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#so yeah this could be the one who's not like the regulars' pov
stevieschrodinger · 2 months
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I don't know, ficlet AU sort of thing.
Alpha Steve has a YouTube channel that, kind of, started by accident. Steve is not the most confident reader, like, at all. The words get kind of muddled and he got into a habit of just sort of trying to rush it, figuring he was going to mess it up anyway, so get it over with, right? And then he just sort of stops reading, even though he enjoyed it, because he couldn't get his brain to slow down and the muddling got worse and...yeah.
So one day, his platonic soul mate bestie suggests he read out loud. To someone. If he reads every word out one at a time, knowing it has to be clear enough for the other person to follow, that'll slow him down.
So, he tries it, but only for Robin. And it sort of works, kind of, and then she hits on him using something so he can only see the line he's reading, like a bit of card with a letterbox cut in it, and...Steve is on fire.
The words don't get muddled up so much, and his reading is slow and even, and he needs to read to someone, and Robin can't always be there. It becomes his own pet project, he reads out little bits of books he likes, parts of articles he has enjoyed, poems, whatever, and starts his own little you tube that has like, five followers, and they're all people he knows.
And then suddenly, almost overnight, Steve finds himself with four thousand followers. A very large portion of them are very clearly Omega, from the comments, and Steve suddenly finds himself with a lot of fans who are using his videos for white noise. He's literally reading thousands of Omegas off to sleep.
Which is...nice. Steve likes it. The hits and followers on his videos seem to settle down after a couple of weeks, and then, after having so many comments about how settling Steve's voice is, how the Alpha is relaxing and safe. Steve thinks fuck it.
As a test, he makes a ten minute video directly for that audience. He builds a nest, films it POV. He films the view of someone walking through the bedroom door, of what they would see as they climb into the nest, then resting the camera on his own chest.
Then he starts talking. Tells the omega how perfect they are, how much he cares for them, wants to protect, keep safe. How soft they are as he pets them, how warm and cosy they are in their nest. How snuggles with the omega are Steve's favourite thing.
He deliberately keeps everything as vague and gender neutral as he can. The video fucking explodes. Goes viral. Millions of hits, thousands and thousands of followers. Robin and the kids think it's hilarious, and encourage him to keep going, claiming he's doing a public service.
Hundreds of copycats spring up, but no one pulls it off quite like Steve.
He knows there are Omega out there getting off to his videos, despite there being absolutely nothing sexual about them, but Steve figures, whatever makes people happy.
He gets so many positive comments, omega telling him how much comfort he brings them. He has some regular commenters that he gets to know, too, which is nice. Sometimes he even takes requests, small things, the colour of his shirt, the time of day he shoots his videos, certain words and phrases.
One supportive commenter always stands out though : EdDio86. Steve's pretty sure he's male omega, and he's always so grateful when Steve posts a new video. The guy clearly has a lot of trouble sleeping, and apparently Steve really helps. They have a little back and forth in the comments, learning little bits about one another. Steve likes this omega.
Steve also gets the impression the omega is sorely lacking any comfort in his life. Considering the length of his comments, the guy never asks for anything.
Until he does.
At the end of a comment, always ever so politely thanking Steve, EdDio86 admits he's 'in a bit of a pickle' and could Steve, please, do a video where 'the omega' is with pup? Could Steve tell the omega that the pup is fine, and healthy, and that the omega is doing good and the pup is okay and everything will be okay...but cool if not. Bit of a weird request, I know, sorry to be a bother.
And Steve suddenly doesn't give a shit about the consequences of just,,,dropping his personal email out into the world like that, because he wants to tell this guy these things personally.
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Sunscreen & Statistics (S.R.)
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Summary: Reader asks for Spencer’s help putting on sunscreen (and washing it off after).  Request: Spencer lecturing Reader on the statistics of wearing sunscreen, but his mind going blank when reader needs him to help put it on. A/N: This is my (first) entry to my Summer Sunshine Challenge! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Spencer POV, so much sexual tension, mutual pining, heavy petting, fingering, rough sex, unprotected penetrative sex, coworker relationship, so many statistics (showers, skin cancer, sunscreen, sex), schizophrenia mention, Reader wears a bikini Word Count: 5.6k
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It was a beautiful day—the kind that artists had attempted to capture through many mediums. The summer sun was relentless, stretching its rays across every inch of the region. Even the shade hardly seemed spared, with bits of bright light slipping between green rustling leaves.
This seemingly idyllic set of circumstances offered the BAU a wonderful excuse to stay behind on the sunnier coast. Everyone was quick to buy new bathing suits and Rossi had already begrudgingly extended an invitation for everyone to stay at his favorite luxury hotel (on his dime, of course, or none of us would’ve made it).
The celebrations were already in full swing, and everyone was blissfully happy. It was, after all, the perfect day to hang out by the pool. So, they did. Each and every one…
Except for me. I stayed inside.
I wasn’t trying to ruin the fun. I had my reasons. Some were more reasonable than others.
Others were scary and slightly embarrassing. They wore a smile so bright it would rival the sun and managed to make me turn red even quicker than the star could. The kind of reason that turned me to nothing but a blubbering mess of a man.
I should’ve known better than to try to avoid her, though. Because that reason, that very important and tempting enchantress of a reason, always seemed to find me at the most inopportune time.
“Are you still hiding in here?”
I nearly jumped through my skin at the sound.
“No!”
I turned to find her staring back with an entertained, albeit disbelieving stare.
“Sort of. Maybe,” I felt compelled to continue.
When she still didn’t believe me—for obvious reasons—I finally conceded, “Yes.”
To my joy and eternal shame, she laughed like it had been an intentional joke.
“Well, I got banished back inside because I forgot sunscreen, so I’m trying to figure out where JJ left her bag,” she sighed.
Thankfully, that had been something I could help with. Despite everyone’s enthusiasm when they’d tossed the bags into the center of the suite lobby, I had managed to determine who owned which brightly colored pattern.
From my seat in the center, I reached over to pull JJ’s bag from the fray.
As soon as (y/n) spotted the motion, she was quick to exclaim, “My hero!”
Immediately, I felt the blood rush to my face.
I suppose there were worse places it could have gone.
“How did you forget sunscreen?” I asked.
“I hate the way it feels, so I almost never wear it unless forced,” she shrugged. Then, she turned to me, pointing the bottle like a weapon as she explained, “Plus, it always feels like they’re trying to trick me with all the numbers. I don’t know what SPF is. They could just be lying to me.”
“Well, the good news is that even a weak sunscreen is helpful,” I tried to reassure her. “Regular daily use of at least 15 SPF can reduce your risk of squamous cell carcinoma and melanoma by up to 50%.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah. I can tell you more about this product specifically, if you want.”
When I held out my hand, she was quick to hand me the bottle. I was, in turn, very happy to have an excuse to look at something other than her before all the blood left my brain.
“Okay, so, this one is an interesting formula. It offers a decent coverage and—,” I started, but my voice died just as soon as I looked up.
Because there she was, pulling her top over her head to reveal the barely-there bikini beneath it.
I knew I only had a few seconds to shamelessly ogle her before she would find out, and I greedily accepted the sight of soft curves that all consisted of and led to her.
My eyes traversed her body the way I wished my hands could until I was left practically trembling.
The blood wasn’t in my face anymore. It wasn’t even anywhere near my brain. To the point I’d barely even noticed she’d already taken her pants off until her voice snapped me back to reality.
“And what?” she said.
“What?”
“… You stopped talking.”
“I did?”
She reached forward and grabbed the bottle from my hand. If she’d noticed the way I had been looking at her, she didn’t say anything about it. She just sort of… smiled.
“Are you alright, Doctor?” she asked.
“Yes,” I lied.
I might’ve been able to answer honestly if it hadn’t been for the way she dumped the contents of the bottle into her hand and began lathering it over her legs.
“A-Anyways,” I tried to continue. With a wavering voice and wandering eyes, I rambled, “to maximize protection you should really use about an ounce of sunscreen with an SPF of 30. Anything over 30 is, well, like you suggested, sort of a scam.”
All the while, there she was, smoothing over slick skin that smelled like summer.
“An ounce, huh?” she hummed as her hands traveled between pillowy thighs to coat skin the sun could rarely reach. “Feels like you could make it a drinking game with enough motivation.”
“Drinking alcohol actually dramatically increases your risk of sunburn, so you should definitely wear more sunscreen if you’re drinking,” I muttered absently while my eyes stayed firmly fixed between her thighs long after her hands had abandoned the area.
“Noted,” she said, the end of the word tinged with a little bit of amusement.
I looked up at her to try to understand what had excited her, or perhaps annoyed her.
Or at least, I tried to look at her face. My eyes made a few involuntarily stops along the way. Once they settled safely back on her smile, however, she was quick to get my blood pumping in a different way.
“So, will you help me?” she asked.
“With what?”
She scoffed, then laughed.
“… the sunscreen? Duh.”
Despite my best efforts to make any sense of the request, I was, once again, a hopeless, lovesick idiot.
“W-What?” I babbled, “You… You want me to put it on? You?”
“I can ask JJ if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“No!” I blurted out with both hands raised in opposition or surrender.
Didn’t seem to matter which.
I tried to explain it away, but my attempts to bolster my good character seemed even less convincing than the sudden outburst.
“N-No, no it’s fine. I-It’s… why would that make me… uncomfortable? I’m fine. I can do it.”
“Wow. Convincing,” she teased.
And that is what it was. There was no anger in her tone; not even a hint of resentment. She laughed, and I did, too.
“Okay, I admit that wasn’t very convincing. But seriously, I can do it. Promise.”
She spoke through her teeth when she muttered, “Whatever you say.”
When she tossed me the bottle back, we were both surprised to find that I’d caught it.
My hands, still shaky, were quick to close the gap between our bodies. The sunscreen felt nearly frigid compared to our skin, but she didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, she rewarded the sensation with a dreamy sigh and a slight arching of her back.
That motion, however small, felt like fire to an already ruined man. I tried to stay focused on more innocent areas. I worked my hands over knotted muscles in her shoulder and tried to free her of those burdens, too. With each swipe of my thumbs, she would let out the most delicious rumble that made me want to do it again.
Each time that I pulled away to add more, I came back a few inches lower until my fingers nearly slipped beneath the top of her bikini bottoms.
At that moment, with her arched lower back pressed against my palms and my fingers brushing against the little fabric between us, she shivered. Silently, I watched as the goosebumps covered her skin like a sheet.
Reaching forward to grab hold of the couch in front of her, she arched her back once more. The movement seemed intentional, closing a couple inches of the distance between us until there was almost nothing.
With more speed than I’d intended, I stepped back and nearly fell.
“O-Okay, I-I think that’s it!” I said with a squeak.
To my dismay, she stayed exactly where she was for a long moment. In fact, she deepened the stretch and fell forward with a sigh before she whined, “Shame.”
