of my coffee, ignoring the slight tremor in my hand as I set it back down on the table. I pulled open the folder in Lightroom that I had been about to work on this morning before he called me, but admittedly my attention was very much still focused on his hand on my leg. A small, depraved part of me suddenly wondered what it would feel like if he slid it further up despite how much of a very public setting we were in. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him reading again, his right hand running along the pages before him. I’d have thought he was oblivious to the effect he was having on me right now if I couldn’t see the permanent grin on his face.

My attention returned to my laptop, setting up a batch process for the images in the folder as I wondered how in the hell Matt Murdock had suddenly kickstarted my sex drive–the one that had been stalled for months because of my grief and depression.

Pushing those thoughts away, I minimized the tab for Lightroom while it worked before I pulled my email back up, groaning when I saw another email from a wedding planner I didn’t particularly enjoy working with.

“Hmm?” Matt hummed beside me.

“Nothing,” I grumbled. “Just an email from someone who I swear plots my demise at every wedding we work together.”

Matt snickered beside me, his hand falling away from his papers as he turned a bit towards me in the booth. “Okay, now I need to hear more.”

I huffed loudly as my eyes scanned the email. “It’s this wedding planner–Angelica Van Buren.” I rolled my eyes at how even her name was as haughty as she was. “I try to be friendly and professional with her, I swear. But she’s so infuriating. Treats every other vendor like the hired help–which like, okay, I am hired to help–but she insists I lug my shit through the servant’s entrances for every wedding we work together instead of using the front door like a normal person.” I held up a hand roughly. “And don’t even get me started on how I feel about it being called a servant’s entrance, by the way. Which she loves to call it any chance she gets.” I sighed, shaking my head as I skimmed her email. “Anyway. She basically butchered my timeline for this weekend. Which wasn’t unexpected. Now I’ll have like five minutes to scarf down the sad little paper bag meal I’ll be fed for the fourteen hours I’ll be working Saturday.” I picked up my coffee, taking another sip. “I miss courthouse elopement’s in Hell’s Kitchen sometimes,” I mumbled.

Matt laughed immediately. “Frank and Jodi?” he recalled.

My eyes went wide as I remembered the pair of bikers. “Oh my God, they were a riot !” I gushed. “Who knew sixty-something year old bikers could be hilarious and romantic?”

“Didn’t they gift each other handguns?” he asked curiously. “And they wanted you to photograph it?”

I sighed gently, smiling at the memory. “Yeah,” I answered him. “Yeah, they did. It was weird and wonderful. That’s the shit I love about this job. Not–” my hand waved at the irritating email from Angelica, “–this stuff.” I paused, glaring at the email for a moment as Matt’s hand squeezed my thigh again. “You know, shortly after I moved out of Hell’s Kitchen I photographed a wedding where the bride’s father told me he spent a quarter of a million on the whole day.” I caught the slight jaw drop on Matt’s face as his eyebrows shot up. “Yeah, gross right? Way too much for a wedding. Anyway, this bride had a list of pictures she wanted– none of them of her with her new husband. She wanted me to photograph her engagement ring and her three wedding bands–and I still to this day wonder why you need so many rings on one finger?” I shook my head before continuing, “Even her little dog that was there she cared more about. Hell, when I went back to edit everything later, I had more photos of the seven foot tiered cake she wouldn’t stop gushing about the baker it came from than photos of her and her husband.”

“Was it any good at least?” he asked. "The cake?"

“You know, that happened to be one of the few weddings I actually got to try the cake at since taking on more…uh, high end clients,” I told him. “Probably because there was a seven foot cake to feed fifty people. But no–the actual cake was dry as a bone. I cringe at what her father must’ve spent on it.”

“I don’t want to know,” he said, pulling a face.

“Anyway, my point being–I miss the weddings like Frank and Jodi,” I admitted. “It was an unexpected, weirdly sweet rollercoaster of an afternoon with them. Whereas the people I sometimes photograph now?” I sighed, shaking my head. “By the time I finished editing the bride with the seven foot cake's photos and reached out to her to deliver them, she told me they were already divorcing each other. Together for ten years and then divorced after six weeks of marriage.”

“He probably got tired of her talking about the damn cake,” Matt joked.

I grinned, bumping his shoulder with mine. “Or asking for another ring,” I joked back, earning a chuckle from Matt.

I focused back on my photos, deciding to respond to the email later today. I pulled the editing program back up and began marking the images I’d keep for the couple, beginning the culling process of the photos in the folder.

“That’s one thing I can’t stand about the weddings for these ‘high class people’,” I continued with a roll of my eyes, my attention fixed on my laptop. “Not all of them are like that, but a disturbing majority of them are getting married like it’s a social event and they’re going to plan another in a few years’ time. The ones where it’s just a show of wealth make me sick all day to work. Or, ugh, I get the few where the groom is literally trashing his soon-to-be-wife to his groomsmen while I’m photographing them getting ready–even worse if they’re discussing the details of what they really shouldn’t have been doing at the bachelor parties.” I cringed at a particular memory. “I love me a wedding where the vows make me teary eyed when they read them to each other,” I rambled on. “Or when the groom first sees his bride at the end of the aisle and he literally weeps like a baby in front of all of their friends and family–which is my favorite shot at any wedding.” My fingers worked almost mechanically as I continued through the cute engagement session on my laptop, my eyes focused on the screen. “And when they can’t keep their hands off of each other all day,” I continued. “The sweet forehead kisses during the first dance. Or when–”

Matt’s hand darted out, startling me when he captured my chin in his fingers in a firm grip. He carefully pulled my face away from my laptop and towards him. My breath caught in my throat. He was smiling wide as he leaned in towards me, his eyes dropping down to my lips right before he abruptly connected his mouth to mine. I was caught off guard, too shocked to respond right away, but then his fingers let go of my chin as his hand slid up, his warm palm cupping my cheek. I melted into him in the booth, my chest brushing against his. My mouth responded to his the moment my brain restarted. I kissed him back eagerly, my hand flying down under the table to the one he had squeezing my thigh and I gripped it tight, holding onto it like a lifeline.

He tasted like the drip coffee he was drinking and I was once again dumbfounded that I was sitting in our coffeeshop with his mouth on mine. After a moment his lips pulled back, but I leaned back into him, connecting our lips once, twice more. It was almost impossible to stop kissing him. Matt’s hand on my cheek had to pull me back as he lightly chuckled, his lips planting a gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“What–what was that about?” I asked him in shock, trying to recover.

