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141goblin · 1 month

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Hi people. I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a fanfic and I thought i’d put a feeler out there to see if people are interested in reading my silly little brain worms and thoughts. Word of warning, it’s little rusty and definitely still a work in progress. I don’t yet have a title or anything like that, but i wanna share (ok ok leave me alone)

Part one: Soft.

Reader described as plus-sized. Fem reader. Implied past abusive relationship.

John Price X Reader.

“Amelia, I said no!” I huff into the phone, getting increasingly frustrated at my best friend’s insistence. She had been going on and on about some big military party that her boyfriend was going to, and of course, because we’re basically attached at the hip, she ‘needs me there’.

“Oh, come onnnn! It’ll be fun! And who knows, we might finally find you a man for you to spend time with instead of you sitting in your apartment and watching reruns of gilmore girls twenty-four-seven.”

I huff and roll my eyes, grateful that she isn’t able to see me. Honestly, the thought of having to drag myself off of my couch and go through the motions of getting ready and attempting to doll myself up makes me feel physically ill. Truth be told, I haven’t left my apartment for weeks. Not since i had that god-awful night with my arsehole of an ex boyfriend.

My mind drifts back to that night, the time I spent getting ready and psyching myself up, all for me to get there and be completely disregarded and used. Like a piece of meat. He’d been blowing up my phone with messages ever since, insisting he was sorry, and that it won’t happen again, and he just got carried away. I hadn’t had the mental capacity to message him back.. My best friends voice pulls me back to reality.

“You’re coming. I’ll be at your flat in twenty minutes with pre drinks. Shower and shave.”

Before I get any chance to worm my way out of this ridiculous ordeal, she kisses me good-bye through the phone and hangs up. I throw my phone to the opposite end of the couch and groan into a pillow. Just when I was settled, watching gilmore girls for the umpteenth time, with a glass of wine and a bowl of crisps… Shit, maybe I do need to get out…

I down the rest of my glass of wine and wince at the taste. I make a mental note to stop being cheap and buying shit wine just because it’s cheaper. After all, it’s not like I can’t afford to buy nicer tasting wine. But truthfully, I don’t go to tescos at 8pm in my pyjamas and buy nice wine to be all sophisticated. I do it to buy cheap wine and get drunk while i watch gilmore girls and cry, wishing i had the same relationship with my mother that Lorelai and Rory have. It’s pitiful, and pathetic.

I huff and drag myself off of my couch and make my way into my bathroom to shower. Once undressed, i notice just how hairy my legs have gotten. But, is it really worth the effort, the sweating and red face just to have smooth legs? I brush off the thought and step into the hot shower. I do my usual: wash and condition my hair, wash my face and body, and then actually decide to shave my goddamn legs. It takes me the better part of fifteen minutes, but beauty is pain, as they say.

Just as i’m stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that’s all too small to cover my stomach and wide thighs, my best friend makes herself known, clearly having used her spare key to let herself into my flat. Her face is all scrunched up in disgust at the state of the place and she’s begun to pick up my clothes that are strewn about the place, throwing them into the washing machine. I roll my eyes and make my way into my bedroom, and she follows. She has that shit-eating grin on her face that I know all too well. No doubt she’s going to make me squeeze into some tiny outfit in the hopes i’ll impress some random man and hopefully let him fuck my brains out. She’s highly mistaken.

Instead of a skimpy outfit, we compromise. I end up wearing a mid-length silk dress that has a risky slit up the leg, but not too high that it shows off my cellulite, one of my biggest insecurities. She does up my hair into a messy bun with a few curls framing my face and insists on me wearing her favourite red lipstick, telling me i’ll look ‘fuckable’, her words, not mine. After strapping some heels onto my feet I take one last look in the mirror, face slightly flushed from the two or three glasses of wine Amelia practically poured down my throat to loosen me up. I should feel beautiful, but I don’t. I can’t help but feel like a pig, wrapped in silk and smothered in ridiculous lipstick. Ready to be taken off to market and ridiculed by men that think it’s shameful to like a fat girl. My ex-boyfriend’s attitude and words from the duration of our relationship echoing around my head.

“They don’t see you like I do, babe. They don’t see your personality.”

“You’re wearing that?”

“Oh come on, babe. I was only looking at her. She’s a model, what do you expect?”

After a too long uber ride full of pep-talks by Amelia and discreetly drinking from the remnants of a bottle of wine, we’re standing outside of what can only be described as a fucking mansion. The type that has stairs leading up to its entrance that’s held up by beautifully structured pillars, the type of place i write about in my short stories. There are too many windows to count, most of them lit up by subtle golden glow, the soft buzz of music that’s able to be heart from outside, something soft and jazzy, like the type of music you’d hear in an old jazz bar in New York.

I’m too busy marvelling at the ‘fucking mansion’ in front of me when I hear the recognisable voice of Amelia’s boyfriend, Johnny. Johnny is the type of guy that can make any girl weak in the knees with his charming smile and sparkling blue eyes. He’s sweet and cheeky, but not my type.

“There you two are! Was beginning ‘ter think ‘yaes got lost.”

I give Johnny a polite smile and continue looking up at the grandeur of the building in-front of me while he gives Amelia a kiss and whispers something flirty in her ear. Johnny and Amelia are solid, and he’s good for her. Plus, he knows we come as a package deal, so he makes sure to make me feel included when I end up tagging along on their days out or evening drinks.

“Looking good, bonnie.” Johnny says to me, with a cheeky wink. Amelia laughs, her signature sweet giggle, and it’s clear why she turns heads everywhere we go.

I force a smile and hold back a self-deprecating remark.

“Thanks, Johnny.”

Amelia takes Johnny by the arm and leads her inside, making me follow like an awkward third wheel. I try my best not to feel like an idiot as i’m led into the main ballroom, where i assume the party is being held. Johnny leads us to the bar and buys the three of us a round of drinks. I try to insist that I can buy my own, but both he and Amelia dismiss it and i’m left with a blueberry Martini sitting in front of me at the bar.

After a few minutes of awkward small talk between the three of us, mixed in with too much PDA between Johnny and Amelia for my liking, Johnny leads Amelia off to meet some of his friends, leaving me alone at the bar. I hoist myself onto a barstool, arse spilling over the edge. Fuck sake, I think. People need to start inventing barstools that are fat-girl friendly. I ignore the buzz of chatter in the ballroom and down the rest of my blueberry martini, flagging down the bartender for another one.

I begin sipping on the fresh Martini and start looking back around the room. I can’t help but think this would be a perfect scene to write in one of my stories. A room packed full of rich people dressed in fancy suits and expensive dresses, where everyone pretends to be on their best behaviour.

After a few minutes of being alone at the bar, I make peace with the fact that I will likely be alone for most of the night while Amelia mingles with Johnny and his friends. It doesn’t bother me, per say, but something deep within my belly wishes that one, just once, I could be the one to turn heads, to capture the attention of a group of people with nothing but my appearance and laugh, to have people willing to talk to me and learn about me, without feeling like it’s out of pity.

I shrug to myself and take a few more sips of my martini and let my attention wander over to my best friend and her boyfriend, and his group of (presumably) military friends. Johnny must’ve noticed me sitting alone at the bar and felt pity for me because I see him making his way over, sporting his disarming smile. I smile back.

“What’s the matter, Lass? Not enjoying ‘yerself?”

He leans on the bar casually, and it’s clear he’s making an effort to make me feel included.

“I’m enjoying myself just fine, Johnny. You can go back to your mates and Amelia, don’t worry about me.”

He cocks a brow and flashes that cheeky grin.

“Not gonna join us?”

I shake my head and take another sip of my martini, waving a dismissive hand. I attempt to play it off with a joke.

“Doubt i’d fit in with your military mates.”

He scoffs and looks jokingly offended.

“Aye, come on, Bonnie. We don’t bite. I know Si looks like a scary fucker, but we’re a nice bunch. I swear.”

I laugh and take another sip. Johnny is a good guy, there’s no denying that, even if it does feel like he’s taking pity on his girlfriends fat, single friend that looks like she’d rather be anywhere but here.

Judging from the way he talks about ‘Si’, I make an assumption that he’s the one with the dirty-blonde hair, the one who’s built like a brick shit-house and looks like he could snap anyone in half with one hand.

Johnny points to one of the other lads, a typical pretty boy with striking brown eyes.

“That’s Gaz. He’s a good’un. Likes to flirt too much, but e’s harmless.”

I follow Johnny’s finger as he points to the third man. A man who’s wide, and fucking muscly, but looks like he has a soft layer of fat underneath that expensive suit of his.

“And that, that’s the Cap’n. The best of us all. Keeps us in check when we cause trouble. He won’t admit it, but he’s a softie at heart.”

My eyes stay on the wide man a little longer than the others. I see a smile under his well-groomed mutton chops and moustache that’s peppered with little greys here and there. His shoulders look like they’re about to burst out of his shirt at any given moment, and his hips are exactly the same. That’s all contrasted by his blue eyes, like a deep pool that women no doubt get lost in. The man’s a fucking contradiction. Too wide, Too soft.

Johnny’s voice snaps me back into the room, averting my eyes away from the man I know as ‘Captain’.

“Come on, Bonnie. Come say hello, mingle a little. We don’t bite.”

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miheartsedthings · 3 months

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Part Four

SFW Modern x Fem Reader

Summary: After a pregnancy scare, you and Billy are finally using protection. You had no idea the emotional toll a potential pregnancy would take.

Warnings: Angst, blood/injury, aggression, toxic relationship

Words: 2610

The two of you had been having a good week, no arguments, a few nights of sneaking out to see each other. He grumbled everytime he had to put a condom on, but you’d go down on him to sweeten the deal. Taking him into your mouth always shut down his complaints. There was peace between you. That is, until the night of a party.

“Nancy, please come with me, these girls hate me.”

The two of you stood together at her vanity. A little pre-party ritual had formed between you, wherein you’d go over to her house well before you needed to with a duffle bag full of potential outfits and spend hours getting ready. Nancy would never admit this, but she loved piecing together an outfit for you and she had a special flare for color. You were dressed, and she’d just finished telling me the latest drama between her and Steve, plus whatever weirdness her brother seemed to be hiding. (He and his friends kept talking about a mausoleum.) Now you’re dressed and ready and Billy is on his way to pick you up and you’re dreading it. Nancy looks up from clearing off the vanity.

“I doubt they hate you.” She said, “They probably just want Billy’s attention.”

You sat on the bed, your stomach turning.

“Maybe, but it’s terrible, Nancy. These girls will act like they like me when Billy is there, but the second he lives,” I snap my fingers “they flip, they start asking me these insulting questions, giving me back handed compliments, the meanest one will just straight up say she doesn’t understand why Billy likes me over her and just list a bunch of reasons she thinks she’s better than me.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah, and the worst part, honestly, is that I’m so gullible sometimes that when they start in being nice, ya know, being normal human beings, I actually start to believe they mean it. Like, I start to think maybe we could actually be friends. Then Billy moves out of ear shot and it’s the same shit all over again, they’re psycho.”

“What makes you think it’ll be any different with me there?”

“Because we’ll be together. We can ignore them and do our own thing. I just don’t wanna do that by myself again, it’s so lonely. Billy’s always hanging out with a bunch of assholes, doing keg stands and shit. Don’t really wanna be around that, either.”

Nancy laughs.

“It didn’t seem fun from what I can remember. Gosh sometimes it still amazes me that you ended up with Billy, I mean he can be so obnoxious it’s not even funny.”

Your mind flashes back to the other week in the car.

“I know. Trust me, I know.”

She sits beside you seems to think about it for a while.

“Couldn’t you just stay here tonight?”

“I wish. If I don’t go to the parties Billy…”

“He gets upset?”

“Yeah.”

She made a face.

“But he doesn’t even hang out with you, he ditches you for his drinking buddies.”

“I know. I think it’s just like…he wants to show me off, maybe?”

She rolled her eyes.

“But then he doesn’t defend you from these girls.”

“Well, to be honest, he doesn’t know about it.”

Her eyes go round.

“I know, I should tell him. I just get embarrassed.”

She shook her head.

“I love you, but if I’m gonna come to one of these gross parties you at least have to tell him what’s up. I mean, maybe if he knew they were bullying you he wouldn’t make you go.”

I sigh.

“That’s fair. How about this, I’ll tell him tonight, you come with us for a little bit but you and I leave early?”

She considered it.

“How early?”

“Like, before everyone even shows up. The burger shop will still be open, that’s how early.”

She smiled.

“I can do that, but you gotta pinky promise to tell him.”

We linked pinkies.

“Swear.”

When Billy comes to pick you up, Nancy waits at the door while you go over to the car. He’s looking incredible and the car is full of his cologne. Before you can think, he pulls you over into a kiss, and you’re wrapped up again in him. His pull like the sun’s gravity. When you separate, your mind is slightly clouded, making him smile.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

His voice is liquid silk.

“Hey.”

Then, you remember Nancy.

“I invited Nancy to the party.”

He throws a glance over your shoulder.

“Yeah? So?”

“So, she only agreed to go if she and I leave early.”

His smile fades.

“What the fuck for?”

You fiddle with seat buckle.

“Eh, I don’t like going by myself. Those girls are…”

“You’re never by yourself.”

“You’re always with the guys somewhere.”

“Am I supposed to babysit you the whole time?”

You roll your eyes, agitated with how defensive he’s being.

“No, You’re not, that’s why I’m asking Nancy. What do you even care? It’ll be the same for you.”

“You leaving early isn’t the same for me.”

You’re surprised to hear him say this and for a moment you can’t think of a reply. It had never occurred to you that Billy might be attached to the idea of you being there at the party with him. Thinking back on it, he always did seem eager to get you alone after the parties, cuddling up in the backseat for at least an hour afterward.

His jaw was tight and you looked at your hands, unsure of what to say to convince him. Other than the truth. The embarrassing reality of your exclusion from the girls that made up his pseudo friend group.

“Those girls hate me.” You let those words hang there for a while, expecting him to say something but he doesn’t. Maybe it isn’t a surprise. “As soon as you leave the room they say all these shitty things to me and I end up alone somewhere until you’re ready to leave. It sucks.”

We sit there for a minute, metal music playing at a low volume as he leans back against the seat, frowning.

“Ya know, Wheeler, Harrington…none of them want you with me.”

“It’s not like that.”

He chuckles bitterly.

“She’s clutchin her pearls everytime I come around.”

“Billy it’s just one party.”

He looks at you, anger suddenly burning in his eyes.

“No the fuck it’s not,” his tone is low in that menacing way of his, and he takes his time getting the words out, making sure you feel them. “You tell her shit you don’t tell me.”

His eyes burn, but you don’t look away. To look away would be to acquiesce and you can’t back down at all. Not when he’s like this.

“Do you care that your stupid friends make me feel like shit when you’re not looking.”

He breaks away first, sighing, his head drops back against the head rest, his jaw tensing as he mulls over what you’ve said.

“Fine.” He says, “But I’m driving you. Can’t have you wondering around drunk.” You can’t help smiling a little. Then, you lean over give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks.” You say softly. His eyes have cooled.

“Yeah,” he says, you wave Nancy over and she starts down the driveway. “By the way, they’re not my friends.”

The plan is working so far. As usual, Stacy, Bridgette and Katie were stuck to Billy’s side in an instant. Stacy cood at the sight of you, pulling you into a hug.

“I freaking love that skirt, you’re so stylish.” She said.

“Nancyyyy, it’s been so long, girly, where have you been?” Katie looped her arm with Nancy and leaned into her, blowing her vodka breath all over us.

“Hey,” you offered, your tone limp. Billy looped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you into a kiss. A long and rather gratuitous one that lasted quite a while, hushing the idle chatter around you. You smiled against his lips and when he pulled back he was smirking.

“See you soon.”

He winked before taking his leave, the crowd seemingly parting for him as he followed the loud whooping of boys in the back yard.

Stacy’s expression is so tight it’s almost comical. Her neck turning red, one of her blue eyes clinched tighter than the other. She looks at you like she’s actively shitting a brick.

“Socewt.” She squeaks.

“Thanks.” The word pops out bright and sweet. A cherry on top.

Then, you and Nancy took off for the kitchen, laughing so hard you couldn’t breath. It kept you entertained throughout the night, through two cups of vodka cranberrys and dancing. Nancy explaining again why she and Steve were on the outs. All was well, and calm, and even fun. Until you heard a shriek. Eyes turned in the direction of the frantic gaggle of voices coming from the backyard and your stomach dropped.

You knew with a sickening certainty, that Billy was involved. You rushed through the living room, pushing through the gathering crowd with Nancy right behind you until you reached blood. A long splatter stretching across the brick patio. Stacy sat weeping, blood gushing from her mouth, her teeth coated in red. Her friends flocked around her, pressing tissues to her lip and trying to smooth her mangled hair.

Little cuts striped up her arms and legs and her bare feet were dirty.

Billy stood aloft, looking down at Stacy with a bland indifference and a cup of beer in his hand.

“What the fuck?” someone said.

“She biffed it.”

Eventually, her friends got her up, blood stained down the front of her dress. You crossed the patio, avoiding the blood.

“What happened?”

Billy’s cool eyes turned to you and he shrugged.

“She fell.”

“Fucking nose dived,” one of the guys said, laughing. Your eyes were still on Billy, who’d gone back to drinking his beer. A chill ran through you. Nancy’s hand picked up yours and you turned to see her stern gaze.

“I’m ready to go.”

It’s quiet in the car, except for Judas Priest and Billy drumming his hands on the steering wheel. He’s behaving like nothing was wrong while you and Nancy are shocked into silence, both of you wondering the same thing; what happened to Stacy? You glance back at Nancy and she raises her eyebrows, begging you to ask before she does.

“What?” Billy asks. He catches onto everything.

“Nothing, just…” you sigh “What happened to Stacy?”

He shruggs.

“She fell. Like I said.”

“Yeah but how? Did she trip?”

He chuckled, looking back and forth between you and the road.

“You think I did something to her.”

“Did you?” Nancy chimes in. He doesn’t answer her. His eyes keep returning to yours.

“See?” He asked, referring to what he'd said earlier.

“Just tell us what happened.”

He shook his head, laughing bitterly.

“Is it that hard to believe it wasn’t me? Really?”

“You don’t inspire much confidence, you have to admit,” Nancy added, at this I shot her a pleading look, but it was too late, Billy was setting into his anger.

“Oooh, I see,” he nodded, his jaw set “Good old Hawkins morality, missing kids, narcoleptic sheriff, housewives just ITCHIN to fuck anyone other than their borning husbands.”

“Alright, Billy, we believe you,” you say. He goes on as if he hasn’t heard you.

“Some bitch trips over herself at a party and I’m the fuckin problem. Like she wasn’t an idiot before I got there.”

“Why is it such a big deal for you to just say what happened?” You asked, raising your voice for the first time all night. He looked at you, his face turning red.

“She’s wasted, alright?” He’s yelling now, his voice booming above the music. “She comes out lookin for attention like she always fuckin is, gets up in the rose bushes trying to do some fuckin stupid dance or some bullshit, twirlin around like an asshole, and the fuckin dummy fell!”

The car fell silent. You sat back in your seat, wiping your burning eyes. You’re embarrassed more than anything, that Nancy saw that. When you pull into the parking lot of the burger place Nancy hops out without a moment’s notice. She waits for a moment beside the car, and you roll down your window.

“You go ahead,” you say, “I’ll be in in a minute.”

You offer a smile, but her worry doesn’t evaporate and you hate it. You hate that she’s seen the worst of him again.

“It’s okay, Nanc.”

She swallows hard, and hesitates before heading inside. You roll the window up again and lean back, settling into the quiet for a moment while you think of what to say.

“You think just like her.”

Billy’s voice is quiet, and when you look at him he’s looking out his window.

“...I hate when you yell at me,” he doesn’t react, and you reach over to put a hand on his thigh “But I believe you.”

He shakes his head, and when he turns back to face you his eyes are red.

“You didn’t wanna tell me about the baby.”

You’re taken aback by this.

“I…I thought you’d be upset. And I didn’t wanna worry you if it wasn’t true.”

“You think I’d do something to her…you think I’d do something to you.”

You’re shaking your head. Insistent..

“No. Billy, I swear. I know you’re not like that.” You hesitate, and your eyes fall to your lap. “To tell the truth, my mom got to me. She’s always saying you’d leave if something like that happened and I just didn’t wanna risk anything.” You look at him, find him watching you. Listening so patiently. He’s angry, of course, but he sits there with you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Maybe I don’t always trust you like I should…but there are some things we need to change. I mean, do you remember that day in the car? You made me cry.”

He faced forward.

“Yeah. I did.”

“Do you care?”

He looks offended.

“Yes, I fuckin care.” he says.

“Well,” You leaned over and took his hand into yours, enclosing his fist between your palms. “I will work on trusting you more, but you have to work on staying calm. You can’t start yelling everytime you get upset.”

His eyes linger on your hands, the way you’re holding onto him. He licks his lips and sighs, his face finally returning to a normal color. You wonder how much strain his anger must take on his body and for a moment you worry for the longevity of his heart.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “Yeah, alright. Fine.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he pulled you into a hug.

“I know you’re a good person,” you say gently into his ear. “That’s why I love you.”

He pulls back, seeming stunned at your words and searching your face for confirmation. You smile, touching a hand to his cheek.

“Billy. I love you.”

If only there was a way to capture the look on his face. The raising blush and gentle awe of his lips falling slightly ajar. Beautiful. You kissed him, knowing better than to think he’d say it back. That night ended with you and Nancy sharing a burger and fries. Billy drove around town for a while before swinging back around to drive the both of you to Nancy’s place for the night. He even offered Nancy a lukewarm apology and she received it just as stiffly.

You had your work cut out for you when it came to Mr. Hargrove. But you were ready for it.

To Be Continued...

Thanks for reading~

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove 18+#billy hargrove smut #stranger things #fanfic #sea swallow me #billy hargrove imagine #billy stranger things

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thebisexualdogdad · 11 months

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An eventful holiday - Thea Queen x Male!reader

A/N: based off the 1x09 holiday episode because I've started a DC show rewatch and forgot how much of a crush I used to have on Thea

When Oliver came back from the dead he had a lot of new things he had to adjust to, one of the hardest being that his little sister who was only twelve the last time he saw her was now seventeen with a boyfriend.

He wanted an opportunity to bring his family closer after learning they stopped celebrating Christmas when he and his father went missing so Oliver planned a big Christmas party to make up for lost time.

However he didn't expect you to be invited as Thea's plus one.

He, Thea, Moira and Walter just got their photo taken when you walk in holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Hi, uh Thea invited me," you say seeing the angry look on Oliver's face, "Mrs. Queen these are for you."

You hand Moira the flowers and she thanks you, Thea kissing you on the cheek and showing you to the food table.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you how amazing you look tonight," you smile, grabbing a christmas cookie and taking a bite of it.

"You clean up pretty nice yourself," she says, drinking a glass of champagne and taking in the sight of you in your suit.

"Well I wanted to impress your brother, I don't think he likes me very much," you admit.

"Because he doesn't know you and he still doesn't want to believe I'm not a little kid anymore," she tells you.

"Maybe we should hang out sometime, just the three of us so he and I can actually get to know each other," you suggest.