I tried to calm my fast beating heart while simultaneously trying to run from the thoughts that continued to chase me the longer she stayed bent over. My hands were still buzzing from the contact, and I felt almost lightheaded from the strength of the unrelenting erection still struggling against compression shorts underneath my pants.
(I had been right that I would need them if she was going to be there.)
And there she was, finally standing and stretching her arms over her head. They dropped back down and I couldn’t stop myself from admiring the effect of physics on her chest.
“It felt nice to be touched like that,” she sighed.
I couldn’t respond to that without making a complete fool of myself, so I tried to distance myself from the moment, instead.
“You’re actually supposed to wait 30 minutes after application to go into the sun, but, y-you can probably just sit in the shade and wait.”
“Did you already apply yours?”
“I’m not taking off my clothes so I could do it myself,” I explained.
I should’ve known better than to doubt her ability to get whatever she wanted—which, at the moment seemed to be my catastrophic defeat.
“Well, that’s not fair,” she whined, “I want to return the favor!”
“I-I mean… I’ll probably have to reapply it to my face soon, but I doubt you want to—.”
“Awe! Fun!” she cried before I could finish the thought, “Gimme!”
“Oh… um, okay.”
I handed her the bottle and whatever I still had of my heart. With expert fingers, she spread the chilly contents over my cheeks. We were both smiling, the expressions growing wider and more genuine as she started to play with pliable skin.
I involuntarily joined in on her laughter. Her hands and eyes were so warm, I couldn’t help but melt into a puddle in her palms.
The moment ended far too quickly. I missed her immediately, but she made sure that my smile didn’t fade.
“There. You’re only sort of pasty now,” she sighed contentedly before adding, “Mostly red, actually.”
“Gee, I wonder why,” I grumbled back. The sarcastic tilt to the sound wasn’t lost on her.
I realized in that awkward, somehow lonely quiet that I loved her more than I’d thought.
I almost wanted to tell her. I’d even opened my mouth, ready to spill the contents of my soul and hope for the best.
I never got a chance, though. Because before I’d uttered a single syllable, she jumped with her own realization.
“Oh, I forgot the most important part!”
“What?”
She turned away from me and dove her attention into the pile of bags without further explanation. I watched as she dug through clothing and whatever else she’d stuffed into her tote until she stood triumphantly with a closed fist.
“What?” I asked again.
She held up a single finger in reply.
I followed her instruction, waiting patiently as I watched her uncap a small tube of chapstick and use it to thoroughly coat her lips. Once again, I was left to shamelessly stare at a beautiful woman as she dutifully cared for herself in a way I’d wished I could.
Swallowing the lump in my throat that carried heartfelt confessions, I spoke again.
“What am I waiting for, exactly?” I teased.
Her eyes narrowed with what seemed to be a playful warning.
“Sunscreen application,” she explained flatly, “Duh.”
I paused. My head cocked to the side and my face twisted as I struggled to find any explanation for why she’d needed me for this part.
“Wha—?”
Then, just when I’d started to speak, it hit me all at once.
And by that, I mean she kissed me.
With both hands cupping already-reddened cheeks, she pulled me forward until I could taste flavored lip balm and her.
Her lips opened, sliding against mine with an undeniable affection that made my whole body tense. I tried to hold her, but it all happened so quickly that by the time I raised my hands to her arms, she was almost gone.
“There!” she said happily, “Now we’re ready.”
For what? I wanted to ask.
But before I could make myself speak, she was already gone.
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I spent the next several hours outside.
The rest of the team seemed both surprised and not surprised about my decision to join them. After all, everyone knew I didn’t particularly enjoy pools or any body of water, and, despite my Vegas origins, the sun and I didn’t quite get along.
But they also knew I liked her.
It had never been more obvious than it was that day, when I emerged from the safety of darkness with freshly kissed lips and an expression filled with utter confusion.
(Y/n) was quick to greet me in her usual manner. She said nothing about the kiss.
Part of me had even started to wonder if I’d hallucinated the whole thing. Maybe the doctors had all been wrong, and I was already waist-deep in psychosis that manifested purely through happy memories of her.
It would be an odd presentation, sure, but at the time it somehow felt more likely than her returning my affections. But as soon as I started to convince myself, she would flash me a glance that set my already overheated body on fire. Even as she peered up at me from the edge, I could still see her smile under the water.
She wore that same look in her eye she always did when we were alone. It was a slightly unnerving but mostly flattering feeling. It felt like being wanted by a beautiful woman.
I’m definitely losing it.
That was the only reasonable conclusion to reach. Because when she emerged from the pool, I could’ve sworn she paused before to make sure I was watching.
Of course, I was watching. I made sure that my flawless memory captured damn near every droplet as it caressed her curves. I stared, practically worshipped the sight of her lips parted with a relieved exhale that I could see leave her chest.
The blood was gone again. I was doomed.
“You’re still hiding, huh?”
I was too afraid to answer until she took the seat closest to me.
“No, not hiding, just… staying safe,” I explained through my typical awkward smile.
I pointed up to the umbrella above me, but she didn’t look. Her eyes stayed glued to me.
“It’s probably time for me to reapply, huh?” she laughed.
I liked the way it sounded, so, I laughed, too.
“Yeah, to be honest, you really should’ve done it a couple hours ago, but I didn’t want you to think I was… a wet blanket or a pervert.”
She snorted at the suggestion. Her eyes squinted, playful as always and carrying some meaning that evaded me.
“It’s very interesting that those were the two options that came to your mind,” she said.
I panicked.
“I don’t know, it’s weird, isn’t it? Me insisting you should let me touch you?” I rushed, “I’m not crazy, right? It’s… weird! It’s…!”
She sighed.
At first, I mistook the sound for annoyance. But when I looked into her eyes, I knew that wasn’t right.
Because she looked… like she had been caught in a dream. A melancholy fantasy of something she felt was just beyond her reach.
She was looking at me, I realized, exactly the same way I looked at her.
 “You’re not crazy, Spencer,” she said with a smile, “Just a little oblivious.”
My lips twitched as I fought a smirk that came through, anyway.
“I can accept that.”
She seemed pleased, as if I’d given the right answer.
“Well, the good news is I’m done with the sun for the day,” she announced.
Her eyes finally left me as she once again stretched her arms over her head and left me to ogle her like an idiot. Then, when I was thoroughly distracted, she glanced around like she was checking to see if anyone could hear her.
“They don’t seem to be calming down, so…” she said, much quieter now, “any statistics on what I should do with sunscreen when I’m finished with it?”
“No statistics, per se, but you definitely should wash it off. It can be pretty irritating for skin,” I answered matter-of-factly. “Not to mention the salts and chemicals from the pool.”
“I see,” she laughed.
Then, when she realized that I was, in fact, a hopeless, perverted fool with no blood in his brain, she made her intentions much clearer.
“Will you help me with that?”
Not clear enough for me, though.
“What?” I asked.
“With the sunscreen,” she answered simply.
“Uh—.”
Even that eloquent thought couldn’t make it through a parched, tightening throat. With each passing second and every syllable uttered, my voice got higher and even more unstable.
“I’m sorry, are you—what—w-what are you asking me?”
That’s when she took my hand, bursting with laughter as she dragged me from me seat with the most terrifying, alluring, and magical answer.
“Come on, pretty boy.”
I followed her without question but many concerns—the largest of which was the fear that she was actually leading me to my demise by humiliation.
Those worries grew tenfold when she yanked me over the threshold into her private room.
I stumbled forward and practically fell into her arms. But she was waiting for me, seemingly anticipating the clumsiness. Her hands were still soft, still soothing on boiling skin as she guided my lips to hers for the second time that day.
That time, I was prepared.
My hands covered her sun-kissed cheeks and pulled her even closer than she’d done to me before.
She tasted like salt and sugar from summer fresh fruit. I gave her every breath that I had, panting hopelessly against her lips each time that we broke apart.
Her hands were gentle when they found mine. I was reluctant to leave her until I realized that she was simply repositioning them to less innocent areas.
Still, I hesitated to go any further. I let my hands rest softly against her hips while I struggled to express my relief.
“Thank god,” I laughed, “I was sort of worried you were going to beat me up for staring at you all day.”
Her eyes locked onto mine with a hunger that seemed almost insatiable.
“No, I like it when you look at me like that,” she stated so simply it hurt. “In fact, I think I want to thank you.”
Before I could ask her how she intended to that, she made her intentions very clear by grabbing my dick through the fabric of my pants.
“So, tell me… any statistics on why we shouldn’t have sex in the shower?” she asked.
I don’t know how she’d expected me to think clearly. It actually seemed like she was purposefully trying to make it harder for me to form any words at all.
“It’s actually—,” I started just to stop when she started stroking the full length of me with devilish fingers.
“It’s actually really dangerous to try to have sex in the shower,” I tried again.
That time, she began applying a cascading pressure through playful fingertips. I spoke faster, trying to finish any thought before I truly lost my mind.
“There is a—fuck—a 44% chance of injury,” I forced out.
Her hand stopped. She cocked her head to the side with a brilliant smile and asked, “Is that right?”
I was almost relieved. Almost.
“Yeah, and…”
Then she started taking off my pants.
“A-and it can be quite uncomfortable for a woman without additional lubrication,” I said while shaking my head.
Even my subconscious knew I was speaking against my own self-interest, that I could’ve just accepted her question as rhetorical. I could’ve just shut up and go along with whatever she wanted because I would always be happy so long as she was happy.
She dropped down as she pulled my pants to the ground and revealed a second set of bottoms. I couldn’t be sure of it, but she seemed vindicated when she realized how hard my body was struggling against the compression shorts.
“The movies make it look so fun, don’t they?” she hummed as she stood back up. “I guess it is pretty dangerous. And inconvenient.”
“Yeah, but also, I sort of wish I hadn’t said any of that,” I responded immediately, “Let’s do it anyway.”
Thankfully, she found my eagerness charming and not pathetic (or perhaps those were the same to her). Her fingers sneaked past the band of the compression shorts, but she didn’t make the move to remove them yet.
Instead, she used her free hand to lead mine straight to the knot holding her bikini bottoms together.
My fingers twitched. She leaned closer, her cheek pressed against mine and her breath hot on my ear as she said the most beautiful words.
“We can shower after, then.”
“Thank you god,” I cried.
Practiced fingers untangled the knots within seconds, and I fought the urge to stare at her newly exposed skin by kissing her instead.
Her skin, still wet, was chilled enough from the cooler air that she barely reacted when I backed her against the ceramic countertop in the bathroom.
She leaned back, groaning with relief when I finally undid the knots of her top.
Again, I shamelessly admired the wonderful world of physics as it was displayed before me. With each breath, her chest lifted and came closer to my own.
Seemingly sharing the same thoughts, she reached forward and practically tugged my shirt off of me.
