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shinuko · 7 months

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promise ring

#: tattoo artist boyfriend!geto, fluff, gn!reader, implied college au, gojo cameo

wc: 1.4k

tw/cw: unusally suggestive (my brain was in the gutter…), the f word (f*ck, a couple times), use of pet names (baby, sweetheart)

“ya like it up there?” geto chuckles, setting his book down above his head. he’s lying on his back, using his hands as a pillow, as he watches you. your legs are straddling his waist and you’re tracing the tattoos that decorate his chest. you hum, curling your fingers to scratch softly at his skin. “mm…” he groans, “mercy, baby, they’re healed but still a little… mmh… tender...”

“yeah?” you tease, letting your fingers slide lower down his abdomen, “then what about here?” you’re inching closer to his waistband when he flips you over, caging you underneath him, his hand pulling you close from the small of your back. his gaze drops to your lips and he licks his hungrily.

“fuck around and find out,” he grins, “you fucked around, so now you get to find out.” you didn’t get a chance to retort as geto quickly closes the space between you, trapping your mouth with his and hands wandering every part of your body. he’s lifting your shirt, the tantalizing skin of your stomach peeking through, and trails kisses down from your jaw to your neck, collarbone, and then chest, looking up at you before continuing any further. “this okay, sweetheart?” he presses a kiss against your stomach, “do you want me to stop?”

your fingers find his hair, keeping his head in place, and you arch your back, chasing the feeling of his lips brushing against your skin again. “no,” you breathe, “keep going.” too caught up in the pleasure rippling across your body, you don’t register the sound of the door unlocking.

“what the fuck- suguru, why didn’t you- ohhh, i see… nevermind! carry on!” gojo quickly turns on his heel and walks out, the door slamming shut behind him. geto lets his head fall into the crook of your shoulder, sighing when you leave a few comforting strokes on his hair, before heaving himself up to retrieve his roommate. after he leaves, you sit up, fixing yourself, and bring your knees up to your chest, waiting for their return.

“honestly, satoru, why do you have a phone if you don’t even use it?” you hear geto grumble as he unlocks the door.

“i’m sorry! i just didn’t see it! hey y/n.”

“yeah, yeah. whatever… sorry ‘bout that, baby,” he says, sitting down beside you, “looks like we got ourselves a guest.” he glares pointedly at gojo, who crosses his arms in response and sticks out his tongue at geto.

“this ‘guest’ also happens to pay half of the rent here, you know,” gojo huffs, muttering, “i should’ve stayed in the library longer…”

“yes you should’ve, why didn’t you?”

“because i was getting hungry and tired,” he shoots back, “anyways, let’s get takeout. what would you like to eat, y/n?”

“oh, uh, how about sushi?”

“i want ramen.”

gojo hums, “okay, sushi it is. sprite okay with you, y/n?” tapping away at his phone, gojo quickly finishes putting in the order and rises from his spot on the couch. “i ordered it, and it's gonna be 30 minutes. please keep the noise to a minimum… i’m gonna take a nap, wake me up when it’s here.”

geto scoffs, rolling his eyes, as you laugh. the door closes behind gojo with a soft click. geto pulls out his ipad, opening the application he uses to sketch tattoo designs. you lean your head on his shoulder, peeking at the screen, and look at his drawings—this one looks to be a spine tattoo.

“is that for you?”

geto sighs, “for a client. he wanted something symbolic, has something to do with his girlfriend or something like that…”

you notice the wrinkles forming from his furrowed brows, “hm... so, what are you thinking about?”

“...tattoos based on relationships are dangerous,” he murmurs, adding more lines to his design, “and if things go wrong, it gets very difficult. i don’t understand why they would do that to themselves. don’t you think it’s stupid?.”

“i think it’s pretty sweet actually,” you say, “you’re making that conscious decision even while knowing the consequences. pretty telling about their determination and loyalty, don’t you think?”

geto hums, still touching up the design, “...if you say so, baby.”

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“feel free to talk about something. it might help with the pain.” geto smiles sympathetically at the man lying down in the chair.

“what… would i even talk about?” the man asks through gritted teeth.

geto wipes away at the excess ink, examining his work, “what about why you’re getting this tattoo? you said it had something to do with your girlfriend?”

some of the pain seems to disappear from his face, and a shy smile stretches across his lips: he’s obviously lost in thought about his girlfriend. “it’s a reference to one of those k-dramas that she’s been watching lately. before we got serious, we were watching this one called ‘guardian’ something… the title is too long for me to remember,” he chuckles, “but the flower the guy gives the girl—buckwheat flowers—it means ‘lover,’ and it got me thinking about my relationship with her. and it just hit me, like, it’s her. i want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“buckwheat flowers…” geto murmurs softly, “they mean ‘lover,’ you say?”

“yeah. at least according to the drama they do. didn’t really google it to check. and so that’s why i wanted to get that bouquet tattooed on me. it also has her favorite actor, so naturally she really loves the show too.”

“i see…” geto stops working on the tattoo completely, “i know i already asked you this before we started, but are you really sure about this tattoo? what if… things go wrong? it’s not too late, i could improvise the design right now and get you something that you might be happier with in the long run.”

the man blinks, “no, but i understand your concern. it must be frustrating to spend hours on tattoos only for it to become meaningless the next day…” geto stays silent, staring at the quarter-finished tattoo, so the man continues, “i love her, and i’m choosing her. you know that ring ceremony thing that those engineer people have? how the ring is supposed to remind the engineer of their obligation or something like that? i want the tattoo to be like that. i want it to remind her that i’m choosing her and that i’m promising her my forever, and i want to remind myself that she’s who i want and that the thing we’ve built together is worth it for me.”

“i… never thought of it like that,” geto admits, picking the pen back up and preparing to start work again, “should i continue?”

“...how about a 5 minute break?” the man asks, tone hopeful, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead.

geto laughs, “you got it.”

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“hey, what’s this?” you grab at geto’s hand, peering at his latest tattoo, “a line?”

“a band,” he corrects, “got a little bored at the shop today, so i just did it.”

you look up at him quizzically and he shrugs. it was a simple black stripe that went around his ring finger. flipping over his hand, his palm facing you, you continue to study the tattoo, when your eyes widen at your newest discovery. “suguru…” your voice comes barely above a whisper, and a hand comes up to cover your mouth, “my initials?”

geto glances away, cheeks flushing, as he scratches at the back of his head sheepishly, “yeah, i uh… yeah.”

“weren’t you the one who said that people who tattoo something of their partner’s are a different level of idiotic?” you say, quirking an eyebrow and a playful smile curling the corner of your mouth.

geto hid his face in his other hand, “don’t remind me...”

you thumb the tattoo thoughtfully, “were you thinking about me?”

“i’m always thinking about you.”

you smile at that, meeting his steady eyes, “when you did it, i mean.”

“i don’t think that changes my answer,” geto says, raising an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes.

you pretend to glare at him, straightening up and crossing your arms over your chest. “...just shut up and kiss me already,” you tell him, and he obliges immediately, pulling you in close and kissing your lips sweetly. coaxing your mouth open, he turns his head to deepen the kiss. he presses his forehead against yours when he pulls away, your lips parted still as you catch your breath.

“my forever,” he tells you, voice barely audible, but you can still hear him clear as day, “it’s yours.”

you smile, “i know.”

he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you close, and rests his head on your shoulder, “and your forever is mine.”

“it is.”

koi's notes: okay but did they get the sushi though??? 🧐🧐 anyways dedicated to @omgeto and a huge thank you to emp and mothe (@planetxiao) because i love and appreciate y'all so very much

#s.k.#sort: jjk #jjk: fluff #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #geto suguru fluff #jjk fluff #geto x reader #geto x you

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saratinz · 1 year

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Fuck Away the Pain

pairing ➩ Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

warnings ➩ break-up, enemies to lovers, smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, pet names

synopsis ➩ Based off 'Fuck Away the Pain' by Divide The Day

word count ➩ 1.5k

You think your life is done he took it all with him

You hate Bucky Barnes. But right now, you hate Steve Rogers, your cheating asshole of a boyfriend turned someone you have to live with, even more. James may get under your skin, but the two of you have a mutual respect for each other. There’s an understanding that even though you fight, there has to be some level of reverence for the sake of missions.

So you drink enough for it to wash away the sin

You sit at the bar in the basement of the Avengers compound, and self-medicate your sadness with your favorite hard liquor. Bucky takes a seat next to you, but you’re too pissed off at your ex to care.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Hey.”

“What, no comeback?”

“Not in the mood for this right now.” You get up to leave, but he stops you with his hand on your wrist.

“What’s wrong?”

Such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye

“It’s Steve, he left me for Sharon, who he was cheating on me with. He’s such a liar, fucking telling me that he loves me. I hate that bastard.”

“Oh, sorry that happened.”

“C’mon, where’s the James I know? Tell me that I should have seen it coming.”

“I didn’t either, I thought he was changing.”

“Nope, guess he fooled both of us.”

“Hey, what time is it?”

“11:48.”

“I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want to make him feel the way you do?”

“Yeah?”

“Come with me then.” You follow him to the elevator and then to the outside of his room.

“What are we doing here?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Just trust me. I know that’s hard for you to do but..” He’s cut off by your lips on his. Frankly, you were just shutting him up, not really wanting to argue with him today. He grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you onto his hips as his tongue enters your mouth. The kiss is sloppy, and you bite his lip in retaliation for him pushing your back against the wall. You feel a little bit self-conscious with your legs spread in just a dress, but damn, it’s easy to ignore it with the way that he is devouring you.

The two of are in such a state of bliss that you don’t hear the door beside his open.

“I, uhh,” Steve awkwardly mumbles as Bucky immediately lets you down, “she likes it when you choke her.” He gets on the elevator without another word. Once you are in the clear, you two start laugh maniacally. And when you run out of breath, you open his door, inviting yourself in.

“What’s next?” You ask inquisitively as he closes and locks the door behind him, letting out a residual chuckle. You investigate his room, after all you’ve never seen it.

“Umm, I don’t know. We could pretend to have sex.”

Feeling emboldened by your liquid courage, you walk over to him, and standing a foot away you take off your dress, revealing that the only thing you have on under is a lacy thong. Bucky’s eyes widen. “Why pretend?”

You can take it out on me if you like

“You really wanna do this?”

“Take your clothes off, James.” Never one to deny an order, he strips down to his boxers. You move to caress his abs, relishing in the sensuality of it all.

“You like what you see?”

“Stop talking.”

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

You move on top of him, lining his dick up with your aching cunt. “Fuck.” He groans as you sink down onto his cock. You start to move, setting a merciless pace. You move up and down, putting your hands on his chest to hold yourself up. “Good fucking girl, using me like a sex toy.” You tighten around him at the praise. “Oh, you like it when I call you a good girl?” You nod, and he commits that to memory so that he has something new to tease you about.

Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me

“Do whatever you need to get off, tonight is all about you.”

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

“Do you want me to choke you, baby?”

“Yes!” he brings a hand to your throat, constricting your airway and making you a moaning mess.

Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

“Bucky, I’m so close. Please?”

“Are you asking for permission? Fuck that’s hot.”

“Please! Can I cum?”

“God yes.”

While I fuck away the pain

With one final thrust, he is cumming into your cunt. You collapse on top of him, exhausted from the mind-blowing sex you just had. You don’t even have to try to fall asleep, you just do. When you wake up, Bucky’s gone, but as you get dressed to go on your walk of shame, you hear him in the room next to you.

You hate the way he fooled around behind your back

“You cheated on her, you have no right to judge her.”

“She knows who she belongs to.”

“She is not yours.”

A slave to him but now with me, no strings attached

“Ha, she will always be mine, no matter what she says. She’ll be begging me to take her back within the next month, guaranteed.” Fucking asshole.

“She’s not an object you own, Steve.”

“You just have to see the bigger picture, Buck, she will never want you.’

“No, she won’t, but I’ll be there for her anyway.”

“She’s using you to get to me.”

But if you wanna use me up and leave me in the bed

“I don’t care if she uses me. I have always been in love with her and I will take whatever crumbs of affection I can get.”

“No one actually loves her. She’s only good for sex.” You are so close to running over there to rip his head off, but it seems as though Bucky beats you to the punch, literally. You hear them fighting, and you take that as your opportunity to get the fuck out and process what you just heard from your enemy.

If that's what you need go right ahead

You have a few hours to yourself, and you spend it binging your favorite show for the 5th time. You hear a knock at your door and pause your show. As soon as you see it’s Bucky, you pounce on him, not letting him say even one word before you’re making out. “I’ve had a weird day.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” You notice the shiner on his left eye.

“Hey, what happened to your face?”

“Steve.” He keeps his response short.

“That sucks, I’m the only person who’s allowed to ruin your pretty face.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Come in.”

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

“It’s your turn Bucky, use me. Tonight, I’m your sex doll.”

“I’m not sure you wanna do that.”

“Try me.”

Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me

“Fuck.” You’re cumming for the fourth time tonight. He’s been between you’re legs for the last twenty minutes, and he’s not slowing down. “I can’t, I want you inside me.” You’re crying from the overstimulation.

“One more baby, then I’ll fuck you. Be a good girl and cum for me.” In a matter of minutes, he’s bringing you over the edge once more.

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

He’s fucking you from behind, hands planted firmly on your hips, doing it with reckless abandon.

Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

You feel so good all you can do is let out incoherent mumbles.

While I fuck away the pain

You completely forget about Steve, hell, you forget your own name while you’re fucked into oblivion.

Stronger than a shot of whiskey or any pill you take

It’s been a week, and you’ve spent every night with Bucky. Coping is easy when it consists of sex. Maybe it’s not healthy, but nothing you crave ever is.

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

You find yourself below Bucky, again.

Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me,

You wrap your legs around him to pull him impossibly closer.

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

“Cream my cock, sweetheart.” Bucky demands,

Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

“BUCKY!” You scream, cumming as you’re impaled on his dick, completely out of it. “I love you, too.” You cry out.

While I fuck away the pain.

You snuggle into his chest, and he brushes his fingers through your hair. “Did you really mean it?” He finally addresses the elephant in the room.

“I, umm, heard you talking to Steve, when you told him you love me. And I guess while we had sex, I just realized that I feel the same way. Then it just kinda, slipped out.”

“This is probably not the appropriate time, but, do you maybe want to get dinner with me sometime?”

“I’d love to.”

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #song fic #angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #smut

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non-stop-imagines · 9 months

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On Display

From this request 💖

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Black Younger!Reader (10 years difference) (Taylor Russell face claim)

Word Count: ~4.6k words w/ 1 smau post

Warning: Porn with a plot somewhere in there, Dom!Daniel, Brat!Reader, p in v, Exhibitionisn (sex against a window), overstimulation, an attempt at writing dumification, Humiliation, brief breeding kink moment, mention of food, one mention of birth control, The word "slut" being used quite a bit 😵‍💫Minors DNI!!! 18+

A/N: Writing smut is always an adventure and this is no different. The funny thing about this is that I used writing this to destress from work all week so have fun imagining writing this while on my lunch break in the break room 👍🏿. But really, thank you for the request, all of the requests I've done already and the requests I've recently gotten that I can't wait to do. You guys are crazy creative and I love to see what you guys come up with it if literally my favorite. 😁💗 Anyway, hope you guys like this. Let me know what you think. Like, reblogs, reply, send asks, talk to me!♥️ Love you all!! 💖💛💖💛💖

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danielricciardo Yn sent me random pictures of her and then started crying when I didn't immediately post them. I'm such a bad boyfriend 💔

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imynbitch I stopped crying, didn't I? 😘

> danielricciardo I'll do better in the future

user Yn is That Girl and she just wants everyone to know

yukitsunoda0511 Yeah, you messed up 🤷🏻‍♂️

> imynbitch Thank you, Yuki. I don't know how much longer I can handle such a lack of attention 🥺😔

> danielricciardo Both of you shut up

user All of her looks are so iconic I can't choose which is my fav 😍

user Daniel is the only person that can handle an attitude like YN's. I'm glad they found each other 🥲

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Thursdays were boring when it came to race weekends for you, but you loved to tag along, staying around your boyfriend when you could and hanging out in the Alpha Tauri motorhome or next to a window in the paddock building that had a view of the track, which was where you were today. Both Alpha Tauri drivers were taking some lucky fans for a spin in a Honda, of which you were oblivious and uncaring of the model, around the Silverstone track. You would look up from your phone every once in awhile, whenever you heard the the roar of an engine approaching or squealing wheels, but one fateful time caused you to put your phone face down on the table you sat at and stalk to the large window, close enough to see the atrocity happening. It was the last fan Daniel had to drive around the track, a girl around your age, 24, maybe a bit older, whose hands were all over your boyfriend's arms, and your brain went haywire when Daniel's hand ventured to the girl's lower back, which for him was instinctual as he guided her into the car. You didn't even watch them leave the starting line before you picked up your things (your phone, smaller purse and garage pass) and headed down to the garage, crossing the people filled pitlane and ending at the pit wall, placing your face in a window of the fence without chain link. You wanted to love the smile on Daniel's face when he gets out of the car after his trip around the track and sees you, but your view was interrupted by "her", who meets Daniel halfway at the front of the car, giddily hooking her arm around Daniel's as he walks her your direction.

"Hey, baby. Uh, this is Jennifer, one of the lucky winners of a trip around the track with me." Daniel unhooks his arm from the brunette, stepping to the side a bit as she greets you.

"Hi! Ugh, I just love you! You're one of my favorite wags." She holds out her hand for you to shake, and at first you just scowl at the outstretched manicured hand, but after a brief glance at Daniel giving you a stern “What do we say?” look, you take hold of the hand, shaking hers with little to no tension in your hand.

“Thank you. I, uh, like your nails. They’re my favorite color, light blue." There was absolutely no feeling in your voice, but the compliment you gave was like a diamond ring to Jennifer. You cut your eyes over to Daniel, who gets the hint and begins to lead Jennifer away, that blasted hand on her back, a little higher this time, but still there.

“How about you head back over to the group? Let them know I’ll be over in a moment. I’ll be sure to get an extra picture with you, okay?” That smile. It flashed only at “her”, and you could see the slut’s knees get weak. You wanted to cry, seeing that flirty demeanor from Daniel that reeled you in day one, but focused toward someone else.

"Okay! It was so nice meeting you!" She waves back at you, you responding with a constipated grin, before heading towards the group of fans waiting to take pictures with their favorite drivers.

"Are you okay?" Daniel had an amused grin on his face. This isn't the first time you've acted like this. He knew exactly why you were pouting and had glossy eyes.

"I'm fine" You refuse to look at him, instead watching as "Jennifer" walked up to a member of the media team, probably to tell them that Daniel would be over in a minute. You knew that one glance at Daniel would send the tears you were currently holding back cascading down your face.

"You sure?" Daniel reaches to your face poking through the window in the fence, using your chin to turn your face towards his.

"I said I'm fine!" One tear escaped your eye and was wiped away with Daniel's thumb.

"Okay, okay, baby. I know." He looks at his watch, then over at the group of fans, then back to you. "You head back to the hotel, okay? I'll be done in a couple hours. Make sure you eat something, too." You nod hesitantly at his orders then pucker your lips for him to place a kiss on, which he supplements with another, more tongue involved kiss. When he pulls back he looks at you, eyes shifting back and forth and lips grinning at your still glossy eyes. After one last kiss, this time on your forehead, he finally jogs back over to the group, and though the petty, irrational voice in your head is telling you to stay and keep an eye on "Jennifer" around your man, you follow Daniel's instructions and head back through the garage so you can leave the paddock and head back to the hotel.