"You're putting in a lot of effort to get the approval of my brother," she chuckles.

"That's because I love you, I want him to know that I'm serious about us and would never do anything to hurt you."

Thea smiles and kisses you sweetly, putting her empty glass down on the table, "I love you too and I think we should go upstairs for some privacy so I can give you your christmas present."

"But we exchanged gifts already," You say confused as you and Thea had a small get together with your family a few days prior.

"This is the part of your gift that I couldn't give you in front of your parents," she grins.

You had no idea what was in store for you but you quickly down a glass of champagne as she takes your hand and guides you towards the stairs.

Oliver sees this and glares at you, about to follow you two with intentions of kicking you out of the party but his mother puts her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Let them be Oliver," Moira says calmly.

"You're really okay with what they are going to do up there?" Oliver huffs.

"They are young and in love, in case you've forgotten your father and I tried to stop you sneaking around with girls when you were their age and yet you still always found a way," she chuckles.

"She's not ready to be in a relationship this serious," Oliver states.

"And you were?" Moira laughs, "you have to accept that Thea is not the same twelve year old she was when you left."

"Excuse me mom, I need to get some air," Oliver sighs, heading to the front door.

Meanwhile upstairs you are sitting on Thea's bed as she locks her door, sauntering towards you and climbing in your lap.

"Go ahead and unzip my dress," she says and you reach up, pulling the zipper down her chest to reveal the black lacy bra she has underneath.

"Wow," you mutter, the top of her dress falling off her shoulders and bunching around her waist.

"You like it?" She asks it.

"You are so beautiful Thea," you say putting your hands on her waist and kissing her deeply.

The kiss intensifies, Thea slipping your suit jacket off and tossing it to the floor before unbuttoning your shirt.

You pick her up and flip her over, letting her get comfortable against the pillows.

Thea moans softly as you kiss down her neck and along her chest while pulling her dress the rest of the way off her body exposing the lacy black panties that matched her bra.

"Merry Christmas Y/N," she says, biting her lip.

"This just may be the best gift I've ever received," you mutter, your lips traveling along her stomach which results in her hips rocking up for any form of friction.

You spend a while exploring her body and working her up, fully enjoying your gift, your fingers are gently rubbing her over the lace and her arousal is starting to soak through the material so you finally rid her of it.

You stand up and remove the rest of your clothes as well but look around, "Wait where's my jacket?"

You spot it on the floor and dig around in the inside pocket pulling a condom out.

"Were you expecting to get laid tonight?" Thea teases as she lifts her chest up to unclip her bra and tosses it aside.

"Not at all but it's always better to be prepared right," you chuckle, taking the condom out and rolling it on.

You reposition yourself back on top of her, spreading her legs apart and settling in between them.

Thea gasps when you ease the tip of your cock inside her, slowly pushing it the rest of the way in.

"Does this feel okay?" You ask and she nods.

You give a few rolls of your hips so she has a chance to adjust before you find a more steady rhythm.

She throws her head back, her chest in the air so you take the opportunity to nip at her neck and collarbones.

"Just like that," she moans, grasping at the sheets under her.

After a few minutes she feels her release approaching and reaches down, rubbing firm circles over her clit.

"I'm so close," she groans.

"Me too," you grunt, picking up the pace.

With just a few more thrusts Thea is cumming, her walls tightening around your cock and her eyes rolling back.

Seeing her like this takes you over the edge as well, riding out your highs together.

After cleaning yourselves up you're blissfully laying naked in her bed, a sheet loosely around your waists with her head on your chest when there's an urgent knocking on her door.

"Thea make yourself decent quickly, Diggle just called and Oliver's been in a motorcycle accident we need to go to the hospital right away," her mother says through the door with an obvious worry in her voice.

"Oh my god," Thea says, jumping out of bed and grabbing her clothes off the floor.

"Hey, what can I do for you?" You ask trying to comfort her as you both get redressed.

Thea opens her door surprised to see her mom is still standing there.

"Y/N you can help by seeing our guests out after we leave," Moira says.

"Of course Mrs. Queen," you say awkwardly, pulling your suit jacket on and kissing Thea's forehead before heading downstairs.

"Walter is bringing the car around," Moira says as they follow suit, "and Thea dear fix your dress, I do hope you two were using protection in there."

"Mom now is not the time for that!" Thea yelps in embarrassment realizing her dress is still half unzipped.

Well this certainly was the most eventful holiday Thea has had in a long time.

#arrow imagine #thea queen imagine #thea queen x reader #x male reader #fic

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basedonwha6 · 1 year

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I've never made an au before but heres a concept for one! Basic story line below the cut

In an ancient city, sun and moon were made by the gods to warn humans of famine, giving them a chance to prepare and prevent. Due to confusion and fear however, the people mistake sun and moon for spirits that bring famine, and they're cast away into a deep pit of ruins, where they are bound to stay for eternity.

In the modern time, Y/N is a college student who happened upon an opportunity to travel - which came with the promise that when they arrived, they'd be given a tour of a faraway ancient city. During the tour of the city, however, a siren call of sorts beckons them away from their tour group, appealing to their curiosity. Following the call, they slip away from the group and fall down into a deep pit, where they're met by what they could only call a monster. Barely slipping out of it's clutches in a stroke of luck, they run, being driven deeper and deeper into the pit - which turns to ruins as they run - by their assailent. Eventually, they reach an opening, an area from where the sunlight shines through a hole far above, and the beast stops it's pursuit and reluctantly turns away.

Confused but grateful for their safety, Y/N realizes they're lost and panics. They shout for help, try to get service on their phone, or even try to start a fire to alert someone with smoke, but nothing works. Totally lost and inexperienced with the wilderness, and after many fruitless attempts to get help, they allow themselves to curl into a ball and cry. They can't retrace their steps for fear of the monster, and they might be able to go deeper when they're stronger and ready to fight, but they need an emotional release - plus the sunlight was nice. The ruins were so dark everywhere else, and at least here felt friendly. They'd decide what to do once they'd gotten themselves together, but for now they needed to rest from the chase and release tension as much as possible...all while completely unaware of the gaze that had tracked them from the moment they'd entered the clearing.

Sun and moon, although having a relatively strong distaste for humans, have been bored and lonely for a thousands of years, where their only company was food and prey. Few sentient beings found themselves in the ruins, and even fewer made it to their clearing - now, the first human in centuries, was sitting and crying at the center of their territory. They decide to put aside their dislike for mankind and approach.

Beyond this point, Sun, Moon and Y/N meet. Y/N is initially scared and Sun and Moon are unimpressed, but press on due to lack of connection outside of themselves for years. Eventually, they gain Y/N's trust and they become their roommate of sorts.

Sun and Moon help show Y/N how to grow food with the limited resources in the clearing and Y/N tells them about the modern world. They find each other's company enriching, and that enrichment turns into a bond.

This is all mostly just 1 am word vomit and general ideas, so the whole story is very underdeveloped, but I wanted to put it out there in case anyone was interested in reading! It was really fun to type out lol regardless of grammatical mistakes (I wrote it on the Tumblr app and have not proof read it...hopefully it's coherent lmao)

If you made it this far, tysm for reading!! Hopefully you enjoyed the concept :)

#ruins au #sundrop #sun fnaf #sundrop fnaf #moondrop #moon fnaf #moondrop fnaf #Y/N #myart #concept art #pretty much

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traveler-at-heart · 2 years

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Broken Beds and Healed Hearts

Summary: Bucky has a best friend that charms the Avengers with smiles and cookies. What happens when Natasha becomes a bit too enchanted with her?

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Very Platonic but cute imo)

A/N: Probably one of the first fic ideas I ever had... and only wrote it now. If you must know I loooove Bucky so this is all for me lol.

I’ve been away for too long! Love you all. Hope you like it :)

As soon as you set foot in the Compound, you’re reminded why you’ve always avoided the place. The high tech, the setting, the people in the halls are foreign to you.

Unsurprisingly, the guard doesn’t buy your story of bringing cookies to the Winter Soldier.

“What did you say your name was?” he presses and you sigh. You should have definitely stayed home.

“She’s with me” a harsh voice says behind the man and he recoils when a metal arm lands on his shoulder.

“Sargeant Barnes” the guard stutters.

“Give Miss Y/N L/N her own card”

“Mister Stark requests a full background check…” a look from Bucky and he stops talking. “Right away”

“Be nice, Buck” you ask when the man walks away. “He was just doing his job”

“Yeah, but what did he think? That you could hurt me?” he laughs and you elbow him.

“I totally could”

“Yeah, yeah”

“So… I brought some cookies… and wanted to ask how was your date with April”

The man hangs his head in defeat. You were right; you could be scary in other ways.

“It was fine. She’s great… I’m just not ready to date yet”

“Right” his answer is not a surprise at all. “Well, she had a great time. And I just want you to be happy. You know that, right?”

“Your cookies make me happy” he says, taking the container and holding it close to his chest.

“Well, just remember you can’t date them” you grumble, watching him stuff the biggest one in his mouth. You’re about to scold him, when your eyes meet green ones.

You’ve heard of her before. Seen her on television and papers. Hell, Bucky mentions her once in a while.

But nothing can prepare you for those striking eyes and her fiery hair.

“I should… go. Your friends are waiting for you” it’s hard to form words when you feel those eyes on you, so you shift your focus to Bucky and squeeze his cheek. “Be good, Grumps”

“Wait, you still need your pass” he shouts after you.

“You’re coming with me to the movies tomorrow. Bring it with ya”

“Fine”

“I’m sure it’s fine” Natasha says, but still follows after Sam.

“Uh, someone was asking for Barnes at the front desk. Barnes. Who does he hang out with other than us?”

“You just want to gossip”

“Hell yeah, I do. And, I was right” he nudges her side, head tilting towards Bucky’s back. He’s talking to a woman, a smile on her face as she rolls her eyes, handing over a container.

She’s placing a strand of hair behind her ear when her eyes drift away from Bucky, meeting Natasha’s across the room.

The redhead can’t look away, not even when she notices the woman is clearly flustered by her presence.

Sam has the decency to wait until she’s gone to approach Barnes.

“Is this why you bring cookies all the time?” he sing songs, wiggling his eyebrows.

“It’s not like that. Y/N is just a friend”

“A friend who brings you cookies to your place” Sam insists, making Natasha even more upset. “Damn, awesome cookies on top of that. Romanoff, try one”

“Pass” the redhead mumbles, staying in place. Even if you’re dating Barnes, she’s eager to learn more about you.

“It’s not like that. First of all, I don’t want to date. Second, she’s my friend. Plus, she likes broads”

“No one says broad anymore, man. And anyway, maybe she has a sister…” Sam looks up, scheming. Natasha snatches the cookie he’s holding. “You mind?”

She chuckles and walks away.

Damn, those are good cokies.

There is laughter coming from the kitchen.

Natasha hears Yelena and Clint, immediately assuming they are up to no good.

“You better not have eaten my… chips” she barges into the room, and it’s too late when she notices you’re there with them, while Bucky sits at the dining table.

“Your chips are safe, sestra” Yelena rolls her eyes. You chuckle and Natasha looks your way, trying to figure out if you’re annoyed at her sudden presence.

All you do is smile reassuringly, awkwardly waiting for her to say hello. Technically, you two haven’t been formally introduced.

“Want to join us? Y/N here is teaching me some basic baking to surprise Laura and the kids”

“I wouldn’t want to impose”

“You should join us”

Again, an awkward pause settles when you both speak at the same time.

“Alright” she nods and approaches the island, full of ingredients. You’ve barely started and you can already tell the Avengers are gonna be messy bakers.

“Lucky you, I have an extra apron” you offer, placing it over her head. Natasha fumbles with the strings and you smile, touching her lower back to keep her steady, securing it around her waist. “Here. Is that good?”

“Perfect” Natasha’s voice falters a little, but everyone knows better than to bring it up.

For the next hour, you take over the kitchen, giving what you’re hoping are clear instructions, supervising Clint while Yelena and Natasha team up to make some cookies.

“Don’t be gross” Natasha reprimands her sister as she licks the wooden spoon with the cookie mix.

“What? It’s delicious, here!” Yelena pushes the spoon all over Natasha’s face, practically forcing her to taste it.

“How’s everything going here?” you appear all of the sudden and at least Yelena stops annoying her sister.

“I was telling Natasha that my mix tastes delicious” the blonde argues. Before Nat can protest, you dip a finger in the mix and lick it clean.

You let out a low moan, nodding in approval.

“Nat, come on, you have to try it” you insist, bringing up the spoon close to her mouth. Her eyes never leave your face as she tastes the mix.

“Yeah, that’s… uh… delicious”

“Nice job, Widow team” and before you leave to check Clint isn’t burning the kitchen, you run your fingers across Natasha’s cheeks, flour spread across. You smile once you’re done. “All better”

You fail to notice the redhead blushing at the contact.

“Shut up!” Natasha grumbles at Yelena when the blonde cackles.

“I thought you were a spy! I can read you like an open book”

“No idea what you’re talking about, sis”

“Right”

Luckily for her, Clint is having trouble with his cupcakes, so you spend the next half hour supervising everything he does.

After putting everything in the oven and cleaning up, you all settle in the dining room next to Bucky. Natasha sits in front of you, hoping she can learn more about you.

Clint talks about his family and you listen intently. Just as Yelena is showing you pictures of Fanny, your phone pings and your hand flies to Bucky’s arm.

“Our movie!”

“Oh, damn” he checks his watch, offering his arm. “We better get going”

“I trust you can turn the oven off without blowing it all up” you ask, standing up and smiling at the group.

“We’ll manage” Yelena promises.

“You” you point at Bucky, smiling as he pouts. “bring the coat I left in your room, please”

“No popcorn if we’re late” he warns you and you roll your eyes.

“Enjoy the movie! And thanks for teaching me” Clint says.

“Anytime” you smile at him. You look at Natasha and you’re hesitant to say something, since she seems to be avoiding your eyes.

“Last one to the car buys the tickets” Bucky rushes past you.

“Not fair!” you squeal, leaving in a rush. “You’re cheating, Buck!!”

Natasha wishes she’d say something more.

The worst part is she has no idea when she’ll see you again.

—

Movie night was something Natasha usually avoided. For her, it was far more enjoyable to watch any film alone and say the lines along the characters.

Still, when Bucky mentioned he might bring a guest, she was suddenly interested in spending some time with the team.

“Hey, everyone” you greet, walking behind Bucky. “I brought some cookies and pie”

Sam cheers, but he sighs defeated when Bucky keeps staring at him.

“What, Barnes?”

“Move”

“No”

“Y/N and I can sit together. Move to that chair”

“Y/N can sit with me and you can sit on that chair” Sam shoots back.

“Guys, I really don’t mind…” you begin to say, looking over Bucky’s shoulder.

“She can sit with me” Natasha offers. Everyone turns, alarmed. Not only did she actively avoid most movie nights, Natasha also sat way in the back of the room to sneak out before it was over.

“Yeah, that works” you nod, hoping no one notices how nervous you suddenly are.

“Well, maybe we should let our guest pick the movie” Clint proposes.

“Not unless you want to watch Mean Girls” Bucky mumbles and you throw popcorn to the back of his head.

“Hey, that’s a good movie” Yelena chimes in and you nod.

“Yeah, but she only likes to watch it because she has a crush on that redhead girl”

“Oh” Clint perks up and you look down at your hands.

“That’s not the only reason…” you mumble but Bucky can’t keep his damn mouth shut.

“Yeah, you definitely have a thing for redheads. Remember that movie we watched with the spy? She was a redhead too”

“James, if you don’t stop talking” you threaten, pinching the bridge of your nose and clearly blushing.

Of course he’d say that right as you sit next to a redhead spy who happens to be literally perfect.

“Now I wanna watch that movie” Clint says, turning to the screen and searching for the title. You nod in confirmation when they find the movie and try to control your breathing.

As the film keeps going, you finally settle in your seat, leaning against Natasha.

“Sorry” you say but she just smiles, placing a cushion next to you. “Thank you”

“No problem”

“They all make it really hard to enjoy the movie” you laugh, watching the boys argue over what they would have done in the character’s situation.

“I know. This is why I prefer to skip movie night”

“But you stayed today” you turn around, looking at her for the first time.

“I don’t know” she shrugs, toying with her hands. “I guess I enjoy the company more than the movie”

“Well, you’re not asleep or asking too many questions so you’re already better than Buck” you both laugh at that.

“There’s this movie…”

“I was thinking…”

Again, you speak at the same time, but Natasha looks more mortified than you.

“What are we watching? Who are you?” Tony Stark appears out of nowhere, talking a mile per second. Before you can answer anything, he’s already tasting a cookie and speaking again. “You made these? Can you make like 300 of these for my kid’s birthday party?”

“Uh.. yeah. I can”

“Happy will send the details. Really great cookies” he says before disappearing.

“Sorry, he runs on caffeine and God complex” Natasha mumbles.

“What just happened?”

“I think Tony hired you for Morgan’s party” Natasha whispers, leaning against you.

“That’s what I thought. Wow” you look back to Bucky and lean forward, whispering in his ear. Natasha feels a surge of jealousy as he takes your hand and squezzes reassuringly.

“If you’re sure it’s alright” you confirm, going back to your seat.

“Yes, doll” he winks and you smile.

You’re no longer paying attention to the movie, focused on all the ingredients and work you’ll need to bake 300 freakin cookies in a week.

“What’s your type?” you blurt out all of the sudden.

“Excuse me?” Natasha blinks a couple of times.

“Chocolate, red velvet, chocolate chips, vanilla” you mention all the flavors as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’d go with chips. But red velvet is good too”

“Yeah, I like reds too. I mean velvet. But also… yeah. Redheads” you stumble with your words, hoping the blush on your cheeks is not so visible.

Natasha chuckles and whispers in your ear.

“You’ve got good taste, if I do say so myself”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” she nods and you smile.

You’d definitely forgotten how long the movie is because once the credits are rolling, you’re fast asleep, head resting on Natasha’s shoulder.

“Come here. You can stay in my room” Bucky offers and you barely notice his movements.

“She can take my bed” Natasha says a little too quickly. Yelena has better sense to keep quiet about it.

“It’s fine. I usually sleep on the floor” he says, and you walk behind him, eyes barely open.

“Night, Tasha” you wave before going inside the room.

How she wished it was hers and not Bucky’s.

Next week goes by in a blur as you get ready to prepare 300 cookies and a birthday cake for the Starks.

Apparently, Morgan is in her fairy stage so everything requires sparkles and rainbows.

“Come on, fellas, chop, chop!” you walk in front of Bucky, Steve and Sam, all of them carring trays. You give them instructions to place everything.

The party is taking place in an open space, with bounce houses in the shape of castles and a playground.

Yelena is jumping around with Morgan in her arms, while Clint chases after his kids.

“This ok?” Sam says, his hands hovering over the trays he set down. You look over his shoulder and smile approvingly, squeezing his arm.

“Perfect, soldier”

He chuckles nervously and waits until you’re gone to speak to Steve.

“Yeah, ok, I see why Barnes lets her boss him around”

“I got a feeling someone else would like to be bossed around too” Steve looks over at Natasha, following your every move as you help Bucky carry the cake.

“Oh, damn. She’s gonna turn greener than Banner” Sam says as you stand on the tip of your toes to clean some of the glitter that got to Bucky’s cheek.

“Ew” he protests when you lick your thumb and then clean his face.

“Suck it up, Barnes” you say but he’s already laughing.

Tony meets you at the table, looking over at all the cookies and the cake.

“This is perfect! Pepper asked me to take care of one thing and that was the cake. So I’m certainly out of danger” he picks one of the cookies and bites, humming appreciatevly. “You’re staying, right?”

“Well…” you turn to Bucky and he offers his arm. “Alright”

You end up sitting next to Natasha.

“Hi” she says, trying to think of something to ask you.

“Doll, try this” Bucky calls over, handing you a tray of food and you moan as you taste it.

“Holy crap, this is delicious”

“If only Stark had more than one kid to throw a party to” Sam sighs. “By the way, I fully expect it to be named after me if you have another one. I saved your ass on that last mission”

“Not fair, I’m always saving his ass” Natasha protests.

“Well, we already named Nathaniel after you” Clint points out.

“That’s after you? That is so cute” you comment and Natasha blushes.

“Why are you all arguing? There is no child to name” Tony argues.

“We always gotta argue over something” Steve points out.

“Here” Tony sets a tray with some cookies and eadible decoration. “Whoever does the best cookie will name my hypothetical child. Y/N will pick a winner”

“Fine. But I’m leaving to get a drink. Surprise me when I get back” you get up, but lean forward to whisper in Natasha’s ear. “Good luck”

You wander around for a little, stopping to talk to Yelena and greet Morgan. Once they go back to playing, you walk over to get a drink.

“We’re gonna need five more minutes” Sam shouts at you, while the rest of them argues over what they’re doing.

“Take all the time you need” you say raising your drink, looking amused.

“So, which one is yours?” a brunette with long, wavy hair approaches you.

“The one with the metal arm and permanent frown”

“Oh, that’s neat. I didn’t know Bucky was dating someone”

“What? No. No, we’re just friends” you look back again, this time focusing on Natasha. “Plus, I think an Avenger is way out of my league”

“Well I think it’s the opposite. They could use someone who is normal, to bring them back to Earth. I know Clint does”

“So, you’re Laura!” you finally connect the dots and smile at her. “I’ve heard so much about you”

“All good things, I hope”

“The best, I promise” you’re tempted to ask how close she is to Natasha, considering one of their children is named after her, but just as you’re about to speak, Tony calls you back to the table. “Gotta make sure they’re playing nice”

“Good luck” Laura nods.

“Alright, kids. What have you got for me?” you look to the center of the table.

“There can only be one winner” Tony warns you and you nod.

One of them is decorated with the Falcon’s symbol, so it is not a mystery who did it. Most of them just have simple shapes done with frosting and sprinkles added on top.

But there’s one that stands out.

“This one” you immediately pick it up, admiring the work. Chocolate chips are forming a circle, simulating the seeds of a sunflower, while the petals are done with yellow frosting.

“That’s mine” Natasha says, smiling at you.

“It’s really beautiful, Nat”

“Not fair, I demand a trial by combat” Sam complains, but the redhead levels him with a glare.

“Can I sit now and enjoy my drink?” you plead, taking your place next to Natasha. Admiring the cookie, you put it aside. “Really nice job, Miss Romanoff”

“Thank you” she smiles again. “It reminded me of you. I mean, you were wearing a sunflower dress the first time I saw you” Natasha stutters, playing with the ends of her hair.

“That time I went to see Bucky at the Compound? I remember”

“I was a little jealous”

“What for?” you say, amused at the idea.

“That you were there to see him. I just thought how lucky he was”

“Well, whenever you want me to be there to see you, just ask”

Natasha keeps smiling, even hours later when she realises you uploaded a picture of the cookie next to a heart.

Yelena won’t shut up about it for the next week.

The Avenger’s gym is the last place Natasha would expect to see you and yet, there you are, chatting and joking with Sam and Bucky.

Clint’s the only one to notice Natasha stares a second too long, but keeps quiet about it.