As soon as I could, I held her naked body as close to me as I could. My hands covered her lower back and drifted further down her hips, seeking every inch of cold skin that remained.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered. I couldn’t see most of her, but the memory from mere seconds ago was as vivid as it would ever be. “Words don’t exist that would ever do it justice.”
She pulled back, still toying with the tops of my shorts with that insatiable look in her eyes.
“I’d say take a picture, but I think your memory might rival a camera,” she giggled.
“I’ll never forget this,” I promised her, “I’ll never forget you.”
But there were so many other ways I’d yet to see her. So, after carefully loving each inch of her hips, I turned my attention to the burning heat between her thighs. 
At the same time my finger slid through slick folds, my lips found hers once more.
“I wanna make you feel good,” I slurred.
Her lips parted in a broken gasp as I tried to do just that. I inched eager fingers between tight muscles and didn’t even bother fighting the urge to moan into her mouth.
She swallowed that desire and returned her own with a growing enthusiasm. My fingers grew faster, sloppier in their gentle beckoning for her to fall apart.
“That’s it. Good girl,” I reassured her when her breathy moans became pitchy. “Oh, you deserve to feel so good, sweetheart.”
That spark in her eyes had turned into a wildfire further stoked by my praise. I leaned into it; I became more confident in my loving her. Her walls were tense and insistent, seeking something more than what my hand could give them.
I withdrew them despite her immediate protests. She recanted any complaint as soon as I moved drenched fingers to the small pearl at her center.
Her moans became shameless, and I accepted them as an imminent victory. She rocked her hips against my hand, riding it to find her elusive end.
All the while, her eyes were locked onto mine. She refused to look away, forced us both to acknowledge that I was the one who brought her here. To the edge of the abyss, to the ultimate euphoria.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I said through a smirk, “Come for me.”
She followed the direction with the utmost enthusiasm. She fell forward, favoring me to the cold countertop. I caught her but continued my relentless efforts to please her.
I kept going, kept cherishing her until she whimpered from my touch. Then I held her. I pet her damp hair and laid a gentle kiss atop the crown of her head.
“Good girl,” I assured her.
But I wasn’t finished yet.
“Now turn around.”
She perked up the second she’d heard the order. Although she’d barely caught her breath, she turned on shaky legs without question.
My hands found her hips just like they had before. Except this time, there were no bikini bottoms. There was only pillowy flesh and the strong muscles of her backside pressed firmly against my dick.
Barely moving away from her, I finally freed myself from the confines of compression shorts. I groaned with relief and noticed how the sound made her back arch further.
When I lined myself up at her entrance, she rewarded the action with a dreamy sigh.
It wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to see the look on her face, to hear the desperation in her voice before I gave her what I’d fantasized of from the moment I met her.
My hand knotted in her hair. I pulled her back from her comfortable position braced against the countertop. I held her up so that I could whisper in her ear the same as she’d done to me earlier.
“This is what you wanted, right?” I asked, as if her whimpers hadn’t been answer enough.
“Yes,” she moaned, “please.”
The sound of debauchery on her tongue sent shockwaves through me. My cock twitched involuntarily, bumping against satin skin now dripping with desire.
I barely resisted the urge to slam into her with full force. Instead, I stayed there, with just the tip of me inside of her as I groaned.
“Oh, I’d give you the whole world if you asked me like that.”
“This’ll do for now,” she giggled.
Her hips began to sway as she rocked on her toes. She chased even just a half inch more of me and rewarded me with beautiful sounds when I finally started to sink into her.
“That’s it…” I sighed.
Her confidence was quickly shaken, though, as my pursuit continued. Not even half of my dick was inside her when I felt her start to tremble.
“You can take it,” I assured her.
She responded by tightening her muscles even further, resisting the gentle stretch of her body as it accommodated my own.
“That’s my girl,” I groaned. The blinding heat of her demanded my full attention to the point that I was barely coherent as I slurred, “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.”
But all it took was one word to unravel my best efforts.
“Spencer,” she whimpered.
Any hesitance I had vanished without a trace. I thrust my hips forward to the hilt with so much force that she scrambled to stay on her feet. Manicured nails struggled to find a grip the ceramic before my next motion.
I took my time pulling back, and I watched her struggle with the fullness that was our bodies come together. I reveled in the sight of her heaving chest and clouded eyes.
That time, I didn’t fight the urge to slam into her. I even pulled her back as I did it, bringing our bodies together over and over again with a blissful type of violence.
With each thrust, I watched her reaction in the mirror. I made sure that my mind captured each second of her pleasure. Each time her jaw dropped open with whines and praise in the shape of my name.
“Please, Spencer,” she keened with a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the counter.
I hadn’t been sure what she was asking for, so I continued to love her the same as I always had.
But she only became more frustrated, sobbing with pleasure the next time my hips crashed into hers.
“Harder,” she cried out.
And I tried. I tried to follow her instruction, to grant her the release that could only be found in the fullest expression of years of repressed passion.
The problem wasn’t my unwillingness to give my everything to her. Rather, it was the siren’s call of resistant, relentlessly desperate muscles.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I ground through clenched jaw. 
Then, with a small and wavering voice, she insisted, “I can take it.”
Every atom of my being burned with a suffocating desire. It felt nearly feral; fully free to show her just how badly my body ached to be with her.
She began slamming back against me with a similar fervor and I almost made myself stop.
“Fuck, I’m so close, but I don’t want it to end,” I begged her.
But that beautiful, evasive, brilliant star of a woman just giggled. I could practically feel myself leaving bruises in the shape of my fingertips and she couldn’t have been happier.
Through the mirror, she looked at me and reminded me of the full, unrelenting power of the sun.
“Don’t worry,” she purred, “we can do it again later.”
That was all it took. With just a look, she practically brought me to my knees.
“Fuck!” I choked as I slammed into her with my full force. We both nearly collapsed against the counter, but I managed to pull her hips down harder against me just as I found my release.
The blissful heat of her grew to new heights as I filled her. Each wave of pleasure caused her to shiver with sheets of goosebumps.
I watched through half-lidded, lust-clouded vision as she accepted every inch and every drop of my desire with a euphoric smile.
“Sorry,” I said while trying to catch my breath. Even when I managed to capture some breath, it escaped me with a laugh as I explained, “I… I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”
“Don’t apologize,” she slurred.
I might’ve thought she was just being merciful if she hadn’t immediately followed, “That was fun.”
It was so obviously sincere, but I was so ridiculously stupid that I had to be sure, anyway.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she laughed.
The sound was even more beautiful when I could feel the vibrations from within. I groaned from the thought of how it might feel for her lips to be wrapped around my cock. It twitched inside her, and she responded with a small whimper.
My hips bucked one more time, forcing me to the hilt before I withdrew in one quick motion.
I stood there for a moment, holding her hips steady as I watched the evidence of what we’d just done drip down her thighs.
My stomach was filled with butterflies doing flips and there was no accounting for the blood that still hadn’t made its way back to my brain.
(Y/n) was patient as ever with a pitiful man.
“Come on, pretty boy,” she chuckled as she took my hand, “help me get clean.”
Despite my best efforts, there were significantly less attempts to get clean in the shower than I’d expected. It was only thanks to her self-preservation that we didn’t end up having sex in the shower, although we came pretty close.
I could never tire of kissing her, but I realized I could love her just as much with lather as I could with my lips. My worship shifted as I dutifully cared for her the way I’d always wished I could.
When it was over, I didn’t give up. I followed her into her bed and she made no attempt to stop me.
In fact, she moved closer to me until my arm could reach around her waist and her head rested on my chest.
“Any other statistics you want to share?” she mumbled, now sleepy from the sun and… other activities.
“Always,” I answered. “Like, did you know, I have now joined the 54% of people who have slept with a coworker?”
“Fascinating. Was it worth it?” she chuckled, having already known my answer.
“Yes,” I told her, anyway. But the way I always did when it came to sharing statistics, I couldn’t stop myself. “Although, there is a smaller subset of that group that’s even more interesting.”
She gasped, quickly pressing her fingers to my lips to stop me from ruining her moment.
“Let me guess—at least half of them fucked in the office,” she said.
And in that quiet, private moment, the only thing more beautiful than her hopeful smile was the fact she’d gotten it right.
“You are, without a doubt, the most attractive woman I’ve ever met in my life,” I confessed.
She gave her wholehearted admission that she felt the same in the best way she could.
With a cheeky smile and the utmost sincerity, she asked, “What are the odds of that?”
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nolita-fairytale · 9 months
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burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter three
summary: while you and luca seek inspiration outside of the kitchen, you finally share a piece of yourself with him.
warnings: fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.
word count: 2.2k
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part two | masterlist | part four
It’s been a month or so since Luca’s tasting menu for one, and he’s been nothing but a good thing in your life: a friend, a collaborator, a regular diner who gives fantastic feedback. You’ve become fast friends, and after what he did for you, how could you not? You find yourself spending days off with him at a more frequent pace as of late: enjoying cups of coffee, perusing bookstores, following Luca on bicycle as he shows you the city’s lesser known, yet spectacular bakeries. He gives you a heads up when he can’t make it into the restaurant, but most Saturdays, he continues to make his regular Saturday 7 pm date week after week. 
Some days you make him something off-menu – something you’re working on, something you’re recipe testing, a dish you’ve bounced ideas around with him over – and other days he’s eager to try whatever new thing you’ve just added to your menu, insisting for you not to go through the trouble of whipping up anything else. It’s a special relationship – something only food-people can understand – and you’re glad that Luca entered your life. 
“Hey, your boyfriend’s here,” Jesper says, interrupting your dinner prep as he grabs your attention. 
“My what?” you ask him, with no clue in the world what he’s talking about. 
“Luca,” he answers plainly, as you and Mathilde both exchange a look. 
“Shut up, Jesper,” you both snap in unison, shooting a glare his way. 
You exchange another look with Mathilde, almost as if to say: you good? She nods towards the front of house as if to say: yes, I’ve got this covered. 
“Yeah, give me a second and I’ll be right out,” you finally direct towards Jesper, as you put down your knife. You reach a stopping point, wiping your hands on your apron, as you leave behind the Mikkelson twins bickering about what Jesper’s previous comment. 
Something about ‘you baby her’ from Jesper and a ‘you’re going to scare her away and this is a good thing, you idiot’ from Mathilde in return. At least that’s what you’re able to make out from your basic Danish language skills (you’re working on it, you swear, and right now you know enough to get by in the kitchen and that’s enough)!
You spot Luca with a package tucked underneath his arm as he leans up against the front door, waiting for you. 
“Hi,” you greet him, choosing to ignore the fact that your heart skips a beat as soon as you see him. 
“Hey. I was on my way to the post office around the corner. Thought I’d stop in and say hello,” he replies with that ever-charming crooked smile of his. 