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"A couple of hours, my ass." You mumble to yourself as you exit the bathroom of the hotel suite. It's been nearly 4 hours since you left the track, and the nagging explanation that you had for Daniel’s tardiness was Jennifer and the "Fuck me" eyes that you felt she was giving Daniel. You wanted to feel happy when you heard the mechanical click of the hotel door unlocking, and deep down you were, you loved to have your boyfriend around. But instead you stayed planted in the armchair next to the large window.

"Still mad, huh?" Daniel plants a kiss on the top of your head despite your attempt to move out of the way.

"Well, huh, I don't know. How would you feel if some slut kept making 'fuck me' eyes at your boyfriend and you had to just watch?" You don't look up from your phone as you rant, tapping through Alpha Tauri's Instagram story getting small glimpses at the slut in question.

"Really?" Daniel's words came out as a chuckle that irritated you enough to make you get up and stomp over to the bathroom with him.

"Don't laugh at me! It's like you never take me seriously!" Daniel continues with what he was doing, removing his shoes and placing them in the closet and then removing his shirt to hang it up.

"I'm laughing because I know you're serious, and it's ridiculous." There's a hysterical laugh behind his words that gives you the impression that he's poking fun at you, which he was, but not in the negative way you thought that prompted tears to your eyes. “Don’t cry.”

“No, you think it’s ridiculous for me not to want to share my boyfriend!” You whine, stamping your foot on the ground, the childish act finally making Daniel turn around and take hold of your face. You looked pitiful with your cheeks squished and eyes red from your crying tantrum.

“No one is asking you to share me.” You let out a defiant grunt to his nonchalant response and he shakes your head with the firm grasp he had on your face. “Why would I want to go anywhere else when my dumb, little baby has the best pussy in the world. Only an idiot would give that up.” He finally lets go of your face and walks back into the bedroom, and you just silently follow him out, but stay by the bathroom door. You watch him pace around the front of the bed, frustrated with your attitude, running his hands through messy curly hair, accentuating the tone of his slim, tattooed, bare upper body. “No, don’t shut up now. Where’s all that whining?” You stayed still, pouting and crossing your arms. “Come here.” You follow directions, walking slowly to Daniel, arms still crossed in attempted defiance, knowing that any action of Daniel's, punishment or otherwise, would break down your defenses. You don't know what you expected, but you know the last thing was the tattooed hand at the junction between your neck and your chin, roughly bringing your face up to meet a sensual, sloppy kiss. It was as though you were magnetized to his movements, having no hesitation in accepting the tongue he presented the first kiss, meeting each entanglement and the amount of force transferred between your lips.

"Look at my sloppy little baby. So eager for me to show her that I only have eyes for her." Daniel moved his hand from your neck to just at your jawline, using his thumb to wipe the residual saliva from your lips and then, from spontaneous thought, pushes his thumb into them, to which you willingly accept the appendage into your mouth, earning a twisted grin from your boyfriend. He just watches as you suck on his thumb, head bobbing slightly as if you were giving him a blowjob. One of your hand begin to move on their own down to Daniel's jeans to unbutton them, but it's captured in his other hand as he removes his thumb from your mouth and smears the spit that you lathered on it along your lips. "Ah ah ah. Whiny little brats don't get to touch their boyfriend's dick."

"But-" Daniel uses his grip on your face to bring it back up so he can kiss you again, a light one this time, short in duration that made you lean forward once it was done, aching for more

"No, buts." With one hand on your face and the other grasping the fiendish hand that tried to get into his pants, Daniel takes a step back, admiring your attire. It was simple. A tight, white cami and baggy plaid pajama shorts. But it was what was underneath, or rather what wasn't underneath, that sent him reeling. “You’re not wearing anything underneath this comfy, little ensemble, huh? Did you do that for me?” You don’t answer, just hold the intense eye contact with him, a subtle scowl on your face. In response to your persistent defiance Daniel moves the hand that was on your face back to your neck, applying enough pressure to make your head feel lighter and for you to take a small gasp of air. “Use your words.”

“Yes. Yes.” You words came out breathless and panicked, to which Daniel removed his hands from your body, satisfied with the small answer you gave.

“And you called that poor girl a slut.” Daniel chuckles, and you just look at him with scrunched eyebrows, upset at the fact that the girl you were worried about was brought up again.

"Because she was." You grumbled this to yourself, since Daniel had already made his way to the unobstructed window.

"Whatever you want to believe, sweetheart." He only partially turned his head back towards you to respond to your rebuttal then turned his attention back to the window. "You think anyone can see us up here?" You shrug and hum your unsureness, making your way over to where Daniel was, standing just behind him.

"I mean, maybe if they're trying to look. We are pretty high up." You answer quietly. Daniel stays put, looking out of the window, but eventually turns around, that twisted grin back on his face.

"Good enough." He takes a step towards you and you tilt your head, confused with the implication hidden in those two words. "If I'm gonna show my cute little brat that she's the only one for me, might as well show the world that I only have eyes for you, cutie." Daniel gives you a quick peck between your raised eyebrows, then one to your lips, a preliminary kiss that preceded a second, more desperate kiss, which was repeated with increasing desperation, only being interrupted for mere seconds to remove articles of clothing, and in no time you and Daniel were completely bare to each other, making out and slowly moving toward the window. "You're fucking gorgeous." Your back was pressed up against the cold glass of the window, the change in temperature causing a combined gasping moan to come from your mouth. "And you make the prettiest noises, my love." You want to take in the glorious sight that is your boyfriend completely naked, tattoo sprinkled around his body that you love to kiss. You wanted to touch him, give him pleasure, but the coldness of the window, the sensation of Daniel's tongue now swirling and lips sucking at one of your nipples, physically feeling yourself get wetter, took that desire and tossed it to the side, and now you were chasing your own pleasure. Daniel's hands had pulled you in, one squeezing your ass and the other on your middle back, trying to bring your boob further into his mouth while using his body to continue to push you into the window.

"Danny…" You moan out his shortened name, tossing your head back, some of your gathered up hair springing free from confinement.

"Shh, dumb little babies don't speak unless they're spoken to." Daniel moved away from your chest back to your lips, swallowing the whine you let out from the loss of contact and then the moans you let out from the kiss. "Do you know how much I love your tits? They're absolutely perfect." He swoops his head back down to kiss your breasts, just the tops and in-between, slowly, sensually. "Let's just show the world how perfect they are." Daniel grasps your hips and spins you so your front pressed against the glass of the window, the abruptness of the action making it easier for him to do so because you had no chance to resist. You both knew the window was tinted, sure to a certain extent, but with tint and the fact that you two were mere floors away from the top floor, it was highly unlikely anyone saw you. But you could see out, clearly, and just the feeling of you being bare and open to the world like this makes you hornier than you even expected. Daniel comes up behind you and presses his body into your's, a hand at your pelvis and a hand grasping your hand that braces you against the window, fingers intertwined, placing his head on your shoulder. "What was that you were gonna say earlier?" As Daniel waits for your answer, he takes his socked foot and widens your legs ever so slightly.

"I need you. So bad. Please, fuck me." You were already breathing deeply from your arousal, and also partially due to the limited range of motion for your expanding lungs due to your current position against the glass.

"Wow, that was much more than I expected. I just thought my dumb little slut would just say 'Fuck me' and that's it. But that was fucking poetic." You could hear the frantic slight annoyance in Daniel's voice as he removes his hand from your pelvis to grasp himself, placing his dick between your legs right at your pussy, fucking your thighs a couple of times to lather up the wetness practically leaking from you before pulling all the way back and placing himself at your entrance. "Brace yourself." You did somewhat, but you wished you took his words more seriously because the force at which pressed his dick inside of you wasn't harsh or too fast, he knew better, but it was steady and gave you little time to adjust to having him inside your pussy as he bottomed out just as quick as he entered you. You simultaneously let out a moan that rivaled a porn star's as your face hit the glass, the abrupt sensation making your mind do cartwheels. Daniel's hand that had a hold on yours snaked away from your hand and under your, now back to, outstretched arms to reach under your chin, guiding your face up so he could give you another frantic, sloppy unfocused kiss before kissing your forehead. "Sorry, baby."

You didn't care. Even while he was apologizing for making you hit your face on the glass, Daniel continued to move his hips, thrusting slowly in and out of you, still causing you to let out lewd whiny moans. "Yes, baby. Keep making those pretty noises for me, okay? No one can make me go as crazy as you do with just a moan. No one. Fuck..." A harsh sting on your butt presents itself after Daniel's rambling of words, to which he responds by slowly massaging the the location at which his hand landed on you and proceeding to kiss your neck, happy with the mild scream you let out from the spontaneous action. He keeps thrusting into you at a steady, forceful rhythm. Snapping his hips into your ass and then dragging his dick out of you. Snap. Drag. Snap. Drag. He knew he wanted more from you, so he brought his left hand that was at your pelvis down to your clit, using the juices squelching from your pussy as lubrication for the fast, circular rubbing of the nub.

"Aha, shit. Danny…fuck." You blindly reach behind your head with your right hand, knocking into Daniel's solid right arm that was back against the glass, clumsily finding its way to the back of Daniel's head, which he nuzzles further into your neck for easier access to the location, moving your hands up until you reach some curls to grasp.

"You like being on display for everyone? Everyone seeing exactly how much of a slut you are for me?" He takes a small step forward, pushing your tits into the glass of the window more, changing the angle of your bodies slightly so his dick runs along each spot inside of you longer with each drag. "Answer."

"Mhm. Ev'ryone knows I'm yours. And you're mine." Your words don't match the innocent face that you give him, eyes wide and lips pouting and somewhat parted, shiny and swollen from the incessant kissing.

"Still so bold even when I'm fucking you against the window for everyone to see. That's why I love you." He flashed a giant smile at you before capturing your lips again at the same time as a harsh snap of his hips, producing from you a loud startled moan. He keeps thrusting and rubbing your clit, both paces steady. He can feel you go slightly limp from exhaustion due to how quick the intensity of the act got to maximum, so he adjusted, taking a step back so you were no longer against the window and bringing the arm previously holding him up against the window to reach across your torso, hand coming up to roll your nipple between two fingers.

" 'm gonna cum. Can't hold it. Feels too good." You keep your grasp on Daniel's head but look away, dropping your head down, getting a somehow X-Rated view of Daniel's tattooed hand rubbing your clit. As you said, it was all too much and soon your legs were giving out and trembling beneath you, to which Daniel takes a step forward again to brace himself on the window again, moving his other hand to your abdomen.

“That was a big one. You okay?” He turns you around and holds you steady by your ass, searching for your eyes and waiting for your answer.

“Mhm.” You look up at him, eyes blinking lazily as your mind swirls around with the pleasure you just received. Your out-of-it response, which was adorable to Daniel, earned you another batch of sloppy tongue filled kisses.

“Good, cause we’re not done.” Before you could protest or retort, Daniel’s lips were back on yours, your bodies slowly making their way over to the bed, the back of Daniel’s legs hitting the structure being him you guys' only indication that you made it to your destination. You were chasing his kisses now, so he had to put you at arms length again to speak. “Ass in the air, my love.” You didn’t follow directions, just stood on your tiptoes, puckering your lips for another kiss. “If I give you a kiss, will you follow instructions?” You nod and then climb in the bed kneeling on it so you were eye level with him, then bring him in from the back of his head, you now dominating this kiss, subconsciously showing anyone that has shown any remote interest in your boyfriend exactly who he belongs to. Once you pull away, a string of spit briefly connecting you two, you slowly get into position, wiggling your ass as you wait. The lack of sight was exhilarating, making you even more wet when you felt the bed dip and Daniel rub his dick along your highly exposed pussy. With a hand on your lower back, Daniel pushes inside you and you groan into the pillow you had your face buried in.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this.” He starts with a gentle pace, allowing your juices to really coat his dick to help it slide in and out better, and as his pace quickens, your groans prolong, still feeling sensitive from your earlier orgasm. “Ha, I can’t believe you thought I would even think about getting rid of this pussy. You really are just a dumb. Little. Brat.” With those last three words, harsh thrusts were supplemented with some more sharp smacks on your butt. His own carnal sensations take over for a moment, just focusing on chasing his own climax, but at a certain point he tilts to the side to look at you, still thrusting. He smiles at the picture of beauty in front of him, your drooping eyelids, slightly parted mouth with a small bit of drool falling onto the pillow, unsecured curls sticking to your sweaty forehead, and exhausted whimpers falling from your mouth. “You look so pretty, baby, all fucked out from my cock.” He keeps moving, speeding up as he gets closer and you also get wordlessly closer to another orgasm, but once Daniel feels himself get more frantic, more animalistic, he stops and pulls out of you, to your dismay, and flips you over onto you back. You kept the same face, brain clouded by desire for another orgasm, and your chest heaving from deep breathing as Daniel worked to get you in position. He kneeled between your legs, pushing them up toward your head, hooking your knees in the crooks of his arms, letting go just so he could guide himself back into you, then continuing the same brutal pace that shocks you for a moment, but then your brain goes numb, mouth hanging open, allowing whatever noises you make to come out uninhibited. “Look at that pretty face you're making for me,” He reaches down and squishes our face, abandoning one of legs to do so. “You think I would want to leave this face?” He bends down to kiss you, stretching your hip and pushing his dick deeper inside you to do so. You had no choice in the matter to kiss him, your lips were already puckered from his hand squeezing your face and your brain couldn't think of anything past cumming again from your boyfriend’s cock, but you still let out a moaning gasp from the intense mixture of sensation. Once Daniel pulls back, he seems to put complete and utter focus on fucking you, hard. “Do you know how much of a brat you were today?” He took your legs and wrapped them around his waist so he could bring his hands down next to your head and get a clear view of your face. “All because you didn’t want to share. And now here you are, being fucked in front of windows, from behind, just so you know that there is no other pussy I would rather fuck. My poor insecure little brat.” You couldn’t respond. You wanted to. Wanted to be snarky back, but everything felt too good, sensitive, and you were too close to cumming to think of anything to say except warning him of your upcoming climax.

“Danny…cum…” You held eye contact with him for the first time in a while, biting your bottom lip hard and begging him with glossy eyes. He just smiles maniacally at you and makes his thrusts rougher, knowing that he was coming close to his own end.

“After such mean words, too? You really are just a little slut for me.” He moves his arms around so he could be stable on one arm in order to reach down and rub your clit, causing you to make the loudest, unabashed moans until you finally got over your hump and came, hips bucking into Daniel’s, back arching, and hands bundling up what you could of the bedding. The rhythmic convulsions happening inside you during your orgasm were working to bring Daniel closer to his own, evident in the groan that he let out just as they started. He continued to fuck you through your climax, but purely for the sake of cumming too, his steady rhythm becoming frantic and unpredictable. “Why don’t we try out that implant, huh? I’m gonna cum in you so much it’ll be leaking out and we’ll see if you end up all round from me. That sounds fun, huh?” You weren’t listening at all, brain going haywire from the continued stimulation to your sensitive pussy, so Daniel’s words were truly just to bring him up and into his own climax, fucking into you wildly as he came inside your pussy, bending over to kiss all over your fucked out face as he did so. Once he came down a bit he removed himself from you and found enough strength to prop up onto his side in order to watch his cum leak from you, gently caressing your aching pussy to help you come down. “You did a good job. I hope now you know that I’m yours forever, okay?” He looks up at your face to see that you seemed to have fallen asleep, unquestioningly exhausted from the night's festivities. Daniel just chuckles and kisses your forehead. “I guess we’ll talk later.” He does what he needs to clean you and himself up enough to sleep comfortably, then climbs back into bed and rolls you into him so that your head is on his chest, and caresses your back until he falls blissfully into sleep with you.

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When you finally woke up it was nearly 10:30 in the morning. The room was quiet and the curtains to the windows were drawn so very little sunlight made it into the room. You reach behind yourself to the nightstand beside the bed, finding your phone that was conveniently plugged in and now fully charged. There was a text from Daniel.

Danny💙

Had to leave for the track pretty early. There's donuts out in the kitchenette-thing and iced coffee in the fridge. Make sure you eat real food when you get here. 😘

You smile coyly to yourself, then type out an answer you knew he wouldn't see until after you got to the track anyway.

Thank you, baby. See you soon 💗

You take a moment to fully wake up, stretch out your body, then get up to find and put on the pajamas that were carelessly tossed to the side last night before tiredly stalking out to see a rectangular box of 3 assorted donuts and a white tulip next to them, your favorite flower. You then make your way over to the refrigerator, flower in hand, opening it to see the aforementioned iced coffee, pulling it out and then grabbing one of the donuts before heading back to the bedroom to get ready for the rest of the Saturday.

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looking in a mirror - still waters (op81)

Oscar and Daisy meet again ahead of the season, alone, before they’re accompanied by their trainers, and find common ground in the calm before the storm.

(series masterlist) fcs: // archie madekwe (rhys) / ruby campbell (y/n / daisy)

oscar piastri x reader series

"I still can't believe he'd do that to me!" Sebastian's head perks up at your voice, followed by the slamming of his front door, the broken hinge he still needed to fix making slamming actually necessary for once. You had become a staple in the Vettel household in the past two weeks. Between breaking up with your long term boyfriend, starting your f1 career, and needing to move to Germany, it had been a lot.

And now he's staring down Mark Webber who calmly takes a sip of the coffee Hanna had made him with a tiny shrug. Sebastian hears you kick off your shoes, pause to greet Hanna in the foyer, and the three Vettel children who happily babble to you for long enough for your anger to dissipate as you make your way through the house to where you know Sebastian will be perched in the kitchen as per usual.

"She speaks like you during Red Bull." Mark hums into his coffee and Sebastian sends him a look that has the Australian holding up a hand in surrender with a soft laugh through the coffee in his mouth.

"Mark Webber?" You query in the doorway as the Australian snaps his head to you, giving a polite smile to your bewildered expression.

"What an honor to finally meet the second woman Sebastian doesn't shut up about," Mark reaches a hand out to gently shake the one you lift to him, Sebastian rolling his eyes.

"No no, honors all mine!" You smile, gently setting down the paper bag of groceries you'd been sent to get, "Sorry I'm a bit scatter brained at a moment, a lot has been happening."

"Ah, Oscar's the same--ow?!" Mark is cut off by Sebastian punching his shoulder, and your eyes narrowing at the man who had inadvertently raised you through sponsoring your karting since age nine.

"Daisy," Sebastian says in the voice that would make most people think you were in trouble as he crosses his arms and leans on the counter, "Mark's here for a meeting with me, about Porsche's strategy next year because... Porsche is making negotiations with McLaren."

You blink, "Oh..." You look at the obvious tension between the two retired drivers and slowly sink down into the seat you usually find yourself in, "...kay..."

"Sebastian, she's not five." Mark scowls, setting down his coffee, drawing your attention to how he's using one of the many mugs you'd bought Hanna, "Porsche and McLaren have made a deal to sort of... trade their drivers. They're trading Rhys for Oscar. You won't be racing on a team with your brother this season."

It doesn't take a keen eye to see the way your body tenses, hands tight around your phone as Sebastian realizes he should've asked if you were on a call. You hastily hang up with whoever you had been calling, setting your phone face down and leaning your elbows on the table. Hands tangled in your hair, messing up the time you had spent with the hot comb in the bathroom this morning.