You do some cardio and warm up, complaining the whole time. When Bucky starts doing push ups, you climb to his back and sit, asking him all the time if he’s tired.

He pretends he can’t hear you.

“We could be at the movies right now” you mumble and of course Bucky hears that.

“Exercise is good for you”

“Then why do I feel like I’m having a heart attack?” you shoo him away, sitting on the floor and sighing. Natasha is behind you, throwing some punches and sneaking glances at you.

“Should have invited your girlfriend” Clint sits next to you.

“Huh? I don’t have a girlfriend, Clint”

“Oh, the girl that drove you here” he says casually, knowing full well Natasha can, and is in fact, hearing everything.

“No, that’s April. My friend, who is VERY interested in Bucky” you try to get your friend’s attention but he ignores you. “Ass”

“I take it you’re not a fan of working out either”

“Is that so hard to tell? There’s just this really weird guy around my building and he’s not dangerous at all, but Bucky insists that I need to learn self defense. Or at least be able to run without keeling over”

“Well, we could teach you, right Natasha?” Clint perks up and you look behind you, blushing at the idea of being so close to her. On those very form fitting workout clothes, you might add.

And of course, you’re sure you’ll make a total fool of yourself in front of her.

“Yeah” she mumbles and then clears her throat, making sure her voice is more firm. “Yes, we can”

The three of you stand in the sparring mats, and Clint starts by asking you to throw a punch. He catches your wrist and shows you your own hand.

“Congrats, you broke your thumb”

“Huh?”

“Thumb goes curled below your tucked fingers” Natasha jumps in, being more gentle with her movements. She takes your hands, and shows you the correct way to make a fist.

You only nod to show you understand, sure that your voice will break otherwise.

After that, they teach you a couple of moves and it turns into something actually fun. Natasha thinks it’s adorable how you celebrate everytime you get something right.

“I think Natasha should fight you to practise some moves” Clint says after a while, trying to hide his smirk.

“What?” you both say, looking at each other.

“She’ll go easy on you, right, Nat?”

“Yeah. We’ll go easy. Don’t worry” she squeezes your shoulder and you blush again.

“Alright, do we have a set of rules?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like Cobra Kai, strike first, no mercy? No? Nothing?” you insist as they look at each other. “Well, at least now I know what we’re all watching for next movie night”

Natasha begins to walk towards you, while Clint reminds you the basics of the training. She throws a very slow, gentle punch and you manage to get out of the way.

“Fuck yeah” but a second later, she comes behind you and locks you in a tight position.

“Don’t lose your focus” she whispers in your ear and you’re sure your brain stops working completely.

As she lets go of you, you start all over again. Natasha goes slowly at first, but increases speed when you gain confidence, making sure you’ll be able to anticipate her moves.

At some point, however, her muscle memory gets the best of her. After throwing a punch of your own, she completely defies gravity, her legs going around you and throwing you to the ground.

There’s a moment of silence when you both land on the floor, Natasha on top of you. She stares wide eyed for a second, until you erupt in laughter.

“Holy shit! That was so fucking cool!! Can we do it again?”

“Are you ok?” she says, not leaving her place on top of you.

The proximity and how hot it was to see her do that make you a bit bolder, so you wrap your legs around her waist and squeeze.

“Oh, I’d say this is more than ok, Romanoff”

Her eyes grow darker at your words.

“Alright, I wanted her to work out, not kill her” Bucky jumps in and Natasha stands up. You miss the weight of her body.

“I’m fine, Grumps” you take Bucky’s hand and stand up, a bit disheveled.

“Fine, I give up, let’s go to the movies”

“You’re no fun” you complain, laughing at how annoyed he is.

You wink at Natasha, leaving after your best friend.

“So when are you asking her out?” Clint grumbles.

He isn’t prepared for the leg sweep Natasha throws his way.

“Damn it, Tasha, I’m trying to help”

—

Clint was right, but he’d never hear Natasha admit it. She should ask you out.

But there’s one thing she needs to do first.

Just as every morning, Bucky is going at war with one of the punching bags. She knows better than to speak to him, which is why alarm bells immediately ring for the soldier when Natasha approaches.

“Hey, Barnes”

“Romanoff” he groans in acknowledgement, hoping that the exchange stays at that.

It doesn’t.

“I wanted to ask you something” Natasha waits a second, hoping he will engage but he keeps punching and grunting. “It’s about Y/N”. At the mention of your name, he punches just a little harder, and faster.

Natasha realises it won’t go well, but she’s too far gone to take it back.

“Can I ask her out?” the redhead blurts out, a bit too rushed.

“I don’t know, can you?” Bucky grumbles and she rolls her eyes.

“You know what I mean”

“You’re both adults, nobody needs my permission and it’s certainly none of my business” he finally stops throwing punches, but refuses to meet Natasha’s eyes, going to fetch his water bottle.

“But you don’t approve”

“It doesn’t matter”

“It matters to me” Natasha insists and he finally turns around, annoyed.

“I don’t want her to get hurt”

“And you think I will hurt her”

“I just don’t know if any of us has a shot at a normal life with the way we live”

“Clint has a family, they make it work alright”

“Sorry, is this just about a date or are you asking for her hand in marriage?” he snaps.

“I… I don’t know. I’ve never thought about my life in that way”

There it is.

“When you date someone, there are expectations. I’m just saying you need to make sure you’re ready to meet them”

“Fine, forget I even asked”

Bucky calls after her but she’s gone in the blink of an eye.

—

It’s very clear to everyone that Natasha is in a mood.

Yelena is the only that actively engages with her sister, though her efforts to cheer her up are in vain. It all clicks into place when it’s movie night and you’re there, but she isn’t.

“No Nat tonight?” you seem disappointed and the blonde perks up.

“She’s on a mission”

“Nothing dangerous, I hope” you try to hide how anxious you actually sound.

“She’ll be back in a day or two” Steve eases your nerves and you nod.

The whole time, Bucky is frowning, barely paying attention to the movie.

“I’m getting more popcorn” you announce to no one in particular, leaving the seat next to your best friend empty. Yelena leans forward, whispering in Russian.

“What the hell happened?”

“It’s nothing”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire” Yelena pulls him by the ear, just as you go back into the room.

“That only works in English” he bites back, rubbing his ear.

“What does?” you chime in, taking your seat again and they both pretend to be focused on the film.

Yelena doesn’t let it go, however. Just like her sister, she decides to interrupt James’ workout time.

The blonde is a little less sublte, unplugging the treadmill and making him fall to the ground.

“Stay down” she commands, her accent thicker than usual. “Barnes, whatever it is you said or did, you better fix it”

“Or what?”

“Or I will annoy you every day for the rest of our lives until one of us is dead. My first thought was attaching magnets to your arm. Nothing dangerous, something silly like those that are shaped like letters. I thought about spelling “STUPID” with them” she lets out a chuckle at that. “Yeah, that would be actually very funny. I also thought about calling Papa and telling him you want to train with him. And you know how annoying he gets around other super soldiers.”

“Fine. I’ll fix it”

Bucky can’t take another one of Alexei’s visits.

“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear” she smiles, as if she wasn’t ready to kill him.

Natasha is at the kitchen island, eating some cereal and thinking about the movie night she missed. And how she missed you.

It’s probably for the best, seeing as Bucky doesn’t agree with the idea of you dating.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a constant buzzing. The redhead looks around, puzzled by the sound until she spots Bucky’s phone.

She gulps when she sees your name on the screen. You call two more times and by the third one, she decides to pick up.

What if it’s an emergency?

“Did you have a senior moment and forget you were supposed to help me with my apartment?” you say, amused.

“Uh… hi.”

“Nat? Is Buck ok?” you say, anxious.

“Yeah, he’s fine. He left for a mission. Won’t be back for a couple of days. Guess he forgot his phone”

“Oh” you sigh with relief. “That’s weird, I thought he was leaving tomorrow. Thanks for letting me know”

“Do you need any help?” Natasha asks, in spite of everything. She can’t stop herself if there’s a chance she could see you.

“I do, but don’t feel like you have to help me. I’m sure you’re tired from your mission”

“It’s ok, just a short recon and some doors to knock down” she smiles, playing with the food on her plate. You laugh at her casual tone.

“Did you do the thing with your legs? I’m so jealous of those bad guys right now”

She’s glad you can’t see her, because Natasha’s cheeks are as red as her hair.

“Anyway, if your offer stands, give me your number and I’ll text you the address”

“You got it”

—

Natasha is alarmed at the speed of your steps after her first knock. Her hand is still in the air, ready to hit the door again when you open it and look at both sides of the hall.

“Quick, come in” you pull her by the belt loop of her jeans, surprising Natasha with your strenght.

“What’s…”

“Y/N, is that you?” a voice says and you curse under your breath. Pulling Natasha back, you peak past the door and smile. She tries to control her breathing at how close you are, especially with those shorts and tank top.

“Hi, Mrs. Patmore” you say to the woman, hoping the conversation is quick.

“Is James there?” she asks, fixing her gray hair and pushing up her big glasses.

“No, no, Mrs. Patmore, it’s just my friend Nat”

“Oh, well” the woman looks disappointed and you try to stiffle a laugh. “Let me know when he comes over and I’ll make him some sandwiches”

“Yes, Mrs. Patmore” you begin to close the door, relieved when your neighbour goes back to her own apartment. “Sorry about that. My 70 year old neighbour is a bit in love with Buck”

“Oh, is she?” Natasha says in a tone that lets you know she’ll use this information for her own benefit.

“It’s sweet except when we’re late for something and she keeps talking to him”

“Well, she’s still too young for him”

You snort at that.

“Never thought about it that way”

Natasha feels a surge of pride for making you laugh. It’s quickly forgotten when you take her hand and lead her around the house, giving her a quick tour.

“Buck was supposed to help me paint the bedroom and assemble the bed. Got a new one because my back was killing me”

“Alright, let’s get to work”

“Not in those clothes. Bet that jacket costs more than my couch”

“Oh, it’s fine”

“No worries, I got you” you ease the other woman, handing over a lose t-shirt and another pair of shorts.

She looks way too good wearing something so simple.

Time passes by and as you paint the room, soft music plays in the background.

“Can I ask you something?” her voice interrupts the comfortable silence and you hum. “How did you meet Bucky?”

You chuckle at the memory.

“Went in to my store crying about a surprise party and how the cake was his responsibility but he had no idea what to bring. So I helped him. Came back to thank me a few days later. I thought he was a mess. But a nice one” you smile.

“That was for my birthday” she informs you. “And he was right, that was the best cake I’ve ever had”

“Thank you” you blush a little. “I kinda figured it was for you since he said it was for a pain in his ass with very red hair and a hate for birthdays”

“What an ass” Natasha mutters and you laugh. “I really thought you were dating… I mean I guess it’s easy for people to assume since you’re so close”

“He’s not my type because I’m… well, gay. But he is my best friend. I want him to be happy, even if he thinks he doesn’t deserve it. And he’s kind and has a big heart. As much as he tries to hide it. He’s my Grumps” you say affectionately.

Natasha regrets bringing it up. Now she knows for sure she could never ask you out. She’ll screw up and then things will be awkward for everyone.

You finish painting and then wait a little while for the walls to dry. It doesn’t escape you that Natasha seems lost in her thoughts but you let her be, bringing out the assembly manual for the new bedframe.

The first fifteen minutes are spent reading it over and over again.

“Everything alright?” Natasha says, clearly amused and your frown deepens.

“It’s like it’s written in Russian”

“Well, lucky for you…” she smiles and you roll your eyes.

“Fine, if you think you’re so good at it” you hand over the manual and smile, bringing your face closet to her, eyes darting to her mouth. “I’m gonna make us a snack”

“Y-yeah. Ok”

You smile, glad to have corrected some of her smugness and go back to your kitchen to get something to eat. The redhead is stubborn, and won’t eat until she’s done with the bed.

“Is this how all spies act? I swear I’m arguing with Grumps” you mumble but she doesn’t even listen, shooing you out of your own room with a flick of her hand.

Giving up, you scroll on your phone, answering messages about new orders for the bakery.

“Done!” Natasha claps her hands together and you leave your seat at the bar stool to inspect the work.

“I’m impressed”

“It was nothing” Natasha says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Except there are some nails and pieces left there” you point with a smirk to the floor.

“Those are spare parts” she sounds less convinced this time and you approach the bed.

“So if I were to, you know, jump here, it wouldn’t just fall to the floor?”

“I stand by my work”

“Huh” you sit down, feeling the sturdiness of the frame. “Well, that’s only me, but if we…�� you think out loud with a smirk, and before Natasha knows it you pull her down with you.

She lands on top of you, and she can feel you shaking with laughter beneath her.

“Gotcha” you say, looking up and Natasha smiles. She doesn’t have time to pull away when you kiss her, slowly but passionately.

“Can I take you out as a thank you for helping me today?”

“I’d love that…” she smiles, but a second later remembers why she shouldn’t, so she stands up.

“But…” you sit up too, watching her expectantly.

“I don’t want to make things awkward”

“Whatever it is Bucky told you, please ignore it. I’m sure he means well but I’m a grown woman and I can make my own decisions. I really like you, Nat”

“I like you too” she smiles, wondering if it’s selfish of her to give up so easily.

“Leave Grumps to me” you promise, pulling her back down to the bed. “And meet me back here at 7. We’re having dinner to celebrate”

“Ok” she nods and you kiss her again, smiling against her lips.

It’s nice to be home, Bucky realises once the Quinjet lands and he sets foot in the Compound.

He’s in a hurry to check his phone and call you. He spent this week planning how to fix his mistake with Natasha.

“Hey, Grumps. Who you calling?” a familiar voice says behind him, and he turns around to see you entering the kitchen.

“Ah. You”

“Well, I’m right here”

“How did you know I was coming home today?”

“I didn’t. I’m here to see Natasha. For our third date” you shrug your shoulders and smile. You’ve practically spent every moment together after fixing your apartment.

“But when… how…?”

“I’m the one who asked her out, if you must know. And I don’t know what happened before but it doesn’t matter” you reach out for his hand and smile. “You are my best friend and nothing changes that. I’m still going to go with you to all those silly horror movies”

“I just want you to be happy”

“I am. And I love you, even if you act weird when I say it out loud”

“Agh, too much emotion for me” he pretends to run away, but you hug him and he gives up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey… everything good?” Natasha walks in, looking between you two. Bucky stops smiling and walks up, dangerously close.

“Uh, Buck?” you say, holding your breath.

“She’s my best friend. Don’t hurt her”

“I won’t. I promise.” Natasha gives in and you come between them.

“Jeez, sooo much drama. I’m just a baker, you guys. Chill out. Come on, before we miss our movie, unless Bucky wants to join us and watch the most recent rom com?”

“Pass” he says, picking up his bag and sprinting down the hall. You both laugh at the way we practically slams his door.

“Alright, what time is our movie?” Natasha says and you put your hands around her neck, pecking her lips.

“Actually, I was thinking we could…” you play with the lapel of her leather jacket, and smile. “Test how strong the bed actually is… you know what I mean?”

“Yeah” she nods and you smile against her lips.

“I told you” you laugh against Natasha’s neck and she chuckles. The bed gave in after 15 minutes of some very intense make out session.

Not that it stopped either one of you.

“Well, in my defense the manual was most definitely not written in Russian”

“I’ll tell Grumps to fix it”

“Make sure he knows why we broke it”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you smile, your hand going up and down her toned abs.

“Kidding me? I get to brag about being with you and make him uncomfortable. Double prize”

“Evil” you both laugh.

“What you thinking about?” Natasha says after a moment of silence.

“What’s your favorite thing I do? Cookies or cupcakes?”

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“Yeah” you sound hesitant, feeling a bit silly now that it’s out there.

“Let… me… think” Natasha kisses every inch of your face between words. “My favorite thing… are your kisses”

“Sap” you say, melting at her intense gaze. “In that case...”

You lean forward, your lips moving against hers slowly.

There’s no rush, with Natasha next to you in a broken bed.

You’re the happiest you’ve ever been.

#Natasha Romanoff x Reader #Natasha Romanoff x You #Natasha Romanoff x Y/N #Natasha Romanoff Imagine

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Feels Like Home [08]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language. Smut. Probably NSFW (Finally, right?)

Word count: 5.7k

AN: It’s probably weird to say this about your own writing, but I love this part. Mostly because I’m a sucker for a nice full circle moment but also because I’ve grown these three characters so much. I hope you like it as much as I do ♥

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A quick glance at your watch tells you you’ve got about thirty minutes left until Ellie wakes up from her nap and even though there are still some chores you need to do, you decide to grab yourself a cup of coffee and sit outside on the porch for a bit, so you can try to figure out how to talk to Granddad about maybe hiring a farmhand. Not just to help you out now but also after, when you’re- When he’s fully recovered. It’s definitely too much work for one person and even Granddad fully recovers, he’s seventy-eight, you’re not sure if he’ll be able to manage the growing herd of alpacas.

You’re a little lost in thoughts when you hear a car come down the driveway, a blue Toyota you think you recognise from somewhere, and so you stand up, ready to greet your visitors, wondering who it can be.

Are you a little surprised to see Grace and Joe step out of the car? Yes.

Maybe.

Ok, not really.

“Hello sweetheart,” Grace says as she walks over to you. She kisses your cheek before she hugs you, holding you tight.

“Hi,”

When you let go of her Joe is already waiting, wrapping his arms around you carefully, “Hiya.”

“What-” You look from Joe to Grace and back, “What are you doing here?”

Joe lets go of you and nods to Grace, “It was her idea.”

Grace smacks his chest, “Hey. No.” She lets out a laugh then and shrugs, “Well, it was but-”

“Daniel called you, didn’t he?”

“Yes,” Grace nods, taking your hand in hers. “I mean, I had plans to come visit you soon anyway, you know, have a cuppa together, but when Danny called us yesterday and said you had two new alpacas to take care of, well-” She squeezes your hand, “We figured we’d come over and see if there’s anything we can help with.”

“Plus, it’s been too long since I’ve seen old Oscar,” Joe says from where he’s standing behind Grace. “I was long overdue for a visit anyway.”

You’ve been a little on edge ever since Daniel left but so far you’ve been pretty good at hiding it, at not letting your emotions get the best of you, but now- You lower your eyes and bite your lip but it’s no use because once you blink the tears are streaming down your face.

“Hey, no,” Grace says, her voice soft and soothing. She pulls you in for another hug, her hands rubbing your back, “It’s ok, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry,” you manage in between sobs. “It’s just- I- The girls- And Ellie- And-”

“Ssh,” Grace shakes her head. “It’s ok.” She holds you a little longer, waits until you’ve calmed down before she lets go of you and puts her hands on your arms, making you look at her, “We’re here for you, ok? Joe can take Oscar to go check on the girls for a bit and I will stay here with you so we can do whatever needs to be done around the house, ok?”

“Thank you.” You use the sleeve of your sweater to dry your eyes and try to smile.

Grace tuts, “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” She nods towards the house, “Why don’t we go inside?”

Granddad greets Grace and Joe like they’re old friends and you find out they’ve seen each other a few times before, when Daniel first moved in. Joe and Granddad settle into some easy banter between them and it isn’t long before they head outside, so Joe can take him to Eagle’s Nest and check up on the rest of the paddocks.

You hear Ellie call for you from upstairs then and so you excuse yourself and tell Grace you’ll be right back. Ellie’s waiting for you in her cot, looking at you expectantly, as if she knows someone else is here.

“Hi bub,” you pick her up and head to the changing table so you can change her into her clothes. “Guess who’s here?”

Ellie’s eyes grow wide, “Danny?”

Your heart. Oh, your heart when you see her smile drop, “Danny’s in Mexico remember?.” You press a kiss to her forehead, “But Grace and Joe are here. You remember them?”

Ellie seems to think about that for a second and then nods, “Danny home.”

“Yeah, bub,” you tell her, picking her up and settling her on your hip, “they’re Daniel’s mum and dad.”

When you get downstairs you find Grace in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher. Her smile grows wide when she sees Ellie, “Hello pretty girl.”

You put Ellie down in her high chair so you can warm up her bottle of milk and when Grace asks you what else she can do you want to tell her it’s fine, that you’ll manage, but one stern look from her makes you swallow your words and give her your to-do list instead.

Grace busies herself with the laundry and Ellie insists on helping her and so you find yourself in the living room, tidying up and cleaning the floors and windows. It takes a little under two hours but then the living room is clean again, all the laundry is folded and put away, a new load in the machine, and the kitchen is looking like a kitchen again instead of a storage room.

By the time you are finished, Granddad and Joe make it back as well and all of a sudden you find yourself on the front porch, enjoying a cup of coffee with Daniel’s parents, Granddad, and your daughter, who’s happy with her fruit pouch, sitting in Joe’s lap.

After half an hour Granddad announces he’s going inside to take a quick nap, which Grace and Joe take as their cue to leave.

“Thank you so much,” you tell them before you give each of them a hug. “I really appreciate it.”

“It was our pleasure, sweetheart,” Grace tells you with a kind smile. She hands you a piece of paper then, “These are mine and Joe’s numbers. Promise me you’ll call if you need anything? We’re happy to help, whether it’s watching Ellie for a few hours, or-”

“Thank you,” you tell her, carefully folding the paper and putting it in your back pocket, knowing there’s no use in protesting.

“We’re flying out to Abu Dhabi on the sixteenth for Danny’s last race,” she says, “but until then we’re here.”

***

Brazil is- It’s a race he’d rather forget. A collision with Magnussen on the first lap means Daniel is out of the race before it’s even started and he spends the remainder of the seventy laps watching the race from the garage. They leave for Abu Dhabi the next day and the knowledge that it’s his last ever race for McLaren makes him actually look forward to the last race of the season.

His parents come in on Wednesday and if he gets a little emotional when he hugs his mum, so what? It’s been a long time since he last saw her and it’s an emotional weekend as is.

Daniel finishes ninth in the race and brings home a few points that in the end don’t make that much of a difference in the constructor’s championship but he feels good about. The team throws him a small farewell party after the race and he spends most of Monday a little hungover and vowing to himself he’s never going to drink again.

By the time Tuesday comes around and it’s time for their weekly call, Daniel feels giddy with excitement, knowing that the next time he’ll talk to her won’t be over the phone.

She picks up on the first ring and smiles into the camera, Ellie sitting in her lap with an equally bright smile, “Hi.”

“Hi,” he feels his grin grow ever wider.

“You’ve made it,” she says, hugging Ellie closer to her. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Daniel admits easily enough. “I’m glad it’s over. I uh-” He runs his hand over his face and shrugs, “Yeah.”

“And then tomorrow-”

“Yep,” he answers, knowing what it is she wanted to say.

“I’m really happy for you, Daniel,” she says. He can see Ellie nod in agreement even though he doubts the little girl knows what’s going on. “When-” She looks at him with a shy smile, “When are you flying back?”

“Next Monday, but it’s a late flight so-”

“That’s ok,” she answers. “There’s no rush.”

Daniel disagrees. He can’t wait.

***

You angle your phone towards Granddad, “Look, it’s official. Daniel’s back at Red Bull.”

Granddad nods, “Good.”