He grinned wide back at me, my eyes lowering to focus on his soft lips again. I really wanted to keep kissing them.

“We’ve come here a lot over the two years we’ve been friends,” he told me, “and I’ve listened many times as you rambled on about the bits of wedding photography you were passionate about–a sweet couple you worked with, some funny story from a wedding you just photographed, an emotional toast a sibling gave, or you describing the emotion in some image you were editing and were yourself getting emotional over.” His grin grew into a smile, his eyes creasing as he looked back at me. “And every time I ever heard you gush about any of those, all I have ever wanted to do was just grab you and kiss you. Because it’s cute as hell and your love of other people’s love is sweet to hear. And I just…couldn’t help myself,” he admitted. “You’re adorable.”

Something warm rushed through my veins and I grabbed his face in both of my hands, drawing his mouth back towards mine. I could feel him smiling against my mouth as he kissed me back, the stubble of his face pleasantly scratching my skin.

“What?” I asked, lips moving against his mouth.

“We’re in a busy coffee shop,” he pointed out, grinning as he pulled back, brushing his forehead against mine. “And even though I’m blind I can tell we’re being stared at.”

“Am I embarrassing you, Matthew Murdock?” I questioned him coyly.

“No,” he whispered back, his mouth briefly connecting with mine again to prove his point. “But we should probably refrain from a public make out session.”

I pouted, leaning back in the booth. We were, in fact, being stared at. I blushed faintly even as I whispered back, “But I enjoy kissing you.”

The hand he had on my thigh slid an inch up my leg and I straightened. “And I enjoy kissing you, Em,” he murmured, his thumb sweeping over the fabric of my jeans. “But we won’t get any work done if we keep doing… that .”

I sighed, my eyes shifting from Matt’s handsome face to my laptop screen. “You have a point,” I grumbled out. “I do need to get this done.”

I picked up my iced coffee, drinking down a good amount of it as I focused back on my work. We fell into a comfortable silence for the next thirty some minutes; Matt reading his papers beside me with a look of intense focus on his face as I continued to work through the engagement session. His hand remained on my thigh, occasionally his thumb would begin to absently rub soothing circles along my leg or his hand would gently massage the muscle underneath it. Each time his hand moved my heart gave a little jolt, a small smile spreading over my lips.

As I was finishing culling the photos, Matt leaned over towards me. My eyes were still focused on the laptop screen but I felt his lips press a kiss to my shoulder, just over the top of my tee-shirt. I bit my lip, my attention turning towards him with a faint questioning hum.

“I missed this,” he confessed. “Sitting here working alongside you, drinking coffee.”

“I did too, Matty,” I admitted. “It feels like the world is right again.”

“It does,” he agreed softly.

My eyes darted to our empty coffee cups before I turned back towards him. “You still have more work to do?” I asked him.

“Yeah, a few emails to work up and notes to check,” he answered. I began sliding out of the booth but Matt’s hand quickly held on tight to my leg. “Where are you going?”

“I told you, Murdock,” I said, gingerly removing his hand from my thigh. “Second round of coffee is on me.”

“You’re not going to give up on this, are you?” he asked.

“Mmm, no,” I told him, rising to my feet. “Same drink?”

The corner of his lip turned up as he nodded. “Yeah, thanks, Em.”

“No problem, Matty. I’ll be right back.”

I made my way over to the register, ordering both of us another drink and paying. As I slid over to the counter, waiting for the barista to make our drinks, my eyes returned back to Matt in the back of the shop. He was huddled over his laptop again, one hand dragging through his hair with his elbow on the table in deep concentration. The fingers on his other hand traced over the braille reader hooked up to his laptop. I watched him for a few minutes wondering how in the hell someone so sweet and caring had walked into my life and also managed to want me back. It still didn't feel real.

The barista broke me out of my trance a few minutes later and I accepted the cups from him with a smile. I made my way back towards Matt, my heart skittering in my chest when he recognized my footsteps and glanced up towards me.

"Need to recaffeinate?" I asked, holding his cup out towards him.

His hand reached out and I slipped the drink into it before plopping back into the booth beside him. I took a sip of coffee before setting it onto the table, my attention returning to the almost two hundred final edits I was making slight tweaks on. Matt's hand returned to my leg and I couldn't keep the smile from my mouth as I continued working.

"What time is it?" he asked after a little bit.

My eyes darted to the corner of my screen, reading the time. "It's about a quarter to eleven," I told him.

"And what time do you need to get back for your shoot?"

I chewed my lip in thought. The shoot was at three-thirty and it would take me probably a half an hour to get home from here with traffic and then I needed to gather my camera equipment and meet the couple at a park a couple blocks from my place. I'd probably need at least an hour to make sure I wasn't late.

"Probably by two-thirty at the latest?" I answered him, turning my attention to him beside me. "Why, what's up?"

He leaned his right arm onto the table, turning a bit more towards me. He looked nervous as he looked back at me and my eyes scanned him curiously.

"Can I…take you to lunch?" he asked, his eyebrows rising onto his forehead.

"Not tired of me yet?" I shot back.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, definitely not. But would that be…okay? Something you'd like to do?"

"Yeah, Matt, of course," I assured him.

A smile broke across his face and he reached across the booth towards me, encircling his arms around my shoulders and pulling me into his muscular chest. A small squeal of surprise left me at the sudden gesture. He wrapped me in a warm embrace, placing a barrage of kisses to my temple as I giggled.

"What's that all about?" I asked him between laughter.

"Just happy," he told me, holding me in a hug with his arms still wrapped around my shoulders. "How does brunch sound?"

"Matt," I said, abruptly serious as I turned the best I could to look up at him, "you know damn well I love me a good eggs benedict."

He placed a kiss on my cheek before releasing me and I straightened up in the booth, adjusting my blouse.

"There's supposed to be a good place just across the street," he told me. "You want to finish up here and head over in a half hour?"

"Sounds like a plan," I told him. "I'm almost done here. You?"

His attention shifted back to his laptop and his braille reader. "Just an email I'm finishing responding to, but I can keep you company while you finish. I know you wanted to get that done this morning and I don't want to be the reason you don't."

"Ever so considerate," I mused, my attention returning to my work. "I'm mostly just doing small edits now. Then I just need to export the final images."

We fell into another comfortable silence for a little while, Matt typing away on his keyboard and finishing his email while I continued downing my coffee and editing images. After a bit I heard Matt packing his things up beside me.

"Just finishing up," I told him. "About to export the images now."

"We should do this more often," Matt suggested, slinging the strap of his bag over his shoulder.