“No, yeah, I-. I’m glad you did,” you return, unable to hide the smile that spreads across your lips. 
You don’t want to make a big deal out of it, especially if this is somehow something you’ve made up entirely in your head, but it seems as if Luca’s found different ways – different excuses – to stop in more and more frequently as of late. 
“What’s in the box?” you ask him, curiously, gesturing to the package he holds underneath his arm. 
“Remember that American I was telling you about? The one who came to stage?” he asks, looking down for a moment. 
“Yeah.”
“His restaurant opening is this week. Wanted to send this off. As a gift.”
“That’s kind of you.”
He blushes, just for a moment. 
“Think we’ve lost touch with the art of a handwritten note. A novelty these days,” he says, with a quick raise of both eyebrows. 
“Absolutely. I mean… it worked on me,” you chuckle, immediately regretting what’s come out of your mouth. 
You’re not sure why you said it and what exactly it is that worked on you you’re referring to, but it’s too late to take it back. 
“Yeah, I’ve got him to thank, really,” he chuckles, almost shyly. Taking a bolder approach as he continues with, “For reminding me to walk the walk. For bringing me to you.”
You pause, your heart catching in your throat. In the event of fight, flight, and freeze, it really feels like you’re choosing ‘freeze’ whenever Luca’s been around.
“I bet you’re a really great teacher,” are the words that fall out of your mouth, immediately regretting them for how silly your response sounds. 
“So was he,” he parries back. 
“Sure,” you nod, still reeling from whatever the hell came out of your mouth a moment ago. 
Your disconcerting slip-of-the-tongue seems to leave an uncomfortable silence between the two of you, tip-toeing around each other, unsure of who should make the next move. 
“Anyways,” Luca clears his throat, collecting himself. “I ehm, gotta get going. Gotta get back to the restaurant here in a few. It was good seeing you today.”
“You too,” is all you reply, frozen and stuck in your own head. 
What the hell is wrong with you? You think to yourself as you watch him go. 
“Luca, wait,” you say, pushing through the front door to your restaurant as you chase after him. 
He turns back towards you, a kind of ‘did I leave something behind?’ look on his face. 
“I can’t stop thinking…” you trail off, taking a breath before you continue your sentence, leaving Luca unsure of what you’ll say next. 
“...about that dish you’re stuck on. And about what you said.. about finding inspiration. Being open to… you know, what’s out there.”
“Yeah?” he asks, smiling at the thought of you thinking of him. 
“Yeah I… I think I have an idea,” you declare boldly. 
And it may be a baby step, but it’s a baby step towards him, towards who knows what, towards whatever’s ahead of you. 
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You pitch the idea to Luca ��  to explore different mediums of art as a way of seeking out inspiration (and maybe it’s just another excuse to see him too) – and after a few weeks of busy schedules, covering at the restaurant for coworkers-on-holiday, and lining up days off, you and Luca finally make it happen. It’s been over a year now, since the restaurant opened – and almost two since you came to Copenhagen in pursuit of a dream.
“Wait a second. So you haven’t read Rene Redzepi’s A Work In Progress?” Luca asks incredulously looking for confirmation of the obscene tidbit of information you’ve just revealed to him. 
“No,” you admit, guiltily stealing a glance his way. 
“My god, it’s fascinating! I’ll have to lend you my copy,” he charges forward, solving the problem at hand without question. 
“I’d like that,” you smile, almost to yourself as you think about how much you like being around Luca. “And I’d love to hear about your time at noma – what working under him was like.”
“Uh… that’s maybe a different story for a different time,” he deflects with a chuckle, shooting you a look. “Perhaps after a few pints.”
“Heard,” you nod in understanding, turning to him as the two of you find a good place to post up in the park. You and Luca set your lawn chairs down in Kongens Have, or rather The King’s Garden, right behind a row of other lawn chairs set up that face the tent-covered stage. 
“It’s good to see you,” you finally say, really taking him in. 
“It’s good to see you too. Sorry it’s just working out now,” Luca apologizes emphatically. 
“No, it’s okay! We uh… we’re both busy. We both run restaurants. I mean-, I’m surprised we figured it out in time for the show,” you reply, easily letting him off the hook. 
“This is pretty cool,” he says, taking in your surroundings. “First time here?”
“Yeah I-, I didn’t make it when I first moved here… and then this time last year I had just opened the restaurant so… yeah first time. You?”
“Yeah, first time,” he echoes with a reassuring nod. 
“Really? I just thought-, well, I thought Copenhagen Jazz Fest was like a huge deal here,” you inquire. 
He shrugs, responding with, “I reckon you’re a big jazz fan then, eh?”
“Yeah,” you say.
“Have you always been into it or-?” he questions curiously. 
“Uh, no. I… my ex,” you hesitate, figuring you should tell Luca sooner rather than later. “... my ex-husband is a music historian so… I got really into it when we first started seeing each other. 
He balks, only for a moment, hoping you don’t notice the strong reaction that briefly flashes across his face. 
“You were married?” he asks, barely able to hide the surprise in his voice.
“Yeah,” you admit, nervously. 
He waits a beat. 
“Do you… want to talk about it?” he asks carefully, with an honesty and genuine curiosity in his voice. 
“I-I don’t mind. As long as you don’t-,” you stammer, only a little taken aback by the grace he’s shown you. 
“Please,” he encourages, listening carefully. “I like learning about you.”
You freeze for a moment, searching for where to begin, and more than anything, in awe of Luca. 
“We met right after I moved back home to Boston – right after I finished school,” you begin, watching him carefully for any kind of reaction. 
“And it was good. For a long time. But after a few years of being together, his mom got sick and uh… we both decided that we wanted to move to London so that he could help his sisters take care of her. It was just easier… if we got married… with immigration and stuff.”
“But you loved him?”
“Yes,” you answer. “I think… we knew we wanted to stay together… so we took the leap, unafraid of the fact that everything has its expiration date too. Ours just uh, came a little sooner than we expected.”
“What happened?” Luca asks. 
You chuckle dryly, racking your brain for the answer to a question you’ve asked yourself a million times. 
“Um… moving back home changed a lot, I think. And we met when we were so young that I don’t think by the time we were caring for a sick parent together, we realized we didn’t really even know who we were anymore,” you explain, putting words to a feeling that’s live in your heart for so long – long enough that you’ve barely shared them with anyone else. 
“And… I was living in a whole new country without any kind of familiarity. I was homesick, and all of it – it was just really hard on the both of us,” you think through as you speak. 
“I think it just made us realize that we had changed… and that maybe we weren’t the same people who fell in love all those years ago.”
“I’m sorry,” Luca apologizes, sending you an empathetic glance. 
“It’s okay,” you’re quick to reassure him. “It was tough. Don’t get me wrong. Like… really tough. But nothing… horribly wrong happened. Some people can grow together.” You pause, only for a moment. “We didn’t. We… weren’t those people, I guess. So we grew apart.”
Luca takes a few moments to process what you’ve just told him with a pensive look on his face – and you can’t blame him. 
He waits a beat, before returning his gaze to you, a respect for you in his eyes: for your honesty, for your story, for your resilience. 
“Are you still in love with him?” he finally asks. 
It’s a good question – an interesting one – and even more interesting that he asked in the first place. 
“There are parts of me that will always love him,” you share, the vulnerability coming more naturally to you as Luca makes you feel more and more comfortable. “He’ll always be a part of me and… I still keep in touch with his family, you know. They became… my family too.” You pause, knowing that you can say this next part with full conviction:
“But to answer your question, no. I'm not… I’m not in love with him anymore.”
Luca nods slowly, almost as if he’s waiting for you to change your mind – to take it back – to say something that convinces him otherwise. But you don’t, and he’s not sure he’ll be able to help himself from giving in to things he’s been feeling for you. 
“I hope you don’t mind that I asked,” Luca finally says. 
“No I-,” you begin. “I’m glad you did. It feels nice… having someone ask.”
He smiles, “Like I said. I like learning about you.”
And with that, the two of you settle into your lawn chairs as the performers make their way onto the stage. There’s a shift – within the crowd, between you and Luca – as the musicians take their places, ready to perform. With the first few notes, the tuning of a guitar, a few keys on the piano, you feel yourself relax a little, encompassed by the warmth of the Copenhagen summer night. 
It’s almost as if telling Luca, sharing this with him, has lifted a weight off of your shoulders – no longer hanging over your head as you go back and forth of when to tell him, and if you should tell him, and thoughts of ‘why the hell are you worrying about this it’s not like he wants to know’. 
Except he did and he does because he wants to know you. 
And tonight, because he asked, because he’s proven to be a great listener, and because he looks so damn good doing it, you might just let him.
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a/n: ok how the hell are we feeling now that we know a little more about reader, her past, and why she's been holding back?! i honestly wanted to write a character that felt fresh, and different from me/my make my heart surrender character SO yeah, this where we're at --second chances at love and a story about opening up again -- with more to come.
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hanniiisworld · 11 months
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POV: You were sent on a mission by Katheryne to investigate a strange cave and encountered Xiao… Little did you know, the scent of the cave was making Xiao lose control of himself over you.
BEFORE READING: Female reader, SMUT with plot.
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In the world of Teyvat, there are many interesting tales. This story takes place in Liyue. A traveler from afar encountered a Yaksha…
“Traveler, traveler! You need to wake up. Today is another beautiful day!” Paimon yelled.
“Paimon- Can you let me sleep a little longer? I did so much work yesterday.” You said.
“No can do. We have commissions, exploring, and meetings to attend with Zhongli.”
You pulled yourself up with all the energy left in you and stretched.
“Thank you. You’re a very deep sleeper, so Paimon had to shake you up and yell at you.” Paimon complained.
“I must have been exhausted yesterday."
“Yeah, you were fighting monsters left and right and you almost died!” She yelled.
"And what did you do yesterday?" You asked.
"Well, uh…” She paused.
“I watched over you! To ensure you’re safe. Paimon was ready to call Xiao’s name at any moment.”
“You didn’t call him until you saw me almost die from that ruined guard?”
“Well– Xiao is scary. I didn’t want to bother him unless it was a real emergency.”
You sighed.
You opened the closet to change out of my pajamas to your regular clothes.
After you were done, you walked into the streets of Liyue and went to The Adventurer's Guild to receive my commissions for the day.
“Hey, Katheryne!” Paimon waved.
“Traveller, Paimon! You made it in time.”
“Don’t tell me we have to fight monsters again today.” You groaned.
“I apologize for your last commission. Fortunately, this time it does not require violence, I hope.”
“You hope?” Paimon questioned.
Katheryne pulls out a map and lays it on the table. She points to a certain location.
“Some adventurers have requested that you check out this cave. It has been rumored that those who dare enter the Cave Of Nevermore never come out the same.”
“Yikes! That sounds scary. You’re making us risk our lives?” Paimon asked.
“Well, yes. But there is a high reward, one million mora.”