“He’s not driving though-” You frown as you read the caption of the Instagram post, “They’ve made him their third driver-”

“That’s good,” Granddad says with a mischievous smile. “He’s getting the best of both worlds, sweetheart. There’s no pressure anymore.” He chuckles then, “I can’t wait to hear what shit excuse McLaren comes up with next year, when their cars still aren’t performing and they figure out maybe it had nothing to do with Danny.”

“Granddad-”

“What?” Granddad feigns innocence with a cheeky smile, “Don’t tell me you’re not thinking the same thing.”

***

It’s close to ten when they finally make it back to his place, their flight delayed because of bad weather over Sri Lanka and a long wait at baggage claim despite their priority tags. Daniel’s happy to be back on his farm but he wishes they could have made it earlier so he could at least have gone over to see her.

“I’ll see you in two weeks, yeah?” Blake’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

Daniel nods and leans over the centre console to give his best friend a hug. “Thanks, mate,” Daniel says, patting Blake’s back, “for everything.” There’s a weight behind Daniel’s words that he hopes Blake understands.

“Absolutely no worries.” Blake lets go of him and pats Daniel’s cheek, “I’m glad we’re back.”

Daniel nods, understanding exactly what Blake means, “Yeah.”

“You need me to help you with your bags?”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks” Daniel says as he gets out. He grabs his backpack from the backseat, already using the one Red Bull gave him, before he takes his two duffel bags out of the trunk. He taps the side of the car and waits until Blake has driven off before he makes his way over to the house, putting his bags down on the porch so he can take his keys out of his pocket.

He drops his bags in the mudroom, deciding he’ll unpack them tomorrow because he desperately wants to take a shower first. The lights in the kitchen are on and he isn’t surprised to see there’s a note from his mum on the counter, letting him know she came by earlier today to sort through his mail and do a bit of cleaning. He’s already talked to her while he was waiting for his luggage but still he sends her a message to thank her and to tell her he’s made it back.

After a quick shower he finds himself back downstairs, wearing a comfy t-shirt and a pair of shorts hanging low on his hips. It’s still nice enough to sit outside and so Daniel grabs a beer from his fridge, sending a silent ‘thank you’ to his parents for making sure it’s fully stocked with food and drinks, and heads to his front porch. Or tries to anyway, because all of a sudden his intercom rings and with a confused frown he answers it, “Hello?”

***

Even though you try not to speed down his driveway, you still make it to the house in under a minute, Daniel waiting for you on the back porch. It’s been sixty-three days since you last saw him and it both feels like it was only yesterday and a lifetime ago and your heart seems to be bursting at the seams while doing somersault after somersault.

And if you park your car rather haphazardly, well, so what?

Taking a deep breath for no other reason than to not feel like you’re about to lose it, you unbuckle your seatbelt and step outside and all of a sudden Daniel’s right there and cupping your face. He pushes you against the car gently but there’s a sense of urgency when he captures your mouth in a desperate kiss. You close your eyes and moan into the kiss as your hands grab onto the fabric of his t-shirt, needing something to hold onto.

His teeth graze over your lower lip and when you open your mouth he licks inside without hesitating and fuck, that feels good.

Your hands have found their way into his hair, pulling him closer to you so you can deepen the kiss, and you hook one of your legs behind his, needing more of him.

Daniel pulls back then, panting, and lets his forehead rests against yours, “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

You wrap your hands around his neck and pull him close, breathing him in, “I’ve missed you too.”

“How did you-”

“Your mum called me after you texted her earlier.” You let go of him and cup his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks and feeling yourself getting a little lost in those big brown eyes, that seem to be just a little watery, “I really wanted to see you.”

He lets out a shaky breath, “How long can you stay?”

“We’ve got all night,” you whisper back and give him another kiss. “Ellie’s with Granddad.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, going in for another kiss because now that he's back you're not sure you ever want to let him go.

“How’s Oscar doing? Back to his-”

“Daniel,” you groan, dropping your head against his shoulder. “We are so not talking about Granddad right now.”

Daniel laughs, “Noted.”

“Good.” You look up at him and roll the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth, “‘Cause I’m gonna need you to kiss me again.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” Daniel says in between kisses. “I’m planning on doing a whole lot more than that.”

***

They make it to his bedroom eventually, both of them a little out of breath and a lot turned on. Daniel's never not touching her, as if he wants physical proof that she is really here, as if she might disappear when he lets go of her.

"Daniel-" she breathes, tilting her head back to give him better access to where he is sucking in the pulse point in her neck.

He lets his teeth graze over her skin before he swirls his tongue over the now sensitive spot, drawing another moan from her. There's entirely too many layers of clothes between them, he decides, and so he lets his fingers dance from her hips to her shoulders, hooking them under the straps of her dress. Daniel kisses his way back to her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip, and pushes the straps down her arms.

She shivers and he's worried he's overstepped but then she pulls back a little and looks up at him with a cheeky smile as she tugs on her dress to let it fall to her feet until she stands there in nothing but her bra and panties.

Daniel feels his mouth go dry because she looks absolutely gorgeous, all soft curves and glowing skin and he has to tell her, has to let her know and so he licks his lips and swallows hard, "Fuck, you're beautiful."

She lowers her eyes and he sees the minute shake of her head, like she doesn't believe him.

Fine, he thinks. I'll prove it to you then. Daniel takes a step closer and puts two fingers underneath her chin to make her look up at him. He sees her biting her lip and dips his head, kissing the corner of her mouth and smiling into the kiss when he feels the tension drain from her body. He cups her face and gently walks her backwards towards his bed, making her sit down on the edge before he pulls back and locks eyes with her, "Absolutely gorgeous."

He grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, not caring to see where it lands. She catches on quickly and brings her knees to her chest so she can scoot backwards, watching him as he climbs onto the bed with her.

She leans back on her elbows and he puts his knees on either side of her hips so he can lean forward and capture her mouth for another kiss. When she lies down he follows her willingly, deepening the kiss by licking into her mouth before he sucks on her tongue so he can taste her.

When he pulls back she whimpers but then he kisses his way down to the swell of her breasts and the whimper turns into a moan when he pushes the fabric of her bra aside and swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud. It makes her arch her back and he can feel himself grow hard when she rakes her nails over his back. Daniel cups her other breast with his hand, his thumb rubbing her hard nipple over the fabric, and marvels at the way her breathing picks up.

“Dan-” She tugs on his hair gently, leading him back to her mouth for another kiss and he can feel her smile against his lips when she says, “I need-”

“Tell me what you need, babe,” he whispers, mouth close to her ear now. “Tell me exactly what you need and I’ll give it to you. Everything.”

“I need more,” she tells him without hesitating. “I need you inside of me. I want to feel you.”

And fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing anyone has every said to him. Daniel lets go of her and slides down the bed, hooking his fingers behind the elastic of her panties so he can take them down with him, while she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor without looking. When he stands at the edge of the bed so he can take his shorts off, he can’t stop looking at her, finds himself mesmerised by her body - the softness of her stomach, her plump breasts and-

Daniel makes quick work of undressing and then he’s back on the bed, kneeling in between her now spread legs, letting his fingers roam over her legs before he leans down and presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh, muttering a quiet, “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” against her skin. He slowly, slowly makes his way to her sex, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake before he lets his thumb run through her folds, amazed by how wet she already is.

“Dan-"

She doesn't say anything else but he knows exactly what it is she wants from him and so he dips his head and lets his tongue follow the earlier path of his thumb before he swirls it around her clit. Her hands are in his hair again, keeping him there where she needs him most, and he is more than happy to oblige because he can feel himself already starting to become addicted to her taste.

***

"That's it," you whisper when Daniel bends the two fingers he has inside of you just right. "Don't stop. Don't-"

Daniel doubles his efforts, nose against your clit as his mouth joins his fingers, his beard burning the skin of your thighs in the most exhilarating way.

"Dan," you warn him, your breathing becoming more and more erratic and your body tensing up, preparing for what is to come. "I'm gonna- Shit. Right there, baby. Don't stop. Please. Please, please, please."

He does as he's told and continues his attack on your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you and it's too much, it's-

Your orgasm washes over you, offering the sweet release you've been craving for so long. Daniel slows his movements but doesn't stop, helping you down from you high at a leisurely pace, as if you've got all the time in the world. You guess maybe you do.

When you finally stop shaking and your breathing is back to normal, Daniel pushes himself off and up so he is face to face with you. There's a soft smile playing on his lips but then he dips his head and kisses you, letting you taste yourself and it's almost enough to make you come again. Bucking your hips you feel his erection press against your core and it makes you pull back from the kiss so you can repeat your earlier request, “I need you inside of me, baby.”

Daniel’s pupils blow even wider, a darkness to his eyes that you haven’t seen before but that turns you on even more. He rolls off of you, pulling you with him, and watches through hooded lids as you kneel on top of him, your fingers skimming the hem of his boxers. He closes his eyes when you brush your thumb over the outline of his cock, letting out a quiet, “Fuck.”

You slide back a little and lean down, sliding one hand inside his boxers and taking him out. There’s a bead of precum on the tip and as you wrap your fingers around him you use your thumb to spread it out, before you lean down and take him into your mouth. He’s big, too big to take all of him at once, and so you use both your mouth and hands to get him ready.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he breathes from somewhere above you, one hand now cupping your face as you double your efforts and try to take him even deeper. He taps your cheek just as you can feel him start to swell inside your mouth and so you stop what you're doing and look up at him. Daniel swallows hard, “I’m gonna need you to stop if you want me to-”

“I want you to,” you tell him as you pump him one last time and then look at him expectantly.

Daniel reaches over and opens his nightstand drawer, finding what he’s looking for not much later. Getting the condom on somehow turns into a two-person job and makes you both laugh, which seems to relieve some of the built-up pressure. Once the condom is on, Daniel flips you over again and leans down for a kiss.

You can feel the tip of his cock nudge your entrance and so you reach down and gently guide him inside of you, gasping for breath when he starts to fill you.

“You feel so good,” Daniel whispers against the corner of your mouth just as he bottoms out. “So tight.”

“It’s ok,” you tell him, clenching your walls around him. “You can move.”

He does. At first he only pulls back a little before he pushes down again but the slicker you become the more he pulls out, until he’s pumping in and out of you in a rhythm that you know will get you there sooner rather than later. From the way Daniel’s breathing picks up you’re sure he’s not far behind either. You can feel your second orgasm starting to build and so you reach down for your clit just as Daniel puts his mouth close to your ear, “You’re taking me so well.”

His words go straight to your sex and you can feel your body starting to tense up once again, “Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“I’m right there with you, babe.”

“Fuck.” You arch your back and hook one leg over his waist, wanting to feel all of him, and somehow it makes the angle just right and he starts hitting the spot with each thrust and- “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t-”

Daniel picks up his pace even more and before you know it you’re panting, your hands cupping his face so you can look at him. “That’s it,” he says. “Take me in, babe.”

“Dan, I-” you try but then he slams into you harder and harder and you can feel yourself being tipped over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in full force and so all you can do is just enjoy the ride.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Daniel says, watching you as he keeps chasing his own high that follows not much later when he comes with a loud groan.

***

The sunlight seeping through his curtains wakes him up somewhere around ten and he’s a little confused when he hears quiet snores coming from the other side of the bed but then the memories from last night come rushing back and Daniel feels something tugging on his heart. He rolls over and can’t help but smile when he finds her tangled up in his sheets and so he presses a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

She stirs, stretching her legs before she lets out a quiet moan, “Too early.”

Daniel chuckles, wrapping one arm around her waist and dragging her over to his side of the bed, “Good morning.”

“Mornin’” she whispers as she turns around in his arms so she can face him.

She looks absolutely beautiful and Daniel feels like the luckiest man alive when he presses a kiss to her forehead, “How you goin’, sleepyhead?”

She nuzzles into him, her warm breath hitting his chest as her fingers dance over his stomach, “I’m really glad you’re back, Dan.”

He smiles against her hair, “Me too.”

“Last night was-”

“Yeah,” he agrees quickly. “It was.” He hugs her closer, “We should do that again some time.”

He feels her laugh and she pinches his side then, “We should.”

***

“Do you think- Will she-” Daniel clears his throat and rubs his hands on jeans, “Do you think she’ll still recognize me?”

You put a hand on his knee to stop his nervous habit and smile up at him, “Just wait and see.”

When you pull up to the house not much later, Homer lets out an excited bark and rushes towards the car to greet you and whoever it is you’ve brought along. When he realises it’s Daniel, Homer wags his tail enthusiastically.

“See?” You try, scratching Homer’s ears, “Even the dog remembers you, Ricciardo.”

“Uhu,” Daniel nods, patting Homer’s head absentmindedly. “That’s great.”

The way he’s so nervous is absolutely endearing and so you don’t hesitate and take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to let him know it’s ok. You nod towards the house, “Come on.”

Ellie’s inside, having a tea party with Granddad and Mr Koala, but the minute she spots Daniel her face lights up and she claps her hands, “Danny!”

You have to bite your lip to keep the tears at bay and next to you Daniel clears his throat and when you risk a quick glance at him you can see his eyes are a little glossed over as well.

He lets go of your hand and squats down, holding out his arms. Ellie all but launches herself at him and Daniel hugs her close, “Hello Miss Ellie.”

“Danny,” Ellie says again, patting his cheeks with her hands.

“I’ve missed you, kiddo.”

You rub Daniel’s back and when he looks at you from over his shoulder you give him a warm smile.

Daniel stands up then, Ellie still in his arms, and walks over to greet Oscar with half a hug before he sits down on the couch, Ellie snuggling up to him in his lap. She’s babbling, trying to tell him about all the things he’s missed and Daniel listens intently, asking all the right questions with a wide grin.

“I has day tomorrow,” Ellie says then. “Danny come with?”

“I-” Daniel shakes his head and looks up at you for help.

“It’s her birthday on Saturday,” you explain as you run your hand through your daughter’s hair, “but the concept of the days of the week is still a little confusing so she’s been saying it’s tomorrow for the past week or so.” You throw him a wink then, “I think she just invited you to her party.”

Daniel chuckles and pinches Ellie’s cheek, “Of course I’m coming with, sweetheart.”

“I be three,” Ellie explains, holding up five fingers proudly. Her little eyebrows knit together then, as if she’s trying to figure something out. You guess she did when she grins at Daniel, “Like you.”

“Like my race number, yeah,” Daniel nods, beaming with pride.

***

Daniel’s all over the place the rest of the week, catching up with his parents, his sister and her kids, some old friends he hasn’t seen since the summer break, and he hates that he’s not on the farm as much as he’d like even though she’s assured him things are much more manageable now that Oscar’s finally caved and hired a farmhand who comes to help out four days a week.

On Saturday though, there’s only one thing marked on his calendar and so he finds himself driving over to his neighbours after lunch, opting to get there a little early so he can help out with any preparations that still need to be done before the party starts.

He can’t help but smile when he pulls up to the house and sees the front porch is decorated with balloons and banners, and has to stifle a laugh when he sees Homer’s wearing a pink bow tie instead of his normal collar. Daniel pats the dog in his head when he steps onto the porch, “Looking sharp, Homer.”

Knocking three times, like he always does, before he lets himself in and finds her and Ellie in the kitchen, both of them wearing colourful summer dresses and looking absolutely beautiful. Daniel greets her first, with a quick kiss that might seem pretty chaste but still gives him the butterflies and he knows he’ll never grow tired of, before he presses a kiss to the top of Ellie’s head, “Hi sweetheart.” Ellie looks up at him with a goofy grin and holds out her arms without hesitation. Daniel picks her up and peppers her face with kisses, “Happy birthday, Miss Ellie.”

When he sits her down in her high chair again he hands her the gift he so carefully wrapped this morning, this time using the pink and purple wrapping paper he picked up at Woolies yesterday, “Here you go.”

Ellie starts tearing into the paper, letting out an excited giggle when she sees what’s inside.

Daniel looks at her with an apologetic smile, “I didn’t know what to get her but Michelle told me Isabella loved this when she was Ellie’s age so-”

“It’s perfect,” she says, her hand on his arm. “She’s really into colouring right now so this will keep her busy for some time to come.”

“Momma! Look!” Ellie holds up the box of crayons and the colouring book Daniel got her.

“That’s a fun gift, huh?” She squats down next to Ellie and nods towards Daniel, “Did you say thank you, yet?”

Ellie looks up at him with a bright smile, “Thank!”

“You are very welcome, sweetheart,” Daniel grins back. He looks at her then, “If there’s anything I can do to help-”

“Thank you but everything’s set,” she says as she stands up. He catches her looking at the clock on the wall, “I want to show you something.”

“Ok,” he draws out, not sure where this is going.

She picks Ellie up and nods towards the back door, “Come on.”

Daniel follows her outside and watches as she puts Ellie down, taking the little girl’s hand in hers. Ellie looks up at him then and holds out her hand and so Daniel takes it, trying to make his brain actively remember this exact moment because it is definitely one of the happier ones of his life.

“Your parents and sister should be here around three,” she says as she leads the way to where, he’s not sure. “Blake texted me right before you got here, to let me know he and Michael are running a little late but-” she shrugs and smiles, “I guess what I’m trying to say is we still have some time before everyone gets here.”

It’s then the field they went to a few months ago, when he first visited the farm, comes into view and Daniel lets out a quiet, “Oh wow.” There is a sea of red flowers in front of him, thousands and thousands of poppies swaying gently in the soft summer breeze, the rolling hills in the distance offering a perfect backdrop.

Ellie tugs on their hands, urging them forward until they reach the fence and she lets out a content sigh, “Pretty.”

“Just like you, bub,” she says, letting go of her daughter’s hand so she can squat down next to her. She picks a poppy and hands it to Ellie, “Here you go. A pretty flower for a pretty girl.” When she stands up she looks at Daniel, “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful,” Daniel admits easily enough, a tiny voice in the back of his head telling him what he already knows. That he’s not just talking about the flowers.

She takes a step closer to him and puts her arm around his waist, letting her head rest against his shoulder, “Told you so.”

Daniel slings his arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. There’s something- It’s weird, he realises. He’s only known her for a little over two months, and he was gone for most of that, but it feels like he doesn’t have to pretend to be someone he’s not. Not anymore. He doesn’t have to be Daniel Ricciardo, Danny Ric, DR, or the Honey Badger. He doesn’t have to be a Formula One driver, an eight-time race winner, the most beloved driver on the grid, and the fan favourite. He doesn’t have to be Red Bull’s wild card, Renault’s saviour, or, most recently, McLaren’s scapegoat.

After thirty-three years, it feels like this is exactly where he was meant to be. It feels like everything that has happened, everything that he’s been through, has led up to this. To this exact moment.

Because when he is here, when he’s with her, and with Ellie, he is Daniel. It feels- Words can’t describe it but in the end it feels like-

It feels like home.

#Daniel Ricciardo #F1 Fanfic #Daniel Ricciardo x reader #DR3 #F1 Imagine #Harley Sunday x Daniel Ricciardo #Feels Like Home

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copperbadge · 1 year

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I'm here! Well, I mean, I've been here for several hours at this point, but I've reached my lodgings and settled in. I hung up the next few days' worth of clothes, put my toiletries in the bathroom, took a shower, and am now running today's (which are also yesterday's) clothes through the small washer-dryer. We'll see if it actually dries them; if not at least I'm not doing this the hour before packing for Paris.

Went to Sainsbury's. You guys are not gonna believe the shit I found, but it's going to have to wait until my phone charges.

There have been a few hiccups on the road; the main one is that due to a complicated series of events, I have two USB ports I can charge all my gear from when I really could use four, and I'm not sure if I'll even have those two available once I leave London. I'm just going to have to be a little measured with my power use until I have more intel. In any case, most trains these days seem to have USB ports, so I'll just plug in whenever I can. As long as the phone stays charged I should be fine, and I can charge it like four times on my backup battery before the backup bites it.

Overall, despite Heathrow being a nightmare, it was a pleasant day -- I checked my luggage at the Tate Modern, did a loop of it, then went off to Pick & Cheese, the conveyor belt restaurant. I wanted one of everything but I know me, so I limited myself to three plates, which was enough to fill me up, although I imagine I'm going to have a snack before bed. (Hence Sainsbury's.) It was really, really good cheese and pairings, but I'm sure part of it was also that I hadn't had a real meal in roughly eighteen hours. The dinner they served on the flight was absolutely inedible; I had three or four protein/granola bars and a cup of Chobani, but that was pretty much it. It's fine -- Adderall is an appetite suppressant and normally it doesn't affect me because I'm home all day and like to eat, but actual hunger isn't an issue and as long as I make sure I get some calories in my face every few hours, blood sugar wasn't either. This is why I brought a literal dozen protein bars.

Still nice to sit somewhere and eat what amounted to a big plate of protein and sugar.

Everyone I've interacted with has been super nice, too -- people don't know how to walk on the sidewalk, which my midwestern-transplant soul found almost actively rude, but I chalked it up to tourists the same way we do back home. All the "staff" I've dealt with -- airport attendants, train officials, waitstaff, museum staff, the guy at Sainsbury's -- have been super nice. It reminds me that some cities actually want to be tourist cities, unlike Chicago, which begrudgingly admits we need tourists but really would rather they all die horribly. There's being a good customer service staffer and then there's actually being a nice person and I think most of the folks I dealt with are the latter.

Tomorrow I go to the British Museum, and I'm kind of glad that mudlarking fell through, because I feel like I definitely am going to need the morning to do a little recovering from all the walking. I'm going to ice my feet tonight and that should help.

So yes, here I am, in the new time zone, plotting a heist getting ready for tomorrow. I've successfully taken several different trains and a bus, and I know at least two of my payment cards work overseas plus my phone, so all of the major problems I anticipated are non-problems in the end.

I'm hoping tomorrow morning to go back over my posts and add anything that's needed and maybe post a few more photos from today, but we'll see. I have no idea what time I'll wake up tomorrow if I go to bed in the next half hour. Exciting to find out!

#sam travels #the cheese tour

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hockybish · 1 month

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Hello, was wondering if you could do a story about arber xhekaj you can do whatever you want with it. Thank you

okay friend, this is just a little thing. I hope you're okay that I did an oc, I gave her a Norwegian name (for some reason I picture her as someone who was either born in Norway and then made their way to Canada as a kid so they grew up there or her parents immigrated there) (if not let me know I will fix it!) im sure this idea has been done before, but I hope you enjoy.

also slight warning I know nothing really of hospital policies regarding breaks and people bringing in food for love ones or really the Canadian hospital systems, so this is most likely wildly inaccurate. apologies.

The Fighter

l Arber Xhekaj l arber x nurse l masterlist l

Arber loved visiting his girlfriend at her job after a game. He didn't always do it. But if it seemed like it was a slower night he would go in and bring her food.

Like tonight the Habs won their game and he wanted to celebrate a little with his girl, so he stopped by her favorite place and grabbed them both some take out and snagged a couple of boxes for her co workers to enjoy.

When he got to the hospital, he was able to head on into their little break area and she was in shortly after.

"You've been fighting again, haven't you?" she pursed her lips, she didn't even have to look at him to know he had black and blue marks surrounding his eye.

She couldn't watch the game, but there was this pep in his step that he only got when he dropped the gloves in a game and she noticed it when he stopped by the hospital after the match up to join her on her break.