"It's definitely more enjoyable editing with company than sitting alone in my apartment," I agreed.

I bit my lip, contemplating saying something more as I glanced over at Matt while the program on my laptop finished up. It wasn't a surprise when he somehow picked up on my hesitation–he always knew.

"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" he asked, resting his chin in his hand as he leant on the table, his sightless gaze fixed on me.

His eyes had focused on my chest as he spoke, a smirk spreading on his lips a moment later as if he could sense the way my body reacted to the way he called me ‘sweetheart’.

"I was just thinking that maybe we should do this…at one of our places next time," I answered slowly, my eyes sliding back to the laptop as a sudden shyness overtook me again at how blunt I was about to be. "So we can make out without an audience," I finished, voice lowering as I spoke.

He shifted beside me, his thigh suddenly bumping up beside mine. A flash of it bare in the dark before he slipped into my bed the other night ran through my mind and I felt my body warm. He threw an arm over my shoulder, leaning in to kiss my cheek. And then his mouth lingered beside my ear.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath fanning along my neck.

I swallowed hard, definitely feeling an increase in body temperature now. My eyes were still on my screen, taking a moment to realize the program had finished.

"My uh–my engagement session is finished," I breathed out, my heart pounding loudly in my chest.

I didn't want to rush things with Matt, and I was still trying to figure my own shit out, but when he did things like this I was quickly finding that I was having a hard time not turning around and straddling him in the middle of the coffee shop and shoving his hands up my shirt and mine down his pants. The mental image of doing just that briefly flashed through my mind and my thighs involuntarily tightened against each other.

Matt cleared his throat, removing his arm from around me. When I turned to look at him he appeared to be struggling a little himself. His cheeks were flushed and the muscles in his jaw were working. My brows furrowed, unsure of how he'd switched so abruptly from cocky to flustered. I opened my mouth to speak but he managed to cut me off before I could.

"Why don't we go grab lunch then?" he suggested quickly, voice sounding strained.

"Sure, just need to pack up my things," I told him.

I turned off my laptop and removed my glasses, returning both items to my bag before zipping it up. Matt remained silent the entire time; my mind still closely focused on how his thigh was still pressed to mine.

"All good, you ready to go?" I asked, confused by his strange silence.

Matt nodded, a tight smile forming on his face. I slid out of the booth and he followed after me. As I swung my backpack onto my back, he slid his dark glasses back on and unfolded his cane. I reached out and gently grabbed his wrist, guiding it to the crook of my elbow as usual before leading us out of the coffee shop.

The heat of the midday sun was sweltering as we stepped outside. Matt thankfully seemed to have recovered from whatever had just happened inside, now appearing significantly more relaxed as he held on to me.

"So where is this place?" I asked him, my eyes scanning across the street.

"It's just around the corner on the block across from here," he told me.

"West fifty-first?" I clarified, my eyes darting towards the street.

"Yeah," he answered. "It's where Nat's used to be?"

"Oh!" I said, recognition dawning on me. I immediately started leading us both towards the crosswalk at the end of the block. "Nat's closed? They had good pizza."

"I don't think Nat could afford to keep the doors open anymore," Matt told me.

"That's a shame," I mumbled.

I brought us to a stop at the corner for a moment, scanning the street before stepping out. Matt’s grip tightened against my arm, roughly pulling me back just as a car whipped around the corner. My heart lurched into my throat as I stared wide eyed after the car that had blatantly just run a red light.

"Fucking hell, what a dick!" I called out. I sighed, my attention shifting to Matt beside me who looked startled as well. "Thanks, I don't know how I didn't see that." And then I frowned, my eyes narrowing at him curiously. "Wait, how did you know there was a car coming around the corner?"

"I uh, could hear it," he said quickly, shooting me a tight smile.

I stared at him for a long moment before shaking my head. "Sorry, didn't mean to walk us in front of a car," I apologized, double checking before crossing again.

"Wasn't your fault," he said off-handedly. "So I've never been to this place before but Foggy and Marci apparently love it."

"Well if Marci recommends it then it's good," I assured him.

As we turned the corner, the brunch place came into view immediately. I led us over, helping guide Matt inside as a hostess pleasantly greeted us. She grabbed two menus and led us further inside, seating us in a booth. Matt released his grip on me, sliding into the booth across from me. I frowned looking down at the menu.

“You want me to see if they have one in braille? Or would you like me to read the items off to you?” I asked Matt, my eyes scouring the paper in front of me.

Matt removed his dark glasses from his face, setting them onto the table beside himself. “I’m pretty sure Foggy told me they had a good vegetarian skillet.”

My eyes skimmed the menu, eventually landing on what I assumed he meant. I read it off for him, looking up towards him afterwards.

“Yeah, I’ll probably stick with that,” he answered. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem,” I told him, my eyes scanning the section of eggs benedict options. “Restaurants really need to be less ableist with their menus,” I muttered.

It was just a minute before a movement beside our table caught my attention. I straightenedup, my attention turning to the waitress who’d arrived–and then frowned immediately. She had pen to paper in her hand, her eyes focused solely on Matt as if I wasn’t even present. She was clearly biting her lip and blushing.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked, clearly trying to pitch her voice to sound alluring and sultry.

I rolled my eyes and focused on the menu on the table. Matt ordered a water before the young waitress grudgingly turned towards me, a scowl on her face as she very obviously eyed me up and down.

I smiled politely, even if it was a tense smile. “Water’s fine,” I told her.

Her attention shifted back to Matt, the warm smile returning to her face. “I’ll be right back,” she told him before walking off, intentionally adding a sway to her hips.

I huffed in annoyance as I placed an elbow on the table, anxiously raking a hand through my hair.

“What?” Matt asked.

My eyes darted up from the menu towards his quizzical expression. I frowned–there was no way he was that oblivious was there?

“Nothing,” I mumbled back.

His eyes slightly narrowed back at me, quietly scrutinizing me. After a moment he opened his mouth to say something, but the pretty blonde waitress returned, making a show of bringing Matt his water.

“Are you ready to order?” she asked him sweetly, leaning a bit towards him, one hand on the back of his side of the booth.

My hand under the table clenched. How could one person be so rude?

“Why don’t you start with the lady?” Matt suggested, his hand gesturing to me across the table.

The waitress grit her teeth, forcing a smile on her face as she turned towards me. I gave her my order before she quickly focused back on Matt, all flirtatious smiles and hair twirling. I was grateful when she finally disappeared a minute later after taking our orders and menus.

“I may be blind but I’m not stupid,” Matt pointed out. “Somethings bothering you.”