When you let out a slow breath, Sebastian hates the way your voice strains as you ask, "Since when?"

"About..." Mark checks his watch, "Six hours ago? Oscar isn't even aware yet, I think he's still with his sisters for his Mom's birthday. Didn't wanna bother 'em."

"Why would Rhys do that?" You head snaps to Sebastian and he stammers, he detests the tears that line your eyes and threaten to fall. The tears that Mark takes that as his cue to go find something interesting in the hallway to stare at. He squeezes your forearm in reassurance as he passes behind you and out of the room, and as your head in buried in your hands you can hear the scratching squeal of a chair as it's pulled to your side. Sebastian settles his hand between your shoulder blades with a soft, soothing rub, watching as you cry, and try to force yourself to stop, just to cry again. It had been a tough few weeks, and he knows this isn't the easiest thing for you to hear.

"McLaren gave Rhys money Porsche didn't want to give him. Porsche gave Oscar money McLaren wasn't going to give him. It was an easy natural trade." Sebastian tries to simplify it. He doesn't want to get into how in the past two seasons, even though Oscar was performing amazingly for how young he was in the sport, McLaren was neglecting him in favor of Lando. And McLaren, unlike how they had done it with Danny, were good at making it all seem well. Oscar didn't complain, he was already quiet, and it took Mark intercepting and getting in a blow out argument with Zak for Oscar to even notice the blatant favoritism. McLaren wanted Rhys purely because Porsche wanted Oscar, and Rhys was enchanted by the money before he even thought about leaving you behind. But he doesn't bring that up. He can't bring it up even when he tries because the lump that forms in his throat is impossible to speak around.

He especially doesn't bring up how Mark was the one to ask about Oscar in Porsche, he doesn't want to damage anything before you'd even started.

"Rhys left me for money, then." You mumble into your hand, looking up through your lashes at Sebastian who just rubs your shoulder and pulls you to slot under his chin and between his arms like usual.

"He didn't want to leave you. I'm sure." Sebastian is sure that Rhys did. Rhys knew you were a better driver than him, had told Sebastian such during the argument before he'd signed off to McLaren, and he felt like he could get more of a spotlight in McLaren then under you. He holds you for a little bit longer, until Hanna comes in to sit with you, and he can slip off to the hall where Mark leans against the wall on his phone.

"Oscar's not taking it well either." Mark shoves his phone in Sebastian's face, showing the constant stream of confused messages from the now Porsche pilot, how he wasn't even aware the change was finalized.

"I think it will all flatten out once they meet." Sebastian tries to sound optimistic, but Mark's soft head tilt tells him that he just missed the head of the nail on that.

"We'll see." Mark hums, before lifting his phone to his ear and greeting Oscar on the other line.

Mannheim is gorgeous, at least you have that going for you. Porsche's new extension of the motorsports center is nicely furnished and you've been settled on one of the various soft chairs facing one of the large bay windows for a while now--soaking in the warm sun.

The footsteps behind you make you crack open your eyes and peer over your shoulder as Oscar slowly approaches, laughing to himself softly when he sees you looking.

"Thought you were sleeping." He says idly, sitting in a chair next to yours and you hum, stretching like a cat just woken from a nice sunbath nap.

"Wish I was, the sun feels amazing." You reply softly, glancing over at the Australian, eyes tracing the freckles that are now more prominent from his extended time in the sun. You and Oscar were never super close, just mutual friends through Logan, both of you sort of the introverted companions to your loud-mouthed American friend. Oscar doesn't say anything in response, just looks down and picks at the skin by his nails, so you continue.

"Bet the sun feels better in Australia."

"Feels worse," Oscar replies, "gives you a burn before you can even get sun tan on you, and burns your retinas before you can get sunnies on."

"But the glow I would have would be unstoppable." You chime, earning a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, probably. Your glow now isn't too bad though."

Back a few years ago, any compliment from Oscar would make you blush--and make Logan receive probably thirty spam texts of mush. You'd had a crush on the Aussie in your teens, between racing and hanging out with him and Logan, his charm was top notch. But, what you had failed to realize was that he was not interested in dating until Logan had to softly break the news to you.

You had successfully swallows your pride after a good two pints with Rhys and Logan in a back corner of some shitty Austin bar, and a pint or two of ice cream when you'd gotten home, and started dating your (now) ex-boyfriend, Andre Boucher, a week or so after that season had ended.

Six years ago.

You crossed one leg over the other, looking over at the man who'd been holding your heart for years, and found your mind made you rational. Luckily.

"Sorry for being a bit of a blow-in on your season with Porsche." Oscar says when he notices you've been trying to find words to say, ever observant as he pressed on, "I know you really wanted to have your maiden season be with Rhys, but he was like... off his head when they were telling him about all the money they'd give 'em. I felt bad but Mark kinda made the decision it would be best for both of us to swap. I just hope they treat him better than they were treatin' me."

You're quiet for a long while, trying to still the insult brewing in the back of your throat in defense of Rhys but honestly, you hadn't even spoke to Rhys about it yet. Letting out a soft sigh that turns into a whistle, you rub at the irritation headache forming across your temple.

"Feel free to tell me to piss off whenever." Oscar hums and you shake your head.

"It's not you. Trust me, it's not." You grumble, leaning forward, "Rhys has always been chasing the money and the limelight since we were kids. I know he loves his work here but sometimes I wonder how much is a love for racing and how much is a love for money--not to just... dump all of this on you."

"I know what you mean. Sometimes that money just gets to your head. Give Rhys time, I reckon he'll come back 'round." Oscar nods to you, then looks down at his watch to some text that pops up on the screen and he huffs.

"Mark pushed back the meeting two hours, wanna go get lunch? Apparently theres a really good ramen place just down the road. A lot of the interns have carry out from there." Oscar stands and you smile, standing up and slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"Sounds perfect to me."

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oscarpiastri: one week out from the season... woah. heres what mark and seb see vs what they dont (us eating out half the time instead of following the meal plans we have been told we NEED to follow)

tagged: msdaisypearce

sebvettel: im gonna kill both of you

⤷ msdaisypearce: seb no pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls !!!!!

m.webber: I honestly don't know what I expected from you two.

landonorris: we never had teammate dinners........ </3

⤷ oscarpiastri: stop being a little bitch in my comments

user1: stop they get lunch together let me CRY

user2: daiscar supporter since 2018 wheres my damn medal!!!

rhyspearce: gl not having her steal ur kitchen ever five minutes

⤷ oscarpiastri: unfortunately ur sister is too good of a cook to ignore

⤷ msdaisypearce: aweeeeeeee staph itttt

user3: daiscar nation RISEEE

logansargeant: get a room

⤷ oscarpiastri: L

user4: so like. are they dating.

⤷ user5: bro pls they've been on a team together for like two months and have been friends for YEARSSSS.

#oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #op81 x reader #op81 fic #op81 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #oscar piastri fanfic

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rottingparts · 11 months

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Opportunity

[Mirage x Fem!Reader x Noah]

Summary: Given the opportunity, you'd definitely find out what it's like to be with a Cybertronian. Luckily for you, your crush happens to know a really cool one.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+! MINORS DNI! Being suspended in air, oral (fem receiving), Mirage standing there ominously as you make out with Noah, basically PWP

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is written with she/her pronouns. I promise, I will post more than Mirage my brain is rotting right now it's horrendous. If y'all like this, I can definitely post a way, way spicier one later! Noah/Mirage is so phenomenal and I want to sandwich myself between them!! -Rot

You lied on your bed, eyes wide open and breathing heavily. You needed to calm down but Mirage plagued your mind. You were unsure on what his and Noah’s relationship was, just because of how flirty Mirage had been with you. He was also flirty with Noah. And Noah was… Noah.

Your eyes shut tight and the only thing you could think of was Mirage winking at you the day before. He winked at everyone, but… The way he winked at you specifically had you weak in the knees.

“C’mon,” You whispered to no one but yourself. You were at war with your own mind. You did have the biggest crush on Noah, then Mirage came barreling into your life. You were sure you liked the both of them, but Mirage just happened to give you more attention than your friend.

You could hear your phone ringing and you groaned. You were pulled from your woes and stood up grumbling. You hurried to the kitchen and picked up the phone. Your fingers played with the phone cord.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Noah answered. Your heart jumped. “Can you come to the garage?”

Your eyes narrowed, looking dead ahead at the wall, “Why?”

“Just come on!” Mirage’s voice rang over the phone.

“Okay.”

They line clicked, he had hung up. You scrunched your face, wondering if that enthusiasm was going to come back to bite you in the ass. You ignored that feeling and hurriedly got dressed. It was close to midnight and you weren’t even questioning why your friend and his potential boyfriend had invited you to a garage.

You had never walked so fast in your life. But once you reached the garage, you grew anxious. You raised your hand to knock and the door swung open. “Come in!” Mirage’s head was poking out. You hurried in when you heard Noah yell for Mirage to get his ass back inside.

“Do you mind locking that?” Mirage asked nonchalantly. You looked at him with wide eyes, prey caught in headlights. “Oh! Not in a weird way. We don't need anyone walking in and seeing me!”

You nodded slowly, turned and locked the door. When you turned back around Noah leaned against a toolbox and Mirage stood close to him. Mirage looked excited, chomping at the bit. You couldn’t tell if it made you more or less comfortable.

“Noah…” You swallowed hard, taking a small step further into the garage. “It’s kinda late, I’m assuming what you needed was important?”

“Oh,” Mirage smirked, “now you’re worried if it’s important. You seemed awfully excited to come down here when I asked you~”

“Mirage.” Noah nudged him. He looked back at you and his facial features softened, “Look, Mirage-”

“And Noah-”

“And me…” Noah looked ready to fight the Autobot. “We were wondering-” Noah suddenly seemed at a loss for words. Mirage nudged him and Noah looked up at him with an anger that was palpable.

“Buddy,” Mirage grew tired of the waiting, “Just ask-”

“I don’t want this to be weird!” If looks could kill, Mirage's spark would have stopped.

“Fine,” Mirage stepped away from Noah, and towards you. Noah’s face dropped and he was sent into overdrive, short circuiting it would seem. Mirage kneeled down once he reached you and smiled widely, “Noah and I wanna know how you feel about us?”

The sound of you gulping could be heard across the garage. “I don’t know- I mean, I don’t know what you two are, but I’m not judging. In fact,” You put your hands up, and you looked at Noah “I, too, would jump at the chance to have a Cybertronian, uh, significant other…” You ended it as a question. You did not want to assume what they were doing, but you needed to get the point across.

“That’s not what he meant-”

“Oh! You would?!” Mirage lit up, “How about two ‘significant others’?” He put air quotes around the end of the sentence. You could feel Noah cringing. “A Cybertronian and a human?” One his optic ridges rose and he inched closer to you.

“Mirage, what happened to being subtle?” Noah sighed.

“Like, you two?” You pointed at Noah and Mirage. “Because I’m assuming you don’t mean Bee-”

“No!” Mirage almost yelled. “No. Not Bee. Me! And him.” He pointed at Noah. You nodded and took everything in.

“You don’t have to.” Noah jumped in. “I don’t wanna ruin our friendship. And this is getting weird thanks to my car.” Noah did everything but roll his eyes. Mirage looked upset by Noah saying that. But looked back at you when you started to talk.

“Okay.”

Noah froze. Mirage threw his fist up and almost hit the ceiling. You snorted at the reaction. Noah stepped forward and gave you a confused and baffled look.

“Okay?” He cocked his head, “You’re okay with this?”

Your enthusiastic nod helped calm him, but he was still visibly confused. “Yeah!” You nodded again, a little faster, “I mean, I’ve liked you for awhile now, but never said anything because Mirage seemed to like you- And I couldn’t really tell if you liked me back-”

“You humans are so cute!” Mirage laughed at the sight before him, “Noah doesn’t shut up about you. Even if he has been inside of me, he still thinks about being inside-”

Noah almost screamed. “Mirage, shut it!” Mirage snorted and focused back on you. They were both focused on you. “What now?”

“We just see where it goes!” You smiled at the two of them, shrugging nonchalantly. “Do you mind if I stay here with the two of you, though? I don’t feel like sleeping now.”

“Of course,” Noah nodded, “I mean, I don’t mind. Please, feel free to stay.”

Noah, being your friend, already knew a good bit about you, but Mirage didn’t. So, you sat with them and told Mirage about yourself. Just the littlest of things seemed to intrigue him. He and Noah both looked at you with such fascination.

You locked eyes with Noah, and words stopped forming. Your heart fluttered and you blinked at him. You were going to ask him what he was doing but you didn’t get the chance. Noah pressed his lips to yours, his left hand gently cupping your face. Noah, without thinking, pulled back fast. You were stunned.

“Why’d you stop?” Your voice was soft, as if you were afraid of being caught. As if Mirage literally was not sitting there watching.

Noah’s eyes widened. He didn’t think this far ahead. Mirage grew antsy. “Kiss her again, or I’ll kiss her for you.”

Noah almost launched himself at you. Both of his hands cupped your face and his lips were on yours in seconds. You were almost knocked off the table you were sitting on. Noah’s lips were soft, and while he was excited to finally be kissing you, he wasn’t sloppy about it. You were eager for more, so your lips parted, letting his tongue slip in.

Without thinking, you opened your legs, and Noah scooted himself between your thighs. Your arms wrapped around his neck and the both of you were as close to each other as you could possibly be.

“I want to kiss (Y/N) too!” Mirage was bursting at the seams.

You remembered he was there as Noah pulled away from you. You looked at Mirage and back at Noah. “Are you both sure this is okay? I don’t wanna overstep-”

“Yes!” They both smiled. Mirage, crouching down in front of you, kept talking, “If you’re alright with it of course.”

You nodded at him. Mirage was inches from you now, your eyes half lidded and his optics watching you intently. “You can kiss me.” The words left your mouth and Mirage’s lips met yours. He was focused, his kiss was not as fervent as Noah’s, and was a lot more gentle. He knew he could not get reckless. He did not want to hurt you.

Your hands cupped the mech’s cool face and you ran your tongue across his bottom lip, effectively deepening the kiss. Mirage was making out with you and it was Noah’s turn to watch. He was growing impatient.

“Mirage, you aren’t even that gentle with me!”

Mirage pulled away from you and your hands fell to your sides, resting on the table. Noah looked at Mirage with furrowed brows and you smiled. Mirage rolled his optics and sighed, “I don’t want to hurt her…” Noah looked like he was about to argue, “Look, buddy,” Mirage started in on him, “You’ve been inside of me! We know each other! (Y/N) has yet to experience that, we are still getting to know each other-”

“Whatever-”

“Stop arguing, I’m not going anywhere, both of you have ample time to do whatever you want.”

That got their attention. “Whatever we want?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve liked Noah for a while, and I’ve never been with a Cybertronian before… So, really, I’m up for whatever. I’m curious as to… How this works.”

That was exactly everything they wanted to hear. The night was about to get better, for everyone involved.

-_-_-_-_-

Mirage had you in his servos, dangling above the ground. His grip was strong, you were not going anywhere without him being aware of it. His lips pressed to yours and you were a moaning mess.

Noah’s lips were pressed to your inner thigh giving gentle kisses up towards the heat between your legs. He was using Mirage holding you up to his advantage. His teeth scraped the soft skin and you whimpered.

You were naked in Mirage’s servos. Completely bare and vulnerable. And excited. Your breathing was ragged and your body was limp, letting both Noah and Mirage do whatever they wanted. You trusted them. Noah and Mirage both seemed very capable of whatever it was they were achieving. Your brain was too foggy to fully comprehend their plan. You were just along for the ride.

Noah’s lips met your folds and his tongue was quick to lick a stripe up your pussy. Your hips jerked slightly and you felt Noah smile against you. His hands were holding your hips, his fingers potentially bruising you. Mirage however, was not bruising you. He was being gentle and you almost wanted him to be a little more rough.

“So good,” Mirage pulled back and your head fell back, a soft moan falling from slightly parted lips. “So good for us,” Mirage praised you, causing you to squirm.

“Please,” You started to beg, “Noah,” Your hands grabbed for whatever they could hold and that was Mirage. “I wanna cum-”

Noah did not respond with any words, instead he smiled again and you felt a finger push inside of you as his tongue circled your clit. Mirage’s mouth collided with your neck and lied there, the feeling of being held in the air still a weird one to you. Your legs dangled, but only slightly, as Noah held on to them like a lifeline.

Once another finger pushed inside of you, your eyes were rolling. Noah knew what he was doing. You wished you had come to him sooner. The sound of him eating you out like his life depended on it was heard throughout the garage. You really, really hoped Reek was not coming back for the night.

Your body tensed, a knot forming in your stomach and your toes started to curl. A loud cry for Noah left your lips and your hips bucked. Noah kept on going. As you rode the wave of pleasure Noah started to slow down.

Once he pulled back from you, you were left a mess in Mirage’s grasp. He looked down at you, examining you closely. You looked up at Mirage through half lidded eyes and smiled, “What?”

“I need you to moan my name like that.”

“Hm,” You bit the inside of your lip, “you two aren’t done yet, are you? I have plenty of time to moan your name.” Your brows furrowed and you gave him a serious look.

“Not after that look we’re not.”

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tteokdoroki · 11 months

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sucking and marking kiri’s neck for your own pleasure not his and leaving purply marks all over him.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, established relationship, suggestive, dry humping, jealousy, possession, excessive marking, hickies, hair pulling, pro hero!kirishima, gn!reader - not beta read !

walk with me nonnie, can you imagine like marking the shit out of kiri’s chest and neck after watching one of his post-rescue interviews— the damsel in distress having thrown themselves all over him on national TV.

he’ll come home tired after his patrol and the agency work— flopping down on the couch to curl into you and while you flick through channels, giving eijirou the unknown silent treatment. the news will flash with the report of his brave work, the girl clinging to him for dear life and looking up at your boyfriend with bright, twinkling eyes as she purposefully drags her words so kiri will pay extra attention to her.

you thought that by the time eijirou came home you’d be completely calm, over it but then just the sight of him getting all flustered rewatching the clip — asking if his arms look to big or if he should have been a little more humble. you can’t even fault kirishima because he’s just too nice to realise when other people are crossing an invisible line. even sitting next to him, you feel like you can smell her all over him and see exactly where she put her hands on him.

so after a few more moments of ignoring the big guy, you haul yourself into his lap — not kissing the way surprise spreads over eijirou’s handsome features before his large hands settle on the dips in your waist. his red eyes darkening with amusement.

“well, hello there, gorgeous.”

“shut up.” the way you latch onto his thick neck could be compared to that of a vampire — sinking your teeth into the golden hue of his skin, nibbling on the flesh until a purple-like bruise rises to the surface. “‘m mad at you,” you whisper, voice basking in a huskiness that empties eijirou’s brain. he’s too slow, too sweet to catch onto what’s happening.

instead he twitches and rumbles and whines underneath you as you use his chest and neck like a canvas. you aggressively paint shades of blue, burgundy and purple across eijirou’s skin, slowly but surely turning him into a needy mess. he chases a friction that you don’t give to him even while perched pretty in his lap. he whines like an angel’s song as you tongue the marks you’ve given him, lapping at the sensitive areas on your boyfriend’s collar bones while you debate on covering them up with more.

having this amount of control and possession over such a big and strong pro hero sends loved up and hormones shooting across your brain and right around your body. it makes you feel good knowing that red riot lets you have him like this, let’s you do these things to him. even though you both know he could very well turn this situation around.