"Silly it was nothing. I was just doing my job." He pulled away after giving her a kiss on the cheek, tired of having this argument with his girlfriend.

He knew she didn't like all the hitting and fighting he did during games, but that was his thing. He was the sheriff, someone you didn't want to mess with, a force to be reckoned with. He defended and stood up for his teammates.

"I know but Arber, you don't always have to be the one to do it. There are others." She lectured the hard hitter, her voice grew softer with each passing word. "I just worry about you, okay? There's all this research with concussions and lasting effects and not to mention other the other-"

"Stop. I'm done having this conversation. Can we just enjoy the food I brought before you get called away again, please?" The hockey play pleaded.

"Did you guys win tonight?" Silje changed the tone of the conversation, he was right. It was useless trying to convince someone of something they were never going to change.

"Did you score?" She asked already knowing the answer was going to be no, but she was mildly surprised when he shook his head yes. He's a defenceman, scoring wasn't the biggest part of his job, but when he did it was nice touch.

Getting up she move to sit in his lap, she lifted his chin so she could give him a kiss. She was still so proud of him doing what he loved to and living out his dreams.

Silje immediately threw herself into bed when she got home. She was exhausted from running around all night. And to top it off after he had left there was a big accident in which one of her patients didn't make it.

She was ready for sleep, but Arber was still up and he had something he wanted to say. He had thought about what she said at the hospital.

"I'm sorry babe. I know you don't like the fighting, it's apart of my identity as a player. But I try and do better. I can't promise I'll stop but I'll do better." He made the broken promise.

"That's all I ask." Silly smiled her goofy smile.

Silje had a few minutes left on her break and she was watching what was left of the Habs home game against the Tampa Bay Lighting, Cole just accepted a big hit into side boards and second later she noticed Arber heading toward the offender. She sighed and turned off her phone not really wanting to watch any more. Plus she really needed to go back.

"Silly, it's your turn, there's an ambulance coming in hot with a live one." the desk informed her.

Silje groaned getting up from her spot, following the others out to the main ambulance entrance waiting for the arrival of their next patient.

"Any info?" She got goosebumps while waiting outside, she rubbed her hand over her arms in an attempt to keep warm.

"It's a hockey player coming from the bell centre." She nodded along paying more attention to getting stuff ready for the incoming patient than to what was being said, but she happened to catch the place they were coming from.

"What did you say?" She couldn't breathe. This wasn't happening. Her worst nightmare couldn't be coming true. He promised he would be careful. No.

Silje began to cry when the emergency vehicle arrive and they brought out the injured player. She screamed when she saw his face and dark hair.

Let me know what you think

#arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj x oc #arber x silje #arber xhekaj blurb #nhl blurb #nhl imagine

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wutwutno1 · 1 month

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V x reader comfort vore?

I just had this lil idea where reader is afraid of the dark and needs help getting over that fear, so V decides to help them-

Read ask and tags before reading

Friday.

It's most student drone's favorite day of the week. After all, school was over for the weekend and everyone could hang out and do whatever they wanted.

However, you weren't excited this time. You had a sleepover, and it was with Uzi Doorman of all people.

There was nothing "wrong" with Uzi per-say, as far as you were aware, but one thing she liked more than anything, was darkness.

You didn't like the dark. Not one bit. It also doesn't help that your normal body was undergoing routine maintenance and you were using your mini-form, and on top of that Uzi has two murder drones at her house!

However, your parents and Uzi's dad came up with the sleepover idea. Uzi's dad wanted Uzi to have friends that weren't "murder bots" as he put it, and your parents wanted you to get over your fear of the dark. Win-win for the parents, lose-lose for their spawn.

Anyways, you waited for Uzi to pick you up, literally. You sat at your desk as the final bell rang and everyone got up to leave. You sighed as Uzi walked up to your desk and sat her hand down next to you. "Ready to get this over with?"

Uzi spoke with a sense of disgust, but not at you. You climbed onto her hand and she lifted you up to her shoulder. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's get this over with."

You sat down on Uzi's shoulder and held tight for the walk to Uzi's house.

Uzi walks through the front door to the Doorman living quarters. You take a quick glance at her living room from her shoulder. You see the two murder drones sitting on the couch.

N, Uzi's definitely-not-a-boyfriend boyfriend, was sitting on one end looking like he was anticipating something, while V, Lizzy's 100%-just-a-friend-not-a-girlfriend girlfriend, was laying down, using N's head as a peg-rest while texting someone on a pink phone. N's leg was bouncing antsy while staring at the tiled floor.

Upon hearing the door open and Uzi walking in, he looked up. When he saw Uzi, he stood up and dashed for Uzi, knocking V off the couch, and causing her to yell out N's name. N knocked Uzi down with a bear hug and an excited,

"Uzi!"

You fell off Uzi's shoulder. However, Uzi still had half a mind to catch you before you hit the ground.

"Hey! Watch it N! We have a guest!" "Sorry, Uzi. . . Where is this guest anyway?"

N got up off of Uzi and looked around as Uzi stood up herself. Uzi dusted herself off with her free hand and V walked over and stood next to N. Uzi held you out in her palm, presenting you to the two drones.

"This is Y/N. They're going to be staying with us for the night because my dad and their parents are jerks." You waved nervously. You knew N was safe. Uzi drove that point home all the way to her place. V however. . . Despite her best efforts, the only thing Uzi could say about V was that she "hasn't killed in a week."

"Oh! So we're having a sleepover? That's so cool! It's nice meeting you, Y/N," N babbled excitedly.

"Welcome to Loser 1, and Loser 2's house. I'm here against my will." V said with venomous sarcasm in her voice as she looked at N and Uzi.

"Hey! Can-it, V! Before I rearange your code and have you fatal error out!" Uzi's left hand and right eye flashed the absolute solver symbol for emphasis, but V didn't seem impressed. "While on the subject of sleepovers, Lizzy is joining us."

"What?! Why would you invite her?! She's so insufferable!"

"Khan said I could! Plus, she's like... way cooler than you, short stack!"

"I'M NOT SHORT! I'M COMPACT!"

Uzi placed you down on a coffee table in front of the couch. You watched the two titans fight as N sat down.

"They fight often?" You ask N.

"Ha ha! Yeah. I only intervene when things get physical though."

"Cool." Luckily for you and N, things didn't get physical as Lizzy walked in. V and Uzi stopped fighting. Instead, Uzi started setting up a movie.

After a few minutes Everyone but you was situated on the couch. N and Uzi on one side, V and Lizzy on the other, with you on a beanbag with a handtowel blanket in the middle. Uzi turned off the lights before starting the movie.

You started to shuffle nervously as the movie progressed, not feeling comfortable in the barely lit room. V noticed and chuckled.

"Afraid of the dark, bite-size?"

"What? No. . . Yes. . . Shut up!" V chuckled before leaning to Lizzy and whispering something in her audio receptor. Lizzy giggled and the pair looked at you with an evil look. You didn't notice, however, as you were staring at the movie, trying to ignore the darkness around you.

When the movie ended, Uzi had fallen asleep, so N volunteered and took her to her room, leaving you with Lizzy and V.

Lizzy stood up and moved to the other side of you.

"So, V tells me you're afraid of the dark."

"Don't worry your little head, Y/N. We know the perfect place for you to get over your fear," V teased.

Lizzy picked you up by the back of your shirt and just let you dangle for a second.

"Okay, V. Open up!"

V gave a sinister chuckle and opened her mouth, revealing her razer sharp teeth and she stuck out her squishy black tongue. Lizzy held you over V's cavernous mouth as you began to kick the open air frantically.

"You two can't be serious!" Lizzy laughed and spoke in a snarky tone.

"Oh, relax! We're robots! We can't digest stuff! You'll be fine! I already gave her tummy a test run a few weeks ago. It's perfectly fine! Nice and dark, and it's the perfect place for someone with a fear of the dark!" "What do you mean you did a test run—?"

Lizzy cut you off by dropping you onto V's tongue. You grab the spongy rope out of fear of falling further, soaking yourself in V's saliva. Before you can say anything, V pulls her tongue and you into her mouth.

You were now trapped in V's mouth. You trembled in the darkness.

Suddenly, there was a bright light as V opened her mouth. You peered outside to see Lizzy taking a picture of you in V's mouth.

"Heh. Nice. Alright V, they're yours now."

"Wait! Wait! V, don't—!"

V closed her mouth quickly and swallowed before you could say another word. Her tight throat quickly pulled you down as you wiggled with your eyes squeezed shut.

Eventually, you were deposited in V's stomach. You felt it churn softly around you and heard it let out a soft groan of satisfaction. You tentatively opened your eyes and felt... calm. . . You laid down in her stomach, not bothering to try and struggle. The whole experience soothed you and you didn't feel afraid of the darkness in her stomach. You could hear V chuckle above you and you felt two soft pats near you.

V smiled warmly as she felt her little snack settling in. She leaned back on the couch and patted her abdomen.

"Aww, they're getting comfy! They must like it in there, despite the dark!"

"I told you it would work!" Lizzy laid on top of V, laying her head on V's tummy so that she could hear you better.

"How are you doing in there, Y/N?"

"It's actually quite comfortable in here!"

"Told ya. Now get some sleep, that's your bed for tonight!"

Lizzy giggled and pulled herself up so that Her head was under V's chin.

"Glad you came up with this plan, V. I was skeptical at first, but it worked and was fun to pull off!"

V wrapped her arms around Lizzy, holding her close as she pulled the blanket over herself.

"I know right? Well, since you told Y/N to go to sleep, why don't we do the same?"

"You read my mind." Lizzy and V would close their eyes, replacing them with "Sleep Mode" and holding each other close.

Inside V's belly, you snuggled up to one of the walls, feeling the plush surface sink under your weight. You quickly found the perfect position and closed your eyes. You fell asleep faster than you ever have in your entire life. Your eyes were replaced with "Sleep Mode" and underneath was a single flashing line of text; "Sweet Dream Mode: On."

The next day after you were let out you left Uzi's house happier than you went in.

Not because it was over, but because you found a way to actually enjoy the dark. Maybe you could find someone else to let you sleep in their belly, or maybe. . .

You could find someone to sleep in yours. . .

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countryclubkook · 1 year

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Robbery

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader (somewhat)

Warnings: mentions of hook ups but nothing explicit, I don't really think there's anything else in here that needs a warning

Summary: The newest “pogue” member has a secret

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this🤍 it was so much fun to write (there's a fun little twist in here😏)

You read through all the texts from the same number you've gotten over the last several months. You tried explaining to them that you needed more time, it was too soon to text you again but they refused to listen. You just hoped it would be over soon. “Hey y/n, are you coming or are you just going to sit there and stare at your phone all day?” John B spoke which snapped you out of your thoughts. You had all planned on going surfing since it was such a nice day out. You were the fifth and newest member of the infamous pogue group, you’d always seen them around town but never really made any efforts into being friends until a few months ago. It wasn't until you got closer with Kie that the friendship blossomed into what it is now.

“Oh yeah sorry. Got lost in my thoughts again.” laughing as you grab your towel before heading out to the twinkie. You see the rest of the group waiting for you guys and braced yourself when you saw JJ running towards you to pick you up. It was a tradition for him at this point, the day he didn't run full speed towards you and wrap his arms around you while swinging you in the air was the day hell would freeze over.

He always had a small crush on you and vice versa, but neither one of you acted on it knowing it would just ruin the friendship you have now and ruin the group dynamic. Plus there was a rule, no pogue on pogue macking (and yes that rule still applied even if you were technically a kook) Instead it was just small acts of affection, lots of flirtatious comments, and occasional hookups when nobody was around to see. Even if you were a year older than the group, that never stopped you guys from always being together and having a fun time all the time.

“Hey Princess. Ready to get your ass kicked in our weekly surf competition?” JJ said with a large smirk on his face knowing he would win.

When you first began hanging with the group, you and JJ quickly formed a bond over your love of surfing. You weren't very good but that never stopped you from doing it and so JJ came up with a fun idea to have a “surf off” and see who lasted the longest. He was doing it purely for bragging rights (and because he found you extremely hot when you surfed) but you liked to think you had a chance. Plus it's not even your fault! Your board just totally sucks and sets you up for failure.

“Oh you wish Maybank, I'm taking your ass down today. Prepare to bow before me” you gave him a small wink and he just laughed knowing how it would go but nodded his head going with what you said.

Of course he won, that boy eats, sleeps, and breathes surfing. The first wave was easy and you genuinely thought you had it covered. But the second wave? The second wave was a bitch and instantly knocked you off your board while JJ made it his bitch and rode it with ease. The others watched in amusement and paid each other money from the bets they placed.

“Uh oh, tough wave Y/N/N. Looks like I still hold the surf champion crown. I think you should bow before me” he said with the same smug look he always got when he won.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I was just being nice by letting you win.” you smiled at him as you walked back to the shore and began drying off. He looked hot right now, water dripping down his very toned stomach and tan skin, there was no denying it. Apparently, your admiring stare was a little too obvious and JJ noticed it almost immediately.

“Like what you see princess?” flexing his abs and arms. You just rolled your eyes and shook your head before pushing him into the sand and running back to the van. A playful gesture right?

“Y/N! What the hell?” he yelled but he was met with laughter.

“Last one to the van has to help John B clean the chateau!” you heard him yell something to the effect of ‘that's so not fair’ and the others let out a loud laugh at the sight of you two but you were already halfway there so you didn't care to stop and chat. Safe to say you won and JJ sulked the whole way back.

When you arrived, it was around 9:30 PM, you were tired so you decided to head back to your place before your parents freaked out about your whereabouts and why you weren't home. Your phone buzzed notifying you of a text message you received, you decided to get home first before checking it. You pulled into your driveway and turned off your car before heading inside, once you got settled and headed up to your room, you checked the text.

“Is it done?”

“Hello???””

“Answer me”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, this took time. You needed a little bit more time.

“Calm down. It'll be done soon.” you typed before hitting send and turning your phone off, sleep taking over you.

The next morning you woke up and got showered before making breakfast and heading out to the mainland. You had some errands to run for the day and that was the only place you could really go for anything other than groceries. You both loved and hated it there, you loved the shops and being able to get away from the island despite loving it, but it was always so packed and sometimes impossible to get there. You wanted some coffee from your favorite cafe at least but the line leading all the way outside of the building told you that wasn't happening anytime soon. You let out a small sigh before you heard someone call your name.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“John B? What are you doing here?” you turned to face him and gave a small look of confusion. He never came over here, he really had no reason other than maybe a DCS meeting, so what was he doing here now?

“Oh um-” he seemed to look around as if searching for an excuse, or a person, before continuing, “I'm with a uh, a friend. Yeah they said they needed some help moving something and said they'd pay me well for it so I agreed. You know me, always up to do something if I get paid well” you knew he was lying but who were you to judge?

“I hear that. I'm on errand duty today so I'll be stuck here a while but I'll see you later yeah?”

“Oh, actually I uh, I won't be home till way late but I'll see you tomorrow?” he said rather quickly which made you suspicious, but you truly had no time to push so you let it go.

“Yeah sure. Well, I've gotta go kill some time and hope this line gets shorter so I can have some caffeine, but I'll see you tomorrow JB” giving him a small smile and wave before heading to one of the many clothing shops.

You ran to a few more stores and finally got your coffee before deciding to head back to the island. Your phone went off and again, another text from the same person with the same question. This time you responded with ‘tonight.’ and got a thumbs up in return. You pulled up to your house and ran inside to grab a bag of things you'd meant to drop off at John B’s earlier . You knew John B wasn't there so you called it for Kie, then JJ, and then Pope.

You were met with no response so you opened the front door and walked inside. You placed the bag down slightly behind the couch so it wouldn't get stepped on. You left the house, making sure to close the door behind you, and went back to your car. Pulling your phone out you gave the same person a call.

“I did it, it's all set for tomorrow”

“Good girl. Meet me tomorrow morning at my place. I love you” was all they said before hanging up.

When you woke up the next morning, you got ready and headed towards their house. Upon pulling into the driveway you saw them standing outside, you got out of your car and you both greeted each other. They gave you a small kiss on your head and a smile before you both walked inside, hand in hand, entering their home office and making a call.

“Kildare sheriff's office” the lady on the phone spoke in a relatively monotone voice

“I'd like to report a robbery. I have reason to believe that JJ Maybank broke into my home and stole money, a watch, and a few other pieces of jewelry from me.” giving them John B’s address knowing that's where he stayed and thanking them as they told you they were on their way.

”Well, how did I do?” looking at the person.

“You did perfect baby. We're going to make them pay for what they did to Top. I love you so much” Rafe said, looking at you in admiration.

You couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when they finally put together the pieces and came to the realization that you had been plotting against them for months. Playing pretend as even a pogue by association was exhausting so you were glad you finally got to go back to your real life and real friends soon. Sometimes it came in handy keeping to yourself and not telling everyone your personal business. The fact nobody on the island other than Kelce and Topper knew you and Rafe were together came in handy. Those stupid pogues should have never touched Topper that night. You looked over at Rafe who gave you a smirk, one you mirrored in return, before your phone rang once more. You clicked accept and put it on speaker so Rafe could hear as well.

“We got him. Found a bag with your stolen belongings behind a couch. He's being taken into custody now ma'am”

“Thank you so much for your help sir.” you said in a sweet voice, hanging up after he explained what was going to happen.

‘Mission accomplished’ you thought. You don't know how they never figured it out. They 100% trusted you and let you in as one of them. It was almost too easy, JJ was so easy to get wrapped around your finger. All you had to do was flirt with him and swallow your pride to hook up with him, you hid your disgust very very well apparently. He fell right into your trap and now the real fun could begin. You and Rafe were going to enjoy every last second of it.

It would always be you and Rafe against everyone and everything for the rest of your life.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x y/n #obx imagine #obx angst #jj maybank #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron

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totesnothere04 · 1 year

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Unexpected Turn of Events Pt. 2

Tonowari x Fem!Reader

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Pt.1 here. Pt.3 here.

You ended up sitting in his family's marui so he could prepare food for everyone instead of just you. You get up to try and help him, but he shooes you back to where you were sat.

"Is there a reason behind you being nice enough to make me food?" You asked the intimidating man infront of you.

"Is this not a custom that humans have when they court a potential mate?" Tonowari asks and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

"M-mate? But I'm human." You say and he looks you up and down.

"Were human. You're Na'vi now, and a very beautiful one at that." Tonowari says.

"In any case, I haven't passed an iknimaya so I am not an adult in the people's eyes." You said and he smirked.

"I can train you." He said as he set down a leaf with a serving of food on it. At this point, his children ran into the marui and stopped in their tracks.

"Hey (Y/n)." Tsireya said as she grabbed herself a serving of food and sat down next to you. Ao'nung grabbed his food and sat across from you, and Tonowari sat down on your other side.

"So you're not human anymore." Ao'nung said.

"Really? I couldn't tell." You said and Tsireya laughed lightly while Tonowari held in his laugh.

"Ha ha. Are you planning on training now?" Ao'nung asked and Tonowari nearly jumped at the chance to answer his son.

"I will be teaching her. To hunt, to breathe, to ride an ilu, and eventually a tsurak." Tonowari answered his son.

"I better keep my med kit handy. I can't say I'll be a natural. I've been in the books since I was a kid." You said and they looked at you oddly. "Oh books? They're uh paper stacks that have information on the front and back of every page." They still didn't have the idea fully grasped but didn't say anything about it.

"We will start tomorrow to test your breath endurance." Tonowari said and you nodded.

"I mean I was on the swim team in high school and college. It's how I paid for my schooling." You said. "Uh competitive swimming is a sport on Earth."

"The only thing that sounds fun about your planet." Ao'nung joked and you laughed as well.

"It was sometimes, but there were some people that were too into it. They'd cut any and all hair off of the body so they could slice through the water faster." You told him and he looked even more confused. "Anyone here would've been able to outswim all of those people. I mean you're naturally evolved to be in the water. I mean this is a fin... You can't tell me otherwise." You say as you run your fingers over the fins on the side of your left arm. Tonowari snatches your hand and looks at it.

"I think... I think the Great Mother cleansed your body of all demon blood. Only three fingers and a thumb." Tonowari pointed out and you were surprised. You hadn't noticed that it was different from Jake's.

"I assumed that I would have four fingers like Jake." You said quietly then looked outside to notice it was approaching eclipse. "I should probably go home and rest it's close to eclipse." You say as you stand. "Can I help clean up?"

"No, you were a guest. Plus it's my turn to clean up after dinner." Ao'nung says.

"I will walk you home." Tonowari volunteers and the two of you set off in the direction of your home. "We will need to get you clothes that fit you." He says breaking the silence you look down at your body and realize how your clothes sit on you.

"I didn't even realize how much smaller my clothes are on me now. I'll start weaving a new outfit." You say and he nods.

"Until it is ready I know the weaving circle will most likely have extra pieces they've made. So long as we make an exchange with some extra material they'll be willing to part with them." Tonowari says and you stop outside of your marui.

"Thank you for dinner, and allowing me to care for Kiri." You say.

"That's the issue. Tsireya was not fully trained to be Tsahík before her mother passed away. You said Ronal implanted her wisdom into your mind. She did that so you could complete our daughter's training." Tonowari said. "I bid you goodnight."

"Goodnight Tonowari. I look forward to you teaching me." You say as you disappear into your pod and close the flaps loosely. You never fasten them in fear of being needed to tend to someone during the night. You lay down on your mat and fall asleep quickly.

The next day you were awake bright and early, ready for a day of training with Tonowari. You prepared yourself a quick breakfast, ate, then left your marui. You found a good place out in the open so it would be easy for Tonowari to see you when he was ready to start. You decided to start working on your breathing and slowing your heart rate. You had sat in the same spot only for about half an hour when footsteps approached you.

"I see you're ready to go." Tonowari said as he reached you.

"Yes. I didn't want to keep you waiting." You said as you opened your eyes and looked up at him.

"We will start with diving, move into riding an ilu, and finish with learning to hunt." Tonowari says and starts making his way over to the docks. You get up and follow behind him as you fiddle with the top the aunties gave you this morning. "Let me see how well you can dive." You take position and dive into the water head first and continue down. You swim a little further ahead and you're soon joined by Tonowari.

"You dive very good." Tonowari signs and you thank Eywa that Kiri has been teaching you their Na'vi sign language.

"Thank you." You sign back and he looks at you shocked.

"I'm surprised you know our sign language." Tonowari replies.

"Kiri has been teaching me." You sign to him and he nods once. He starts leading you through the reef showing you the designated hunting areas, and the best places to get clams. At the end of the tour of the reef, he leads you to the shallows to teach you to ride an ilu. He clicks his tongue to summon the creatures and he eventually has two that come up to him.

"In order to successfully hunt you must learn to ride an ilu. When the time comes I will teach you to ride a tsurak... Unless you want to start on a tsurak." Tonkwari teases and you feel the color drain from your face.

"No, no. I'm not Jake. I'm not going to get ahead of myself." You say and chuckle nervously. He smiles warmly at you and then guides one of your hands to the ilu. When your hand makes contact it chitters happily then grab your queue. You calm yourself from your nerves then make tsaheylu and you feel your heartbeat move in sync with her heartbeat. You mount her and Tonowari makes his way around you positioning you correctly.