“It’s nothing,” I assured him.

“The waitress?” he asked.

I sighed, running a hand across my forehead. “Just the blatant flirting is rude when she could easily surmise you’re here with someone already,” I mumbled, grabbing my water and taking a drink. “Not like I don’t get it, I mean, you walk into a room and a lot of women are staring at you. But just… that is irritating.”

“If it makes you feel better, I could care less about her rude flirting. Though I am bothered by how she’s treating you,” he said. “Not exactly how I wanted a first date to go.”

One of my brows quirked up as I eyed him across the table. “First date?” I asked him curiously.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I mean, unless you’d rather it not be that?”

“I–” My voice caught in my throat; what were we doing kissing in coffee shops and grabbing brunch together if it wasn’t a date? “What are we doing?” I asked abruptly.

His brows creased together, his lips turning down at the corners. “I was hoping you’d enlighten me on that when you were ready.”

“So…this is a date?” I clarified, feeling nervous suddenly.

“I’d like it to be if you would,” he answered. “What do you want it to be, Em?”

I sat in the booth feeling my mind begin to race. The jealousy I felt over the waitress flirting with Matt had me certain I wanted things to be exclusive between us–I didn’t want him seeing anyone else as much as I didn’t want to see anyone else. But I also wasn’t ready for an actual, committed relationship just yet, especially since I didn’t know how that would even look for us. And certainly not while I was trying to recover from whatever I was struggling through.

“Exclusively…casually dating?” I asked him cautiously.

A small grin spread on his mouth. “Please define that for me,” he requested.

“Not seeing other people but…not exactly in a relationship?” I explained timidly. “Just…feeling things out? Seeing where things go?”

“I don’t want to see anyone else anyway, Emily,” he assured me.

“Neither do I,” I answered him quickly, my hands resting along the table.

He gazed back at me for a moment, a soft smile on his face as he did. His eyes were scanning along my face. “So what does that entail? This…exclusive casual dating between us? Going on dates? Kissing?”

“Yes, definitely the kissing,” I answered with a grin. His eyebrows rose on his forehead as his grin spread wider. “And the dates. The dates are a good idea,” I agreed.

“Cuddling?” he asked curiously, both elbows resting on the table as he leaned forward towards me with a look of extreme interest on his face.

I mimicked his body language, leaning towards him as well with a smile. “Yes, definitely cuddling. And hand holding, that’s allowed.”

One of his hands slid across the wooden table, searching for mine. I laughed lightly, placing my hand into his. His hand squeezed mine back.

“Maybe I should ask what’s not included instead?” he asked.

I bit my lip, thinking for a moment. The only thing that truly came to mind besides the actual commitment aspect of a relationship was also one thing I found myself desperately wanting with him. But I was also afraid it might completely complicate whatever was going on between us and push me into an actual relationship too soon. I still had things I needed to finish internally working through.

“Besides the pressure of an actual relationship," I began nervously, "we should…probably refrain from…sex,” I said, my cheeks flushing as I grudgingly admitted that thought aloud. “For now. Until we sort of figure this out. I just don’t want to complicate things. And I–I just want to…get my head on straight,” I mumbled the last bit.

His hand squeezed mine again. “I’m okay with that,” he whispered back. “I can wait for you, Em. However long you want, however long it takes.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words and the way he was staring at me from across the booth–once again like I was the only one in the room despite the busy restaurant we were sitting in. Slowly he raised my hand towards his mouth, his plump lips placing a lingering, soft kiss to my knuckles that had my heart thundering in my chest and a warmth flooding low inside of me. I was almost immediately regretting taking sex off of the table.

The waitress abruptly appeared beside the table, a loud huff of annoyance coming from her as she saw Matt kissing my hand. I watched a slow smirk carefully spread across Matt’s lips behind my knuckles, his gaze still focused on me. My eyes widened–had he somehow done that on purpose ? He couldn't have though, because I hadn't even noticed she was on her way over with our food.

He brushed my knuckles against the smirk on his lips before releasing my hand and sitting back, making space for the waitress to set our plates down. Which she did with a little unnecessary extra force for the both of us before telling us to enjoy our meal in a clipped tone and abruptly leaving.

My eyes remained on Matt as he felt around the table for his silverware, a smirk still on his mouth.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" I asked him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he answered airily. "You mind passing the hot sauce?"

I stared back at him for a moment, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Not buying it, Murdock," I told him, sliding the hot sauce across the table and into his waiting hand.

He grinned, not saying anything more as his attention currently turned to his food. I speared a piece of strawberry off my plate, bringing it to my mouth and chewing thoughtfully as I watched him.

#matt murdock x ofc #daredevil x oc #matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock series #matt murdock fanfic

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Memories; Park Seonghwa

⚠️TW: mentions of death, and a lot of crying⚠️

Memories, they always stay. Some fade away, leaving no traces of the present we’d once lived. Yet, some stay. Some haunt us.

Some, help us be us.

We hold onto these memories, no matter how big or small, forgetting that the world moves forward. Devastation consumes our brain, driving us towards the brink of insanity.

We desperately hold onto those memories for a faint feeling of euphoria, the same we’d felt when we were in that moment.

You realise the world moves forward, yet you are left behind. Hanging onto those memories as your sanity slowly strips away from you, leaving nothing but darkness.

Stumbling up the stairs, You reached your front door with the help of your brother, Mingi. After consuming too much alcohol, You were certainly not sober enough to reach home alone.

“Y/n? Y/n? You can’t black out on me, I don’t know where your key is”

Pushing yourself from his chest, you shoved your bag at him. “It’s in the bag,” You mumbled.

He sighed, searching the bag. “Y/n, you have to change. Move on, it’s been six months, you can’t keep doing this.”

The gentle jingle of the keys had you looking up groggily. You watched as he clicked the door open. He shoved the key in your bag and opened the door, gently dragging you along.

You immediately flopped on the couch, fatigue overtaking your body.

“Oh god, y/n it smells disgusting here, when did you last clean the place?”

You mumbled incoherently, and he took it as a sign to leave. “God I really hope she gets better.”

While he took his leave, You snuggled into the dusty blanket, the same blanket you’d cuddle in with your fiancé.

You began to fall asleep, balancing on the brink of dreams and reality.

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“Seonghwa!” You cheered loudly, jumping on your boyfriend.

The camera went toppling down, leaving a gentle view of grass and houses while laughter resonated in the living room.

Watching videos was one of the ways you could let the good memories triumph over the bad ones. Yet, no matter how hard you tried; one bad memory always overshadowed the good ones.