“please, honey. i just wanna…god let me feel you. please?” kirishima pleads and begs as you litter him with enough love bites to last a life time. you know it feels good for him, but for you it’s better. like taking a shot of whatever alcohol you desire — it gives you a buzz. makes you hyperaware that everyone will see your claim in eijirou peeking out of his hero costume.

“baby,” he tries again, breathless and bucking his hips up into yours, anything to soothe the aching, leaking hard-on he sports. “god, i know i’ve got some teeth on me…but you’re really tearin’ a guy up here. please give me more… s’frustrating.” kirishima mewls weakly but lets you grab the black roots of his hair, tugging his head back so you can expose more of his unmarred flesh to your ravenous mouth.

you have an appetite for ruining him, blessing every inch of his sensitive skin with your bite marks. “you know what’s really frustrating, eijirou?” you mumble after sucking on a spot just under his ear — one of those spots that makes his huge body convulse under a simple touch. “watching your boyfriend let some girl put her hands all over him. watching him do nothing about it too.” he groans low and sexy at what you say, hiccuping between the open mouthed kisses you trail down to his plush chest. “it’s like you wanted to make me mad on purpose, red.”

“maybe…fuck… maybe i did.” kirishima sighs, back arching from the couch when you wrap your wet mouth around his juicy peck — biting down on his pebbled nipples before you move to leave teeth marks all across them. “if it gets you like this.”

you lick, you suck, you bite and teeth and bring red riot crumbling down to the ground. by the time you’re done, his chest, neck and tits are sore with midnight purple marks you’ve left all over them and kirishima lets you kiss every single one to soothe him.

it’s safe to say that the headlines reporting in red riot change over the next few days — most of them highly focused on the aftermath of your jealousy he wears proudly on his exposed chest.

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 10 months

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Pairing : college!ex-boyfriend!Han Jisung x F!Reader TW : MORE angst ; jealous Jisung ; fluffy ending though ; kind of suggestive ; Word Count : 1.2k Request : Anonny : OMG COLLEGE JISUNG WAS PAINFUL! You did such a great job with that one line he said outside the party. If requests are open, can I request an update on what happened during that week or after graduation? Nothing to be written out. I'm just so curious to know what happened to them! A/N : I know you said it doesn't have to be written out but I'm gonna write it out because my brain has way more to say than just a couple sentences!! I hope you enjoy!!

Roommates. It was weird for him. After 4 years of being so close to you, he had been bumped down to nothing but a roommate, and not even a roommate that you enjoyed living with. You avoided him at every turn, you didn’t talk to him, you didn’t even look at him.

Mornings where he’d wake up beside you, nuzzling his face into your neck as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, tired giggles filling the room as you unsuccessfully tried to move away from him… they were gone. He missed you, he missed every single moment that he used to share with you.

Soft kitchen kisses when you’d both stand in the kitchen making breakfast, your eyes barely opened as you almost burnt the pancakes and bacon. Quiet yawns as his arms held onto you, your body leaning back against him as you almost fell asleep in the comfort of his hold.

He had been demoted to the couch, and while he found some sort of bittersweet happiness in the scent of you that clung to the cushions, it wasn’t you. The sofa was cold without you beside him, he could barely even sleep, his eyes refusing to close completely knowing that you were there, you were so close but so far away. He hated it, he hated that he had caused this, and he feared that there was no way to go back.

3 days until graduation and you were going out more often, something that Jisung wasn’t used to happening. It almost felt like you were doing it just to escape him. You didn’t like leaving the house, and it’s not like you were going shopping, you would always come back empty handed with the biggest smile on your face.

It was a smile that he was familiar with, the same kind of smile you’d wear whenever you’d go on dates together, whenever you’d so much as see him on campus. You were happy to see him… And now it seemed like you were happy to be seeing someone else.

His phone went crazy with notifications about the parties that were happening every single night almost, leading up to graduation. He ignored all of them. Parties weren’t his thing… not anymore. The thought of being surrounded by so many people made his skin crawl, being surrounded by the people that he had tried so hard to impress… And he still couldn’t figure out for himself why their thoughts mattered so damn much.

Friends… If they were really his friends they would have respected you… No… They weren’t his friends, they just liked having him around. He was the life of the party somehow, and even that didn’t make sense to him. He hated being around so many people… Why did he do it? What was so important about being popular? He wouldn’t know these people once these next 3 days are over. The only person he wanted to take with him once college was over was you, and you didn’t want that… You didn’t want him anymore.

1 day left until graduation, everyone was so excited, but he was terrified. Today would be the last day he got to actually be with you, to spend with you… And of course you were out again. Who the hell were you out with? Who had you going out so much? Who had gotten your attention like this and stolen you away from him?

You walked through the front door, once again bagless, showing him that you still weren’t shopping. He could see on your face, you were flustered, he knew that look quite well, he had made you look like that many times. You were giggly and giddy and when you shut the door behind you, you leaned against it, letting out the cutest little sigh. Is that how you reacted when you’d come back home after dates with him?

A date? A date?! That’s the only thing that made sense to him, and now he was… upset… he was jealous… he was pissed. “Yah!” He shouted, jumping up off the couch and storming over to you, his hand landing against the door right next to your head, caging you between him and the door. “Where were you? Huh!? What have you been doing? Who are you going out with?!”

Your little smile quickly fell when he was right in front of you and he hated that you seemed to be drained of all emotion when he was close to you. “It’s none of your business, Jisung.” You muttered, trying to duck under his arm, but he moved closer, pressing his chest against yours and pinning you there. “What are you doing?” You grunted, trying to push against him, but he wasn’t budging, his muscles flexing as he kept himself steady.

“I can’t fucking take it! It’s driving me bat shit crazy, and I hate seeing you happy if it’s not with me.” You rolled your eyes and his fist came down against the door with agitation. “Who are you going out with?! I’ll kick his ass, I swear to god!” He screeched, his head falling forward, his forehead resting against yours as he breathed heavily. “Who is it…? Just tell me, please… Are we really done?”

“You’re being ridiculous.” You mumbled, tilting your head away from him. “Don’t you have parties to attend? I’m sure everyone misses you.” You tried to push against him again, but he refused to move, his hands moving from the door to grip your hips, his head falling to your shoulder as he shuddered with quiet sobs.

“I don’t care who misses me… I want you to miss me… I miss you.” He whispered, desperately kissing along your shoulder, wanting you to feel something, wanting you to want him. “Fuck the parties… I want you… I just want you. Fuck, I miss you so fucking much!” He nibbled lightly on your neck, and he was more proud than he’d like to admit when you tilted your head to the side, a soft gasp leaving your lips. “Tell me who he is… Please, baby… Just tell me… Is he better than me?”

Your hands moved to his hair, your fingers tangling in it as you gently pulled him back, but the feeling of it had him moaning softly. “Are you jealous?” You cooed, a small smirk playing on your lips, and he didn’t even care how smug you were right now. He was jealous, and he nodded quickly. “I was with my mom… We’re getting things set up for when I move back in with her.”

He couldn’t help but stare blankly at you, blinking rapidly as his mouth fell open, and then your words sank in and his lips were latching back onto your neck, kissing and sucking against your skin ruthlessly before moving up to your lips, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “Why… Why did you look so happy? Why were you giggling? Hmm?” He questioned through heavy breaths, and you snorted softly as you cupped his cheeks.

“Because I know how you get… I knew you’d get jealous…” You teased, squishing his cheeks before kissing him once more. “It worked, and now you know how I felt at the party… Well, before you insulted me… Which I’m still pissed about by the way.”

“I’m sorry!” He shouted quickly, his bottom lip jutted out as his eyes widened. “We’re… We’re not done though… Are we? I don’t even want to party… I just want you.” His fingers were gripping your shirt so tight, the fabric balled up in his palms as he stepped back, leading you to the couch. “I want to spend my life with you… Every second of every day… Please…”

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creedslove · 11 months

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DESERVE IT - PART ELEVEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Three conversations. One with Javier, one with Steve and one with Messina help you be more honest with yourself and finally make up your mind on what to do

Warnings: not many warnings, just a little bit of angst, some language, reader being impatient with everybody, but then fluff and fluff and sweetness

A/N: I am in love with his chapter. I really hope you guys like it as much as I did, I am so happy with how this story is going. I can't wait to hear your thoughts, because I am so excited!!!

• PART ONE TO TEN ON MY MASTERLIST

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Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

That was the only word Javier's brain could process when he realized what was happening.

e was sharp and intelligent, a skill demanded by his job, but at that moment his thoughts slowed down and he wouldn't be able to decide what to do even if his life depended on it. He simply had no action at the fact Gabriela, his… acquaintance was standing there, inside of a cell crying for him. And not only that, that motherfucker of your ex-boyfriend came up with the perfect bait so you would watch it everything. It didn't help when the cell was open and Gabi wrapped her arms around his neck, crying for his help in a dramatic way, probably too dramatic and giving him the pout and teary eyes so he would use his cop privilege to help her.

And it definitely didn't help his case when he saw you turning your back and walking out the hallway, refusing to watch the scene.

He had expected something along the ambush lines, maybe Manu wanting to beat him up, or worse, beat you up, or some sicario from Los Pepes willing to blabber for a very low price about their deal. His cop mind ran freely through all the horrible possibilities that encounter could bring to him, and well, to you, but not in a million of years could he predict something like that would happen. If it had happened to any other agent, he would be laughing his ass off probably, but at that moment he just found out the hard way it wasn't funny. At all.

Gabi sniffed and placed her hand on his cheek, stroking it gently as she bit her lips, but Javier's bigger hand wrapped around it and gently snapped it away. He didn't want her touching him like that, it felt uncomfortable and god forbid if you walked in again and saw that, he was screwed up enough as he was.

The woman smirked and placed her hands on her waist, taking a good look at Javier and nodding "you're still looking so good mi amor, I miss you… did you find someone who does the job better?" She asked with a smirk "that girl seems kinda plain to you, I don't think she can make you feel like I do…" Gabi bit her lips and took another step closer, her hands going for his sides, planning on trapping him in a hug, but Javi immediately held her at arms length and shook his head.

"Don't talk about her, Gabi, it's none of your business, now if you want my help you'd better shut up or you'll spend the night in this cell" he saw the surprise in her eyes. For all the years she knew Javier Peña, he had never acted like that. He wasn't being rude, per se, but he wasn't being his gentle, soft self either.

She thought it was odd, Gabi had never seen him with a woman nor mention one, so what if that one was special to him somehow? She raised her eyebrow but knew it was best not to screw up her best shot to get rid of that problem.

You on the other hand, just couldn't watch that scene.

You weren't dumb, you knew about Javier's behavior but it didn't mean it didn't sting to have that reminder of his past behavior. It felt pretty uncomfortable to see a hooker get all handsy and at ease around the guy you liked, as if they had shared a dirty little secret you couldn't be a part of. You couldn't help feeling nauseous at the shredding jealousy you felt. She had touched him, way more than you did, she'd felt him inside of her so many times, she'd known his deepest, most lustful desires. His hand must have traveled her entire body, maybe he had even memorized all of her curves, her details. You hated that. And you hated her for that.

However, that ugly, poisonous jealousy wasn't enough to change your feelings for Javier. You still loved him just the same, but having to face that woman, the way she whined your boyfriend's name and…

Wait.

Was Javi your boyfriend? You widened your eyes at the thought, it hadn't occurred to you before. He kinda was, but he also wasn't, you didn't know. But it didn't matter, you hated the way she called his name, you were the one who was supposed to whine, call, scream, cry his name, not any other woman, and definitely not some lowlife skank like that. The way she wrapped her arms around his neck, for a split second you thought she would get on the tip of her toes and would kiss him, and god, if she'd done that, you would grab Javier's gun and shoot her.

Well, not really, but you would definitely feel like doing it.

So you turned your back to them and went to the reception, what you didn't expect was to see Manu right after you. He had that stupid smug smile on his face and you wanted to punch him for that. You could tell how much fun he was having with that entire situation and you weren't going to be quiet about it.

You folded your arms and stared at him, who just chuckled and raised his eyebrow.

"I can't even imagine what you must be feeling now, Y/N… your boyfriend being called by a fucking prostitute in the middle of the night to come to rescue… in front of the entire team, and someone will definitely tell Colleen who will spread the news first thing in the morning… god that is embarrassing" he laughed "I'm almost sorry for you, Y/N… but you deserve this" he shrugged and you scoffed, if you felt any guilt for betraying him at any part of your day, now it had all gone away, you felt nothing but anger. Towards Manu, Javier and mostly Gabriela.

"I'm not happy about it, I gotta give you that, but since you are into gossip, here's one you can spread through the whole office first thing in the morning, honey" you took a step closer and smirked "remember the night we spent together? Well, you couldn't make me cum because you are a pathetic lover, so all the noise I made that night was because I was picturing Javier fucking me instead" you smiled "and there's more… in the morning, when I woke up, I moaned his name, because he was the one in my wet dream" you winked at him and saw as his whole face went red with anger and the way he clenched his fist made you weary, but before any of you could say anything at all, Gabi walked out the door with Javier. She held some papers and her jacket against her body, while he looked annoyed and angry.

He immediately picked up the tension in the air and fastened his pace, meeting you in a few seconds, a protective arm around your shoulders as he looked at Manu, who was clearly at a loss of words but looking like he could burst in rage at any point.

He thought the best would be taking you out of that place, so he placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you outside, without looking back. He didn't know what had happened during that short moment between you and your ex, but whatever that was called for an exit.

Javier felt the exhaustion in his body, it was just too much confusion for one day, too many things happening all at once and to make things worse he would certainly have to face gossip at work the next day.

He walked you to his car, but the sound of heels right behind you, made you both turn around.

Gabriela was biting her lips and looking at Javier with the same dramatic and needy eyes.

"Javi? Can I get a ride back downtown?" She bit her lips, making sure to whine his name, you felt a cold shiver down your spine, at the realization she probably moaned his name like that during sex.

Your cheeks heated up and your heart accelerated with anger, you tried keeping that to yourself but quickly gave up as Gabriela took another step towards Javier.

"Next time you need my services, I won't charge you anything, Javi" she whispered and bit her lips, ready to place a peck on his cheek but you immediately stormed in blocking her and looked at her

"Oh yeah? You gonna give him that good of a discount?" You lowered your voice, staring coldly into her eyes "too bad he's not gonna take the offer, in fact, Gabi…" you whined her name just like she did when she called Javier "if there's a next time Javier touches you, you can bet your pretty ass he will do it while helping the other cops carrying your dead body out of a crime scene" you said and gave him the same glare "are we going home now or sleeping over at your desk so we won't arrive late for work, Peña?" You gritted your teeth and Javi saw you were not joking.

He'd seen you angry, frustrated and upset, but he hadn't seen you pissed off like that. It was like something took over you as you seemed so fierce, so strong and there was definitely something sexy to it, which he thought it would be better not to comment on it. He knew a great part - if not all of it - of your anger was caused by his familiarity with Gabi, and he definitely didn't want to spark any other conversations about that.

He simply looked down, avoiding the prostitute's pleading eyes and got into the car silently, not knowing what to tell you or what to say at all.

You, on the other hand, just stared out the window as the streets of Bogotá were nothing but a blur as Javier drove fast through the night. A growing headache made you sigh in defeat. Things were not supposed to be going like that at all. According to your first plan, you would be coming back from a date with Javier, he would have given you flowers, taken you out for dinner, maybe even danced a little salsa before heading home to a heated night of passion.

But then, things changed when you had your traumatic encounter with Manu, still, you and Javi managed to come up with a backup plan, better than you thought you would. You were going to fucking shower with Javi, you were going to be able to touch each other, see each other, kiss each other's skin and with a little luck he would rail you in bed after railing you in the shower, but of course things were just too good and too easy for you, so everything got ruined by that horrible woman, so yeah, you were not happy at that moment.

You could tell Javi was just as tense, he was probably tired too, from all that happened the past few days, the turmoil of feelings and everything they brought up caused the two of you, the physical pain of being beaten up, not being able to rest and all the damn problems that never seemed to go away. And he was also stepping on eggshells around you, it was obvious.

You couldn't blame him, you were actually glad he was being extra careful around you, because as bad tempered as you were at that moment, you feared you'd snap at him at any second.

Getting home then, was an awkward task, but you managed to accomplish it thanks to Javier's great driving skills. He was fast and ran one red light or another, it didn't really matter, and not too long after, you were finally home. Javi was kind enough to walk you to your apartment, he wasn't sure what to say or what to do, but didn't actually want to leave you alone. So he just stood awkwardly in the living room for a couple of minutes before following you into your room.

You were undressing, kicking off your shoes and getting rid of your sweater. He noticed you were picking from where you left off before you both had to rush to the station, but this time, he was sure he wasn't invited to your shower.

"Are we gonna talk about what happened?" He broke the silence and swallowed. It was quite hilarious Javier had arrested, fought and shot some of the most cruel men in the country without batting his eyes and yet, there he was, anxious and worried about your next move.

You sighed tiredly and looked at him.

"There's not much we have to talk about, is there? I mean, too much happened in a short span of time, right Javi? Los Pepes, you beaten up, us sleeping together, Manu finding out and now your… friend, asking you for help" you bit your lips "it feels like we lived months, years in just a few days, and it made me very tired… I promise you I am more tired than angry right now. It was embarrassing for the two of us, having Gabriela getting all cozy around you, offering you to fuck her for free… that made sick" you admitted "I never judged you for going out with hookers, but I felt a little humiliated… she knows you more than I do, she has touched you more than I did" you sighed and Javier could see there was more than just jealousy in your eyes. There was sadness in them.

You two had been on the run for so long, sometimes chasing each other like cat and mouse and sometimes you were just doing that dangerous dance, but it felt like you were stuck. As much as you witnessed and learned things about Javier no one ever had, as much as you were the one who made him want to grow as a man, who made him open up to love and admit he was indeed so in love with you, he still hadn't even taken you out on a date, he hadn't properly touched you, taken his time, given you pleasure and told you about his feelings for you. Of course he had mentioned his little happy ever after fantasy, but you could have easily interpreted it as a joke, which he was sure you had.

He realized you had assurance of absolutely nothing and you were now second guessing your relationship and he couldn't blame you for that.

"So… should I stay or do you want me to go?" He asked you unsure of your answer.

You tiredly shrugged

"It's up to you, Javi… I'll shower now"

You wanted him to have stayed, but you didn't say so, whereas he wanted to stay but thought he wasn't welcome.

And when you left the bathroom, Javier was already gone.

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You were finishing your coffee when someone knocked on the door, you were already all set to go to work, and you could hear the heavy rain under the roof, the weather was so inviting to stay in bed and be lazy the whole day, but you knew you had something to do, you just couldn't remember exactly what it was, but after the whole shit storm that hit you and Javier, it was natural your memory wasn't that great.

You got up and answered the door, growing surprised to find Steve there.

"Hey Y/N… Peña asked me to drive you to the embassy, he said you and him had meetings scheduled with Messina but she ended up calling him earlier this morning and asked him to go as fast as he could.."

Shit.

You had completely forgotten about your appointment with Messina. That's what was bothering you so much but you couldn't wrap your head around it. You had an idea of what she was going to talk to you but you had so much in your mind you couldn't even think of her proposal. You sighed to yourself, already feeling an anxiety creeping up your chest.