"When riding an ilu position is important. They move through the water fast, and you need to have a good grip on the handle." Tonowari says and you nod. "You can tell them what to do through your connection." You get a good grip on the handle and will the ilu to move forward slowly. It does so and then starts picking up speed as you get accustomed to riding it. You make your way back to Tonowari and dismount your ilu.

"You learn fast. Now you learn to hunt. Come." Tonowari says then leads you to one of the designated hunting areas.

"Any advice?" You ask him.

"Anticipate their movements and aim for their forward movements. I will demonstrate." Tonowari says then leads you down and takes aim at a fish. He pulls the trigger on his weapon and it delivers a killing blow to the fish. He turns to you with a cocky smirk and you mimic a small clapping motion. He quirks a brow and motions for you to try, and your teasing facade falls a bit. You'd never hunted a single time in your life, so you knew you'd mess it up somehow. You readied your weapon and steeled your nerves then snuck up on some fish. You aimed at a fish and waited for the right moment then pressed the trigger. Your jaw dropped in surprise when it hit its target and you turned back to Tonowari still wearing your surprised expression. He smirks at you again and you gather your hunt while he gathers his and you both surface.

"I thought I was going to miss... I've never hunted before. Or fished." You said and he led you over to your ilu and showed for you to place your fish in the ilu's bag.

"Maybe you were meant for life with the Metkayina." Tonowari suggests and you look back over the horizon.

"That had to be beginners luck. I say I try again and see if I can do it again." You tell him and he looks impressed.

"If that's what you wish then we shall continue hunting." Tonowari says and reloads his weapon and you do the same. Continue hunting the two of you did. You just continued to get better and Tonowari was very impressed by your abilities. When you both decided that was enough for the day you realized you had way too many fish for just you.

"Hey Tonowari... I got carried away and definitely have way more fish than what I need." You said sheepishly and he couldn't help but agree.

"The weavers and elderly will most likely appreciate the fish." Tonowari says. "We should head back." The two of you mount your ilu's and race back to the village. When you get back it's slightly past midday and you follow Tonowari's lead. He teaches you to prepare the fish to be cooked and eaten and then takes you to the weavers.

"Olo'eyktan!" One of the women says happily as the two of you walk into the area.

"My student caught too many fish today and was wondering if anyone wanted to make a trade." Tonowari says and motions for you to show your extra catch. You do so and are met by silence for a moment, but two women jump up at the same time.

"This is perfect timing! My mate has fallen ill and I'm providing for our family. I'm Ra'ina." Ra'ina says as she starts showing you what she has to offer for trade.

"Your mate is ill? Why haven't you come to me? I can help." You say as you look at her in question.

"Oh, he didn't want to bother you with all the responsibilities you have now." She says sheepishly.

"Nonsense. My job is to heal people. That is why I am here. I will retrieve my medicines and go with you to your marui to help your mate." You said and she nodded.

"Thank you (Y/n)." Ra'ina said with a smile.

"I'm Sya." The other woman says and you can tell by looking at her, that she is still very young. "I don't know if you were there last month, but my father passed away. My mother is still mourning so I've been trying to provide for her and my younger siblings." She says and you frown. You must have come in right after his funeral because you don't remember attending his service.

"She was not here at that time Sya. I'm sorry for your loss." Tonowari is quick to jump to your aid. "I'm sure if you ask assistance from my hunters we would be glad to help where we can." He offers the young woman and she smiles in a thankful manner.

"Thank you Olo'eyktan." Sya says and you look at what both women are offering in exchange. Ra'ina was offering a top and Sya was offering a loincloth. You split your hunt between the two and they're both thankful for the fish. You smile at your new clothing as you leave the weavers with Tonowari.

"Alright I need to retrieve my items so I may work on healing Ra'inas mate." You tell Tonowari and he nods.

"Then it is good we finished lessons for today." Tonowari says as the two of you stop infront of your marui.

"This is my stop. Thank you for teaching me Tonowari." You say and he dips his head.

"You're welcome. It is my pleasure to teach the woman I plan to court." Tonowari says and you feel yourself blush. He lifts your hand to his lips and kisses the back of your hand. "I will see you tomorrow (Y/n)."

"Have a good evening Tonowari." You tell him and he turns and walks away. You can't help but allow your eyes to roam over his retreating form. Taller than you by atleast a foot, broad shoulders, tattoos, good with children... You felt yourself mentally swoon at the God of a man named Tonowari. You turn and make your way into your marui and gather your supplies and then make your way back to the weavers. The entire evening your mind couldn't expel the thought of what Tonowari's plans are. He wants to court you, and you aren't planning on objecting or rejecting.

The next day you sat in your marui with Neytiri, Tsireya, Kiri, and Ra'ina. You were all kind of just joking, gossiping, and having a pleasant conversation as you all worked on individual projects. Neytiri was working on a gift for Jake, Tsireya was making a bracelet for Lo'ak, Kiri was mending some of her siblings' things, and you and Ra'ina were working on a new mat for her and her husband. A knock sounded on your door and you looked up to find Jake smirking at Tonowari.

"I told you they were all in here." Jake says with his voice full of humor. Tonowari rolled his eyes in amusement.

"Are you looking for something?" You asked them.

"Well..." Jake starts bashfully and you know someone is hurt. You send an apologetic look to the ladies.

"I shall return as soon as I can. I must attend to Jake's mess as per usual." You joke with them and they all chuckle, including Neytiri.

"Neytiri! My beautiful mate... You wound me by not standing up for my honor." Jake says dramatically and you smack the side of his head.

"Take me to the wounded." You demand.

"Do you see this Olo'eyktan? She abuses me." Jake says with a pout and Tonowari looks away from the two of you.

"See what? I didn't see anything." He says and Jake sighs in defeat and then starts to lead the way.

"What happened? Who's hurt?" You ask Jake.

"Don't tell Neytiri." Jake says and you look at him quizzically. "Tonowari and I took the boys out to hunt so they could hopefully bond, but Lo'ak accidentally grazed Neteyam with a bolt from his crossbow." Jake explained and you sighed while massaging your brow.

"You realize she will find out sooner or later. I cannot heal an injury into non-existence before she returns home." You tell him and he nods.

"I know." Jake says.

"Besides they are children they will learn at their own pace. Whether it be, get out of the way of a lined-up shot, or don't shoot your sibling... Either way, it is a lesson learned." You tell him. When you walk into their marui Neteyam looks annoyed as does Ao'nung, and Lo'ak is panicking. Neteyam looks up to see you and holds out his arm and you kneel next to him.

"So what happened exactly?" You asked him.

"Lo'ak was talking to Ao'nung about something and wasn't paying attention to his hands. He pulled the trigger of the crossbow and it grazed my arm." Neteyam explained and you looked to Lo'ak.

"Kid... You gotta learn proper weapon etiquette. Your finger rests idle near the trigger when it's not in use." You tell him and he nods.

"I know. I just got really into the conversation." Lo'ak said and you sighed.

"I'm just glad that it isn't something severe." You said as you started to apply the few stitches needed for Neteyams wound. Once you finished and wrapped it in seaweed bandages you pulled Lo'ak and Neteyam into a hug. "I am just happy that both of you are alright. My beautiful nephews." You say with a joking tone and Lo'ak groans while Neteyam smiles at the praise. You turned to look at Ao'nung who was laughing at the interaction. "Don't make me pull you into this group hug kid."

"My dad wouldn't allow it." Ao'nung says when he realizes you started to turn toward him. You look to Tonowari who smirks at you.

"It would allow you to bond with ma (Y/n), Ao'nung." Tonowari told his oldest who did a double take at what his father just said.

"Did you just call her 'ma (Y/n)'?" Ao'nung asked his father.

"Yes. What else do you call the person you plan to court?" Tonowari says and Ao'nung looks at you shocked.

"You could call her yawne or yawntu." Jake suggested, and your cheeks start to burn with embarrassment and your ears fold back.

"I do not think you will have any problems with courting her father. Look at her reaction." Ao'nung started to join in on poking fun at you. You finished cleaning your hands and hid your face in your hands.

"I am retreating to my marui." You stated and stood up to leave. "Neteyam be careful with that arm. You could pop the stitches if you do any strenuous activity." You tell him and he nods.

"I am very aware Auntie. It's not my first time getting stitched up." Neteyam says and you nod then leave.

"Have fun doing whatever men do in their freetime." You call over your shoulder. You hear them laugh as you leave and a small smile makes its way onto your face.

#tonowari #tonowari x reader

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Benny the Rookie Pt.1

Summary: At long last! Finally finished it! Tale of Benny as a rookie cop. Story follows him visiting his young wife. Sweet moments followed by some smut. no minors!

Benny’s point of view:

Hard to believe that I'm a cop. Okay, I just graduated last month. Rookie? Haven't been one since I was a teen. Training wasn't that bad. Runnin and shit piece of cake! Shootin no problem. Codes? That was a bit of a problem. I got it down when I remembered how I used to study in the Army. Another plus? Get to see my wife.When I go to the hospital after dropping off a punk to be checked out. Hard to believe that Gracie Garcia is my wife. Took Pope a long time to accept us as a couple. Oh how he fought tooth and nail to keep us apart. Want to protect his baby sister. Have been in love with her since.. She was 18 yrs old. I was .. cough cough 24 at that time. Age is a fucking number. Now.. she is an ER nurse who gets to see her from time to time. Oh I love to see her in action. Love it even more when she patches me up. So gentle with me until…. She finds out how I got hurt.

Grace’s Point of view:

Slow night in the trenches. Boring! Nothing to do but to do is either do chart review, practice on stitches. Until I hear a family voice. Oh that sexy, southern drawl . Exting exam room 1 see my poor Benny! Arm bleeding! Rushed over,” Oh Benny! What happened? “ Look into my brown eyes. Taking a deep breath,” You are gonna kill me.” Oh I hate when he says that! Seems like every fucking time those words comes out of his mouth. Means two things. One he might need stitches,or two have to admit him. Hope option two doesn't come into play. His partner helps me to exam room 1. Moved my mess on the exam table. Meaning my laptop,and charts. Benny sits on the table trying to act like he is so mighty. Looked at his partner,” I know you don't know me very well. Gonna cut to the chase. If there is any lying

on how this injury happened? I'll make sure you get the most ruthless doctor to tend to you. Got it?” His partner nods,” understood. See we were chasing a suspect down an alley. Benny here climbs a wired fence. As he comes down. He scratched his arm. Now.. if you excuse me. Have a call to make.” Closed the door so no passerby can see what I'm doing. Stood between his legs while pulling down his shirt so I can see the injury. Not a bad scratch. Sadly he needs a tetanus shot. Oh how he hates them. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes as our foreheads touch,” Glad you are okay baby. Hate to see another gunshot wound on your perfect body. Since you are my last patient for the evening. We can get out of here. Go home so I can properly clean your boo boo.” Benny is lost in his own little world when he holds me close to him. Breathing in my special scent of lavender and gardenia body spray I have on. Kisses the tip of my nose,” Love that idea sweetheart. Glad we have the same day off. Have plans for us. Can't tell ya . Would be a surprise.” Love to know the plan is,but he forgot about the get together at Santi’s . Kiss his lips as I leave to get his shot,” Forgot about one thing. Dinner at..” Benny moans as he lays down,” Ya, forgot. Hope he behaves himself. “ Return moments later with the shot. Told him to sit up ,and wiggle his as I administered the shot. Placed a bandaid on the site,” All better handsome. Now.. if you excuse me. Need to change. Meet ya outside so I can give ya ride to the station to change.”

Both of us arrive home. Got take out. Too worn out to cook. Rather be in bed with my husband than cook.bodies hurt to no end. After a nice shower. Both of us got ready for bed. Wore one of his worn out tees. With a nice surprise underneath. Moments later after turning the light off from our master bath. Moonlight shines on his necklace. Dangles as he looks down at me. Love how his blue eyes sparkle with so much love. Nose touched. He leans forward,” Love you so much, rose blossom. Only person who can keep me from goin down the deep end. So beautiful. Need to kiss ya now.” That's what he did. Kiss nice and slow savoring each kiss like it was our last. Till sitting up long enough to remove his tee. Laying down again,” Make love to me Benny. Nice and slow.” Benny leans forward to kiss me again. Tongues danced followed by him holding my hands above my head. Mouth on my neck.Working his way south. Stops for a moment to shimmy off his boxers. Oh love his perfect body. So eagar for his long cock inside my body. Wait till I'm begging for it. Want it now! Continues on using his mouth to work on making me squirm. Lowers his hands as he pulls me up to his chest. He wants my legs around him while grinding our bodies together. Feels like I'm in heaven! Till I feel my back touching the softness of our sheets. Legs spreading apart till I feel what I'm in need for. Long , thick cock inside my body. Arched my back to enjoy the nervana of being taken care of. Slowly his body moves while kissing me. Want to take care of him like he is doing to me. Upon saying that. Tell me he is taking care of me. Continue this dance till feeling cum dripping down my legs. Benny collapsed on top of me. Rubbing his sweaty body. We remain like that till we fall asleep.

Benny’s Point of view:

I'm at peace. On cloud nine. Soft hands touchin my back. Slow circles she is drawin. So lucky to marry my angel. Dreading the dinner at Pope’s not ready for anymore of his shit! Thank goodness for his mama being there. Need to straighten the shithead out.

#triple frontier #garett hedlund #benny miller x r

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jungwooforever · 2 years

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Promise, you’ll come back for me. [PART ONE]

“Please hold me, even if it’s just for tonight.”

Parings : Vampire Host Yuta x Fem reader

Summary: After breaking off your two year long relationship with your ex, your best friend Karina decides you need to have fun again. Drink, flirt with guys, and get back in the dating scene. But her idea of a good time is a little different than yours. Leaving you at a booth with a handsome stranger for an hour, despite him being a host, something seems different about him. But what exactly.

Word Count: 7,968

Genre: Romance, Thriller, Horror, Slowburn strangers to lovers

Contains: alcohol consumption, cursing, SMUT: oral female receiving, unprotected sex (yuta pull out game hella strong), thigh riding, blood.

Authors Note: PART ONE IS FINALLY DONE. Thank you for everybody who reblogged and liked I was so surprised at all the interest this fic has gotten. I hope you all enjoy! It took me longer than I thought it would tbh I just kept adding to the plot, and I didn’t want to make this to long so i decided to make a part two that will be coming out soon! ENJOY!!

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“Come on y/n,” Karina said grabbing your hands sightly squeezing.

“I don't know, I don't think I'm ready to meet new people.” You said, eyes staring at the floor beneath you both.

“You won't have to meet new people, well you will, but it's not real! It's just pretending and if you don't like it we can leave. I think it will be fun, plus I know how much you love drinking.” She said letting go of your arm and sitting back into her seat across from you.

It really couldn't hurt having a night out, getting drunk, and forgetting. It's just the idea of a Host Club that you can't get over. You had always heard about them but they seemed so wild, you didn't know if you could handle being in a position like that. I mean, having attractive guys flirt with you and getting unlimited drinks sounded amazing but were you ready to start moving on?

“You don't have to decide right now, I just think it would be fun to go together. Plus when you were with Kun you never really got to experience things that this. Your young and hot, come on now you only live once.” She said fixing her posture and picking up her coffee cup eyes still waiting for you to show some sort of reaction. “Okay if you do decide to come with me, no pressure, I’ll pay for your hour and buy you a new outfit.”

This caught your attention.

“Okay well, now I can't turn it down if it's free.” You said finally looking up to see her glaring at you with her eyebrows raised.

“ I didn't think that would work but deal, I was thinking we could go tomorrow night. Since it'll be Friday I think all the hosts should be there so you’ll have a better selection.” She said pulling out her phone to check the time. “We still have a good two hours before most of the stores close, wanna find something now?” She said picking up her purse and stuffing her phone inside.

“Yeah sure” You both picked up all your things and left the coffee shop, following her down the strip of stores, Karina was loaded with money after selling her business so she always loved spoiling you.

After shopping till the stores were about to close you ended up finding a short deep red dress with a lace-up back that look a little too good to be on the cheaper side. However, Karina did convince you to get the Prada satin heels that were more than your rent. While shopping she explained the basics of what the host clubs involved and her past experiences.

She explained how the hosts pay more attention to the rich women hoping they spend more on their following visits so looking expensive was important. Which sounded shallow but it was their job to bring in money.

“My host is Taeyong, you'll meet him tomorrow. He’s so handsome and charming and he writes music. He's so sweet but he has such a devilish look to him. I think there’s something between us, he texts me and always asks me to come back and see him. You could always pick him, but sometimes it is nice to have someone give you their full attention. Plus there are 9 of them so you'll have tons of options. They are all so different it's really funny to see them interact.”

She goes on describing her first time and the setting and the people there, you can tell she likes Taeyong and it worries you a little bit.

“Okay well! See you tomorrow! I’m excited, I'll pick you up at 7!” You both walk your separate ways and head home.

Tucking yourself into bed you can help but worry, are you even ready to start going out again? It’s just, that this is completely different than a club or a bar, paying for somebody’s company just sounds so desperate. But I guess you can’t hate it until you try it. Rolling over onto your side you finally start to fall asleep.

Since it was a Friday you had the day off, so naturally, you slept in. There were a couple of hours until you and Karina would help out so most of your day was spent lounging. When 6 came around you started to get ready. Curling your hair, putting on makeup, wearing your favorite jewelry. You hadn’t dressed up like this in a while, it’s not that you couldn’t, Kun just wanted to keep you to himself so going out dressed up always ended in him starting an argument.

Seven rolled around and Karina pulled up to your apartment. You both look gorgeous and expensive. When you arrived the nerves started to kick in, you didn’t know what to expect it was such a strange concept but you carried on and tried to shove the anxiety down.

When you both walked in it felt like you were instantly on a different planet. The dim but beautiful lighting, the dark elegant walls, and decorations. It was quite feminine with laced trims on the curtains and couch cushions. It looks like something out of a movie. A voice pulled you back out of your thoughts,

“Please follow me this way” the tall man spoke to you and Karina. She must check in with him while you were admiring the scene.

“Miss Karina please have a seat here, Taeyong will be out to greet you shortly. Any specific drinks for tonight?”

Karina sat, setting her bag down next to her a nicely dressed man came handed her a small white towel and placed a black napkin over her lap. “Hm not yet, I’ll have to see want Tae is in the mood for.” A Small conversation started between the two.

Another man dressed the same as the first came from behind you “Miss, follow me and I’ll show you where you will be seated this evening.”

You cleared your throat to get Karina to look up at you “Just text me if you want to leave, but try to enjoy yourself y/n you deserve it.” You nodded.

Turning back to the man, you followed him to a table with a booth-style bench on one side and three chairs on the other. One light hung from the ceiling lighting up the table in front of you, but leaving the rest of the roof fairly dark. He set a menu down on your table and another man came and handed you the small towel and napkin just like he did for Karina.

You saw a tall figure walk and sit next to Karina putting his arm around her shoulder. That must be Taeyong. You couldn’t make out a face but he must be charming based on the elegant way he carried himself.

“Are you familiar with how the Host Club system works?” The man who seated you asked.

“Karina briefly explain it to me.”

“ Well since it is your first visit, we will have three Host come out at a time, we have a total of 9. Once you have met and had brief introductions with all of them we will have you choose your Shimei which is your host for your visits with us. You will not be able to switch your host so please chose carefully. They will head over soon, can I get you anything else?”

“Oh, no thanks. Thank you.” and with that, he left you alone at the table.

Not long after three men approached.

“May we sit with you? ” One spoke up, he was tall and slender with wide shoulders and a sharp jawline.

“Oh yes of course.” You could barely make eye contact with them. They were all so intimidating and with the darkened lighting you hoped they couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you for joining us, we are happy to have you.” Another spoke up, this one shorter, he had a youthful complexion and a sweet voice. “Have you ever been to a host club dear?”

“Oh no I haven’t it’s my first time.” The nerves started to set in, three hot guys were sitting right across from you and you had to choose one. Shit there was going to be 9, and they were just the first three and you could barely even talk to them.

“That’s okay pretty girl, we’ll teach you everything you need to know. My name is Johnny. ” The last one spoke up this time. He was even taller than the first one and had a kind smile. He looked the scariest but had such a sweet aura you couldn’t help but feel more at ease when he spoke.

“I’m Doyoung” The first one spoke up. “We hope any nerves your feelings will fade away. You look gorgeous by the way.” He offered you a smile that melted your heart. He was so attractive in a classy prince type of way. He had such a beautiful face that you’d only see in an old painting.

“So gorgeous, I hope we can get to know each other well. But most of all, I wish to know you. I’m Haechan. I’d be honored if you chose me, beautiful.” The last one spoke, his eyes looked directly into yours, he was so smooth with his words it almost felt like you were in a film. You couldn’t hold his stare, it was too much you’d thought you crumble.

“You all are so kind, I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome.” You grazed over all their faces taking in all their features. They were all so beautiful and picking just one would be devastating.

“Time is up gentlemen, please say your goodbyes.” The man who had seated you spoke up, you hadn’t even noticed he had approached your table.

“I pray this goodbye is not forever darling.” Said Doyoung as he stood with the other men. They all said their goodbyes and left swiftly off to their other guests.

“With your permission, I will send the next three hosts over.” The man spoke.

“Yes of course thank you.”

The man left and right away another set of hosts approached you and asked to be seated to which you agreed. These three were just as charming and good-looking as the last three. Taeil was quiet and kind and had the prettiest eyes, Jaehyun was more muscular and athletic looking and he spoke so seductively you thought you would explode. The last of the three was Taeyong, Karina’s host. You felt kind of bad that he was pulled away from her so you decided right away not to choose him. But when you looked over to see who was with Karina you saw her laughing with a tall blonde man which eased your guilt. After small conversations and them flirting, they left you with the weight of making a decision again. They were all so attractive and sweet, but you kept reminding yourself it wasn’t real so it wouldn’t matter who you picked in the end.

The last three arrived and you were honestly starting to feel exhausted. It was hard work talking to attractive guys and the pressure of keeping a composed graceful image was starting to tire you out.

Following the same in the last two groups, one spoke up and asked if they could join you and of course, you agreed.

“You look beautiful, I don’t know what we did to deserve you joining us.” You realized it was the tall blonde man you saw talking to Karina earlier. He looked way better up close, with bright eyes and a cheery smile. He was so handsome and cute at the same time. “I’m Jungwoo, it’s nice having you here with us.” He felt genuine and if the lighting were brighter you could have sworn he was blushing. The way he was looking into your eyes made you flustered. He was good. Maybe you’d pick him.

“Jungwoo, let us have a chance at least before you swoon her.” Another spoke up breaking your train of thought almost as if he could read your mind. “I’m Mark, but truly it’s nice having you here with us tonight.”

“I’m Yuta.” The last man spoke up. His dark eyes and stare instantly grabbed yours. He was the complete opposite of Jungwoo. “I hope you enjoy yourself tonight, after all, it’s all about you.” He smiled, but his smile was so much different than the rest. It felt almost erotic the way he stared you down. Making you want to slide down your seat and crawl away. He didn’t say much after that, but your libido was skyrocketing. the other two men carrying the conversation. Asked you where you were from and what you liked to do for fun, complementing you every chance they got. Every once in a while Yuta would add something to what the others were saying or ask a question of his own. Even though he was so quiet he was so captivating. You couldn't help but look at him even when the others would speak to you.