“God, I love you so much y/n, I’d do anything for you.” Seonghwa’s muffled voice reached your ears, you abruptly got up, shutting off the tv.

A pained sigh left you as you wiped a stray tear on your cheek. Tossing the remote on the couch, you trudged upstairs, dragging the soft blanket with you.

You were alone in the room, yet the atmosphere was tense and sombre. As you glanced at the charred furniture, memories began playing in your head.

The room that once held the love of your life, the same room where you cuddled in his arms after a long day, was scorched.

A fire. A silly little bush fire, which ruined your life.

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It was the day before your 6 year dating anniversary. Seonghwa had planned a ring for you, since he knew you were the one.

He looked at the glimmering diamond shyly, never in his life had he imagined that he would propose to someone. But after spending so much time with you, he realised that you helped him become better, you helped him become him.

While he sat in his room practicing his speech, you were downstairs, making cupcakes for him. Placing a small candle on the cake, you light up a match carefully, lighting up the candle.

Carelessly, you tossed the burnt match behind you not knowing it hit a nearby bush.

Seonghwa began to feel hot, not from the excitement but from the weather. He looked around before spotting a flickering light.

His eyes widened and he ran towards the kitchen, his first concern being your safety and well-being. You were clueless to the smell, assuming it was the smell coming from the oven since you left it open to cool off.

You picked up the frosting bag, decorating the cupcakes while moving your hips to the soft beat of music which played in your ears.

“Y/n! Look out!” He moved you just in time as the window panel collapsed on top of the sink. Tiny flickers of fire began to consume the wooden counter. The fire began to grow and both of you clutched each other, in a trance of shock.

He moved first, frantically looking for a hose. “Get out of the house y/n, I’m coming!”

He had only one thought in mind. Get the ring and run out.

He ran out your arms, into the smoke. The fire began to reach up to the stairs and walls. Dainty wallpapers and curtains began to catch on fire, peeling off the walls. As the heat consumed the house, black smoke emitted from the wrath, leaving you gasping for air.

You clutched the countertop, calling for help. You coughed, feeling suffocated. Ashy smoke floated around the house, preventing you from seeing clearly.

“Seonghwa! Forget it!” You coughed out. “Please just come out!”

Upstairs, Seonghwa searched the room for the familiar navy blue velvet box. He looked around frantically, sweat coating his forehead. The crackling of the fire seemed to taunt him to give up, not helping his already anxious state.

He hastily threw the sheets behind him, tossing pillows and blankets in search for the box. A gentle thud alarmed him and he ran to the other side of the bed, the tiny box hiding near the corner.

He grabbed the box, sighing happily. “Oh thank god.”

He turned around and his face paled. The pillows and blankets that he threw blocked the door, what’s worse was that it was on fire. His breath hitched as a rush of panic took over his body. Stuffing the box in his pocket, he ran towards the window, desperately trying to get it open.

“Ah, fuck!” He yelled, realising the window was jammed. Should’ve listened to y/n when she said to change windows.

“I only have to make it downstairs. Make it downstairs Hwa, and then you’ll be with y/n. You can do this.”

And he ran in, head first.

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As you waited for him, your eyes watered in fear and frustration. Tiny particles made their way into your eyes, fueling the desire to weep as you waited for your boyfriend.

The flame around you grew, reaching ceilings as they slowly collapsed around you. You shifted around, moving to safer places until you reached the bottom of the stairs. The entire area was trashed with fallen wood and burnt furniture.

“Oh please, please. Seonghwa, please just come down.”

A loud crash was heard and a bellowing yell followed. You immediately imagined the worse, turning towards the sound.

“Seonghwa?!”

“Y/n?”

Seonghwa clutched his leg in pain, coughing. “Y/n! I told you to get out! What are you doing here?!”

“I was waiting for you!” You sniffled.

Seonghwa sighed loudly, anger clouding his mind. He wobbled down the stairs, grabbing you by the shoulders, a vexed glint in his eyes.

“I told you to get out of the house! It’s dangerous in here,”

“I know but I-”

You weren’t able to complete the sentence as you were pushed out of the way. You groaned in pain as your back met with the floor with a large thud. You groggily stood up, wincing.

In front lay Seonghwa, crushed under the weight of the broken ceiling. You rushed to his aid, your emotions clashing against each other.

Pulling his unconscious body from under the weight, you kneeled beside him trying to wake him.

“S- Seonghwa?” You tapped his cheek, trying to wake him. “P-please wake up, love. You can’t leave me, please.”

You sobbed, tears falling on his face. He groggily opened his eyes, smiling gently. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbled.

You grabbed his hand, a sob racking through you at his words. You sniffled, shaking your head. “No, no please don’t go, I can’t live without you,”

“Shh,” His brown orbs held tears and they wavered as they stared into yours. Thousands of emotions floated in his eyes, conveying the same message.

“I will never leave you darling, I’m always here. I promise,” he whispered, tightening his hold on your hand. “No matter what, I will always be here with you, always”

You shook your head, his words doing nothing but worry you. “No- no, you’re gonna be here.” You hiccuped. “You’re- you’re gonna be with me and you will live, and we’ll be happy and,”

Unable to complete the sentence, you sobbed squeezing your eyes shut. Please, I beg of you, whoever you are please let this all be a bad dream.

“Hey baby, look at me,” he gently brushed away the tears on your face as his tears rolled down the side of his face.

“I promise, I’ll never leave you,” He held your face with love, caressing your cheek.

You nodded, before leaning in for a short kiss. It was painful, imitating a sad, agonising goodbye. “I love you, Seonghwa please don’t leave me baby, I love you so much,”

He breathed out a laugh, “I told you baby, I’m not going anywhere. I love you, my wife.”

You watched as he whispered his last words, the life in his eyes disappearing as he smiled in content, content that he was able to spend his last moments with his love.

“No, No!” You screeched, shaking his lifeless body. “Seonghwa! No!” You sobbed. “You promised you wouldn’t leave, please come back,”

You coughed loudly, the smoke fogging around you.

“Miss?! Miss?! Please get out of the house!” Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you up. You thrashed in the arms, “let me go! Please let me go! Save him! Not me!”

Your words were heard by deaf ears, as the man dragged you out of the house. You watched other men clamber into your house, placing your boyfriend’s body on a stretcher.

“I love you,” you whispered.

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You sat on the cold hospital bench. Gentle, cool air blew around you as the whirring of aircons cut the silence.

“Miss.Y/n?”