"She's probably got something far up his ass now" he chuckled and took your attention away from your own thoughts. "anyway, it's raining and traffic is crazy, so let's go"

Steve hadn't said much for about ten minutes, but the silence was awkward and you could just tell he was holding something back. He ran his tongue through his teeth, trying to find the exact words he could use in order to ask you, but they weren't very good. There was nothing better he could think of other than the blunt truth.

"So… you and Javi?" He raised his eyebrow at you and chuckled at your surprised face "you know, it doesn't take a lot of brains to figure that out, you and him have been in this will they won't they situation for quite a while and it's nice things are getting into the right place" you frowned and shook your head softly, wanting to say something but being at a loss of words, so Steve took the opportunity to continue.

"Kinda fucked up I took you for a hooker on Saturday night though, but you were loud"

"Steve?!" You said angrily as you felt mortified at his words, though yeah, he was right and yeah, you were loud. "Can we just not talk about it? I mean, I don't know what's with Javi and me, we haven't talked about anything at all, I still don't know if things will work out or if we should have done it… it's just complicated"

"Complicated?!" He raised his eyebrow and scoffed "complicated was my relationship when my wife left me!!! That was fucking complicated, Y/N… you and Javi are just two idiots in love who are too stubborn to admit it, there's nothing complicated about that, there's just you playing hard to get and Javier having no balls to actually get you"

You were shocked to say the least. Steve had never talked to you like that, or about Javi that way, out of all the people in the world, you didn't expect that coming from Steve Murphy. For once, he wasn't one to give relationship advice and you had no idea things were so obvious like that, were you and Javi that pathetic?

He took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead as he parked in front of the Embassy

"Listen, I didn't mean to sound like a jerk, but you gotta stop for a moment and be true to yourself. You like Javi, and he likes you too… he isn't husband material, but what if he can't become one? Maybe he does love you and maybe he does want to do things right, what have you got to lose? Sooner or later this whole Escobar war will end and we will all go back home, and you will spend the rest of your days daydreaming about what could have happened between the two of you?" He asked "just… go with the flow, have fun. If it works you'll end up with the guy you love and if it doesn't work, at least you get to live some days of happiness with someone who makes you feel good" he said and looked outside as you opened the door and exited the car without saying a word.

Peña looked around uncomfortably as Messina kept talking. He had honestly stopped paying attention to what her boss was blabbering about for at least ten minutes. It was all about Los Pepes and how they could come up with actions to stop them, at the same time they needed to come up with actions to stop Escobar. He was just tiring of that labyrinth, because no matter how much they ran and exchanged turns, they would never find their way out.

"..and lastly, I asked you to come earlier because I got a report concerning your behavior, agent Peña…" she said opening a file and read out loud the written report about Gabriela's arrest the night before and saw how he uncomfortably shifted in his chair "... Anyway, one unidentified agent made allegations you had paid for this woman's…. Services, with money from the embassy"

Javier's face felt like it was caught on fire. He couldn't hide his embarrassment and couldn't even look Messina in the eyes. It was obvious Manuel was the rat who made those allegations, which were not necessarily false, there were times Javier did pay the girls with american resources, but only when he was pursuing info on the cartels, if the girls after providing them the information offered their services to him, then he couldn't actually deny it, but he thought he shouldn't actually tell Messina that.

"It's just that… Agent Peña, I know you have your personal life, but I thought you were dating that young lady… Y/N… and I don't think that's the correct attitude. You two seem like a lovely couple and I know our conversation is highly inappropriate, but you are one of our best agents on the field and I also know how debilitating this job can be…"

Javier thanked the heavens for the knock on the door that interrupted Messina's lecture.

Deep down, he knew she was completely right but it was so painfully embarrassing to have to hear her scolding him about that. It felt like his mother had to give him the talk all over again and he couldn't hide his shame.

Messina licked her lips and also looked down at a bunch of paper over her desk, she realized maybe she had gone too far on prying into one of her agent's personal business, but she was just so exhausted of her job's impossible and frustrating demands at the same time she had to handle small, petty feuds between agents like a school teacher would do when her students were bickering.

Finally, she took a big sip of water and cleared her throat, commanding whoever knocked to come in.

You took a step inside hesitantly, you could feel the thick tension and Javier's expression was indecipherable.

Messina nodded at him, dismissing him without using any words and you watched as Javier got up as fast as he could, wanting to get away from the woman. If you weren't so anxious about your own meeting, you would have probably laughed at his reaction, he looked like a naughty boy who was caught red handed and needed to get away before getting into trouble.

You walked towards the chair at the same time he moved towards the door, the two of you definitely not in your best shape, clearly with your minds elsewhere, especially when Javier bumped into you by accident, making you squeal softly and gripped his hands on your hips.

You locked eyes with him, as your bodies were so close and if you wanted to kiss those lips all you had to do was to move a little further and get on the tip of your toes.

And God, you did wanna kiss those lips, you could practically feel them on yours already, when Messica cleared her throat, clearly irritated at the scene she witnessed.

"Agent Peña, can you please close the door on your way out?"

Javi slowly let go of your sides, though he couldn't look away from you just yet, instead he nodded at Messina quickly and grabbed his jacket.

You swallowed and tried catching your breath, sitting down and drying the small beads on sweat that formed in your forehead.

"So, Y/N… I called you here to discuss your transfer to another country, just as you had requested over two months ago and…" Messina eyebrows furrowed

"Agent Peña, do you mind, please?" She raised her voice, not hiding the anger as Javier stood at the door, listening to the conversation. He couldn't believe you still wanted to move away from Colombia. He knew you had filled that request when you both fell out with each other, but was it possible you would want to leave now? Now that you two were so close to being together?

You turned around and you had the impression that if you had kicked a puppy on the street, the puppy's eyes would look less sad than Javier's. You swallowed and didn't say a word, as he closed the door as quietly as possible and left you and Messina alone to discuss your future.

Javi waited by the marquee as he lit another cigarette, he was impatient as he watched the raindrops falling just a few centimeters from him. He wasn't sure if you wanted him to wait for you, but he wanted to see you, to talk to you. He had been longing for it ever since the night before. He wanted to have stayed with you, held you until you were asleep but he wasn't sure if you would want the same, so he decided not to overstep things.

He could have waited inside, so he would catch you as soon as you left Messina's office, but the anxiety was too constant and he needed a smoke to relax some more. No matter how much he tried distracting himself or thinking about another thing, it all went back to you.

What if you were going to transfer… what would Javi do without you? He couldn't just quit his job and go after you, would you even want that? So many things worried him to no end at the same time his heart ached, he didn't have a good feeling about that at all.

You couldn't believe yourself when you left Messina's office. She had offered you the opportunity you had been dreaming about for so long, even before going to Colombia, all you needed to do was to say yes and hop on the first plane to Europe. You would leave that blood splash behind. Escobar, Carlos, Manu and Javier.

It would all become nothing more than a distant memory, of a turbulent phase of your life.

You could start fresh, in a new city, a new opportunity to live your life.

But you would be loveless, because you would leave your heart with Javier and you couldn't do that.

You looked around the Embassy and couldn't find a trace of him, you hadn't asked him to wait for you, but you had a feeling in your guts and a small hope in your heart he would be there. The rain had almost stopped and you thought of going outside, maybe he would be there smoking a cigarette.

You fastened your pace, your heart beating so fast as you finally found him. You could recognize him like that anywhere. His back, his hair, his tight jeans highlighting Javi's cute ass. It all made you giggle and you rushed to him, you didn't care if you looked like a crazy woman running under rain, you just stopped when you grabbed him by the arms, pulling him slightly as you hadn't quite stopped at the right time and pecked his neck.

"Morning, agent Peña" you smiled as he threw the cigarette butt away and turned to you. He was shocked to say the least. First, he hadn't expected you being so happy to see him, at all. In fact, his pessimistic tendencies had already convinced you would rush home to pack your bags and go back to the USA as soon as possible.

However, there you were, smiling, gripping his body. Shit, get it together, Javier. He told himself and immediately placed his hands on your hips, tighter than he did in Messina's office just some moments ago, pulling you closer, he watched your face, wanting to find any clues of what was your final decision.

He licked his lips and felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"So? Did she offer you the job? Outside Colombia?" He swallowed and you nodded "is it good?" He questioned, seeing you nod again.

"New York, Javi… big deal" you said and saw how his eyes lost the sparkle, you felt guilty as he just assumed you had taken the job, you decided to end that torture, but he was faster.

"W-when?" His voice broke a little and he immediately cleared his throat, ashamed of showing you some of that gutting feeling. "When are you leaving?"

You frowned at him and smiled.

"I'm a little confused Javi… I thought I was- actually, we were supposed to leave only when we moved to your dad's ranch… isn't it what we talked about?" You asked and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer "I'm only leaving Colombia when you leave it with me, then we'll go to Laredo, right? You'll take care of your pop's ranch, and I'll get a job at the courthouse or something… that until baby Peña shows up…" you smiled when you saw Javier smiling.

All the tension in his body dissolved, pulling you even tighter as he couldn't believe his ears at your words. You had actually listened to him, you had liked his plans. You weren't leaving him, you were giving him a chance and he couldn't be more thankful for it.

"But it feels kinda weird to plan this huge trip without even going on a date first, doesn't it?" You asked and grabbed his left arm, taking a look at his watch to see what time it was.

"So, you got two hours to figure out where to take me… I'm going home to get ready, and remember, Peña… no date, no happy ending in our ranch with our family" you winked and pulled him for a kiss, his big hand cupped your cheek, but you quickly said goodbye and went home.

You had a date with Javier Peña before you could start your life with him.

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A/N: I hope you guys have enjoyed this chapter, I guess we can now finally forget Manu ever existed and I am so happy about how reader treated Gabi because honestly I would have done it worse if a skank wanted to touch my Javi 🔪 and finally, reader and Javi getting together for real, I love it ❤️

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fxshigurosbae · 5 months

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the smoker . . .

based on this fanart ! (you need to login on twitter to see it)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ geto suguru x f!reader

✶ mature content | mdni ! smoking, size kink, doggy!style, blowjob, overstimulation, deep throat, dacryphilia, multiple!orgasms, creampie, strong language.

taglist | masterlist

everyone knows suguru has been a smoker ever since he learned how to use a lighter, a long time ago. and this man, the audacity he has is insane, but you don’t complain, because even his audacity is hot, he’s your boyfriend geto suguru after all.

despite the bedroom getting all smelly with the strong scent of smoke, he makes sure the windows are always a bit open. well, only because he occasionally lights a cigarette when you’re either sucking him off, or if he’s fucking you . . . especially when your ass is facing towards him

suguru’s the quiet type of cocky, and he absolutely feels himself when you complain about him loving his spearmint flavored cigarettes more than you. but something else gets cocky, your pussy, and your mouth, but literally, and it’s his cock that i’m talking about.

suguru’s slamming his dark red brownish tip over and over against your cervix and alternating to press your g-spot as he manhandled you into a low doggy, flatiron, pronebon— whatever you wanna call it. and that same tip often can reach the back of your sore throat, gagging and drooling as he mercilessly consistently ruts his hips back and forth with a grip on your hair, just so your head can stay in place. he absolutely loves to watch you shut your eyes, all teary and those knit puppy eyebrows with jaw slacking open and almost locking in place — he’s admiring, looking down on you, and at those times he’s more attentive on your struggling face than on the cigarette dangling from his fingers, getou has to remind himself to drag it, and when he does, he still doesn’t take his eyes off you.

the smoker loves to see your rear jiggle as he pounds harshly as well, setting a slow consistent pace that absolutely causes more damage than going fully bed-creaking mode. he likes to take it leisurely, suguru is a patient man, and he wants to finish his smoke at least nearly as close as he’s getting himself to cum . . . that takes quite a long time, and don’t take it the wrong way, he’s totally turned on, and horny as fuck, but he just got that type of stamina.

before that happens, he allows you to cum as many times as you want — when you’re on the receiving side — and as many as you need, what a kind boyfriend, isn’t he? even though the smoke is making your hair smell like the burnt tobacco, you let it slide, all those times.

you can’t even complain, this man turns your little brain into a mush. his bigger, buffer, muscular body incapacitates you to even say a word as he adds fuel to your dumbification process by usually also grabbing your hair and pulling it messily between his thick fingers, instead of in one ponytail like when you’re all gagging over his dick. also, all he gets to hear are your whimpers and whines that were supposed to be something along the lines of: “throw that fucking cigarette away and give me some attention, sugu.” but again, you are not able to say any of those things, you get too cockdrunk. neither can you when giving him a bj, after all, it’s not polite to speak with your mouth full.

to add to that, he always fucks you raw when he’s smoking. because to suguru, it feels better to mix his favorite things together, you and cigarettes. you do know that you agree it feels amazing, but you can’t just say that to him. especially since, again, you pretend to get angry and pissy at him for smoking. you just can’t admit that you love it when he leans over your back while fucking you raw from behind, pulling your hair a little tighter to stare at him and literally puffing some smoke onto your mouth once he kisses you, or not even that, but when he leaves a ghostly puff right over your lips expecting you to inhale it. it’s hot, and you know it. suguru even adds a: “good girl.” oh god, you can literally just fucking cum at that deep low raspy voice, from smoking, in your ear.

you don’t even care anymore. you don’t care that the walls are going to be all yellowy from the tobacco one day. your boyfriend fucks you good, passionately, and that unbothered act of multitasking of his in the middle of arranging your guts turns you on, he even leaves you all creampied, mouth and pussy, what’s better than that?

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nameless-one · 3 months

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Kazuha's Shame

Crossdresser Kazuha x GN! fem reader

Reader is referred to using GN pronouns but they own and wear feminine things like skirts and makeup so warning if that is something that might trigger or upset you.

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Kazuha always had features which others would define as being “feminine”. His platinum shoulder length hair, doe-like almond eyes, pink plush lips, calm personality, and soft spoken voice oftentimes led to him being confused for a woman. That misunderstanding only persisted and increased after you two started dating and he claimed your belonging as his own.

It started off with not so obvious things. Sometimes he would wear one of your cute pink sweaters claiming that it was the only thing that would match with his outfit other times he would poke through your makeup bag and put some pink glittery lip gloss on, only to later be caught by you. When questioned he could only respond with a flustered and barely audible, “I just wanted to see what I would look like. That’s all.” But all the unusual behaviors that he began to exhibit these past few weeks finally made sense one Friday evening.

You were driving home from work after an exhausting day. You were supposed to be hanging out with your friend today after work, at their house, but then your friend canceled on you saying that she had a family emergency and that she wouldn't be at her home at all today. A part of you was thankful that she rescheduled the hangout for next week. After the draining day you’ve had, all you want to do is recharge and cuddle the night away with your lover. Entering the street you lived in you began slowing down your car to park. While getting out of the car you noticed that the lights in your home were turned off. Weird. You were pretty sure Kazu told you that he would be coming home early today.

An uncomfortable feeling began to bubble up in your gut so you put your friend’s number on speed dial just in case something happened. Cautiously approaching the entrance you quietly unlocked your front door only to be greeted by a dark, cold house. It looked completely undisturbed as if no one had stepped foot into it for hours. Turning to look toward your bedroom you noticed that the closed door had light seeping out of the cracks.You tip-toed toward your room with slow and precise steps trying your best to keep quiet and to not step on the creaky floorboards that you knew by memory, due to the countless times you have awoken at midnight only to be hit with an intense craving for a snack forcing you to get up and creep around the house while trying not to wake up the light sleep that was your boyfriend. The closer inched toward the door the easier it was to hear a soft humming coming from the otherside, that was previously inaudible. You released the breath that you didn't even know you were holding, your boyfriend was home.

“Kazuha! I’m home!” You spoke loud enough for him to hear you. Approaching your room with quick strides you were just about ready to pass out on your bed with your loverboy when you heard drawers being slammed shut and rushed footsteps making you second guess your previous assumption that your boyfriend was home. Worry started to claw its way in your mind, maybe someone really had broken in. Mustering up the measly courage you had alongside your 2 remaining, non-fried, brain cells that were left over from work, you gripped your phone with your finger hovering over the call button and slammed your bedroom door open just in time to see your boyfriend, Kazuha, trying to wipe makeup off his face. Whipping his head in your direction, you were met with two ruby eyes and a matching pair of red lips that were agape.

That's when you noticed the rest of him. The red eyeliner that lined his eyes matched the red lipstick that was smudged from where he tried rubbing it off with your makeup wipes. You could see two thin braids, that began on the sides of his head, which you assumed connected in the back. Your eyes traveled downward when his top caught your attention. Resting on his body you could see your favorite sweater, the one that Kazu always said that he liked. You remember him remarking that the reason that he liked the sweater was because the tiny little strawberries littered all over the sweater reminded him of you (and totally not just because it was cute). Your eyes traveled even further down and landed on a flowy white skirt. A skirt that belonged to you. A skirt that he was wearing.

You saw him shift uncomfortably under your intruding gaze but when your eyes found his face again an unreadable expression laid upon it. He bore holes into the ground as his mouth opened and closed, he stuttered while trying to figure out what to say. The room was silent for a while until the quiet was broken by his muttering. Under his breath he whispered “I've been caught… hah…” His laugh, which sounded more like an exhale, was hollow and his face held a despondent expression.

As he turned back to look at the mirror, empty eyes staring back at himself, he dejectedly dropped the hand that still clutched the barely used makeup wipe. Squeezing his eyes shut he looked down again as he spoke again loud enough to be heard, “It’s not like it seems- well…” He took a shaky inhale then he exhaled. “I’m sorry… I don’t know what to say…” Though at first he spoke at an audible volume, by the end of his defense his voice cracked and was back to that wispy whispery tone that he spoke in earlier.

You sigh, approaching him calmly. You scooched next to him, taking a few strands of his platinum hair and twirling it around your finger,“That's alright, just listen.”

Taking your hand you bring it up to his check and ghost your thumb over his smudged lipstick making a shudder escape his body. But his eyes still avoided you. "Hmm… the red suits you,” You murmur. “Oh! And I have some tiny strawberry earrings that could help complete your outfit."

Through the mirror he looked at you with a glint of hopefulness in his eyes that was quickly overshadowed by his doubtful expression. “It doesn't bothe-”

“No. Not really. I mean… it’s normal for women to wear things like suits and ties so why can’t you wear makeup and skirts. It doesn't make you any less of a man nor does it make you weird.” You pause trying to think of what you could say to bring him comfort.

“You have good fashion taste, you do good eyeliner, and you look stunning! I feel anything but bothered by your interest! If anything I'm inclined to say I’m a bit jealous at how good you look in my clothes. Haha! God really does have favorites…” You say with a chuckle, whispering that last part.

His whole body relaxed which allowed you to see his grateful yet exhausted expression. “Hehe… I’m the poet, I’m the one who is supposed to be good with words, yet at times it feels like you far surpass with how easily it seems you find the right words to bring me comfort and to put me at ease. My muse.” He sighed in relief as he dug his face into your chest, hands grasping at the back of your shirt. As you gently ran your nails through his scalp a quiet mumbling could be heard.

“…Thank you…”

“You’re welcome my dear.”

After you found out his little secret he started to feel more comfortable with wearing feminine things in your presence.