Paimon gasped.
“One million?! Am I hearing that right? Traveler, we could buy anything we want with that!” She excitedly stated.
“Yes, high rewards come with high risks. What do you say, traveler?" Katheryne smiled.
Paimon urged you to say yes with her puppy eyes.
“I’ll take it,” you said hesitantly.
Paimon claps.
"Yippee!"
“Good choice, traveler. I hope to see you next time.”
Katheryne handed you the map.
You grabbed the map from her hand and thanked her.
AT THE CAVE
“I guess this is the location she marked.” You said.
“Gahh... This looks so scary. What if there are creatures in there and they attack Paimon?”
“Calm down, I’m always here to protect you.” You pulled out my blade, preparing to fend off any man or creature.
You slowly entered the cave and noticed a familiar presence.
Tattoos and short hair were all you could see.
It emitted a large amount of smoke and dark energy.
“Is that…” Paimon stared in shock.
“Xiao…?” You finished.
He turns around, surprised as well.
“Traveler...What are you doing here?” He asked.
“We received a commission to investigate this cave.” You replied.
You could tell by his expression and appearance he was in pain.
“Are you okay, Xiao?”
“I’m fine. I’m an Adeptus after all, I can handle more than a mortal can.”
“Xiao… Your wounds… “ You glanced at those deep cuts.
“I carry first aid with me. Allow me to help.”
“No—” He interrupted “You can’t come near me.”
“Xiao, please! You don’t need to act so tough all the time.”
You walked towards Xiao as he backed away into a corner. You weren’t willing to let him suffer from those wounds.
"Gosh! Xiao is stubborn. It won't kill him to get treated like a regular person instead of enduring it forever.” Paimon pouted.
As you got closer, you detected an unusual scent from Xiao. You crouched down in front of him and opened your first aid kit. He still struggled to get away.
“Xiao, please, I’m only here to help,” You said.
You grabbed my bottle of rubbing alcohol and let a tiny portion sit on a cotton pad. You leaned closer to his face until your faces were inches apart. You gently rubbed the cotton pad on his delicate face.
“Ngh…” He whimpered.
“Sorry, I know it’s hurting.” You comforted him.
You lifted the cotton pad from his face and turned around, still on your knees, to get a band-aid.
Suddenly, you felt his body press directly against yours from behind. A soft, slender hand trailed across your body, and you lifted my chin to face him.
“I warned you not to come near.” He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered. His other hand traveled up your skirt and into your panty. Xiao circled your clit rapidly with his soft hands.
“Uh~ Xiao-” You moaned. Your body sweated intensely. Pre-cum was already all over your underwear as he stimulated your clit even more.
“Please forgive me for this.” Sounds of groans and whimpers escaped his lips when you came all over his fingers.
He brought his head down and bared his sharp fangs. His teeth hooked onto your underwear line and pulled it down smoothly. His breathing got heavier and heavier as he looked down at you with those love eyes. You wanted to move, but your body was frozen in place by shock. Soon, he unbuckled his belt and whipped out his already erect cock.
“My body has felt weird after coming into this cave. Please forgive me.” He mumbled.
You remember feeling strange between your legs when you first entered. The more you stayed, the stronger it became. Maybe it was the odd scent in the air that caused all of this.
“I need some relief too, so don’t hold back,” you said.
With those words, he slid his erect cock into your chamber. Your hole tightened around it instantly.
“It’s tight...” He sounded surprised, but he chuckled soon after. He thrusts it in once more.
“Ah~” You moaned as I struggled to keep my composure.
His pace quickened with time, and also getting rougher as he got closer to his high. After a few more rough thrusts, he finally released his seed inside of you. I came soon after. I was out of breath. You couldn’t stand it anymore. Your knees were sore from withstanding all of this pressure. Xiao noticed this too as you were heavily gasping for air. He put his two hands on your waist and flipped you over on your back, against the wall. He guided your legs to be on his shoulders.
“May I go further?” He asked, still heavily sweating.
“We’ve already crossed the line. Go ahead.” You ensured.
With that, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. He swirled his tongue in your mouth, almost wanting to dominate you completely. Your body relaxed at his touch and youI let my guard down fully for the first time since entering this cave.
As you two made out, his fingers proceeded to enter your wet pussy. The other one lifted up your shirt and cupped your breast. You gasped at the sudden entrance, but you let all your worries away. After all, you were in an Adeptus’s hands. He pulled his lips away from yours and smiled as his fingers continued to pound inside of you. Your mind was foggy as waves of pleasure washed over your entire body. You moan out his name, which only motivated him more. After countless thrusts from his fingers, he pulled it out only to reveal it frosted in cum.
He smirked. He brought the hand dripped with your cum to his mouth and licked it clean in front of you. You blushed at the gesture and giggled. Finally, the Adeptus propped you up and helped you put on your clothes. You looked around to scan your surroundings. Phew… Nothing and no one was there, not even Paimon. Wait, Paimon?! You thought to yourself and ran around, stopping at every corner of the cave to look for her. Xiao was frantically looking for Paimon as well.
“Traveler,” A high voice echoed through the walls. “I got some food!” Paimon laughed. Her arms were filled to the brim with bread, berries, and potatoes. You turned around, eyes filled with relief, and ran up to hug her. Your arms wrap around her tiny body so tight, it caused her to drop all the food to the ground.
“Was I gone that long?” She sighed, patting your head.
Xiao followed along and bent down to pick up the dropped belongings. He tried to avert his eyes somewhere else as he handed them to you. It seems like the effect inside the cave has worn off, for now. There was still a lot of awkward energy between the two of you after what had just happened.
“I think I figured out the mystery about this cave.” You chuckled, leaving Xiao a flustered mess.
“What?! Tell Paimon!” She exclaimed.
“There’s a certain scent in here vthat makes people act different. Some people endure it longer than others, while some only get the effect for a day or so.” You explained, giving a look to Xiao.
“And how’d you find that out?” Paimon looked at you suspiciously.
“I… Just did.” You laughed nervously.
Xiao disappeared at this point to not get any more embarrassed.
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starshinesama · 6 months
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✦ In such a lonely world, how I wished to see you again. ✦
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Your pleas were heard.
Authors note: this takes place after any regular sagau fic, (probably imposter au). Reader is Gender-Neutral but B/N is an implied she/her :]
༄ CW: loneliness, cultish themes, angst (with comfort)
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Part 1 | Part 3
- POV: after being so lonely in Tervat, - you meet someone from your world, - stranded, like you.
"...so let me get this straight. We got isekaid into Genshin impact. And all the playable characters think your a god, because of how much you played the game??"
"Yeah that's pretty much it"
...No way in hell. As if you'd actually say that! I mean seriously? You've already been through enough confusion, can't you have some peace and quite with your best friend, for one moment?
Alas, that moment would soon come to an end
. ⁺ . ✦ 
Zhongli soon caught up with you, he was already struggling to catch his breath due to his old peepaw body and it looked like he just about had a heart attack from the shock of seeing you suddenly tackling B/N down in a hug like that.
"Your grac- [Name].."
Zhongli's eyes widened with confusion as he looks at the two of you awkwardly standing over the unconscious guard.
_
You awkwardly glance over at B/N for support, and she probably would have noticed, that is if she wasn't busy Staring at the gorgeous Geo Archon, you could even see the stars sparkling in her eyes as the the tall Geo Archon stand before her (you could have sworn you almost saw her drool too)
"Who is this?" Zhongli interrupts, burning holes into your skull as you avert your eyes from his piercing gaze Well shi- "well uhm!"
Unfortunately before you could finish that statement you too were cut off
"Oh wow, just wow. sorry, I just can't help but get distracted- bcs damnn you are hot- i mean is it hot in here? are you hot? i mean you are hot-“
…woww that girl is thirsty
B/N paused before continuing her sentence
“Mr. Zhongli? if you would consider my offer.. please come home with me instead of serving [Name] 🥰✨” (B/N said all this with a straight face)
you look over at Zhongli to see him freeze in his tracks, absolutely gob smacked from the initial shock
“oh.. ah, thank you miss..” phew! good job B/N, she distracted him!
You give a thumbs up to B/N as you sigh in relief
Phew, well that was close-
"As I was saying"
Oh.
You sweat as you fumbled trying to explain
"OH, WELL! "Youseeactuallysouhtherearemorepeoplewhereicomefromandthisthisismybestftiendwe'veknowneachotherforseveralyearssouhihopeyouwelcomeherasyoudidme!!" ⊹
..you fucked that up didn't you.
You fidgeted nervously, awaiting the Archon's response
"Ah..I see, and this poor guard unconscious on the floor-?"
Zhongli paused before continuing whatever nagging he was gonna berate you with after noticing you fidgeting with your clothes
"..ok then, so I'm assuming that you two have a history together then, yes?" he picked his words carefully, not wanting to further upset the two friends infront of him (not that it seemed anything could possibly ruin B/N's day at this point )
Wow! He actually managed to decode your rambling! ‧₊˚
You breath out a sigh of relief as a smile slowly creeps up on your face
"Mhm! I guess it's time I properly intruduce you two huh?"
"Zhongli, this is my best friend B/N! she's er, from my world, and I'm guessing she got here the same way I did?" you glance at B/N questioningly,
but you know there are better times to talk about that.
"And B/N this is-" "i know."
Oh right, B/N was as much of a genshin addict as you were
you sigh smiling slightly at Zhongli's baffled expression ⌒ .
Was he..jealous?
Whatever expression he was making quickly dissipated though as soon as you brought up that B/N might be another "god" like you.
Wait, another voice "playing" with them? Oh, right he remembers now, how could he forget?
"Ah, I see, welcome then, B/N" Zhongli greeted her, smiling ever so slightly, though this was enough to gain an admiring sigh from B/N
_
"Well..I kind of just.. fell from the sky?"
You were trying to get an explanation of how B/N got here in a curious attempt to try and find out if you can even go home, but so far it seemed like it was still hopeless
You sigh under your breath, leaving B/N concerned
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"No no, it's nothing, I just"
Oh who were you kidding, your scrambled emotions right now were way more than just "nothing"
Tears threatened to escape your eyes again and they were starting to prickle your eyes
"Oh.. are you ok-?"
B/N Sighed
"C'mon [Name], cheer up!! We'll definitely find a way to go back... so forget your worries and let's take full advantage and enjoy this Real Life! genshin experience"
B/N Smiled excitedly at you, beaming with excitement, patting your shoulder.
B/N offers you a hug that you gladly accept with open arms
Your tears soon stop trying to escape your eyes, as you think.. "I'm so glad..I'm not alone anymore" that brought a smile to your face. ₊ ˚ ⁺ ◌ ‧
"Anyways Zhongli is so much hotter in person like Damn!"