This time went by fast and before you knew it the man approached again and told the hosts to say their goodbyes. They say goodbye not, without trying their best to charm you of course and with that, you were left to make your decision. Who would you pick? They were all so handsome and charming and made for really good company. But you can stop thinking about Yuta. He didn’t say much, the others talked about where they were from and what they liked to do. But Yuta stayed quieted almost like he was observing you, it was a little creepy at first but it was honestly endearing and you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together from the way he wouldn’t take his eyes off of you. It feels like he was listening to everything that you were saying there was going to be a quiz. He didn’t compliment you as much as the other men but his eyes wandered from your eyes to your chest to your hands, your lips, and back up to your eyes taking in every part of you uncovered almost like a wolf to its prey. When he did sneak in a compliment you couldn’t help a blush. He was so interesting and unknown you had no choice but to pick him.

And not long after picking your Host, he returned to spend his night with you.

“Is this your first time at a Host club?” The man across from you asks. Preparing your drinks with such attention you couldn’t help but watch his hands. His black hair falls to frame his face as he slightly leans his head down careful not to spill one drop of the dark red wine he poured you.

“I’m sorry what was that?” You said shyly avoiding his eyes and looking up to you opting to look into your lap.

“Is this your first time at a Host Club?” He repeated in such a sweet tone you’d think he had practiced it a million times. It didn’t fit his appearance. He wore an all-black suit, but removed the blazer when you both sat down, and had the first two buttons of his white shirt undone showing you just a peak of his collar bones when he moved his shoulders.

“Ah, yeah it is. My friend convinced me to come. She said it’s a fun way to get to know people.” You turned your attention back to his face finally looking up to meet his gaze. You didn’t examine his features until now, he had dark eyes almost black, his lips were perfectly shaped, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he kissed like. And he had such a strong yet feminine build. Wide shoulders with a small waist, and an awfully pale complexion. He handed you the drink with both hands making sure not to spill any.

“Oh thank you.” Take the tall glass and shake yourself out of your thoughts.

“Of course, a beautiful girl like you deserves to enjoy herself. You said you were from Osaka correct? I was born there as well” He said finishing off his glass the same he did you. You could feel your cheeks warm up again and the tension in your lower stomach build up again. You had to remind yourself it was his job to make you feel special, and god damn it was working.

You took a sip of the drink it tasted just as expensive as it looked.

“I haven’t been there in so long, I miss it“ He continued. “I haven’t met anyone from there since I moved, it must have been fate for us to meet. Let’s go back together one day,” he said with a smile.

The alcohol already buzzing in your system, Yuta refilled your glass before you could even realize it was empty. Bringing out the drunk confidence you and slowly shoving down all of your nerves. You couldn’t help playing along with his game.

“Mmm, we must be soul mates.” You replied.

“Y/n a woman as perfect as you, I could only dream of that.”

It’s just his job. It’s just his job. He wants money. You paid for him to treat you like this, but no matter how many times you tell yourself, you couldn’t stop the reaction your already blushed face showed. The butterflies in your stomach and sexual tension you were sure was only one-sided were starting to make you nauseous.

He saw your heated reaction at his compliment, his signal to place his hand atop yours. Sending chills down your spine, it’s been so long since you’ve had a romantic experience with a man let alone felt turned on by a stranger. But that’s not what caught your attention, why were his hands so cold?

Yuta sensed this immediately, “I apologize, I had just poured your drink I didn’t even think about how cold my hands much be.” He didn’t bother pulling his hands back, instead, he began to trace circles around the area near your thumb.

“It’s okay. But can I, can I just say something personal?”

Strong expensive alcohol is not your friend.

“Of course y/n. Tell me anything” Those eyes, dark and intense made you want to tell him everything you’ve ever thought.

“I just got out of a relationship, he was such a dick Yuta. I wasn’t happy but it was still so hard to leave him. We had been together for so long and I haven’t been flirted with or called pretty in such a long time, and you are so handsome and nice and your friends are so handsome and nice and I feel like I’m in a movie. And these drinks are so good I haven’t drank in years it feels like and I feel like there are butterflies in my stomach and I can’t get them out.” What the fuck was wrong with you?

He pulled his hands back but didn’t stop looking at you. Readjusting his posture his face looked like he was searching for what to say to your drunken word vomit.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have told you all that, oh my god I’m so embarrassing.” You crossed your arms down on the table and laid your head on top of them trying to manifest a phone call to have an excuse to leave with whatever dignity you had left.

“Don’t apologize.” He spoke up, placing his hand on your cheek and slowly leading your head back up to level with him. “There is nothing to be sorry about. I understand this is a little out of your comfort zone. I’m here for you. Tell me everything, I want to know it all. ” He sounded so fucking genuine. How were you gonna say no?

Before you knew it your hour was up and you were wasted. Face now flushed a deep red and hair slightly messy from how often you adjusted it. Words are slurred and vision starting to blur your peripheral vision.

“I can only pray you to come back to see me y/n. There’s something special between us. You are my soul mate after all.” Yuta stood up from the table excusing himself before you could process what he even said.

“Y/n come on it’s time for us to leave grab your bag. Jesus, you wasted as fuck.” Karina came up from behind you helping you stand from the booth.

“Yuta was so nice Karina. I had such a good time he listened to me and made me yummy drinks he was so handsome and perfect he told me he’s my soul mate. How much do I have to pay him for him to be my boyfriend forever.” Half of your weight was on Karina as she lead you to her car.

“Well, your soul mate left you his number,” Karina said placing your bags into the car and beginning to drive off. “Maybe he’ll message you wedding plans.” You couldn’t her sarcasm with how wasted you were.

Your phone dinged.

An unknown number - Please come back soon y/n I miss you. -Yuta

Before you could reply your eyes felt so heavy and you fell asleep, leaving him waiting for a reply.

The next morning was rough. Head pounding and body sore, it had been a while since you had gotten so incredibly wasted. How did the hosts do this every night? Yuta had drunk more than you had but he seemed far better off than you.

Yuta.

How could you forget about the club last night? You pretty much told him your whole life story, good and bad parts. How could you ever face him again? Well, I guess you didn’t have to. The only times you could see him is by paying for his time. Oh my god, his text.

You still hadn’t replied. Pulling out your phone you had a few texts from Karina as well.

Karina - Hey love how are you feeling?

Karina - Text when you wake up

Karina - Also did Yuta text you yet?

Karina - Drink water

Then you saw the text from the unknown number. Yuta’s text.

Unknown Uumber - Please come back soon y/n I miss you. -Yuta

You honestly didn’t know if you could handle seeing him again, with the memories you had from last night and the pounding headache you had, you were drinking a lot. You had no idea what you told him or did with him. God only knows what drunk you decide he was worthy of knowing. You didn’t have to answer him, but part of you still wanted to talk to him. See him again. He was so enticing, so addicting. You had to see him again.

It hasn’t been a day and you already need me back?

It didn’t take him long at all to respond. God damn.

unknown number - I waited for your text all night, why did you take so long?

I was wasted.

unknown number - That’s no excuse. Come back tonight I want to see you. And I know you want to see me.

You do realize I don’t have endless dollars to pay to see you every night?

unknown number - I need you.

The tingling feeling came back. You set your phone down, this next visit wouldn’t be free and you’d have to pay per hour, plus drinks for you and Yuta. Not that you didn’t mind, buying Yuta a drink. It’s just that it would add up eventually and your job was too cheap to give you a good enough raise to spend money so carelessly. Shaking out of your thoughts your phone dinged again, this time it was someone different.

Kun - Hey y/n, can we talk?

Fuck no. No way. Yuta spending all the cash in your wallet was a much better option than this. Opening the chat below it you typed

I’ll be there tonight, wear something cute for me.

And with that, you got out of bed.

This time you decided to dress more casually, well if a long black body con dress with red heels was casual.

Around 7 pm you walked into the host club this time without Karina’s company, you thought I'd be way busier with it being a Saturday night but it was surprisingly bare. With exception of a few women and men tucked away in their seats joined by the gorgeous men you recognized from the night before.

You felt a little more confident this time. Knowing your way around and what to expect you didn’t feel as nervous as the night before. Most of all your excitement to see Yuta blurred out all other thoughts and emotions you had.

Sitting down at a different seat this time you waited for Yuta to arrive. It was fancier and deeper into the giant room. The lighting above was small and resembled a chandler and was brighter than the light from before.

Waiting for Yuta to arrive you looked threw the small menu that listed what drinks were available for the night when footsteps approached you caught your attention. Instead of Yuta, it was the tall blonde man from the night before, will a small smile he asked to sit with you instead.

“Hello y/n I'm Jungwoo, do you remember me?” He said, voice soft and eyes almost begging you to say yes.

“Oh yeah, of course, you were the cute one with the jokes.”

“Y/n you flatter me, Yuta will be here any moment, do you mind if I join you two for a little while?” He asked.

“Yeah totally” You didn’t mean it, “I’d love for you to stay.” Lies. You wanted Yuta to yourself.

And as if God had heard your thoughts Yuta walked up from behind the man across from you.

“Hello y/n. I’m so happy your back. I missed that smile of yours” Yuta said smiling like he did the night before. Tonight he was wearing black slacks with a black silk button-up, the same two top buttons undone but this time a small silver chain necklace wrapped around the base of his neck complimenting his collarbones. To be brutally honest you wanted to ravish him.

All sexual thoughts aside the night were honestly going great, conversation came easy with all of you (mostly you and Jungwoo) being buzzed. Jungwoo made great company and he was such a cute drunk, flirty and funny, and at one point he even stood up and danced with you in the middle of the room pulling and swinging you around, both of you laughing loud enough for everyone to hear you. Yuta sitting quietly watching everything unfold. But after the first 20 minutes passed Jungwoo left, leaving you and Yuta finally alone.

“Jungwoo’s a sweetheart,” Yuta spoke now that you two had a table to yourselves.

You hummed in response. Take another sip of your cocktail.

“I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about you.” He spoke so casually, like it was just a normal phrase. But when you looked up to see his face he was serious, eyes darkened and eyes staring into yours.

Chills shot down your spin.

“Mmm, I'm not sure either.” Letting any words that came to the head spill out of your mouth, if he was truly serious about his feelings you had to play hard to get, and if he was just fishing for a reaction you needed to play it cool.

“Y/n don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about me. You don’t hide your sexual frustrations very well my dear.”

You nearly spit out your entire drink and died right then.

“I have no clue what you're talking about.” You replied trying to hide your state of panic. He fucking read you like a book. “Your mind went somewhere dirty if you think I've gotten aroused from any of our conversations.”

“Oh yeah? You’ve been staring at my lips all night, and don’t think I can’t see your wandering eyes.” He leaned forward almost meeting your face at the other side of the table. “Are the butterflies still trapped y/n? Do need some help letting go?”

Yuta was inches from your face now, you could lean back and escape him but you couldn't back down. Not when he was patronizing you. Trying as hard as you could to keep a poker face you didn’t dare budge.

“Jungwoo’s cute, maybe he’ll help me without making me pay.” You sighed leaning back away from Yuta letting your back hit the cold seat.

“Jungwoo isn’t your soul mate y/n. There’s only so much he could help with.” Yuta leaned back into his seat taking a sip from his drink turning his gaze somewhere else.

Trying to follow where his eyes looked the man from before came to inform you that your time was up and it was time to say your goodbyes. Before Yuta could leave first you stood up hugging him and rapping your arms around his neck.

“You know how to reach me.”

And with that you left, leaving him standing alone.

Not long after you arrived home your phone buzzed.

unknown number - If the butterflies come back, I know a remedy to keep them away. I could show you at my place. Tomorrow night? I’ll pay for drinks.

You did not think that would work…

Send the address. I’ll be there at 8.

Falling asleep, you were more than satisfied that you made him crack first.

When it came time to head to Yuta’s you debated on whether or not to dress up again. He wanted to hook up just as much as you did. So your favorite dark red matching set was a must. And you settled for a black mini dress and heels.

Typing in Yuta’s address you headed over to his place. He lived across town in the expensive rich people neighborhood, which wasn’t a surprise.

“Are you having her over?” Mark’s loud voice made Yuta jump from the other side of the phone.

“Yes I am, there’s no need to YELL into the phone Mark,” Yuta replied.

“It’s just not like you to meet up with women outside of work, now that I think about it you’ve never hooked up with a customer,” Mark said.

“Well I liked her, and I'm not even sure if we’ll hook up,” Yuta said finishing getting ready, anticipating your arrival.

“If you aren’t going to fuck her what is this? Don’t tell me you're going to drink from her. She was cute I'll be so sad.” Mark’s voice echoed over the phone.

“No I’m not going to drink from her, I just wanted to have a beautiful woman over that’s all. What happens, happens.” Bringing out his nice wine glasses and fixing his hair in the mirror for the 5th time, Yuta tries to hang up.

“Wait. Yuta doesn’t tell me this is what I think it is.”

“And what do you think this is?” Yuta answered annoyed by Mark's stubbornness.

“She’s not your soul mate.” Mark's voice was cold and stern.

“Mark I don’t want to talk about this. I have to go.”

“Yuta listens to me, you can’t base every choice you make off of visions and prayers and promises from him.”

“Who said I was? Plus Mark thinks about it, he told me on the 6th day of the 6th month the 6th woman would be her. That’s y/n. He has never been wrong Mark and you know this. If it’s true and y/n is my soulmate she can turn me back.”

“Yuta when has devil ever had our side, look what he did to us.”

A knock came on Yuta’s door, with only one option of who it could be. “She’s here Mark, goodbye.”

Pulling up to Yuta’s house it was way nicer than you thought, huge and painted a dark grey. Before you could even knock Yuta had opened the door.

“Y/n welcome. Come inside, please.” His smile was warm and charming making you want to eat him alive right then and there.

“Thanks. I was so shocked when I saw your house, to be honest. It’s so nice, makes my place look like a dump.” Following him inside.

“Don’t say that y/n I'm sure your place is great. We’ll go there next, yeah?” Pulling out a chair at his dinner table for you to sit. Once you did he pushed you in. Next? He already wanted there to be the next time?

“I know you usually drink wine, want anything stronger? I have it all.” He spoke pulling a few bottles from a shelf along with two glasses.

“I’m good with anything, I trust you.” Turning your body to face him.

The night went amazing, sharing drinks and stories. You both lightly buzzed but not drunk enough to not enjoy yourself to the fullest. The conversation was so easy and simple that it felt like you had known Yuta your whole life. He told you more about his past and childhood but tended to avoid the topic of his job. Which you understood.

As the night went on you both continued drinking and somehow moved over to the couch where you sat a little too close for this to just be two friends causally drinking together. His hands started to explode your thighs running his hand up and down and causally tracing circles around your knees as he talked. The tension was thick and you both started to make the conversation and your movements riskier. The butterflies were back.

“Y/n if you're going to try to seduce me at least touch me back,” he said smirking at your cheeks heating up.

It was true you had been flirting and talking him up all night but you hadn’t touched him other than your shoulder touching his. Shifting your body to face him you moved to straddle him. Causing your dress to slightly rise your legs giving me more to touch.

“Well that was easier than I thought.” he laughed, tracing his hand down the sides of your torso down to your waist and holding you there, bodies now pressed against each other. Your eyes were half open and breath heavy, still trying to focus your mind on anything but the feeling between your thighs.

“Can I kiss you?“ Yuta’s voice was deep and soft almost a whisper, but with how close your faces were it was like it spoke it into your soul.

Nodding your head, he placed his hand on the bottom of your chin guiding your lips to his and filling the leftover space between you two, tasting the alcohol on his tongue.

His kiss was soft and gentle, intimate. You knew you both wanted to go farther, touch and feel every part of each other. Explore each other’s desires but with how he was kissing you it felt almost like it was your first time. You couldn’t help but feel giddy and excited like he had just stolen your first kiss. His other hand was still placed on your hip you moved your hands to hold his face and neck, slowly grabbing onto his hair to try to get as close as you could.

Finally, he broke the kiss, both of you trying to catch your breath. He moved to your jaw kissing every part of you he could reach, moving down your neck and to your collar bones.

You couldn’t help but shutter, your hands moving to start unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly pushing it off his shoulders.

“Ride my thigh.” he said pulling off the rest of his shirt and tossing it onto the floor.”

Your eyes widened you couldn’t hide the obvious shock on your face. You had never done it before, but by the feeling of him under you, you weren’t at all opposed. He slightly lifted you moving you to sit on his thigh and grabbing your waist. Holding onto his shoulders pulling him into another kiss he started to guide your hips on his thigh rocking you back and forth. Causing the friction of his pants on your clit to make you moan. He held you down more forcing your legs to spread even wider on him, grinding down against him and deepening the kiss.

“Yuta, it feels so good.” breathing heavily, moving your hips faster feeling your orgasm start to build in the pit of your stomach. He moved his hand from your waist to under your panties and onto your clit making you gasp against his mouth.

“Cum baby, I know you want to” Voice low and erotic sending you straight into your orgasm moving your head in his neck moaning and panting. Yuta still holding your hips guiding you.

Reaching down in between you, your palmed at his cock making him throw his head back into the cushion.

“Mmm not here. Bedroom.” Grabbing your hand he led you to his room. It was dark with only the moonlight from the open window. Just enough light to see the man in front of you. Guiding you down, Yuta laid on top of you caging you into the pillows. You removed your dress while he went back to kissing down your chest, helping you pull it off.

“Take this off?” He asked running his finger down the strap of your bra.

You sat up slightly undoing the clip in the back and throwing your bra somewhere across the room pulling Yuta by the neck back down on top of you. Chest to chest, you could feel your heart beating in your chest.

“Yuta want you now, please. Please don’t make me beg for you.” Your eyes were full of lust staring back up at him. Arching your back trying to get anything from him that you could.

“No need to beg beautiful, I’ll do anything you say.” Kissing down your chest to your stomach, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most. He moved lower down the bed not breaking eye contact. Gently grabbing your knees and partying your legs for him.

“For somebody so cocky your so needy.” He said slowly pulling down your panties and tossing them on the floor. “Mouth or fingers baby.”

“Anything Yuta please whatever you want just need you.” You sounded like a bitch in the heat but damn it it’s been weeks since you’ve slept with someone and Yuta’s sexy ass had you worked up so much you’d die if he didn’t make you cum again in the next 5 minutes.

Before you could say anything else you felt Yuta press open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs.

“Yuta ple-“ you couldn't even finish your sentence when you finally felt his mouth on your clit sucking and kissing. Adding two fingerings into you with ease fucking in and out of you.

“God Yuta please don’t stop keep going feels so good” You couldn’t keep still he was giving you everything you craved and more squirming trying to grind yourself against his fingers and tongue.

“Feel good baby? I swear you were made for me” Yuta placed his hand on your stomach holding you in place. Your next orgasm building quick with how perfectly he was hitting every spot inside of you.

“Close Yuta please keep going.” voice shaking and breathy with pleasure. “Mmm, I'm gonna-” before you could finish you came on Yuta’s tongue sending shivers down your spine and taking all the breath out of your body. Yuta still working his fingers helping you ride out your pleasure.

“Yuta need you now please, wanna feel you in me.” Grabbing his face and lifting him back to you kissing him harder this time tasting yourself on his tongue.

He pulled down his underwear freeing his already hard cock. Running your hand down his chest and between his legs you started stroking him while he kissed you stopping at the tip to run your finger over his slit, making him moan into your mouth.

“Y/n please don’t tease me. Wanna be inside.” Breathy and whiny he groped your breast pinching and squeezing. “Gonna fuck you now. Need you.”

“Need you too, Yuta” Kissing him hard, lips teeth, and tongue all crashing into each other with hunger.

He guided his cock into you slowly stretching you making you moan into his mouth and grind down against him. Wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

“Fuck you feel so good baby taking me so well.” Moving in out of you faster now. Stroking perfectly to hit every spot making your stomach flip and feeling your third orgasm start to build.

He fucked into you so perfectly, he was rough but in a way where it still felt like he was making love with you. Moving his hand down to your clit tracing circles making your back arch and head roll back.

“Y/n I'm close.” Yuta let out a breathy moan still keeping up his pace. God damn where is this stamina coming from?

“So close, keep going please.” Feeling like you were about to burst yet again, Yuta kissed your jaw and breathed onto your neck ripping your third orgasm out of you.

“Fuck y/n your gonna be the death of me” thrusting himself as deep as he could then pulling out and cuming onto your stomach and chest.

He was glowing in the moonlight, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, chest rising and falling and arms strained for holding himself above you. He rolled over and collapsed next to you on the bed.

Grabbing your hand and holding it, kissing the back of it. “Thank you y/n”

Turning to face him you leaned over kissing him.

“I should probably be thanking you, that was probably the best orgasm I've ever had. No more butterflies, for now at least”

“Now you're just feeding my ego y/n. I’m kinda sad they're gone, hopefully, they come back soon. I want to do this again.” He said starting to forget what he originally wanted to say. “Want to shower? It’s late I was thinking you could stay the night. I can give you some close and I'll sleep on the couch. If you don’t want to I understand I don’t want to “Kissing him again to cut him off.

“A shower would be nice, id love to stay. And you were just inside me so sleeping together is a must. As long as I get to be the big spoon.”

“Deal.” He said smiling helping you up and showing you to the bathroom. He grabbed your towels and clothes and left to shower in the guest bathroom leaving you alone in the room. Slightly disappointed he didn’t ask to join you.

The sex was fucking amazing. Yuta was amazing. You couldn’t help but start to feel like maybe you two could become more. You trusted him with your body, who you didn’t let many see. And you trusted him with your feelings which even fewer people knew about. He made you feel safe and cared for, which Kun, never did. He was always so busy with work or other plans you didn’t even remember the last time you two had been intimate without the influence of alcohol.

Drying off and getting dressed in the clothes he left you, you tried to shake off the growing feelings you were feeling for him. What if he just wanted sex and nothing else? I mean you weren’t at all opposed to hooking up again but part of you craved the emotional side of him. You didn’t know a lot about him besides what little information he shared, he was so mysterious.

After settling down into the bed and grabbing your phone from your bag, Yuta walked in. Dressed in only black sweatpants that hung low on his waist.

“Hi” you spoke up sitting up to face him.

“Hi” he smiled, if it weren’t so dark you could almost make out his cheeks turning red.

Crawling inside the covers, he lay facing you looking up into your eyes. “I’m not sure if you were planning on leaving early, but if you do I have some food in the fridge help yourself, and you are welcome to anything in my closet if you don’t want to wear your dress out tomorrow morning.”

“Oh. Well, I usually don’t wake up early, I wasn’t planning on sneaking away. You can’t get rid of me that easily Yuta.” You said shuffling down the pillow and getting to eye level with him. “Roll over.” You said twirling your finger.

“Wait what,” he said taken aback by your statement.

“I said I'm the big spoon, roll over so I can cuddle you.”

“OH. To be honest I thought that was your way of telling me you were sick of looking at my face.” He sat up rolling himself to face the wall.