At times you come back from work to find him making dinner in the kitchen wearing a comfy dress, other times he asks you for help with practicing doing makeup (though if we're being honest his makeup skills are basically already at your level, makes you wonder how long he’s been practicing makeup in secret).

Slowly but surely he begins to gain courage and starts to wear more feminine things outside of your home.

It starts with small things such as going to work with more pastel colors incorporated into his outfit, then putting light makeup on like light eyeshadow, glitter and lipgloss, and occasionally, doing his nails (albeit his nail art skills could improve).

Speaking about nails, he really wants to get his nails done by a professional but he has this irrationally fear that if he goes the nail tech will somehow know he's a guy and judge him.

He totally watches makeup tutorial videos while eating dinner.

After weeks of gentle encouragement, he finally has enough courage to wear a flowy dress with a cardigan and a bit of makeup to your movie theater date… outside… in public.

Please give him a big kiss, finding the courage to express one’s self in a public where people can, and often do, stare, point, and judge is really nerve wracking but he’s trying his hardest ❤️

You both totally go on thrifting dates together looking for cute things to buy (cuz cute clothes are always so expensive 😭).

He wants to wear high heels outside in public but suffers from wobbly ankle syndrome so he's scared he'll fall and make a fool of himself or even worse break his ankles (honestly if you're quiet and act like you're not home you might be able to catch him practicing walking in heels. He’ll be trying to walk with confidence but his balance is so terrible that he keeps having these moments where he almost falls to the ground and just barely catches himself in time lol).

He’ll be able to walk in heels someday, just not any time soon.

He’s into the soft girl aesthetic and it suits him really well too! He seems like he finds cardigans, pastel and softer colors, long flowy dresses, and leg warmers super cute.

He’s one of those people who bring their headphones and tote bag everywhere they go.

Honestly, all he’s really wanted in life is a partner that he feels comfortable with and that won't judge him for his interest, so he's super happy that he’s meet you and that you are a part of his life<3

Sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes. This is my first time writing a fic so I hope you enjoyed it!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedehara x reader

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v-era-18 · 1 year

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Red Licorice

Prologue: Dumb Blonde

“My friend (Y/n) loves scary movies,” Casey's voice was filled with adoration, “It's a bit weird but I love her anyway.”

“Tell me something (Y/n)?” Casey was sitting crisscrossed on her bed, teen magazine in her lap as she watched her best friend section another part of her hair in two, “Why are you so against me dating Steve?”

The said girl looked up from her spot in front of the vanity, she was almost done with twisting the last section of her hair-four more to go and she'd be done. Today- Tuesday, the normal day the two girls would have their scheduled sleepovers, sometimes it would be spent gossiping-mostly instigated by Casey-painting nails, or simply talking about their future as the afro haired did her hair. She felt safe doing her hair at her best friends, it beat staying home alone while her aunt was out on the night shift at the hospital.

“I'm not against you dating him,” (Y/n) blew out, she thought back to how things were announced earlier this week, “I just didn't like how I had to lie to Stu about what really happened.” The girl hated lying-especially when someone she cared about asked her to do it. It felt dirty lying to Stu when he asked her if Casey cheated on him with the football player, of course she did as her best friend asked of her-still didn't make it right.

Casey stiffened on the bed, her face suddenly growing red from embarrassment, “I-I know…It was really big of me to ask that of you since you're considered a good friend of his,” The blonde laid back on the bed, her lips wobbling a bit, “I'm not going to justify my actions of what I did but-I needed something else-a distraction-”

“A distraction-?”

“That was a bad way to put it! The relationship wasn't for me (Y/n)! I couldn't see myself being with him forever-”

“You should've told him that-”

“It doesn't matter anymore,” Casey snapped, her eyes seemed to hold back tears that werent even for the failed relationship, “He’s off fucking Tatum. The exact bitch I told you that would flirt with him non stop. Not to mention the way he looks at y-”

The blonde stopped herself while she was ahead. No it wasn't right to tell her about the many times Stu had spoken to Casey about (Y/n) while they were alone. The couple had even discussed a threesome with their favorite best friend in mind while they were drunk one date night underneath the stars.

Casey was fine with it, until each time her best friend laid next to her in the bed-she was filled with something that shouldn’t have been there. Something frowned upon, so when the next time her ex boyfriend mentioned it she shut it down immediately. (Y/n) didn’t deserve her first time to be like that, she needed commitment. Something she knew most guys in her school wouldn’t go for.

(Y/n) cocked her head to the side sending a questioning gaze to the blond who had her head in the clouds. She knew that the twos’ relationship isn't perfect-hell no relationship is but she thought she knew better than to cheat on someone. Man or women, it wasn't right to sleep with someone else when you had a partner already. But she had never been in a relationship, so she couldn't judge or tell her what was right or wrong in this case. So instead she'd rather distract her best friend rather than scold her.

“Sooo,” The brown skinned girl smiled softly, changing the subject, “Wanna watch a scary movie downstairs? I brought popcorn!” One thing (Y/n) could always do to deescalate a situation among friends was to suggest a scary movie, most of the time Stu and Billy would immediately stop what they were doing and join her, already arguing with what to watch as others laugh.

Casey sits up in her bed sending a sad glance her way, “The amount of scary movies you watch is honestly concerning, they're gonna rot your brain one of these days.”

She laughed in response, finishing off the last strand, “Everyone knows horror is my favorite, the main reason why I'm gonna major in film! I'm gonna be the first black female horror film director.”

Her friend smiled in response, her eyes gleaming with adoration that was beyond platonic as her gaze moved a bit downward toward her cleavage peeking out from the silk overdress Casey bought her for her sixteenth birthday. It was a good choice and suited her very well, the red lace straps sat nicely against her shoulders and seemed to make her brown skin pop out a bit.

The fun part is, (Y/n) only has enough confidence to wear sleepwear like this around her friends. So only Casey , Sidney, and Tatum only had the honor of seeing such eye candy up close. It truly felt like a dirty privilege that any man would want to see-would possible even kill to see. And they had the honor of seeing it for free, Casey truly was so lucky.

“I know you'll be, just remember me when you get all famous,” The blonde got up and passed the girls headwrap and bonnet, “I want a seat in the very first row of your movie. You better hold me tight while I scream at all the gory scenes you'll come up with.”

“I'm surprised you don't want to be one of the actors,” (Y/n) giggled softly, she finished wrapping her hair and started to put the hair products away, “You would be perfect, you're so pretty and would make all the boys in the theater go crazy.”

Casey felt herself grow warm, “And what character would I be? The final girl?”

(Y/n) smiled ruefully, “No. You would be the dumb blonde that dies first.”

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Casey’s thoughts traveled back to that night, it only happened a few days ago yet she was so restless. It was so hard going on and pretending like these feelings for her friend do not exist. She had no one to talk to about it; Sidney would tell her to be honest and go for it ‘there's several problems with that plan’, Tatum would first laugh then tell her to move out of her parents house before they kick her out, and Randy is to awkward plus its obvious that they harbor the same feelings for the girl.

Hence why she needs another distraction tonight, the main reason Steve is coming over to ‘watch’ a movie. The main plan was to obviously have her brains fucked out of her so she would forget the way her best friend looked while bending over on the bed reading a zombie comic. The girl was completely unaware that her underwear was on full display in front of Casey, driving the girl up the wall. She had to refrain from touching her and instead laid down next to her and pretended to be interested in what she was reading.

She honestly felt like she was backed off into a corner, it was obvious her parents wouldnt approve if she liked women in a sexual manner, not to mention (Y/n)’s skin color. Casey wasn’t stupid. She knew the only reason the girl was allowed into their home was because of how truly brilliant her best friend was, it shocked her parents- so much so they allowed her to hang out more in the home more than Sideny and Tatum. They deemed her a good influence, she didn't want to ruin that image of her friend just because of her feelings.

Casey just needed to keep it all in until the graduate and get her own apartment then she would consider telling (Y/n) about her true feelings. But right now she shouldn't be thinking about that, she should be thinking about the boy that's going to be on her doorstep, hungry and ready to devour her. One thing she was thankful for was her looks, she could possibly get a lot of guys if she wanted to, if it wasn't that obvious with how quick Steve was to agree to a quickie in the locker room during third period. She was desperate then, it was honestly sad that she needed another man to truly satisfy the craving for her friend that sat next to her.

The blonde finished the touches on her makeup and outfit before heading downstairs.If she was going to fake her desire for the male she might as well look good doing it, Tatum’s philosophy unfortunately. Her boyfriend should've been here by now, leave it to him to keep a girl waiting and preoccupied with her thoughts.

‘If (Y/n) were here I would be very distracted,’ The girl could imagine it. The two of them on the couch eating popcorn before Casey decided to pull her into a long sweet kiss of affection. She didn’t need sex to explain her love. Simple acts of affection would be enough. If she were here right now the girl wouldn’t hold back anymore-.

A phone rang cutting off Beckers thoughts, it was late at night and assumed her boyfriend was calling to explain as to why he was leaving his house late. She would let it slide after all she was basically using him.

“Hello,” Casey answered the phone with a polite voice she could muster, she didn't want to be rude even if she was in a mood.

“Hello,” a voice answered back, it was smooth and a tad bit seductive. The girl would be lying if she wasn't taken a bit aback by it.

“Yes?”

“Who is this?” The man questioned.

“Hmm, who are you trying to reach?”

‘Never talk too long to strangers rule number one’ (Y/n)' s voice rang out. Even as the girl was listening to someone else the girl's voice was plaguing her.

“What number is this?” The man continued to question.

“Well what number are you trying to reach?” Becker asked, the man was starting to confuse her.

“I dont know.”

“Well I think you have the wrong number” Oh so he’s just wasting time.

“What-?”

“It happens all the time. You take it easy.” Casey hung up the phone before glancing at the clock, her boyfriend still isn't here yet-the telephone rang once more much to her agitation, “Ugh, hello?’

“ I'm sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number,”

“So why did you dial it again?”

“To apologize-”

“You're forgiven. Bye now.” Her voice was even, done with the conversation.

“Wait, wait! Don't hang up-,” The girl hung up the phone.

Casey stands in front of a sliding glass door observing her surroundings now that she had just ended the phone call with the mysterious stranger who keeps calling her house. Casey notices that it’s pitch black outside in her backyard.

“What?” Casey asks now seemingly becoming just slightly annoyed with this mysterious man continuously calling her house phone repeatedly trying to get her to engage into conversations and ask her questions about things she could care less about at the moment.

“I want to talk to you for a second.” The man tries to hold on to the conversation with the blonde haired girl who is trying to end the phone call as soon as she possibly can.

“Well, they’ve got nine hundred numbers for that. Seeya.” Casey exclaims as she hangs up the phone, grinning as she goes back to cooking the popcorn on her stove.

The night continues at the Becker residence, silence taking over as nothing but big oak trees surround the house, with no neighbors in sight.

The house phone then starts to ring once again, prompting Casey to pick it up, still expecting her boyfriend to call as she awaits his arrival at her house.

“Hello,” Casey says as she speaks into the house phone as she watches the popcorn sizzle in a pot on the stove as she covers it with a lid.

“Why don't you want to talk to me?”

“Who is this?” Casey asks unbeknownst to her that it is the same person that has called her more than twice already in the past 15 minutes.

“You tell me your name I'll tell you mine,” the mysterious man tries to make a deal with her, trying to engage the young blonde into telling him more about herself seeing as she wouldn’t the last two attempts he tried calling her house.

She wanted to laugh, “I don't think so,” Casey replied, simply shaking the popcorn on the stove. If the girl's best friend was here she would be shaking her body to the beat, the girl smiles slightly at the image she created.

“What's that noise?,” He asks, trying to make out the background noises he could hear during the phone call with Casey.

“Popcorn,” She answered shortly. Casey’s demeanor goes from slightly annoyed to irritated that she can’t seem to get ready for a date night with her boyfriend who has yet to arrive at her home without this stranger constantly calling her and distracting her from her tasks.

“You're making popcorn?” asks curiously from the other side of the line.

“Uh-huh,” Casey replied bored. The conversation was really strange and getting a bit too long, she wondered why she was still on the phone in the first place.

“I only eat popcorn at the movies,” He informed. The girl's mind went back to her best friend once more, her laying back in the movie seat, manspreading in excitement as another kill took place on the movie screen.

“I'm getting ready to watch a movie,” she says to him, walking over to the counter of the aisle sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Casey now leaning her body over the aisle as she starts an interesting conversation with him.

“Really? What?” The man seemed a bit too interested for her liking.

“Just some scary movie my friend suggested,” To (Y/n) and Randy it wasn't just some movie, it was one of the best scary movies storyline wise and had the two in an ever loving chokehold.

“Do you like scary movies?” The man purred.

“My friend (Y/n) loves scary movies,” Casey's voice was filled with adoration, “It's a bit weird but I love her anyway.”

“(Y/n)? Is that your friend?” The girl froze for a minute deciding whether or not to answer, it was a stranger and there could be several girls with that name so he couldn't possibly know which one she was talking about.

“Hello?”

“Yes. She is,” Casey whispered into the phone, “One of the best.”

“Oh,” He replied softly, “What's your favorite movie to watch with her?”

Casey moves away from the stove and takes a seat at the kitchen counter right in front of the glass door, “I don't know. There's so many,” She laughed softly.

“You have to have a favorite,” The man was insistent, “You seem very fond of her, I'm sure there's a movie you both enjoy the most.”

She thinks for a moment, from all the found memories of the two spending time with each other. Stu cut in sometimes during the memories making her stomach churn as she thought about one night the two wouldn't stop talking about Alien, she felt left out even though her friend tried to include her. So to warm her spirits she thought of the very first horror movie they watched alone together, (Y/n) snuggled up into her side and ate buttered popcorn like a delicacy.

“Uh..Halloween. You know, the one with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the babysitters. What's yours?” She had given him too much information already and it was his turn.

“Guess.”

“Uh,....Nightmare on Elm Street.” (Y/n) would have probably guessed a lot better. She had a thing for slashers.

“Is that the one the guy had knives for his fingers?” The mysterious guy tries to pry more information out of the clueless girl.

“Yeah, Freddy Kruger,” Casey answered, starting to walk out of her kitchen and to a different area of the house, leaving her popcorn cooking and unattended on the stove as it still continues to pop fresh buttery kernels.

“Freddy-Thats right. I like that movie. It was scary,” The man seemed pleased that Casey was now participating in the conversation that he had been longing to have with her all evening.

“Yeah, the first one was, but the rest of them sucked though,” Casey laughed as she walked through the halls of the main level in the house, locking doors that would lead access to entry and as an exist to the estate, “(Y/n) said he had the potential to be the best slasher, but the directors ruined it.”

The man went silent for a long moment, making the blonde's nerves go on edge, “This (Y/n) girl, are you guys a thing?”

The girl's blood ran cold, “What?”

“I'm asking if she's your girlfriend, you keep bringing her into the conversation,” The man chuckled lightly, “I wont judge if-”

“No!” She denied quickly with a yell, “I-I mean, no, we're not together.”

“Ah, so you and her have boyfriends?”

Casey giggled nervously, “Why? Are you trying to ask one of us on a date?”

“Maybe. So do you guys have boyfriends?” the male uttered the question again.

“No.” Casey suddenly felt a bit flirtatious with the male, she knew her best friend would have been disappointed with her actions but this was the most fruitful distraction she has had in awhile, “And my friend would have to know you before she would even consider going on a date with you. Although, she might let you slide if you buy her dinner and watch a marathon of scary movies.”

He let out a deep chuckle, “I'll keep that in mind.” it was silent for another moment before he continued, “You never told me your name, but you told me your friends.”

Casey disregarded the last comment and twirled her hair, “Why do you want to know my name?”

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at,” The man replied simply.

Casey spun her body like lightning towards the glass door, her heart hammered in her chest as the words sunk in, “What did you say?”

“I want to know who I’m talking to,” He faked his sentence innocently.

“That's not what you said,” The girl snapped, heading towards the lights.

“What do you think I said?” he questioned.

Casey surveyed the backyard illuminated by the light. The tree's shadows seemed to move with the branches as she looked around for any sign of the seemingly intruder over the phone on her property. There's no one there. She turns the lights out as she hears the popcorn pop in the kitchen.

“I have to go now,” she gritted out in fear. She shouldn’t have been so stupid, out of all the scary movies she's watched with her best friend she knew better than to talk to strangers over the phone or simply alone.

“Wait-I thought we were going to go out?” He faked disappointment.

“Nah , I don't think so,” Casey on the fritz of an anxiety attack.

“Don't hang up on me,” He warned, there was an edge to his tone, he seemed to be losing his patience. “And don't you dare call (Y/n) either-!”

The girl was so scared she missed the last part of his sentence, “Gotta go.” She hung up the phone once again before running to the glass door and locking it. She starts to move to the stove before-the phone rings again as she's sliding the popcorn off the stove.

She answers with a hopeful prayer that it's her boyfriend calling with an explanation, “Yes?”

“ I told you not to hang up on me,” The strange man now seemed to calm as he said it to Casey for the fourth time, calling her tonight.

Now fear started to enter her body as she began to look around her housing, baffled as to why this man that she does not recognize on the other end of the line of the phone, would ask her such a question.

“What do you want?” Casey asks the man as she tries to piece together how this man could possibly state that when she doesn’t even know who she's on the phone to begin with.

“To talk,” the man simply states to her on the other end of the line.

“Dial someone else, okay,” she frantically states as she then hangs up abruptly on him, now showing clear signs of irritation and fear, as it pans over her face and body as she starts to move her left arm up and down, stating to the stranger now showing she is far from interested in what once seemed to be a platonic phone conversation with a random stranger to a now seemingly creepy stalker type of scenario.

Now walking back into the kitchen to finally attend to her popcorn, the phone rings once again. Casey, finally being fed up, decided to answer the phone and rip the creepy man a new one.

“Listen asshole-,” Casey tries to finish her rant, but before she could even get a few words out to voice her feelings the killer beat her to it.

“NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I’LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?” The man yells, fed up that the young Becker girl wouldn’t play into his shenanigans and games he was trying to engage her in.

Nothing was heard on either side of the phone as the man had finally gotten Casey’s full attention and now he would be able to set his plan into motion with her.

Not able to fully grasp the events of the conversation that just took place only seconds ago over the phone, Casey promptly asks the man, “Is this some sick joke?” To which he replied to her with, “More of a game,” in a playful yet serious manner.

Casey is now eyeing the outside of her house from the inside of her kitchen as she is still on the phone with the man, she then makes a beeline straight for her front door. Noticing that it’s unlocked, she then takes the opportunity to lock it at that very moment.

“I’m two seconds from calling the police.” Casey exclaimed to the man as panic started to settle in that someone is watching her ,and has possibly been watching her for who knows how long.

“They’d never make it in time.” The man sneers into the phone, causing Casey to push her face into the front door. Using the peephole, Casey tries to see if she can spot anyone on her front porch or yard, thinking that this could just be some sick prank that one of her friends or her boyfriend, who has still yet to show up to her house, could be playing on her. However, seeing that the front porch was empty and with no one in sight, set a newfound terror in Casey Becker’s stomach.

“What do you want?!” She uttered in complete fright, she couldn't see the man no matter how much she was trying to. He was stalking her , circling around her in the shadows of the trees that she couldn't see.

“To see what your insides look like,” The male smiled into the phone, it was a domino effect as he watched the girl's face go slack in terror, the face he’d been waiting all night to see. His smile is short lived as she hangs up once more throwing the phone onto the side table, it was okay, the plan is still being set in motion.