Oh right this was still B/N
A chuckle escapes your lips as you decide to join in and have your first "Genshin talk" in a while
"Ikr?! And omg lumine is so much prettier and buffer in person"
_˚ . ✦ ⁺ . ◌ ˚ 
It was the first time in awhile you had a chat with someone from your world, or even a casual chat like this in general, You missed being able to just have a genuine laugh with someone you could relate with, God you missed all of your appliances, and your pets.. you missed them so much but you didn't have any idea if they were ok,
You're sure B/N would have taken care of them while you were gone, but now that she was here too you just hoped someone else took good care of them, wich brought up the question in your mind.. one that you've been desperately trying to avoid, how different is the time in tervat, and earth?
"So B/N.." You gulp down a lump of saliva that was piling up in your throat as you brace yourself for the answer
"how long has it been? Since I got here, I mean"
"Oh.. it's been, hmm, I'd say a day?"
you nearly jump out of your seat and B/N nearly jumps out of her skin herself from your sudden response
"Woah?! Uhm, Is it that bad? You just disappeared today and you weren't replying to my texts so I came over to check but you weren't there.."
You stand still for a moment unmoving, scaring the poor girl even more before suddenly exclaiming
"It's been.. nearly a month. but woahh!! So those analysis's of the ratio of Tervats time contrast to earths time were right!!.. huh.." you pause as you let B/N sit you back down onto the large rocks, that the two of you turned into benches
"Woah.. a whole month?! But Uhm, Earth to [Name]?? Are you good? Gosh you almost scared the life out of me!"
"Not that you had a life to begin with"
You joked as B/N stumbled back pretending to be exaggeratedly offended
"Har har. Your one to talk"
...Well to be fair it was kinda true.
The two of you stayed silent, trying to stifle back giggles, unsuccessfully.
Eventually you snort, and that was enough for fits of laughter to erupt from you, causing a chain reaction of B/N wheezing on the ground and hitting the dirt beneath her so hard that a nearby Dendro slime popped up from the ground, startled and confused
"HOLY SH*T!!" "AAAAAAAA-"
You scream in terror from the shock of the dendro slime suddenly popping out of the ground as B/N kicks the poor slime away from her as a reflex
"fu- oops.. uh, sorry little slime" The dendro slime unfortunately does not take her apology and retreats back into the ground with (what you assume to be) tears in its eyes, poor slime :(
You look over at B/N, baffled, She stays on the ground, defeated.
you sigh as you attempt to coax the dendro slime back by patting the dirt next to it gently
"Pspspspspspspspsps dendro slime?" Somehow this does not work. suddenly an idea pops into your head, like a tiny light bulb was switched on inside your head! ☆
sigh, c'mon B/N, lets just go B/N just looks up at you confused until you whisper your plan to her, to wich she nods in agreement and gets up, pretending to leave too
"Aw man! I was really looking forward to petting that dendro slime.." the dendro slime's Leaves(?) perk up
"Mhm.. same" the two of you swiftly turn your backs on the dendro slime, giggling as you wait patiently.
You hear the swaying of leaves and the dirt below you getting pushed out of the way and-!
"OWW-!!" in a blink of an eye the dendro slime body slams into B/N's shoulder, catching her off guard You burst out laughing but not for long as the dendro slime body slams into you as well knocking you to the ground
This time it's B/N turn to giggle as you look at the grumpy slime on your stomach, your stunned but realize it's asking for pets (now that it was able to get its revenge) and you happily Oblige ⌒.
Petting the dendro Slime calms you..
You close your eyes having a moment of peace.. untill
"Ouch!" Your finger snags on a sharp rock that was on the dendro slime
You look down at your hand and see golden ichor clotting at the tip of your finger, your breath starts to pick up but you calm down
"Oops, oh well.. atleast we can heal this scratch you have now" You rub some of the golden blood leaking onto the dendro slimes damage from B/N's kick, and as the area your blood touches glows, all the slime's wounds heal like they were never there
The slime gives you a happy smile and bumps against your forehead happily before hopping back off into the wild
You sit in silence for a moment, you haven't had to see that glistening liquid for days, but the dendro slime's peaceful vibes still stick with you as you sigh, sitting up
"..wha..What just happened?!" Oh crap you almost forgot B/N was standing behind you
"O-OH, uhm.. im not really sure how to explain this-" Your about to explain before you hear a familiar voice behind you
"Your grace!~" of course you always have to be interrupted don't you.
you can never catch a break can you? ✿
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Hi again! Sorry this chapter took awhile to get out, its a little long because i wanted a special guest to help me write some of the lines, it got delayed because she was busy with school but its finally heree! thanks again to my irl best friend! <3
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pablitogavii · 11 months
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Doctora
Summary: You start your internship in sports medicine at FC Barcelona, meeting an interesting footballer who quickly develops a crush on you.
Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader
Warnings: there will be angst/smut/fluff
possibly a short series if you guys like it :)
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We just came back from the short break, and my groin somewhat healed but I kept feeling numbness in my upper thigh that I didn't mention to anyone. I hoped it would just go away and besides everyone who knows me knows that I HATE doctors!
I would rather push through pain for days than go see a doctor. It was since I was a kid and they couldn't find my vein during regular check up at La Masia that I developed real fear of needles or any hospital related 'stuffs'.
It was during training when I was trying to lift weights with my legs that I kept wincing so much so that Xavi pulled me to the side to ask if everything was alright.
"Soy bien, no te preocupes" I lied but man was suspicious saying I should do a check up with one of team doctors before the next game. It was my very own nightmare!
"But sir, it's really nothing..I'm probably sore" I said realizing just how illogical that was considering this was a first training since we got back from a break.
"He's scared sir! Pablito is scared of doctors!!" Ansu joked around as others joined him making me do my best to hide the embarrassment for being afraid of something so silly. I was Pablo Gavi after all!
"I'm not scared cabrón. I just hate being poked!" I said proudly pretending like I currently had no worry in my mind (which was far from truth).
"Scared or not, you have to see the doctor after training Gavi" Xavi ordered and I could do nothing but nod rolling my eyes at the guys who were smirking at me.
This is just my luck!
Your POV
It's been such a long morning already with lots of paperwork and barely any time for a proper meal or a cup of good 'wake me up' coffee.
I was interning with the medical staff as the young college student so of course they gave me all the grunt work but I didn't mind feeling grateful for the opportunity.
"Hola..um..I'm sorry, I need someone to get my blood drawn?" Gavi walked in and I felt myself staring at him before focusing on his question instead trying to forget that I found him extremely attractive!
"I can do that. Take a seat please" I said and he does but furrows his eyebrows in process.
"Aren't you like my age? Can you really poke people??" he said and I chuckled at his choice of words while prepping the syringe and the needle.
"Well, I got my EMT certification done early and now I go to school while working here and yeah poking people is kinda my specialty. Do you have an arm preference?"I said walking up to him immediately noticing that he was the 'nervous patient' which was kind of adorable knowing how confident he is on and off the pitch from seeing him around the camp.
"Well..um..I don't know" he said and that's when an idea popped in my head seeing that he had his eyes shut waiting for me to do something.
I slowly pulled up one of his sleeves putting on a tourniquet and wetting the gauze with some rubbing alcohol. That's when I start excercising my plan.
"You know I watched you play in the last game and I thought to myself 'damn! that boy is fine!'" I smirk seeing that he was starting to relax as his confidence returned the moment I said that. Pablo Gavi loved to be complimented, that's for sure ;)
"Is that right nena??" he said as I cleaned his skin but he barely paid any attention to my actions waiting to hear me say something back.
"Mhm..I mean you in that sweaty home kit..and your hair falling on your forehead..it did things to me" I said opening the syringe and slowly tapping his veins.
"I bet I can do better things to you.." Pablo said and I felt my panties getting wet knowing that my words were god honest truth and then I finally poked his vein pulling enough blood to run all the necessary tests.
"Alright! We are all done!" my words took him by surprise as he opened his eyes shocked that he didn't even notice me poke his skin as he was too busy imagining the things he wanted to do probably..not that I minded ;)
"Wait..so was this all to distract me?" he said and I smirked tossing away the waste before getting back to my desk.
"I will see you next week when the results come Gavi" my smirk only grew when he got up and walked over placing his fingers underneath my chin making me look up before suddenly crashing his lips onto mine leaving me in utter shock.
"I'll see you around nena" he winked before leaving. Damn it! Getting involved with a player!?
That's just my luck!
Guys please comment if you want this to become a series because I really like the plot :)
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wosowrites · 1 year
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The Girl in the Bleachers (Mapi Leon x Reader)
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Warnings: none
a/n: also i know the national anthem isn’t sung at club games but for the sake of this story, it is. couldn’t fine the request again oops. This spun a little bit out of the storyline but it works. Also, there won’t be a part two for this, some stories just need a less formed ending.
prompt: in which the readers little sister is Mapi’s mascot for a barcelona game and when the little girl runs back to her older sister, the older sibling catches Mapi’s eye.
Jasmine was only 6, but she was the biggest Barcelona fan there was. Well, maybe after her older sister y/n. You were obsessed with both the men’s and women’s team, but being gay… it always came back to the women’s team. You were 24, and the reason between yours and Jasmines age gap was complicated. Your mother had had you at 16, and never married, and when she was 30, she wanted more kids, but found out she couldn’t. So when you were 18, she suddenly announced her and your step dad were adopting a little girl. At first, you weren’t too happy. But then you saw the baby girl, and you fell in love with her. You got her her first Barca jersey for her 6 month birthday. It was stupid things like half birthdays you did with Jazzy.
In all honesty, you could have gone pro. Bur because of a series of ACL tears and knee injuries, it just never worked out. You were now a tattoo artist, one of the most famous ones in Spain. You had tattooed multiple football players, including Lewandowski, Messi, Benzema and Vinni. It was a surprise to you that you never got to meet any of the Barcelona girls through your work, but it didn’t bother you.
When the news came that your little sister would be the mascot for the upcoming Valencia v Barcelona game, you we’re more excited than Jazzy.
On the day of the game, you dressed yourself and your sister and headed to the stadium. You had to be a bit early so that the people organizing the mascots could tell them what to do. You sat in the stands with other people ( mostly parents ) until finally, it was time. Players came onto the field, warmed up, did their thing. And then it was the walkout.
You could have passed out when you saw your sister line up with Mapi, holding her hand.
Okay so you had a little crush on Mapi? So what.
You stood up for the national anthem, waving at your sister who waved back.
Mapi’s POV
I watched my mascot wave towards the stands. I followed her eyesight and my eyes landed on a girl. She looked as though she was in her early twenties. She was wearing a barca jersey, and her smile was… well it was perfect. When the national anthem was over, I decided to walk her back to the girl. "Hey, i’ll bring you back to her?" I said, putting her hand on the girls head gently. She nodded quickly. "My sister loves you. She talks about you all the time. She screams so loud when you score. Or when you do anything actually. If she could she would have applied to be a mascot." The girl said to me. I let out a loud laugh. "Is that so?" I said. "Yeah." She said as she grabbed my hand. "What’s your name?" I asked. "Jazzy. That’s y/n."