“Mmm never. You're too pretty.” You said cuddling up to his back wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Y/n you flatter me so, oh shit wait.” he sat up, closing the window and moving the black curtains that hung beside them to cover any light that could come threw.

Climbing back into bed and back into your arms, “It’s hard for me to sleep when there’s any light, so could you keep the curtains closed in the morning.” he said.

“Oh yeah of course. What are you afraid of the sun Yuta.” running your hand up and down his chest, resting your head in between his neck and the pillow.

“Something like that,” he said holding your hands that laid on his chest.

“Mmm okay. Goodnight Yuta.” You whispered in his ear drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight y/n.”

Yuta's eyes shot open, a now dark inhuman red shade. His body went stiff realizing you two had moved to lay on your backs with you holding onto his side. Skin pale and body aching and tingling and head dizzy he moved out of your grasp and out into the living room. Searching his shelf for anything he could drink to fix his physical state. Tonight was his night to feed but it slipped his mind with how much he wanted to spend the night with you. Trying to find anything he might have left in case of emergency he only found a small vile. Not enough to feed off of. He needed blood and fast it had been a week since he last had any. Leaving him weak and desperate for anything he could get. He could go out and find somebody, surely somebody was out walking alone at night. No, he might wake you up.

Oh… there was always you. That would do the trick.

Walking back into his bedroom he saw your sleeping figure under his sheets. Breathing in your scent eyes full of hunger and desire. He could always have you. Bending over using his hand to push back the hair in front of your face, and pulling down his t-shirt from your neck. He craved you, knowing your sweet taste would replenish him and bring him back to his normal state.

He couldn't, trying to come to his sense. Shaking himself from the thoughts that clouded his mind. Trying to reason with himself didn't work, fangs starting to bare from his teeth, mouth-watering. He slowly moved his mouth to where he once kissed your delicate neck, opening his mouth and biting down tasting what sweetly ran threw your veins.

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gemini-sensei · 10 months

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Parents Night | Boss!Eli Moskowitz x Nanny!Reader Pt. 3

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ Parts One and Two

Series Masterlist

Big thank you for @sensei-venus for the idea for this part 💖 small note, but when it comes to naming characters, I just use the first name that comes to mind sometimes, so sorry if you're name is in this.

CW: mentioned parental/spousal death, angst & fluff, nothing much else (half edited).

When the twins came running up to Reader with a flier from their school, their excitement was contagious. Phoenix shoved it as her whilst she was enjoying some down time in the living room, but she was quick to close her book and give them her undevided attention. Their grins were so big and happy as they started talking over each other, practically bouncing in place.

She took the flier and discovered it was for family night at their school, where the children could show them their classroom and where they learned. Reader had small memories of such nights when she was in grade school, how much fun it was to see her little friends and show off all the art projects she'd done.

"Oh, this is exciting," she told them, smiling wide. She flatted the slightly crumpled paper out on the table, imagining one of the twins had shoved it in their backpack and only remembered it now. "We should go give this to your dad, yeah?"

"We want you to come too," Mia giggled, barely able to keep herself on her feet as she hopped with enthusiasm. "We want you to meet Ms. Summer."

"And we want to show you our classroom!" Phoenix boasted proudly.

Reader laughed as she nodded along. "Alright, I'll come too. I think Junie will like it, don't you?"

"Yeah!" They shouted together. Then they started talking over each other again and somehow hatched a plan to go pick out their clothes for the special night - which was at the end of the week.

They ran off in a hurry and Reader softly laughed behind her hand. She stood up to take the flier to Eli's office, knocking on the door gently. When she heard him say "come in," she opened it swiftly and walked in with a smile.

"I hope your schedule isn't too busy Thursday night," she said and slipped him the paper.

He took it and smiled before looking up at her. "Not at all. I can take the kids and you can have the night off."

She grinned, flattered by his offer but ultimately more happy to join. "Actually, I've been invited."

"Phoenix and Mia want you to go?" he asked softly.

She nodded. "They're very excited for it. I think they're proud of learning, which is nice. I never wanted to sit down and do homework, but they're very receptive to it. So I don't mind joining you all if you don't."

He shook his head. "Not at all. I think it's sweet of them to want you to go. Plus, I really don't want to watch all three of them in a crowded school for two hours."

They laughed over the ordeal and set up a little game plan to have the night running smoothly. It was a short conversation, as soon Mia was yelling down for Reader's help and Eli's phone rang. They parted ways with smiles on their faces, thinking nothing more of it.

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Thursday night approached a lot quicker than expected, almost surprising Reader when she realized what day it was early that morning. After the kids were dropped off, she spent the morning going over statements from her boutique when she saw the date. She had to double check everything and then plan out the rest of her day around that. She finished up her work early, saving some stuff for tomorrow, and had a pretty standard time taking care of Junie.

When it came time to go pick up the twins from school, she knew that they weren't going to have a lot of time between then and when they had to go back up to the school. So she went ahead and dressed Junie in her little dress and leggings, had her bag packed, and everything they could need in the car. Then she picked up the twins, brought them home, let them have a snack, then helped them get ready for their special night. It was hassle free, thankfully, and they didn't hit any bumps in the road.

They arrived at the school and Reader made sure to keep the twins close, even though they were practically bouncing off of the walls and trying to tug her down the halls to their classroom.

Her phone buzzed and she checked it, finding a text from Eli. Running late. Start without me. Be there ASAP.

She smiled, knowing that he was trying his best. With that being said, she let the twins walk her to their classroom while she pushed Junie in her stroller.

There was artwork all over the walls, from finger paintings to yarn projects, and more. Mia jumped up when she found hers and pointed it out to Reader, smiling wide as she told her about her finger painting and about what all there was to see on it. Phoenix was less interested in showing off his artwork and wanted her to see his writing handout, which was pinned up along with others that showed off how much they were learning.

"Look, see! See! I can spell smile!" he boasted.

Reader grinned. "That's amazing!"

They finally made it to the classroom, which was full of color and laughter. There were other kids inside, showing their parents and even some grandparents around the room. The teacher was standing near her desk, talking with a couple as she wore a bright smile.

Mia took hold of the front of the stroller and started pulling it with her in the direction of her teacher. "Come on! Come on!"

Phoenix bounded ahead, laughing as he hugged the woman around her leg. "Ms. Summer!"

The adults all laughed with him and the couple excused themselves as their own child came running over to show them something. The teacher greeted Phoenix happily, then looked up as Mia lead Reader and Junie - who was squealing with glee - over.

"Hi," Reader said with a short wave.

"Hello. I'm Summer Jensen, but everyone around here just calls me Ms. Summer," she said in return. She put her hand out and Reader took it to shake. "You must be the twins mother. They talk about you so much."

Reader was taken aback, slightly shocked. She licked her lips, quickly recovering as she held the woman's hand. "No, actually I'm their new nanny, Reader."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Ms. Summer said softly, though she looked a little confused. However, she covered it up with a smile. "They just speak so highly of the pretty dresses you wear."

Flattered, Reader couldn't help but do a little twirl. She owned a vintage clothing shop after all, so she had to dress the part in her opinion. It was one of her many loves and she wanted to share that with the world as much as possible, that was why she opened her store.

"How sweet," she said. She cut a quick look at the twins to see their reaction, and though Phoenix hadn't seemed too bothered by the comment, Mia looked a little sad. "Well, Mr. Moskowitz is on his way. He's just running a little late from work."

Ms. Summer nodded. "Alright-"

"Phoenix! Mia! Come meet my big brother!" another child shouted from across the room.

Phoenix grabbed Mia by the hand and pulled her over, the two looking in better spirits than a second ago.

With them away, Ms. Summer addressed Reader. "Again, I am so sorry. I was under the impression Mrs. Moskowitz was coming."

"Um, I don't really know how to say this, but the twins' mother passed away," Reader told her, voice gentle and low. She didn't want anyone to overhear who didn't need to, or make anyone upset. Even so, Junie became fussy, as if she knew what they were talking about. "Oh, sweet baby."

Reader bent down to take her from the stroller and console her. Ms. Summer watched with sad, careful eyes.

"I assume this is Junie," she said.

Reader smiled as she bounced the baby, who started to giggle, a crisis averted. "Yeah, she's a doll. The twins love her."

"I can tell. They talk about her quite a bit as well," Ms. Summer said.

They both entertained the baby until Phoenix, loud as ever, called Reader over to the book corner. The women said goodbye and parted ways. Ms. Summer let Reader put the stroller out of the way before she walked over to the little bookcases.

"You can sit on the beanie chair," Mia said, fluffing up the beanbag chair for her.

Reader smiled. "Alright," she said and carefully took a seat with Junie on her lap.

The twins proceeded to show off all the books they liked, mostly from being read to in class. Mia showed off the ones she especially liked to sit down with during their practice reading time. Phoenix showed off the picture books with cars and monster trucks, making sure to show his baby sister all the pictures.

They sat like that for a while before the twins wanted to show Reader another corner of the room. It was a fun time, but made even better when Eli showed up.

"Well well well, having fun without me?" he asked as he walked up.

He was still in his dress pants, but had gone forgone his professional looking jacket and tie. Reader had caught onto the fact that he was a far more casual person than his position let on, though he still took it very seriously. She got the impression, though, that if he could wear a tee shirt and sweats to work, he would, but as the CEO he had to keep some sense of professionalism about him. However, when he was working from home, it was casual all the day long.

"Daddy!" the twins shouted. They ran to him and hugged around the legs, buzzing with excitement.

He crouched down to give them a hug, squeezing them tight as they giggled. Then, once he stood up, it was Junie's turn. He took her into his arms and she held onto his shirt tightly, squealing with joy at seeing him.

"I hope they haven't been too much trouble for ya," he said, looking to Reader.

"No, of course not," she said.

"Come on, daddy," Mia said, taking his free hand. "I wanna show you my sea turtle drawing!"

"Reader!" Phoenix jumped up. "I need to go potty!"

"Oh, okay," she said. She and Eli shared a look before she turned her attention back onto Phoenix. "Do you want me to walk with you to the restroom?"

"Yes, please," he said and put out his hand.

She took it and the little group split up. Reader and Phoenix walked out into the hallway while Mia took Hawk and Junie to a wall full of more artwork. The restroom wasn't a long walk from the classroom and when they got there, Reader waited outside for him.

When he came out, he took her hand again and they started walking back to the classroom. However, he had something on his mind.

"I'm sorry I told Ms. Summer you were our mommy," he said, a little sadly.

Reader stopped and crouched down to his level. "Oh, Phoenix, it's okay. But can I ask why you did that?"

"Everyone else has mommies in my class... They're all real mommies and step mommies and just mommies, but I don't have one... I miss my mommy."

"Aw, honey, I know you do," she told him. She gave him a hug, holding him close as he began to sniffle. Rubbing his back gently, she shushed him. "I may not be your mommy, but I hope I'm someone you can trust, because I'm here for you and your sisters."

He nodded and buried his face in her shirt. When he wouldn't let go, she picked him up and held him on her hip, lightly rocking him as they stood in the lightly crowded hall. She let him cry softly until he was ready to go back to the classroom.

She walked with him in her arms, his face hidden in her neck because he didn't want his friends to see him upset. She didn't mind. However, when Eli saw them, he grew worried.

He walked over, leaving Junie and Mia to play on the rug with some toys and another child. "Hey, is everything okay?"

He layed a hand on his son's back, comforting him. Phoenix was receptive to it, but clung to Reader the entire time.

"Yeah, everything's okay," Reader said softly. "I'll tell you later."

Eli nodded, though still wore a worried expression. However, it melted away when she gave him a reassuring smile, and they continued their little tour of the school.

By the time they all arrived home, the twins were starving. Dinner was ready for them, so it was as simple as sit down and eat, then get the twins cleaned up and ready for bed.

Eli took care of Junie, ensuring she was fed and that she was dressed for bed. She fell asleep quickly and he laid her down in her bed, giving her a final kiss on the forehead and a soft goodnight.

When he walked down the hall, he heard Reader's voice coming from twins' room. It was split in half between Phoenix and Mia's sides, toys strewn about, costumes hanging off of bed posts, and from what Eli could gather, a Barbie was leading a dinosaur army into battle in the corner. It reminded him about how he needed to clean out one of the other rooms to turn into a bedroom, and he mentally put it at the top of his to-do list.

He came to stop at the door and peered in, seeing her reading to them. She was almost done, but that didn't mean anything, for Eli soon became just as spellbound by her storytelling abilities as the kids were. They were hooked to every word she spoke as she gave it bravado and flare, smiling the entire time.

As it came to an end, Phoenix yawned tiredly. Reader closed the book and placed it back on the little bookcase in the room, smiling at the kids softly.

"Goodnight," she said sweetly.

"Can I have a hug?" Phoenix asked abruptly before she could even think about walking to the door.

She smiled. "Of course."

Reader leant over to give him a big hug, then made sure to tuck him in tight. Then she hurried over to Mia's side of the room to do the same, mentioning how they could all have hugs. It made Mia giggle.

Eli came into the room to give each twin a kiss on the head and tell them goodnight, then exited with Reader. He turned out the light, watching the nightlights come to life, then he pulled the door almost shut.

The pair of adults walked down to the kitchen, Reader looking to make herself a cup of tea and Eli hoping to have a word with her. He waited a moment, not wanting to rush into things since it had been an eventful and long evening. He didn't let the silence hang for too long though.

"So, what happened tonight?"

Reader looked up from her cup for a moment, then put her eyes back down. She swallowed hard, an odd lump forming in the back of her throat. As she remembered everything the twins' teacher had said, she became a little embarrassed.

"Oh, well, uh, as it would turn out, Phoenix told his teacher that I was his and Mia's mom," she explained, hoping she'd found the right words. She didn't know how to navigate the situation as well when presenting it to her boss. They were his children after all.

Eli's posture changed. He stood straighter and became a little rigid. The thought of his wife came to mind and saddened him. He'd always miss her since her passing, but it wasn't as depressing as before. The wound was healing. It wasn't hard to talk about her anymore, but it hurt knowing his children missed her so much.

Then there was Reader, who was put into an awkward position because of it. Something completely out of her control. Something she still knew so little about.

"I'm sorry," he said. He bit his lip, trying to figure out where to go from there. All he could think of was apologizing.

She smiled kindly, awkward but understanding. "It's alright. I know and understand why he did it. He really misses her and feels like he's somehow different from his classmates without a mom. I mean, he was telling me how the other kids all have moms whether they're their "real" mom or not, and I think it makes him feel a little... othered in a way."

"Did someone say something to him?" Eli asked, a ting of worry in his voice. He knew from first hand experience that some kids were unusually cruel.

She shook her head. "Not that I know of. He's a smart boy, so I think maybe he's picked up on it over time."

They were silent for a moment, and still Eli could think of nothing but apologizing.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Reader said. She finished making her tea and walked up to him. "There's nothing to be sorry for. He's still coping, and it might be a little confusing to me still, that I'm here. I mean, look at it from his view. I'm a woman that's come to live with you and your family, and I take care of them everyday. They know I'm the nanny, but I don't think they quite understand what that means."

He nodded gently, letting everything sink in. It made sense. She made perfect sense. Who was he to go out and hire someone to come into their home and help take care of his kids? Sure, he made them all a part of the hiring process to ensure compatibility, only for them to find the perfect match off of the street, but that still had to be confusing for a child.

"It's almost no different than if I'd remarried," he said softly. He didn't like it, though. The hurt was still there and such a thought had not crossed his mind once since his wife died.

Reader chuckled, lightening the mood. She smiled. "Almost. You and I are far from romantic love interests, Mr. Moskowitz."

He smiled, glad that she could tease him like a friend. He was glad that the night had not ruined the entire agreement they had. He was glad she was so involved and nurturing and good with the kids. For, if it weren't for Reader, he wouldn't know what he'd be doing now. He supposed life would be that much harder, harder when it was hard enough; when there was still an emotional toll being taken out of him and his kids; when he was a single father at a loss for what more to do, left asking himself if he was doing it all right. He was thankful she was there, beyond thankful actually.

"I can't thank you enough."

"You don't have to thank me at all."

She took her cup of tea and sipped it, then started walking to the kitchen door.

"Goodnight, Eli."

He watched her pass through the door and disappear behind it, smiling. "Goodnight, Reader."

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kyojurismo · 9 months

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★ — disposable .

character : sanemi shinazugawa

summary : accepting to sleep with a rich and spoiled college student, what could possibly go wrong?

tags : modern au, fem!reader, 1.8k words, slight smut, no happy ending, i made sanemi suffer *evil laugh*, reader is a rich spoiled college student btw ( for context ), sanemi is a couple of years older but no age specified so you’re free to choose, does it count as angst? there’s a part where some guy is trying to touch r w/o consent but nothing too bad, alright it doesn’t make much sense so don’t look at it too closely okay, barely proofread of course.

notes : first, i don’t know what this is. second, i wrote this bc i liked the idea of r being the one holding the knife y’know… the initial concept was amazing in my head, but when i finished writing it turned out differently lol. so as i said, do not look too closely and just enjoy reading about sanemi finding himself in such a situation. ALSO, i’m genuinely bad at summarising my works so ignore them bc most of the time they don’t make any sense lmao.

“she’s clearly using you,” tengen raised the cigarette to his lips, after some seconds he blew out the smoke through his nose. “yeah? i don’t really care though.”

sanemi stared down at his drink before gulping it down in one go. he grimaced at the burning in his throat before glancing at his friend. “jeez, have some self-respect, man!” obanai couldn’t believe his childhood friend was alright with that situation. not at all.

“the sex is fine, you know i don’t care about finding a long lasting relationship. so if she just wants to fuck, that’s fine with me.”

was it really fine though?

sanemi stared at your figure, as you grabbed your clothes from the floor and fixed your hair. “hey,” he called for you, making you sigh and turn to look at him. “hm?” you didn’t exactly looked annoyed but he could sense it. “wanna go out for, i don’t know… a date or some shit?” he asked, trying to sound casual about it. you raised your brows, surprised by the sudden desire to see you for something like that.

“oh um. nope?” you chuckled before biting your lips. “plus, i’m busy,” you added and grabbed your phone and keys from the nightstand. “i didn’t say tomorrow or anything. i meant in the future, like some day… i don’t know,” he shrugged and scratched his cheek slowly.

“listen ‘nemi. you have a very nice cock, and your voice is sexy and all… but that’s it, okay? i’m fine with what we do now, and i don’t want anything more,” you explained plain and simple, smiling at the end. “if you can’t keep up with that, we can stop. no grudges,” you added.

“no no, i was just looking for some company to drink because my friends are out of town. i’m fine with just sex,” he was quick to reassure you, offering a smirk.

he didn’t realised his heart skipped a beat when you said you could stop meeting.

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“god…” you sighed deeply and smiled, satisfied. sanemi pulled out and then collapsed beside you, taking a moment to come back to his senses. “you left a hand print,” you complained then, noticing it on your hips.

“not my fault you can’t handle me,” he spat, looking at the ceiling. you were surprised, since he never acted like that. he would always apologise and promise to be more gentle. “okay… i thought you came too, dickhead,” you said in return, offended by his behaviour.

“the fuck– you sure are a spoiled brat,” he glanced at you, noticing your annoyed expression. “yeah, i am. what about it? i thought you were fine with fucking someone like me,” you retorted before trying to sit up. “ha! not yet, darling. i still need to fully empty my balls,” he pulled you back down into the mattress and was on you again now.

you looked at him in surprise before moaning as his fingers moved to your center and started playing with your puffy clit, sanemi watched closely as you twitched under his muscular body. you weren’t really ready to leave.

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as time passed, sanemi grew frustrated with you. he knew you were spoiled and too self-centered, you only cared about yourself and did something only it said something could be beneficial for yourself. but he promised himself it would be fine, he would get the possibility to fuck you whenever he desired and watch your face go stupid while riding his cock.

what he didn’t planned was to somehow fall for you. you knew how to behave like a decent human being, you just preferred to keep going on your path. he thought he could change it, maybe you would fall for him too.

but the more it went on, the more he realised that things never go like we desire.

he sat quietly, sipping his drink, while looking at you dancing and have fun with some random guy. tengen rolled his eyes when he noticed you. “give me one valid reason for her to be here too,” he turned his head to sanemi. “i want to fuck later, it’s easier if we’re already together,” he muttered, making eye contact with you before you purposely leaned over to the guy next to you and started making out with him.

“there are plenty of spoiled brats, but you fell for the worst ever. i swear to god…” tengen’s words became unclear at some point, sanemi’s purple eyes watched how that guy started touching your back and hips, before going to squeeze your butt. you pulled away, trying to stop him.

sanemi was already walking towards you, taking a deep breath. you pushed the guy, yelling at him to leave, but of course he didn’t listen.

“go to hell,” sanemi spat with enough venom to make the guy freeze in place and grabbed your wrist, pulling you away with him. “my saviour!” you hugged his arm happily, giggling softly.

of course you were drunk.

“hi tennie!” you waved energetically at sanemi’s tall friend and he simply glanced at you, not really happy to see you. “my ‘nemi saved me!” you explained, hugging him tighter. “stop,” he tried to make you sit down in front of him, rolling his eyes. “lemme guess… now you’re on babysitting duty?” sanemi glared at tengen, making him understand he had to leave him alone.

“my ‘nemi, what a bullshit,” he repeated under his breath before asking for another drink. you moved your head to the rhythm of the music, laughing a bit too loud to his liking. “stop, you’ll get a headache,” he warned you, feeling like he was talking with a child.

“you’re angry? why?!” you leaned closer to his face, making him flinch away. you changed completely after too many drinks, he hated it. he hated that a part of him found you adorable and wanted to protect you.

“i’m not, now sit down properly,” he sighed, before gulping down the third glass of the night.

“i wanna leave, can we leave please? the room is spinning,” you pleaded, grabbing his hand. “hm, alright,” he helped you down the stool and grabbed your hand. sanemi walked towards the table where his friends were sitting to say goodbye.

“drive safely!” mitsuri smiled at the two of you, always kind. “bye bye,” tengen waved his hand distractedly, focused on listening to something his girlfriend was saying. obanai nodded at him and then you two walked away, towards the exit of the club.

you were singing a bunch of different songs during the whole ride home, chuckling and trying to convince sanemi to do the same, without any results.

once sanemi reached your apartment, he accompanied you and helped you getting ready for bed. he took care of you. once again.

you sank into the bed and giggled, rambling about something. sanemi made sure to leave a glass of water on your nightstand, with some painkillers for tomorrow morning.

he stared at you for a couple of moments, deep in thought.

“i can’t keep up with all this,” he said then, even though he knew you couldn’t hear now, you just fell asleep after all. “somehow… for some reason, i love you. i’m fucked up in the head, i guess. but you’re not the right one for me, so i have to let you go,” he caressed your warm cheek gently, looking down at your peaceful expression. “even though i don’t want to… that’s what i have to do.”

tears formed into his eyes quickly as he leaned over and kissed your forehead, caressing your face one last time. he pulled back and glanced at you before finally turning around to exit your bedroom and your apartment. he wiped away the tears before entering his car and start the engine.

sanemi was ready to disappear from your life, and what hurt the most was that you seemed to be completely fine with that. after all, sanemi was the one always calling you and messaging you in the past year, so why would it change?

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