He leaned against the tree as he watched the girl look towards the front door, his partner was ringing it, obviously growing impatient from waiting for their two kills for tonight. They both were masterminds, this was another successful step forward into the biggest thing that they both wanted.

“Who's there?” She called out to the door, another chime rings out causing the girl to move towards the sound, she repeats her sentence louder this time. Not daring to open the door, she was smarter than that. When she realized there was going to be no answer she realized this was getting out of hand, she needed the police. Just as she grabbed the phone it rang once more.

Casey brought it up closer to her ear trembling, she didn't want to speak to the man any more, so she waited for him to speak again through the phone. And that he did.

“Your friend is a horror movie fanatic and you're calling ‘Who’s there?’,” the man let out a disappointed tsk, “Didn't she tell you that's practically a death wish?”

She did, but she wasn't going to tell him that, “Look, enough is enough. You had your fun, now you better leave me alone or else!” Casey, clutched against the wall trying to gain her bearings.

“Or else what?” It was a dare for her to speak the threat, she needed to phrase her words wisely. It's too bad she was making all kinds of bad decisions tonight.

“My boyfriend will be here any second and hell be pissed if I tell him-”

“I thought you didn't have a boyfriend? I thought you had a thing for girls?”

‘Oh shit,’ Casey thought in her head, “How did this guy know so much about me and my personal life? Is it really that noticeable that I have a thing for Y/N?!? I thought I hide my feelings very well in public so people wouldn’t suspect anything between us or assume the worst.”

Finally deciding to answer his question, Casey admits to the truth. “So what if I lied? I do have a boyfriend and he’ll be here any second and your ass better be gone,” she decides to try to match energy with this sicko on the other end of the phone.

“Sure…”The man states as he doesn’t believe any word Casey utters, as if her threat held no weight to its end.

“I swear it. And he’s big and plays football and will beat the shit out of you,” she states with venom dripping from her voice.

“I’m getting scared,” the man states to her, obviously not scared of her empty threats.

“And I’m really telling the truth this time so you better leave,” the girl states thinking that her saying that could scare this man off, but Casey should have known that this was only the beginning of the ending of her sad foreshadowed ending that she was warned about beforehand.

“And this boyfriend of yours, Steve, wouldn’t happen to know about the thoughts you have running in your head about that best friend of yours, (Y/n), would he?” the stalker asks with a small fake gasp, making Casey’s eyes go wide, causing her to turn her body around with horror striking her face.

“How do you know his name?” Becker uttered in shock.

“Go to the back door and turn on the porch light- again,” The instructions rolled off his tongue in waves, sending chills down her spine. She did as told, her steps unsteady like her breathing, moving from the front door-to the kitchen-and finally the glass doors. She found the lights and licked them on.

“OH GOD!” Caseys scream filled the house as she stood watching her boyfriend being tied and gagged to the chair in front of the glass doors. His eyes looked at her desperately asking for help, blood streaking down his face, he seemed to take a beating-but was alive nonetheless.

Her hand moved to the lock of the door, intuitively wanting to help, “I wouldn't do that if I were you,” The man scolded on the other end.

“Where are you?” She cried helplessly, all her spunk gone.

“Guess,” He teased.

Her eyes scanned the year-the trees, all around the porch the man was nowhere to be found. She gave up, “Please don't hurt him,” She was actually surprised she was begging for his life. She really didn't truly love him or anything, but no one deserves to die.

“That all depends on you,” His words had their weight.

“Why are you doing this?” Casey honestly wanted to know, she hadn't crossed anyone other than Stu and possibly Tatum, but they both weren’t capable of murder.

“I wanna play a game,”

“No-,”

“Then he dies. Right now.”

“No!” She begged

“Which is it?” He gritted on the phone. The male watched the girl stare back at the big jock through the door, the big dude was crying too-almost fooled him that he was crying for his girl rather than his own life.

“What kind of game?” She complied.

“Turn off the light,” He ordered.

She did as told, much to her boyfriend's dismay as he tried calling her name through the gag on his mouth. “Here's how we play. I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives.”

“Please don't do this,” She rips the lamp cord from its socket, darkening the room. If she couldn't see the killer then she didn't want him to see her.

“Come on, it'll be fun! I know (Y/n) would have loved it,”

Casey frowned and whimpered, “No, she wouldn't”

The male did his best to ignore the bitches comment, “It's an easy category, Movie Trivia.”

“Please,” She begged again.

“I'll even give you a warm up question,” The male replied nicely, “Name the killer in Halloween-”

“No,”

“Come on, It's you and (Y/n)’s favorite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask, he stalked the babysitters-”

“Micheal….Micheal Myers,” She whimpered.

“Yes!” Casey sighed, relieved the answer was correct, it was short lived. “Now for the real question.”

“No!” She was hysterical.

“But your doing so well-”

“Go away and leave us alone! That includes (Y/n)!”

“Then answer the question. Same category,” The girl was still a whimpering wet mess on the floor, “Name the killer in Friday the 13th.”

Becker jumped up in relief, “Jason! Jason! It's Jason!” There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, the girl thought they were finally free-.

“I'm sorry. Thats the wrong answer,”

“It's Jason! I've watched the movie twenty goddamn times!” Casey was beyond angry at this point, all the times she watched the movie with Stu and (Y/n) were all for naught?

“It's the wrong answer, if you've watched it that many times you would know that Mrs. Vohes was the original killer Jason didn't appear until the sequel,” The male laughed behind the phone, “Lucky for you there's a bonus round-but for poor Steve-im afraid-hes out.”

The girl heard the noise before she saw the murder first hand, her boyfriend's muffled screams echoed outside, and she could practically hear the tearing of flesh through the screen door. The lights cut on giving her a good view of his dead corpse, she screamed out a choked sob as she reached for the lights again turning them off hoping the killer would just leave her alone.

“Now answer my next question,”

“Please leave me alone,”

“What door am I at?”

“What,” Casey couldn't think straight at this point, she was too terrified.

“There are two doors to your house. A front one and a back one. If You answer correctly-you get to live,”

It was a lie obviously.

The blonde looked in the varying directions, looking from the directions of the doors and strategizing how she could possibly escape outside and to the road without the intruder catching her. She felt useless, she was going to die in this house without saying goodbye.

“Don't make me,” Casey pleaded, “I cant-I wont.”

“Your Call,”

The girl only had a second to scramble over towards the table to grab a knife as the glass door broke with a lawn chair. Glass seemed to slow down as the intruder emerged, what shocked her the most was the black robe with a screaming white mask of a ghost. If she wasnt so terrified she would laugh and commence the costume, but the knife in the man's hands glimmered in the light, causing her blood to run cold.

Casey runs to the window slowly sliding it up as she hears the man make his way through the foyer, with hate she slips through the window, at the last second she fumbles the knife dropping it. Muttering a curse she decides to leave it as races to the corner of the house outside.

She was almost there to the yard, moving between the fence and the house, the only obstacle was the two curtainless glass windows she would have to pass without him noticing. She peeks into another window watching the killer open a closet searching for her, taking a chance she skips the second window and moves down to the third. Casey peeks her head up again, only to let out a blood curdling scream with the masked figure staring back at her. The masked man thrusts his fist through the glass grabbing her arm, only to be stopped with her throwing a punch to his face.

Casey took this chance to run further into the yard, rounding the corner seeing headlights in the distance. Her parents were home early, without second thought she tears off towards them, awaiting safety from the murder. Her hope didn't last long when the ghost masked killer appears, grabbing her, raising the gleaming metal high before striking it down once more.

She dropped to the ground, clutching her chest as red blooms staining her cream sweater, she chokes on her cries. The ghostface tries to strike down again only to be kicked away in response. Casey stagers over to the front porch, her parents staring at the ajar door.

“Maa,” It was choked out and gurgled, she was choking on her own blood as she watched her parents head inside. Casey stayed lying on the ground outside by her house as she would gasp for deep breaths, hoping they would help better the airflow of the injuries she received from the masked killer. As she laid there she could hear the heavy footsteps of the slasher near her.

Looking up had to be the worst mistake in her life because then Casey realized the harsh truth her best friend told her that same evening only a few hours early. As she laid there on the ground, the killer took the opportunity to stab her once again making it the final blow for her. It wasn't for naught she got to see her killers face, tears slide down as she realized her best friend would be left with the monster much to her dismay.

And with her dying breath, Casey Becker gasped out, “(Y/N) was right, the dumb blondes do always die first in horror movies.” and with that last breath from the girl, her chest stopped rising and she was finally dead.

Much to the satisfaction for the unknown killer, but to the rest of the town of Woodsboro, California, Casey Becker’s death wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last for sure.

#billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #Stu matcher x Black reader #Billy Loomis x Black reader #Spotify

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jennay · 1 year

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Play Pretend

A/N: I don’t know what I’m doing with this. Let me know if you’d like a part two it’s kinda left on a hanger but, I have some ideas if you guys want more.

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“You fucking suck, Jamie.” You push yourself into the corner of the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and holding it close to your chest. You gently rest your head against the fluffy plush pillow.

Jamie sits next to you, hands folded in his lap.

“Darling, you knew this wasn’t real.” He tries to find the best way to let you down but knows there is never a good way to break someone’s heart. “It was pretend. We needed the publicity. We weren’t supposed to be more than that.”

You lift your face from the pillow just enough for him to see your teary eyes. He instantly feels guilty. Maybe he led you on more than he would have liked, but he never expected you to feel this strongly about him.

“If it was pretending, why did it continue through close doors?” You set the pillow beside you; unfolding your legs and standing up, you look out the large windows of your apartment, gazing across the city. You wipe your teary eyes. Jamie didn’t deserve your tears.

He stands beside you, and through the reflection of the glass, you can see him staring at you.

“I thought you were playing along.” He admits.

Rolling your eyes, you let out a huff. Jamie acted like you didn’t know him well enough to know when he was lying.

“There was something there, and you can lie all you want. That’s fine, but I need you to leave if you can’t be honest with me, and hopefully, at some point, you can look in the mirror and convince yourself that after four months of us being together, there weren’t any real feelings.” You walk to your front door and hold it open, and wait for Jamie to exit. He somberly starts toward you, knowing after he left you, this was it. You weren’t going to take him back as a friend; it stung knowing that he was throwing his friendship away, and more than likely, your mutual friend Joseph would give him the lecture of his life.

“(Y/n), I-“

“No.” You cut him off before he can speak. “There’s the door.” You pause to regain your composer. “I wish Joseph never introduced me to you.”

Jamie’s lips part like he can’t believe what you said. You weren’t just dismissing the “relationship” you two carried for four months but the friendship you held for the last three years.

You feel salty tears pricking at your eyes. You tap your foot to focus on something other than your emotions. How could you be this blind?

“I’m sorry.” He walks away from your apartment with his shoulders slumped, and head hung low.

You don’t hesitate to slam the door shut. Nobody teaches you how to break up with a friend. It shouldn’t have hurt this much, but it hurt worse than breaking up with your ex-boyfriend. You couldn’t ever lay eyes on Jamie without feeling some sort of pain again.

You text Joseph and explain what happened, knowing he would likely take Jamie’s side. This was pretending, after all. When he receives the text, he instantly calls. You two weren’t supposed to break up for another few months the promotions for your and Jamie’s latest movie had barely begun.

“You weren’t supposed to catch actual feelings, princess.” He lightly chuckles, which makes you even madder.

“We had sex… and it changed the chemistry in my brain, Joseph.” You sit on your bed and curl under the blankets. “We shouldn’t have. I know, but I thought maybe he was starting to have feelings for me, and boom. My clothes are on the ground.” The other line remains silent, you have to pull your cell phone away to check if he’s still there. “Joseph?”

“You both are such idiots. I knew this would happen. I’ve never been able to have two best friends get along.” He pauses, and his eyes drift to the knocking on the front door. He casually walks to the door listening to you continue to rant about how dumb you are. He looks through the peephole and his eyes land on a distraught Jamie. “(Y/N.) I need to call you back.”

“Joseph!”

“I’ll call you back!” Joseph turns his phone off and opens his door. His brows raise and he stares at Jamie in disbelief. “You had sex with her!?”

Number 2

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raainy-daze · 9 months

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The Snatcher.

[previous.] ➼ chapter two. ➼ [next coming soon…]

rise of the tmnt x gn!reader [PLATONIC], rise!leo x gn!reader

summary: someone keeps stealing everyone's things. nothing they've stolen has any correlation, and it's anyone's guess why they're doing it. as time goes on, the list of crimes grows longer. reader just hopes no one realizes it's them.

reader goes for their second target, a set of michelangelo’s paints. unfortunately, as april and donnie’s investigation kicks into gear, they find themself on the list of suspects. what are they meant to do now?

word count: 1,894

a/n: HEYOOO i’m NOT abandoning this surprise. every time i say writer’s block has left me, it hits me like a train, so i’m gonna be totally honest this time: this may not get part three for another several months. it entirely depends on how well my brain chooses to cooperate.

on a different note, we’re approaching one year of this account! i like to think i’ve done somewhat good with my writing so far. anyhow, hope you all enjoy this!

By next Tuesday, everyone had been thoroughly interrogated. Again, except Draxum, who was having none of it.

The tape rolled on your interrogation. Well, if you counted a phone camera as a tape. For the sake of poeticism, the tape rolled on your interview. You were sitting at a table opposite the camera, or rather, April's phone, very clearly holding in a laugh. April sighed, and her voice was heard. “(Y/N), where were you on the night of April 16th?”

“Didn’t we already establish this?”

Although it wasn’t seen on the video, you remembered April had brandished a clipboard. “Look, Don’s the one who wrote the questions, not me.”

“It's for the sake of a record!” His hand barely came into frame as he emphasized his point.

You decided to entertain the question. “I was in the lair with everyone else. We were watching Atomic Lass Dies Again–”

“Atomic Lass Dies Again 2 ,” Donnie corrected you from behind the camera.

“Okay, okay, didn’t realize that was a necessary detail.” You held your hands up. “Yes, we were watching Atomic Lass Dies Again 2.”

“I recall you weren’t seated the whole movie. Where were you when you weren’t watching the movie with everyone else?”

“I was in the kitchen, refilling the popcorn bowl.”

“Three separate times?”

“Twice. The third time, I was looking for a phone charger.”

The scratching of a pen against paper was heard. “And after the movie ended?”

“I was with Leo in his room.”

“Doing what?”

“Looking through memes and shit.”

“And you were with Leo because?” Donnie interjected.

You raised an eyebrow. “He's my boyfriend. I thought that was a pretty clear reason.”

“You weren't... plotting?”

“If you mean plotting out our next Minecraft build, yeah, sure.”

“And you left when?” April interrupted the line of questioning before Donnie got out of hand.

“Oh, I’m not sure. Sometime around midnight, I guess?” Not technically a lie, depending on how you defined ‘sometime around’. You left it vague.

“So, well within in the time frame of the crime?”

“Yeah, I guess so. But April and Sunita were the only ones who weren’t present in that time, right?”

“Okay, well, did you see anything when you were leaving?”

“Well…” You began recounting what you saw before the crime took place. “Leo was still up when I left. Mikey’s door was left open when I passed, and he was passed out with some YouTube video playing in the background. I think it was some top 10 scariest roller coasters video or something? I’m pretty sure I was the last person to leave, everything was shut down in the living room.”

April nodded. “So if your story’s correct, that would mean it either had to happen before midnight, or it was one of Donnie’s brothers.”

“Or Splinter,” he interjected.

“I guess? I don’t know, I can’t really see your dad having a motive for it.”

“Old people are weird.”

“Especially Splinter,” you agreed.

And the video ended, everyone brought back to the present, April 22nd, 5:09 p.m., in the lair once more. “This is the final interview we recorded,” April stated, disconnecting her phone from the projector. “We took this Monday the 18th, the day before the second incident occurred.” She walked over to the whiteboard. There was a 'victim' column now, listing only Donnie. April now wrote Mikey's name beneath his.

•°. *࿐

Last Tuesday...

You weren’t actually supposed to be in the lair right now.

It was the middle of the day, and you knew none of the guys were home, thanks to Mikey’s social media. Did this count as breaking in? You weren’t entirely sure. Oh well.

You walked behind Splinter’s armchair, not really taking too much care not to be seen. You could hear him snoring, and when Splinter was out, he was out. He would have no clue you were ever here.

You knew exactly who and what your target was. You didn’t stop to look at anything else, you went right to Mikey’s room. The door was open, so you had no worries about fingerprints on the door, though you had brought gloves just in case.

You looked around his room and winced. It was… a bit of a mess. You'd expected it, but it still wasn't very encouraging. You had to shuffle around carefully to make sure you left everything in place. You hopped over the laundry pile to stand over his desk. Damn it. Everything was piled up on the desk, you could hardly tell what was where. You sighed and pulled out your phone, taking a picture of the desk. Then, you reached into your bag, pulling out the plastic gloves you’d taken from your parents’ cleaning supplies.

Once you pulled the gloves on, you began carefully sifting through his belongings. Using the photo you'd just taken, you made sure you put everything back where it belonged, right down to the exact degree of rotation. But with every section of clutter you went through, you were getting increasingly frustrated as you kept digging around and coming up with nothing. You even pulled open a few of the drawers, gentle so you didn't knock anything out of place, only to find nothing.

Finally, somewhat annoyed, you left the desk. If it wasn’t here, then where was it?

You looked around. Then your eyes landed on one splash of color in the ocean of it. You squinted, trying to decide if you were really seeing what you were seeing. You were.

“What kind of psycho paints on their bed ?” Mikey’s paints were lying next to a not-quite-dry canvas laid down on his bed. You spent a full ten seconds staring at it, just processing what you were looking at. That felt like a disaster waiting to happen. His brushes were sitting in a glass of water on his bedside table, at least. You snatched up the paints, and were about to shove them in your bag when you thought better of it. There were still drops of wet paint around the caps, and you didn’t want all your stuff to get stained bright green. So instead, you chose to just carry them in your arms and pray you wouldn’t drop them.

You strolled past Splinter, still snoring, and made it out without no trouble. They weren’t even close to home when you left. Wednesday, April 20th, 3:39 P.M. The Snatcher strikes again.

•°. *࿐

Back in the present, everyone stared as April finished the tail of the y on Mikey's name.

“Everyone, we've got a serial snatcher on our hands.”

“Snatcher. Uppercase S,” Donnie corrected.

“How do you know the capitalization of something I'm saying out loud?”

He shrugged. “I just do. Anyhow, not to say I told you so, but I told you so!”

“Are we sure he didn't just... misplace his paints?” Sunita asked, in the most sympathetic way possible.

“I DIDN’T!” Mikey was reacting almost as dramatically as Donnie had, but with tears as opposed to anger and suspicion. You honestly felt kind of bad seeing it. You hadn't thought the paints were that important to him. He had a billion, after all. “I LEFT THEM RIGHT THERE! ON MY BED! I KNOW I DID! I LEFT THEM RIGHT BY MY PAINTING!”

Raph was patting Mikey on the back, trying to comfort him while April sketched out the new crime scene right next to the previous one.

“Hey, Mike, don't be so upset.” This was just a dumb prank, you didn't want to make him actually cry over it. “Look, I'll buy you some new ones, okay? We'll go to the craft store later,” you offerred.