Regular POV
Mapi and Jasmine were now standing at the stands and Jazzy had ran to you. You quickly lifted her over the railing. "I told Mapi how much you love her!" Jazzy exclaimed, making you turn bright red and look towards Mapi. "She’s- I’m sorry she’s a bit-" You started saying. But you didn’t know what to say because your little sister was right. You did love the defender. She was your favorite player. "Nah it’s all good. I’ll come back after the game?" She asked. "Yes. Yeah for sure."
You and Jazzy watched the game, Barca won 6-0, an easy dub. And as promised, Mapi comes back to you and Jazzy. "How’d you like the game?" Mapi asked, leaning on the railing. She was talking to you but Jazzy went on a rant about it. "Wow. You know your football knowledge." Mapi laughed. "It’s cause she doesn’t know how to shut up!" Jazzy said. "Jazzy! We don’t say that!" You scolded her. "You said it to Tatiana on the phone last week." Jazzy said.
Your face dropped and your eyes closed for a split second. Tatiana was your ex girlfriend. Things hadn’t finished well. "I’m sorry." You said to Mapi. "No. Really, it’s all good. She’s cute." Mapi smiled. "Hey give me your sharpie." Mapi said. You scrunched your eyebrows but did. Mapi took the flag Jazzy was holding and in the corner wrote a series of numbers.
Your face broke into a wide smile. "Is that your phone number?" You whispered to her. "It can be if you want it too." With that, she winked at you and walked off.
Two days later.
You had probably spent 38 out of the 48 hours since Mapi had given you her phone number, staring at it. You didn’t have the guts too call. You were half expecting to call the number and it being a prank dial.
But you took your courage. You were done sitting around. You picked up your phone and dialled the number. It rung twice before a voice on the end spoke. "Hola!"
"Hola, Mapi!" You said. "It’s y/n!"
You were always embarrassed about how little spanish you spoke. It was your mothers fault really, she tried to distance herself from everything to do with her family when they abandoned her for her teenage pregnancy, and that included their language.
"I’ve been waiting for you to call. Thought you had found someone better." Mapi said. "Ha! Someone better? Be serious." You laughed into the phone. "I want to see you. When can I?" Mapi said. "I can’t today. I’m on my way to work soon. Don’t you have training today?" You asked her as you put the phone on speaker and started getting dressed. "I do not. Free day." Mapi said. "What do you do for work?" Mapi asked. You pulled on a black tee shirt and rolled up the sleeves. "Um… I’m a tattoo artist. Nothing as cool as your job but I have my own studio and it’s good." You told her.
"You’re joking!" Mapi said. "I know it’s not-"
"No! No! It’s amazing. I love tattoos. That’s so cool." Mapi said, not wanting you to think she thought less of you. "Wait. No… you’re not y/n y/l/n? Are you? Like the famous tattoo artist that all the football players rave about." Mapi said, slightly fan girling. "Uhm… I’m not famous." You said, pulling on black jeans. "Holy crap! I’ve always wanted to get tattooed by you but I didn’t want to betray my tattoo artist." Mapi said. "I get what you mean. The bond you have with your tattoo artist is sacred." You only half joked.
Mapi smiled at the phone. "Hey. How many customers do you have today?" Mapi asked you. "I’m finishing a sleeve, It’ll take me about two hours, but after that I’m all free." You told her, putting on socks and lacing up beige jordan’s. "Can I come over? I don’t want to invite myself but-"
"Yes. Yes come to the studio. Please." You said, sounding a bit more desperate than you intended. "Okay then. At what time?" The blonde defender said. "1:00? The studio opens at 10:00 and my customer should be gone by 12:30. And then I’m all yours. I’ll give you the exclusive tour. And then lunch?" You pitched your idea to Mapi who was now smiling uncontrollably at her phone. "Okay. Great."
"I’ll see you soon, Mapi."
You sat at your chair, finishing up your customers sleeve. He had somehow fallen asleep. You added the last of the shading and then put the tool down. You gently shook the man awake and smiled at him. "You’re all done, Leo." You told him. He slowly looked at his arm. "Holy shit. I love it. You’re amazing oh my god." He ranted. You smiled at him, blushing from the attention. "Want a picture?" You asked him.
He nodded and you took one with his phone and one with your own, posting it to your instagram.
Only ten minutes after he left, Mapi walked into the studio. You were cleaning your tools and your back was turned to the door so you jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your back.
You turned around quickly. "Oh my god. Mapi you scared me." You laughed, hugging her gently. "Lo siento. I didn’t mean too." She told you, pulling away from the hug and smiling at you, your faces close. "So… I know I didn’t outwardly ask you, which is my bad, but this is a date right. Not just a friendly hangout?" Mapi said, fidgeting with her fingers.
"I got that, yeah." You laughed.
Mapi smiled at you and sat down in the customer chair. "I want you too tattoo me." She said.
Your eyes widened significantly, yeah, it would be the same as tattooing another customer but this was Mapi León. "What?" You said, a little loudly.
"I’ve always wanted a tattoo from you. And what better first date?" Mapi said. "It’s original, I’ll give you that." You smiled at her.
You took a while to think. "Okay. What do you want?"
"I’ve been wanting this one for a while." Mapi said, pulling out a picture of a sketch from her phone. "I like it. Let’s do it." You said.
You got out your tools and your ink and then made a sketch on paper. Mapi watched you as you drew down what she had just shown you. "You saw the picture once and then drew it to perfection?" Mapi said. "Hey, I’m the best for a reason." You said to her. You then used a trick to apply the sketch to her arm. "You like it?" You asked her.
Mapi got up and looked in the mirror. "I love it. Tat me up, mi amor." Mapi said to you.
Your heart skipped a beat and you didn’t even attempt to hide your smile.
You didn’t feel Mapi’s eyes leave you once during the half hour it took you to do her tattoo. When you were finally done, she didn’t even look at it, just at you. "I love it." She said. "Say that too the tattoo." You joked.
Soon after, you applied care to the tattoo and then decided on where to go to lunch. You chose a tapas place that was close to the studio which you liked a lot. "Wait. I need to pay for the tattoo." Mapi said, pulling out her card. "No! Think of it as me paying for our first date." You said quickly, placing your hand on her arm. "Are you sure?" Mapi asked you. "What? Is my boss gonna get mad at me? I own this place." You laughed.
"Fine. But i’m paying for lunch." Mapi said to you. You held eye contact with her, not wanting to let her pay. "Fine. You pay." You said.
"Daniel? Can you close?" You asked your employee. "Si. Buenas tardes." He said, smiling at you.
Mapi opened the door for you and you thanked her, walking out. "You don’t speak a lot of spanish, do you?" Mapi said to you. "Yeah… my mother had me when she was 16 and her family… they were very traditional and they kicked her out. I guess she just tried to forget everything about her old life and she just never taught me spanish. I hate that I barely know any." You told her.
Mapi stayed silent for a bit and then you felt a hand in yours. You looked down at your linked hands and then up at her. "I’ll teach you spanish." She said to you. You smiled at her. "Okay. I’d like that."
The sidewalk wasn’t busy, most people were at work or at school. Mapi stopped walking, holding you back and making you look at her with confusion. "The tapas place is just down the road," you said, pointing to the end of the street.
The next thing you knew, Mapi’s hand was cupping your cheek and pushing it gently too make you look at her. You looked into her eyes, they were perfect. They were everything. And then she was pressing her forehead against yours, and you were inching your lips in her direction, craving contact.
Mapi gave it to you, pulling you in by your waist and pressing your lips together. You opened your lips a bit, giving her access. But then you remembered you were in public and as much as you wanted to never stop kissing Mapi, that wasn’t an option.
"Tapas." You breathed out as you pulled away from her. "Yeah. Tapas."
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vex91 · 3 months
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Ahn Yujin - Fading future
Pairing: Ahn Yujin x Female Reader (Non Idol AU)
Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE
Summary: Inside her Café Yujin confined in her regular customer about her past lover.
A/N: Took too much of my angst pills guys...
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The smell of coffee immediately enveloped you as you entered the Café. You looked around before your eyes landed on the owner, Ahn Yujin. You managed to somehow befriend the older girl as you often came over to her Café during mornings.
As you walked in fully you noticed how she already had a fresh slice of cake and your favorite coffee prepared on the counter. It's what you order everyday when you come there "Good morning Yujin" You caught her attention from where she was talking with another client. She smiled brightly at your sight before coming over "Good morning, your order is already ready" She pushed the food a little closer to where you were sitting before leaning on the counter.
She looked really attractive, you had to admit that. One of the reasons why most of her customers were women who had a very obvious crush on her but what always puzzled you was how she never seemed interested in any of them. From what you heard she was single for a few years now and never been interested in anyone after that.
"Yujin? Can I ask you something?" Yujin looked at you and smiled, nodding "Aren't you interested in anyone right now? I mean, you have lots of people interested in you" You gestured to a table full of girls who started giggling when Yujin looked their way. She sighed before taking a seat in front of you "Well I'm just not interested in anyone other than my... last girlfriend" She said giving you her most famous smile but in her eyes you could see sadness.
"What happened if you don't mind me asking? You don't need to answer if you don't want to" You asked nervously, scared that this might push the older girl away but relief washed over you when she only laughed patted your hand. For a second you felt a spark when your hands met and it made your heart skip a beat. Yujin brushed her hair a little before speaking "It's alright Y/N. She got... into a car accident on her way to work and unfortunately I've lost her" She whispered the last part as tears welled in her eyes.
It hurt to see her like this. You could feel the pain she kept inside her as memories flashed in her mind.
"I'm so sorry Yujin" You moved a little closer to hold her hand, rubbing it a little to comfort her and in that moment when your eyes met, you felt like you missed something. A familiar feeling made your head spin a little but before you could question it Yujin spoke again "Y-You should probably go to that meeting with Gaeul. You are supposed to talk about your wedding plans right?" You nodded your head frantically when you noticed the time "Y-Yeah, I'll see you later" You took all your things and left the Café confused about what you were feeling as Yujin watched you with a sad smile.
She took out an engagement ring from her pocket and sighed sadly. She could see the future she imagined with you for years fading just like your figure as you were about to make a new future with someone else.
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Can I Be Him?
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PAIRINGS : Lee Felix × fem!reader.
WORD COUNT : 7.9k.
GENRE : Angst, Smut, Fluff.
WARNINGS/CONTENT : multiple pov (reader+felix+author/narrator), reader has a toxic bf and felix wants her, strangers to friends to lovers, nightclub meet cute lmao, drinking, protective!felix, (un)requited love, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending.
A/N : This was supposed to be a quick smut drabble, but I can't live without adding some angst apparently. The more you know.