Your head snapped up at your name and you met the solemn eyes of the doctor. “Thankfully, you didn’t suffer many injuries. The smoke from the fire has disturbed your lungs so a few medicines will be prescribed to you, and as for your husband,” he trailed off, a sad smile on his lips. Your eyes glimmered with false hope, you knew the truth- yet you wanted to believe the lie.

“Unfortunately, he passed away.”

You nodded, holding back another set of tears. “And in his pocket, we found this.”

A small, navy blue velvet box was handed over to you. With shaky hands you opened the box, revealing a small diamond. It glistened under the light, a few words etched on the inside of the ring.

My love, my queen, my wife.

Registering the words, you grazed them with your fingers, feeling the engraved promise under your fingertips. Your eyes blurred as warm tears fell on your hands and the ring.

“I’m sorry for your loss, excuse me,” the doctor mumbled, walking away from you.

You collapsed on your knees, as they met the cold floor the pain did nothing but confirm the nightmare you were living in.

You walked towards the tombstone, a soft rustle of grass following after each step. You set a bouquet of roses, daisies and chrysanthemums at its base.

Sitting down on the grass, you conversed with your lover, talking to him about the days you spent without him.

“You know, I get sad really easily.” You scoffed, fidgeting with the ring on your finger. “I mean, I see that same yellow cup you used to use for coffee and I’d cry.”

You looked up at the cloudy sky, a faint memory playing in your mind. “One time, I was cleaning the house, the first time after you passed. I found your mic, the first gift I gave you. It was cheap and it stopped working after a few months but you still kept it in your room, clean and tidy.

I remember when I tried to take it away and you got so mad, until you realised the amount of dust that was collecting in it.” You giggled.

“I really wish you were here Seonghwa,” You sniffled. “I miss you so much,”

The clouds began to separate, revealing a ray of light. A new ray of hope for you to hold on to.

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winderlylandchime · 7 months

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2x20 1/2 His hair is sticking out in all directions, he’s half a pack of cigarettes down, he can’t be still and he looks like he hasn’t slept for weeks. Before the ep: ‘he now knows. And he needs to confront him. You know, even with all he does, right now? Brian is better. More morals and shit. So he needs to do something, i suggest doing what I did when I got cheated (i bring up the fact that tinder/sending nudes on phones was not like a thing in 2002)Still! He needs to do something petty! Come on Brian, don’t disappoint me’ So we are off to a great start: ‘okay finale, you have 40 minutes to fix this fucking mess you created. Get. To. It. Imagine being excited over a comic that your boyfriend inspired that youre cheating on. I SWEAR IF THE GOATEE FUCKER MAKES IT IN THE COMIC I WILL RIOT! Look, it’s Bri!! HE MADE THEM A PARTY! He knows he’s being cheated on and he’s still doing all this? I am even sadder now! CAN MIKE STOP KISSING HIM. I AM WILLING TO GIVE YOU MY LEFT ARM *looks at me in horror* i swear, I’m an ally but he does it for weird reasons and it’s very clear..’ ‘HE’S GOING TO BE A MONK?! DEBBIE FINALLY LIKES YOU AND YOU WANT TO BECOME A MONK?!…dude, no offense but bald look isn’t gonna suit you’ The sound that he just let out when Ethan/Justin popped up, i swear it was heard across the world. ‘OH SO YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT HE HAS A BOYFRIEND BUT YOURE STILL FUCKING HIM…tell me cello player, how does that make you any different than that ex boyfriend of yours that you hate oh so badly. *childish mocking* drive to the country to park under the stars, my dudes, neither of you own a car. Awww he wants to watch a meteor shower..i hope one of them hits you.’ He is now actually upset because of Justin saying that Brian is giving him a party. ‘HE SAID THAT AS IF ITS NOTHING. Fuck you cello player, i look forward for the day Brian runs you over with his car, that he OWNES! Oh so you acknowledge that he loves you but you’re still okay with cheating? I’m actually really sad about this. *they kiss* BLEGH..oh please shove that CD up your ass.‘ Okay, thee scene is coming up!!! ‘WHY THE FUCK IS THERE VIOLIN MUSIC AGAIN?! MAKE IT STOP! Please tell me a car hits him here. Who’s that? BRIAN!!! FUCKING HELL YES! GO BRIAN GO BRIAN!! Oh for fucks sake Ben!’ He is not here for Ted being all over Emmett. It’s freaking him out. And he is once again screaming about and lesbians minding their business. ‘BRIAN! Wait, he’s offering a job? Nah, my man isn’t stupid. He knows the songs on his cd. OH SHIT ITS JUSTIN! Please Brian, get up and kiss him in front of this fucker! I AM BEGGING! THATS RIGHT THE NAME IS BRIAN KINNEY! The word ‘fucking’ is missing in between but that’s not professional to put on businesses cards. NOW KISS JUSTIN PLEASE! DUN DUN DUN KARMA IS HERE JUSTIN. And that’s the look of a motherfucker who knows he was played! Good job Brian! LOOK AT THAT SMILE, yeah fuck off to class and get hit by a bus please.‘ He is upset about the fact that he didn’t get to see Brian figuring it all out and finding out who Ethan is though. He thinks that it would be really cool with him going through Justins stuff/the loft with some badass music in the back where the lyrics are about being betrayed or something. He gave me an entire play by play like a theater director. ‘Oh you’re sorry are you? Fuck you. You didn’t mean for it to happen? Which time? The first or the 17th?….is that a thing…? Falling asleep with a dick up your ass? Can they do that? Is that healthy? Should I ask (uncles name)? (Ive never screamed NO so loudly in my life) ohhh he connected all the dots! Flowers violin and picnics! He knows it all. OH MY POOR BABY. *mocking voice* oh he loves you? They’re still using that. Brian, that was unnecessarily funny. He’s right btw, FUCK YOU JUSTIN WE BOTH KNOW EXACTLY WHY HE CANT SAY THOSE 3 WORDS BUT HE KINDA SAID IT TO DEB! Go to deb and ask! She will tell you! this hurts. He CARES if he didn’t care he wouldn’t do all that he did to catch Mr Goatee but he’s clearly willing to kill himself just so that Blondie gets to live his life.’

His hair is sticking out in all directions, he’s half a pack of cigarettes down, he can’t be still and he looks like he hasn’t slept for weeks. <- BIG SAME WHENEVER I WATCH THIS ARC

He needs to do something petty! - teehee.... straight into -

And that’s the look of a motherfucker who knows he was played! Good job Brian! LOOK AT THAT SMILE, yeah fuck off to class and get hit by a bus please.‘ PERFECTION

Yes, please don't let him bother your uncle with any more questions about anal sex.