“Oh, but (Y/N) , it's not just about the paints!” Donnie interrupted you. “It’s the principle! We don’t just have a Snatcher anymore, we have a serial Snatcher!”

“That sounds fucking dumb.”

“Shut up, Cassandra.”

“And April already said that.”

“Shut up, Leo.”

You were pretty sure it was more about the paints for Mikey, but whatever. Let Donnie have his investigation. It was more fun that way. The whiteboard was pretty impressive, honestly. At least, it was now that April had organized it. When you'd first seen it, Donnie had kind of just scribbled everything anywhere he could put it. April was in charge of it now, and was officially making a 'suspects' column. Everyone watched with bated breath as she wrote, waiting to see if their names were present.

Leonardo...

A dramatic gasp. “Me? Well I never!”

Raphael…

“But why would I take my brothers’ stuff?!”

Cassandra…

“WHAT?! THIS IS UNJUST!”

Ah, fuck.

And you.

You made no response but a practiced perplexed expression.

April explained why she'd come up with this list. “Leo and Raph are the only two of the brothers who haven't had anything... well, snatched.” There were a couple snickers around the room - mostly just you and Leonardo. The Snatcher title really was being embraced. “For all we know, this could just be a Hamato brother thing. After all, no one outside the family's been proven as being involved. And, well, Leo does have a reputation,” she muttered the last part.

“Wow, biased much?”

“And, well, kind of a similar principle for you, Cassandra. No offense, but this does feel like something you'd do. And I mean, we've seen you professionally steal stuff.”

“That's behind me.” Cassandra huffed.

“And me?” You were dying to know what could've given you away.

“Suspicious behavior.”

“... Suspicious behavior?”

“Suspicious behavior.”

“...” The two of you shared a long moment of questioning eye contact. “... Do I get anymore context beyond that?”

“Sorry. Confidential information.” Donnie answered for her.

You ran through everything you'd said and done in the last week. You couldn't think of anything particularly incriminating. Did she actually know something, or was she bluffing?

Jesus Christ, what is this, Death Note?

When the meeting was dismissed, you and Leo turned to each other, immediately sharing your thoughts.

“I can’t believe she suspects us! I mean, I don’t even know what those batteries are used for!” Leo had a hand to his chest, trying to emphasize just how innocent he was. He didn't have to prove anything to you, you knew exactly who it was. You also knew they weren’t batteries, they were a bunch of cables for a GPS antenna. You knew because you stared at them by your closet every night before going to sleep. They cast weird, overlapping shadows on your wall that looked a bit like a nest of some sort. You had no clue how they were so tangled when Donnie had barely even touched them.

But you didn’t say that. It’d make you look suspicious if you were keeping track.

So instead, you just played along. “I know, right? I mean, I wasn’t even here when Mikey lost his paints.”

Once you were done with your 'can you believe how ridiculous this is' debriefing, the two of you sat there on the couch together. He had an arm over your shoulder, scrolling through memes on his phone. You would joke about them with him whenever he showed you one, but the gears in your brain were turning. You had to get April off your back, and quick. She was onto you, and you had to come up with a plan to fix that, and fast.

Time to pull some strings.

#tmnt x reader #reader insert #rottmnt x reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader

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Congratulations on 300! I love your writing, all your fics are so good! I actually just went through your masterlist because I realized that so many of your fics are my favorites on ao3, but I hadn’t put them on my Rec lists on tumblr yet! It was great going through and getting to enjoy it all again 💖

To celebrate the occasion, may I humbly request #50 with Matt Murdock?

hope you enjoy, thanks for your request!

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You weren’t really looking to find anything when you went home. Just having moved in with your boyfriend, you were looking forward to nothing more than washing the grime of the day off of your body and then cuddling up to his warm body and falling asleep. Your exhaustion caused your usual pace up the stairs to slow to a trudge. Finally getting to the door and shucking off your jacket, you make your way to the bedroom to change and go to bed when you see a lump of a man laying on the floor by the couch.

In hindsight, if it were just a strange man, you probably shouldn’t have just approached him unarmed, but you were exhausted and common sense flew out the window. Once you got a little closer, you noticed the black mask obscuring the top half of his face, the bottom half looking eerily familiar enough to send a sinking feeling down your stomach. Crouching down to his level, you tried to peel his mask off until his hand shot up to yours, his grip strong and on the verge of hurting you. Pulling your hand away from his and crawling backwards a few feet in fear, you hear his voice break the silence.

“Who are you? Where am I?” His voice sends a pang of emotion through your brain but you ignore it.

“In- in my boyfriend’s apartment, and you’d better leave quickly, he’s big and scary and mean.” Deciding to play Matt to your advantage, you try to fool the man, not actually knowing when Matt would make his way home

“Didn’t answer the first question.”

“I’m not giving some masked wacko my name, get out.” He let out a pained chuckle, and suddenly you immediately knew who it was under the mask.

“Matthew Murdock, if I lift this mask and see your face, I promise you will learn the true meaning of fear.”

“Then don’t.” He sits up from his position, throwing an arm around his midsection and letting out a pained grunt.

“Damn it! What the hell is wrong with you!” He winces at your yelling but allows you to continue.

“What if something happens to you? What if you get seriously hurt? What if you die? We literally just moved in together, Matt. Are you even trying to be safe? I mean, look at your shirt! It’s all tattered and torn and offers no protection and it’s cold outside and what if you get frostbite or hypothermia and I can’t find you and did you really think I’d be upset if you told me? You ignorant son of-” Your rant is interrupted by Matt’s hand over your mouth.

"Bug, I’m alright. see? I'm here with you right now in one piece. I’m okay, I promise.” He runs his hands up and down his chest, ineffectively showing you that he wasn’t injured under his shirt, but you couldn’t care enough. Throwing your arms wide open, you engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug, a small “oof” leaving his lips as he wraps his arms around you as well.

“You could’ve told me.” You said, voice turning weepy at the thought of him putting his body on the line night in and night out.

“I know, I should have. I didn’t expect you to be home.”

“You’re not allowed to keep secrets from me, Murdock. We live together now, that’s the least you can do.”

“Absolutely, no more secrets, promise.” You nuzzle your face further into his chest.

“No dying either.” He laughs, the sound running through him to you.

“I’ll try, bug. I’ll try.”

After a beat of silence he starts laughing again.

“What?”

“You really think I’m big and scary and mean?”

“Shut up, I’ll show you big and scary and mean.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” He says sarcastically.

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seizing the moment // jo

warning; mutual pining and two dummies that can't get it together, fluff, i probably cursed at some point bc it's me

summary; The winter season is lonely without anyone to wake up beside. It's also the time where friends realize they might be lovers after all.

word count; 3k+

this is for @antoineroussel 's winter fic exchange! I'm sorry it's so late but I hope you like it @typical-simplelove <3 it only has the smallest bit of angst since it's mutual pining but I promise I gave you a happy ending

The longer you sat on the sofa, the more you wanted to leave. The cushions were comfortable enough but being tucked in the corner of a couch filled with people happily chatting beside you was deafening. Nobody was speaking to you and to be fair, you weren’t engaging in any coverations. It’s exactly how you saw the night being panned out; the exact reason you gave to your roommate when she begged you to come. These were her friends and while you knew a few of their names, you were sick of hearing them all talk about work and school.

It was no secret that you were going through a rough patch. Brought on by the many wonders that life throws at you, the year was turning out to be a major disappointment. Your room that would normally be lined with tinsel with a tall tree tucked in the corner stood barren. The clothes scattered across the floor was a reflection of your brain that never seemed to stop. Being the first winter without your family was hard, and while Amber thought she was doing you a favor by dragging you out, she was doing the opposite.

After promising you to stick by your side as much as she could possibly manage, she disappeared within the first few minutes of you being here. Getting out was the only goal at this point. Getting off of this sofa and into your own bed.

The sound of the door opening and shutting was muffled by the endless conversations happening throughout the room. Your focus was set on the end of the hallway that led to the door, anxiously waiting for your saving grace.

When he walked in your eyes lit up, feet practically propelling you off of the couch and over to him. He saw you just a moment after you had but he’s quick to welcome you into his embrace. His arms wrap around you naturally and you’re enveloped in the warmth that is Jamie. He was your favorite blanket every day of the year and he was proud to be so.

“You okay?” All it takes is a quick nod from you and he’s heading back towards the same door he entered through, this time with your hand in his. You don’t bother to tell Amber goodbye, seeing as she hadn’t bothered to stay with you longer than it would’ve taken her to find the restroom. Jamie doesn’t question where she is or even look for her as he beelines for the door.

It’s not until he’s pressed the button to the elevator that you let out a deep breath. He looks at you with his soft eyes before wrapping you in his arms once again. The silence is comforting, something you’re used to with Jamie. In all of your years of knowing him you’d never recalled an awkward silence between the two of you. Even sitting across awkward family dinner tables together, you managed to crack smiles and nudge each other out of sight from any angry relatives.

Jamie had been your best friend for longer than you could remember. He was the one that walked you home from school until your parents rounded up the money to buy you a car. School dances were always attended together, hand in hand. When your boyfriend broke up with you because he didn’t want to be “held down in college” Jamie was the one that showed up on his doorstep and told him what an idiot he was. It was always the two of you, no questions asked. Regardless of how many times people asked if there was anything beneath the surface, the answer was always the same.

We’re just friends.

It stung every time. Any time he dropped you off and walked you all the way to the door, coming inside to greet your parents more often than not, your lips burned in anticipation. You waited for the day he ducked his head down just enough to press his lips against yours. Kissing Jamie was everything you wanted and more. More so because of what it meant for the two of you.

Being with your best friend in every way you wanted to be would’ve been every dream come true. Waking up beside him and cooking meals together was something you’d thought about for years. Holidays were already spent together, you already knew practically everything about each other, and there was no earthly way you’d ever grow sick of Jamie Oleksiak.

Throughout the years you’d seen him fall in love. It was painful for you, hearing all of the wonderful things he said about every girl he liked. His feelings were so pure, and his words were strung together so beautifully. It was no secret that it was an honor to be loved by this man. Any eyelash and coin tossed down a well had the same wish wrapped around it.

As long as he was happy.

That’s what kept you going. After all this time and all the things you’ve felt, it was his happiness that kept you grounded. If he was happy with whatever her name was, then so be it. They were nice most of the time, and so it wasn’t so hard to put up with them. If they made him happy then they could stay the remainder of their trip.

It never lasted long though. Jamie gave them a year, maybe two if they were lucky. Long enough to impact you but not long enough for Jamie to mourn them too terribly. He seemed to move on quickly, quicker than you expected him to the first few times. You figured it was just his way of getting back to himself and starting over.

There hadn’t been a day that he’d known you that he hadn’t felt overwhelming love for you. Holding you as closely as possibly was important but he was afraid to grab on too tightly. What if he broke you? What if he pulled you too close and you pushed him away? He wasn’t sure he could handle rejection from you. Girls in a bar that he didn’t even know the name of had no impact on his ego. Shrugging them off was as easy as skating to him.

You were different. You were everything. He couldn’t get you close enough in his eyes. He hated that you were going through this tough time. Your parents had always made the trip out to Seattle to see you during the holidays, or managed for you to get to them back home. They blindsided you with their newfound love for holiday vacations. Flying across the world in December seemed merry to them while it left you in the wake of a messy room.

So he stayed close. He didn’t go home even on his time off and he made sure to keep his phone on him at all times. Nights like these made him grateful for doing so. It only took him two minutes to respond to your SOS. He picked you up seven minutes later.

Before you knew it you were sitting in the middle of a parking lot. To what, you were unsure of. The look Jamie gave you was everything you needed to know though. There was no way he could look at you with eyes that soft and a smile that pure if he was taking you somewhere bad. So you climbed out of the car without questioning it and let him lead the way.

The sight of ice sent a chill down your spine. The involuntary whine that escaped your lips brought a laugh out of Jamie. The sound covered you in goosebumps but you quickly ignored the aching feelings and wondered what size skate you were supposed to get.

“You know I can’t skate.” The look of mischief in his eyes had you rolling.

“I know that. That’s why we’re here.” It doesn’t make sense to you how those two things line up but you’re not sure how to dispute the joy seeping out of him right now. So you tuck your complaints into your pocket and let Jamie order both of you skates.

It doesn't take even a minute of you trying to tie your laces for Jamie to swat at your hand and kneel down in front of you. Your hands grab onto his shoulders for leverage as he yanks and ties quicker than you can tie your tennis shoes. The warmth comes back when he finishes the first one and grabs your calf gently. He taps lightly and when you switch and present your other foot he hums out in approval.

You're lost again in a mess of thoughts about a life with Jamie. Frosting cookies with various colors and images that definitely don’t turn out how they’re intended. Waking up at an all too early hour to watch him open gifts you’d been excited about for weeks. Your dogs would be on a constant playdate, never having to leave one another ever again.

His hand is warm in yours despite him dragging you into an ice rink. All heat seemed to rush to your hands, focused on the physical connection between the two of you. It switches to both hands when he pins around effortlessly to give you ample support.

Fear creeps deep in your chest then as you hope and wish on everything that you’ll stay up on your feet. The embarrassment of wiping out in front of Jamie would be hard to recover from. You could picture the goofy smile he’d wear while clutching his abdomen as he laughed way too hard at your misstep. The embarrassment would eventually drown in the beauty of his smile and the melody of his laugh that you can’t seem to get enough of. Anything to make him smile like that. Part of you wonders if you should stumble on purpose.

Jamie’s holding onto your hands for dear life as he can sense your fear grumbling inside of you. He watches your eyes lock onto your feet despite him telling you not to. Words of affirmation and soft laughs aren’t enough to get you to look up at him as you worry your feet will fly out from underneath you.

“If you look at me you won’t fall. I promise.” his voice rings in your ears, soft and sweet like a freshly baked cookie. The thought makes your stomach turn in hunger but you push past it. You’re not voluntarily letting go of Jamie’s hands anytime soon.

Skating’s never been your strong suit. Balance wasn’t your forte and staring at your unstable feet was the only thing you could do for the first ten minutes on the ice. Standing on razor blades and walking - well not actually walking, it’s more like gliding - was not something you did everyday if the week like Jamie. He was practically born in hockey skates with a chipped tooth smile.

Holding onto Jamie’s hands was the only thing that got you through it. The winter chill froze your nose to an aching point but your hands felt so warm in his. His gentle pokes and prods telling you ways to get better felt like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. The look he gave you when your eyes finally detached from your feet and traveled up to his was gut wrenching.

It was a look you’d known all too well. It was the same look he gave you when you failed your driving test for the first time, and the same one you got when he heard the news of you getting accepted into your dream school. Jamie’s eyes bore into you like they were the key to a heavily locked gate.

He never knew why you opened up so easily with him. For the longest time he assumed it was out of habit. You’d known each other for years, too many to count at this point. Nobody knew one of you without knowing the other. It was always the two of you, never just one.

Secretly, both of you liked it that way.

Longing looks and aching hearts were all there was to show for it. Jamie never made a move and you wouldn’t say something until you were sure there was something to be said back. Risking this was a game you didn’t want to play.

Despite how warm his hands felt and how easily his eyes sank into you, you swallowed that love and adoration and shoved a sheepish smile to the surface. He didn’t say anything about it, never does, and the routine started again.

Normal conversation blanketed over the two of you for the remainder of your time at the rink. He opened and closed the door for you and let you choose the music on the car ride home. You noticed he took the long way to your place and he thanked you silently for never mentioning it.

The night ended with a gentle kiss to the top of your head, nothing you hadn’t experienced before, and a simple goodnight. The clock ticks were a painful reminder of every moment you missed with him, every moment you missed him. Being left alone makes you realize just how much you wished you could get over that stupid fear.

Jamie spends his entire ride home regretting the missed moment: the moment he’s dreamed of your entire friendship. He walked you all the way up to the door and held your head in his hands. His eyes lingered on your lips while his mind raced tenfold. The thoughts ran so fast he could hardly keep track of them and by the time he came back down to Earth, he was kissing the top of your head instead of your lips.

It’d be so easy, he thinks. Everything is easy with you, except this. This is harder than he could’ve ever imagined. One wrong move and everything could come crumbling down.

That’s why he doesn't push it. When he finally caved in and let’s you push him into building a gingerbread house, the moment’s there. Even when your fifth attempt fails and you look up at him with sad eyes and a pouty lip. He thinks about how he could kiss the frown away, he could take your mind off of the gingerbread pieces that would surely break any moment.

But what if you pushed him away?

The moments there when you’re standing at a bar waiting for drinks and he slinks his arm around you. His teammates are watching and take bets on if you even notice the way you fall into his side so easily. The moment is there when your shoulders deflate in defeat and you look up at him for help. Instead he just nods at you gently and uses his height to his advantage.

Moments come and pass as they have for years. Jamie hardly thinks much of it, he’s been coping with it for years. He has no idea you’re catching onto these moments, that you’re pining for everything he is and more.

After watching your best friend land the sloppiest grin-filled kiss on her boyfriend of three years your stomach turns and you can hardly take it anymore. Jamie’s not there and you can think of a million reasons why you wish he was.

The moment finally comes around again after a long night with friends. Jamie’s teammates and their loved ones, your friends from school that have found their way into this rather large group. It’s a night filled with laughter and stories from so many people you can hardly remember any of them. The entire way home, the night leaves you. You don’t think of dinner or who was there, rather just the way Jamie’s hand feels on your thigh.

It’s like he doesn’t notice it’s there. He drums his fingers lightly to the beat of the radio. Every tap brings goosebumps to your skin as you just hope with every fiber of your being that tonight is the night Jamie realizes what’s in front of him.

The walk up to your place is longer than it normally is and the elevator ride is painfully quiet. Jamie hangs his head the whole way down the hallway. He doesn’t say anything until you reach the door and it sends your heart down to your feet.

“See you tomorrow?” You nod weakly. He will in fact see you tomorrow, but you wish he had said almost anything else.

“Yeah.” he nods once and moves closer to you. You give yourself false hope and allow your heart rate to pick up, only to feel a warmth on your forehead.

You’re warm but not enough. There’s something missing in the motion and it’s not until Jamie’s halfway down the hallway that you speak.

“Jamie.” He turns on his heels and looks at you with a questioning gaze. He knows nothings wrong because of the tone you’re using, but he also knows there’s a severity to it. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

It’s his heart that sinks now as his words get caught in his throat. What’d you just say? Surely you didn’t just say that.

Right?

“I- I didn’t know you wanted me to.” It’s entirely not the right thing to say, it’s not even what he wanted to say but his heart’s in the floor and his brain flew out the window ages ago.

“Of course I do. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

There’s a beat of hesitation - that’s what you think it is at least. Jamie’s not hesitating but rather replaying your words in his brain to fully convince himself that you truly said them.

One more time and he nods gently to himself before taking as little strides as it takes to reach you. His hands find your cheeks faster than they ever have before and his lips are on yours in no time. It quite literally knocks the wind out of you but you can’t seem to do anything but kiss back with as much fever.

Everything you wanted was wrapped up in front of you. Jamie on a silver platter, and he was yours for the taking.

“By the way,” He pulls back to look down at you, lips parted in disbelief that he was getting his moment. “This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Your smile hurts your cheeks, but he sends it right back to you. You’re both grinning like idiots in the hallway but all you can think about is this moment.

Your moment.

#jamie oleksiak #jamie oleksiak x reader #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl seattle kraken #jamie oleksiak x you #fix exchange

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