He CARES if he didn’t care he wouldn’t do all that he did to catch Mr Goatee but he’s clearly willing to kill himself just so that Blondie gets to live his life.’ <- this is the Britin dynamic boiled down to its essential ingredients. Our man has figured it out.

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kratosfan6632466 · 1 year

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Can’t sleep

Zecker smut fic

Wrecker was fast asleep as zima tried to go to sleep but nothing was working she sighed in defeat and got up little did she realize that wrecker could still hear her despite being asleep

Wrecker soon Afterwards got out of bed to check on her she stood outside on the balcony with a jacket on

Wrecker: hey-

*Zima jolted in shock *

Zima : AH! Oh it’s you you scared the shit out of me

Wrecker: sorry….

Zima : s’fine what are you doing up?

Wrecker: I could hear you struggling to fall asleep and I’m worried about you…

Zima : I’ve tried everything…. But nothing seems to work

Wrecker: are you sure you did EVERYTHING there’s one thing that could help

Zima : w-well almost everything…I didn’t want to wake you…

Wrecker: don’t worry about it baby I’m here for you don’t feel bad about having to wake me up is something on your mind that’s causing you to lose sleep?

Zima : the last mission was so brutal…. And you got hurt during that supply run I- I honestly thought I was losing you…..I never thought those troops would’ve done that…

Wrecker: zima they shot me in many different places but I can assure you that I’m ok now there’s no need to be upset about what happened it was a risk but it was worth it I’d prefer you taking care of me then anyone else….

Zima was in tears

Wrecker: aw zi don’t cry…it’s ok….shhh.

Wrecker said as he then kissed her lips softly

They both blushed

Wrecker: so don’t worry I’m ok

Zima : ok…

Wrecker wiped her tears away from her face

Wrecker: i love you

Zima : love you too

Wrecker: you cold?

Zima : nah I wore a jacket just in case

Wrecker: zima ?

Zima : yes?

Wrecker: I-I wanna help in any way possible

Wrecker blushed as she cupped his cheeks and smiled

Zima : you truly are the best trooper

Wrecker: so…do you wanna have sex?

Zima purred and slid her nightgown down

Wrecker stopped her

Wrecker: let’s do this a different way keep the gown on

Zima : oh ok

Wrecker watched as she went back inside and sat down on the table legs spread out he got on the table too and started to make out with her he tugs on her hair and grinds her pussy

Wrecker: hey you want it rough~?

Zima : yes please!!~

Wrecker growled and grinds hard on her pussy making her moan loudly

Zima : aaah ~! Fuck yes !!!

Wrecker growled and wraps his arms around her

Wrecker: you like that shit~?

Zima : yes ! Yes !!~

Wrecker kept going

Wrecker: yeah your drenching in there I can tell I love it when you squirt~

Wrecker went harder she was VERY aroused now

Wrecker grabs her tits her panties came off as he played with her nipples and fucks her pussy pounding it

Zima : oh yes!!!!~ oh wrecker!!! Wreck my pussy please!!!!

Wrecker grabbed her hips and rammed her pussy making the table shake

Zima : oh my god yes!!!! Ah~!

Wrecker smirks as her hair got messy

Zima : AAAH~!!!! Im close!!!!

Wrecker growled and came inside her she made a small whine because she didn’t want to scream

He softly kisses her lips once more as she pants

Wrecker: god your orgasms are music to my ears….

He kisses her neck a couple of times before putting her back on the bed

Wrecker spoons her

Wrecker: was that good enough for you or do we need another round?

Zima : nah….I’m very tired

Wrecker: good now get some sleep then

Wrecker said as she fell asleep cuddling wrecker

#zima lurzo #my ocs #tbb wrecker #zecker smut #zima x wrecker

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merridelicious · 2 years

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you brought it into my life. the music, the words, the things you would say to me that I don’t think anyone else could ever have said. yes there was love and yes there was kindness, but the beauty. ever the raven, ever the creature squirreling away the shining things into its nest. I pull the scraps of us sometimes from the wreckage, just to turn them around and admire them. some things that you do not remember now were never lost.

I took our lives at a breakneck pace. I careened and turned corners too sharply and dragged you stumbling into a new light without warning. let’s sing so loudly it drives the ghosts deaf. let’s run right next to the pool. be my co-adventurer. come on, let’s have fun, I’m so desperately sad in the night but the sun is in my eyes right now so let’s go.

but I was also so uncertain. I needed you to be selfish sometimes, had to cast you as impulsive and decisive, when I couldn’t quite bear it. the orange was too bright. I had to shut myself against it at times, barricade you from me. I needed you to lead and I needed to hide.

we live without each other now. there were so many things we had yet to teach other other, you know, and now those things only compound upon each other, trivia we never shared about our families or the way to perfectly prepare our favorite breakfasts. I saw you in a picture with your friend last week. I know exactly how your lips felt on mine and how your hands play across my skin. your hair! darling I loved it- and now it will never again be in my hands. those things will not come back to me. and you will develop a million new styles of loving someone, of holding, and I will never be held in those ways by you. I will not know what it is like anymore to be loved by you.

near the end, I struggled to answer yes. a ghost by your side, eyes already trained to the horizon. it was time to go but I wavered on the certainty of an ending. I was desperately unhappy with myself by the closing chapter, didn’t like the arc in the second half of the story.

I hope your next love is giving you more stable footing. they sting, the photos of you with her, but it’s also a relief.

for so long I burdened myself with this idea that I owed it to you to always love you, to go on providing the home in me I’d promised you. but that is her promise now. it is no longer my responsibility to wait for you until the end of this life.

(- I still fall asleep next to you some nights, and I dream of a world where we stayed happy)

i gave love so many definitions growing up. love is cruel. love is sacrifice. love is like home. love is annoying the hell out of each other. love is a song you can’t help but repeat. love is unfair. i struggled to pin it down. you only added more to the list. currently, my “love is disappointment” definition stands.

my love, i have waited so patiently for you. it has all played out in my head, because you know what a planner i am, don’t you?

next time, you say, and next time, we are back on my picnic blanket, shoulder to shoulder, enveloped in the night. next time, you say, and next time, we are standing in the snow, and your eyelashes catch snowflakes as they fall, and our cheeks are turning pink from the cold, but we don’t want to go inside just yet. next time, you say, and we are driving again, and you’re revving the engine, and we’re going so fast i think we’ll die. next time, my roommate is away for the night, and i invite you over, and i make you tea, and we start to let our guard down again properly. next time, i show you my bracelet that says “fuck off” and laugh and tell you that I’ll have to make an exception. next time, i think we can paint something worth sticking around for.

how many next times before it’s this time? you know how patient i am, you’ve always known that. i know you don’t mean to disappoint, my dear.

you are being asked to pull the few pieces of heart left unscathed in the aftermath of those couple years ago from your chest and lay them out on the table right now. and that pulling, that aching, is keeping us apart, but just for the time being. seasons change, and we will too. we may never be the reckless souls we used to be, the way we were this summer, but we will carry on. and i won’t leave you. i won’t leave you.

-love doesn’t have to disappoint you, not if you know when to expect it

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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a place called home

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Request by @dora-wolfram-blog: Hi <3 so happy to see your requests are open! How about ex Avenger reader who can manipulate the forces of nature and she comes to help Sam? (Idk maybe calling fish from the sea so his family can sell and earn enough money for the boat?) There she meets Bucky who she briefly met after endgame and they get to know each other? Domestic stuff is my weak spot so thank you so much luv u <3

word count: 1.206 words.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a gentleman and sam a pain in the ass as always.

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Saying that Bucky and you were friends wasn’t something exactly. You fought together a couple of times before you retired from superhero life. Like many of them, the war had finished and you chose calm over being a private agent. More or less like the ex-soldier, with the difference that he went to New York and you didn’t be able to find a home until Sam made you a call. He was quite the opposite of Bucky for you, connecting since the very first second you met. After he told you about his sister’s financial trouble, he offered you a roof to sleep under in exchange for your powers to control the tide and promote the movement of fish stocks. Of course, it was a hit, and you finally found peace in Delacroix. A celebration was inevitable, it was part of Wilsons’ DNA, but you weren’t expecting Bucky to show up with Sam; although he told you in your last call that they were working together. Or something like that.

As soon as your eyes laid on him among the crowd, you knew he had changed after more than six months without seeing each other. You couldn't help but feel happy for Bucky when you saw him smiling for the first time. He had a beautiful and innocent smile, seeming like a new man. Renovated, with want to live, enjoying playing with kids and talking to old men about war stories.

You had placed your back against an oak column, away from the crowd but close enough to check on everyone, in case they need help with anything. A beer was resting against your lips, doubting on continuing drinking, lost in your thoughts. There was something about Bucky going from one side to another, laughing unworried, that had fully captivated your attention. You weren't able to stop looking at him, chuckling when you saw one of Sam's nieces putting a magnet with the form of a crab on his left arm.

“I have that teen-in-love's face on camera”.

You frowned at Redwing some inches away from your face. As a response, you tried to slap it down. But your friend was faster than you controlling that thing.

“He looks good, uh?”

“Oh, shut up…” You replied by clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, having a sip from your drink to put your eyes away to the sea.

“He asked if you'd be here… Just saying”.

“Shut up, Samuel!” You implored, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

As the night went on and the guests started to leave, Sarah asked you to take Jim and Jody home while she stayed there cleaning with his brother about the business. You were exhausted too, and she noticed it. And after saying your goodbyes, you headed to the parking where your car was stationed, carrying the younger Wilson onto your arms —peacefully sleeping— as his big brother was yawning loudly. At that point, you realized that it was going to be a tough mission to put them in the car.

“Wait! Lemme help”.

The male voice coming from behind you made you turn around and before you could react, Bucky was taking Jody from your arms to his. You smirked softly in response, looking for the key in the right pocket of your jacket to unlock the car. The soldier tucked the younger in the back seat, placing the belt around him as Jim occupied the other side of the SUV.

“It's been good to see you”. You said after closing the door, staying outside in front of him.

“Same”. He replied, not knowing what else to say.

Puckering your lips and clapping the key on your palm, you nodded with your chin, feeling the nerves running through your veins. “Good night, Bucky”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

You gave him your back, sighing inappreciably, to open the pilot's place and came in.

“He— Hey, wait”.

“Uh?”

“Sam told me… you were tired. I might give you a ride back home. I can wait for him there”. The offering made you glance towards him, already sitting in your car but with a leg rest on the ground. “If you want, I mean…”

Of course he did (...). That son of a bitch had the audacity to push you onto the other. You bit your inner cheek, landing your eyes on the wheel. Yes, you were tired. You woke up at five to sail with Sarah, then you organized the party and cooked for it. You hadn't had a single second of rest during the whole day. And Sam took advantage of it, feeling like he was some kind of Cupido. And you had to recognize that it was also very considerate coming from Bucky.

“I'd appreciate it… actually”. You ended up agreeing, stepping out to give him the keys and ceding your seat.

The ride was silent between the two of you, hearing some quiet indie music playing on the radio while you fought against your brain to stay awake. Luckily, it didn't take him too long to reach Sarah's house —although you were barely keeping your eyes open at this point. Again, he helped you with the kids, walking indoors and following you to their respective rooms. You tucked Jim and Jody on their beds, making sure they were comfy before placing a kiss on their foreheads and wishing them a good night. Bucky had rested his back against the wall, in front of the elder’s room, just waiting for you. And you could swear that you saw him briefly smirking because of the tenderness in your actions.

After closing the last door, you waved your head to urge him to follow you downstairs to the living room. With an exhausted sigh escaping your lips, you let your body fall on the sofa, curling on a side of it to give Bucky some space. You couldn’t help but yawn, turning on the TV by using the control remote.

“It’s good to have a home to come back”.

“Yeah… After all the shitty situations we’ve been through… We deserved a rest, don’t you think?” You replied grabbing a cushion from the floor, using it as a pillow over the armrest. “Sorry, I… I’m deadly tired…”

“Come here, that will hurt when you wake up”.

Bucky didn’t hesitate on beckoning to his arms, taking off his boots heel against heel to place both legs over the coffee table. You didn’t resist, knowing it would be comfier by his way. Sitting up, you lied to the opposite side, being wrapped instantly and snuggled against his warm body. Shameless, you rest your head on his right forearm, practically laying over his lap. But you felt good. You felt like it was a good reward after a long day, rolling down your eyelids and focusing on the caresses in your hair you didn’t know you needed.

For a moment, your mind wandered and fantasized about this last hour being part of your real life. Putting your kids to sleep and then cuddle with your husband till falling asleep. Smell Bucky’s strong and edgy scent. Your hands scratching his back. His fingertips stroking your scalp. Your legs laced (...)

Oh, God, Sam. What did you do?

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