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"Please, angel. You don't know how long I've been wanting this. I want to do this right. I want to worship you like you deserve."
If you could, you might melt into a puddle right then and there, but his dick is just a few centimeters away from your fingertips, and your mind is just a little unhinged.
You click your tongue impatiently, "You know damn well what happened the last time you tried to do this right. You wouldn't want history to repeat, would you?" His fly is undone in a flash.
"Tick tock, baby."
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Smut warnings under the cut
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SMUT WARNINGS : Lots of kissing, nicknames (baby, angel), switch!felix, switch!reader, Felix as a service top halfway through, begging (willingly, not forced lol), marking (once), voice kink(? Idk the reader gets horny over his deep voice), oral (m.+f. recieving), slight voyeurism (alleyway blowjob), deepthroating, body worship, nipple play, praise kink, spitting, dirty talk, unprotected intercourse (do better), squirting, creampie, fucking that turns to lovemaking, revelations about sexual preferences
"He left again?"
Wrapping your shivering arms around yourself in a failed attempt to bring some warmth, you smile "It's okay."
How the fuck could you smile at that?
"It's okay? Nothing is okay here. You're trembling on the street alone in the middle of the night, and it's okay?"
"It's really fine, Lixie, he had something important to take care of."
"And what could be more important than taking his girlfriend home? He couldn't offer you a ride on his way? Or at least get you in a fucking cab?"
You smile at how riled up Felix was getting, he always was the overprotective type, one of the kindest souls you'd met. That was the only reason he was so worried about you. That was why he looked about fit to burst right now. Yeah, he's just kind.
Who you were convincing, you weren't sure.
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You had met him about ten months ago, in this very bar, when you'd come in for the first time. He'd been a regular and you'd clicked in an instant. You remember the night distinctly.
Stepping into 'Enigma', you repeated your plan in your head over and over,
I just need to get it out. I'm gonna find some cute guy, flirt with him, fuck him, and be on my merry way.
Only, you hadn't ever done this before. Only, it was your first time being alone in a nightclub. Only, you didn't know how to flirt- all your sexual experiences being with past lovers.
Oh god, this was such a bad idea.
If I just turn around a little bit, just a little, at a distance of like two steps, I can be out and into the confines of my home and wallow in-
No. Stop doing this. Calm the fuck down.
Making your way to the bar before your brain could talk you out of it, you order a Cosmo. You'd rather have your wits about you if you were going to fuck a stranger.
Fuck, am I actually doing this?
You swirl in your bar stool, looking around, and within seconds, lock eyes with a handsome stranger leaning against the wall right on the opposite side of the nightclub.
Oh, I'm doing this, alright.
You offer what you think is a flirtatious smile, and the man smiles so brightly at you, you get whiplash.
Heck yeah, I'm definitely doing this.
The bartender calls over to you to let you know that your drink is ready, promptly ending the little staring contest you'd unknowingly been participating in.
You turn back and accept your drink.
When you look over your shoulder again, the stranger is gone. Looking around, you don't see him again.
I'm not gonna get it today, am I?
Just as you were about to actually physically whine, you feel a light tap on your shoulder.
"Is this seat taken?"
Hah! I'm getting it.
You shake your head a little too eagerly, hoping it doesn't show. If he notices your enthusiasm, he doesn't say anything. Sliding into the stool next to you, he turns to face you,
"I'm Felix."
Now that you have gotten over your little mental victory dance, you hear him, like really hear him.
"What the-"
"That's an interesting name." He chuckles, not at all bothered by your bluntless.
"Sorry, it's just, your- your voice... " You fumble about, not really knowing what to say.
"Is..?" He cocks up an eyebrow.
Oh, he was enjoying this a little too much.
"Really-" You almost said 'turning me on.' It was. It really was. It was so thick, deep and velvety. Like the deepest of hot dark chocolates melting and trickling down the wine glass. Just a lick of your wine tinted lips, and you could get a heavenly mouthful.
Snapping out of the reverie of thirsty thoughts you'd found yourself in, you are suddenly aware that you never completed your earlier thought. He doesn't seem to mind, looking patiently at you with an amused expression, sipping on his whiskey he'd apparently ordered in the time you were thirsting over his voice.
"- uh, really deep." You settle. Your add your name at the last minute. God, he only just came here and your brain was already short circuiting.
"Nice to meet you." He flashes that million watt smile at you again and you fucking melt.
It doesn't make sense, how a criminally handsome man, with voice as deep as a void, had the cutest fucking toothy smile.
Are those freckles I'm seeing!? Lord have mercy, kill me while you're at it, why don't you.
You manage to crack out a smile, and he beams. The rest of the night goes on smoothly. The conversation is natural between you two. No forced topics, no awkward silence. It's almost perfect. Key word : almost.
The only problem being, he hasn't made a move on you once. Heck, he didn't even try to flirt with you, let alone touch you. You waited and waited, but nothing happened.
Does he have a girlfriend?
You carefully manage to slip it into coveration, but he denies it.
Oh, so you're just not interested in me, huh? That's nice to know.
As the night goes on, your hopes keep getting lower and reach an all time low when he guides you out of the club and helps you into the Uber.
"Aren't you getting in?" You ask in a last ditch attempt to get him to see that you very clearly want him.
"Nah, I live around the corner here. I'll be fine walking. Get home safe."
On the ride home, you realise he didn't even ask for your number.
Was I that off putting?
Over the course of the week, you get to know that he didn't need to ask for your number, because you see each other everyday at the same place, same time. You always get a Cosmo, he always gets a whiskey, you talk all night, he keeps his distance.
That last part frustrated you to no end, made you want to pull your hair out.
Does he really just want a friend? That can't be it, right? Who looks to make a friend of the opposite sex at a nightclub?
Felix did, apparently. It became plenty clear what he saw you as, on the sixth day of you both hanging out together.
He had called a cab for you yet again - much like almost every other day - when you drunkenly mumble, "Thanks for always doing this for me."
"Hey, don't mention it. That's what friends are for, right?"
That's enough to sober you up.
As the cab begins moving forward, you feel your heart sieze. You don't know when your need to fuck him turned into this stupid crush you're just coming to terms with. But as the cab ride continues, the pain seeps through and you come to the realisation that it isn't - wasn't - just a stupid crush. It was so much more.
Such a unique flavor of masochism, unrequited love.
You wash the tears away in your shower later that night, only to cry some more.
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So really, he's just being kind when he's so worked up about your boyfriend ditching you.
"I'll call you a cab."
"Just like the old days." Your drunken mind muses.
Felix doesn't reply, but you think you see a flick of seriousness on his face. It's gone as soon as it came, leaving you to wonder if your drunk mind was playing games on you.
"Ugh! There are no cabs available."
"I'll just wait around for one to pass by, then."
"While you're drunk this late in the night? Like hell you will."
You just giggle in response and Felix almost coos at the sight. Bringing his attention back to the matter at hand, for a moment - just a moment - he thinks about taking you home with him. It's just a few minutes walk away. But he quickly shuts it down. As pathetic as it sounds, he doesn't really trust himself around you.
Finally deciding on the best game plan that doesn't involve him having to check himself and his little guy down there, he takes your hand and guides you away from the club.
You don't even question him, trailing behind, barely managing to walk straight.
The walk is silent, his hand in yours warm. You both stop in front of an apartment complex about ten minutes later.
"Is this your place?" You wonder out aloud.
"Yeah, just wait here. I'll be back."
You grasp at his sleeve just as he's about to take off "What do you mean wait here? Am I not coming in?"
"Uh, there's no need. I'll be two minutes. I just have to get my car keys and then I'll drop you off."
All the insecurities from months back return with an ugly thump.
"Am I really that unappealing to you?" You find your wobbly voice saying, the alcohol doing the talking for you.
"What?" He's taken aback by the sudden question. Moreso, by the sudden gloss that covers your eyes.
"Even back then, you approached me but never tried anything. Am I that unattractive to you?"
Was that what you had been thinking all this time?
How does he tell you, the reason he didn't make any moves was because he wanted to do it right? He didn't see you as just a fuck. Sure, he approached you with that intention, but as you began to talk, he felt that spark, that connection with you he had never experienced before. Being with you was easy. He wanted to be around you more. He didn't want to screw this up by propositioning you. You would fuck, then what? He wanted you in his life, so he had to play his cards right.
Alas, he had never been much of a card-sharp.
Two months after the cab incident, where he fucked up and called you a friend, you had started dating your now boyfriend.
It had shattered him. Seeing you laughing with someone else, kissing someone else. The chance went right past him.
If only he had known. If only he hadn't been such a coward.
Stepping towards you, he hesitantly holds you at arms length, looking into your eyes. He's not sure what he sees there. Why does it matter to you? Has it bothered you all this time? Why, though? You never gave any signs that you liked him back. That's ridiculous. You wouldn't be dating your current boyfriend if you felt anything at all for him.
He brushes the thought aside, blaming your strange behaviour on alcohol and hormones at having been ditched by your boyfriend.
"Hey, no. You're beautiful, okay? You're- you're.." He feels a lump forming in his throat. How does he go about explaining what he truly thinks of you? If he were to keep talking, he would end up confessing, he's sure.
"Just- just stay, here, okay? I won't take more than a minute." He rushes off.
A part of him feels bad at not reassuring you more, but he just has to get away from you, your warmth. The urge to take you in his arms too strong, he feels his restraint slipping away.
This is exactly why he didn't want to let you stay the night.
Sure enough, within a minute, he's out with a key dangling off his fingers.
You have considerably calmed down by then, despite it being only a minute since you were practically ready to cry.
Just alcohol and hormones. It's okay.
You walk off to his car without looking at him and yank the car door. It doesn't budge, "Are you gonna keep standing there?"
Felix is visibly taken aback at your harsh tone and choice of words, dumbly unlocking the car and getting in with you.
Hormones. Hormones. Alcohol. Hormones.
The entire car ride, you're silent. But it's just the calm before the storm, he can feel it.
When he stops in front of your place - having known your address after calling the cab for you on multiple occasions - you just sit there, unmoving. He can see you simmering away. Whatever's going on in your head, it can't be pleasant.
Contrary to what he'd thought, you reach out for him and rest your hand on his collarbone, half covered by his silk shirt.
"Did I tell you that you look good today? So pretty." Your voice is but a whisper and the drowsy expression on your face has him reeling.
When he doesn't say anything - but doesn't resist your touch either - you slide your hand futher up his clavicle, stopping at the base of his throat, then slowly traveling up and over his adam's apple, across his jawline, to the back of his head. Sinking your fingers into his mullet, you mumble "So soft," eyes glazed over, lips parted. Your thumb pokes out from under his ear and you quickly run it over his bottom lip, "so so soft." Your words feel distant to your own ears, as if they're echoing from somewhere underwater and not your mouth.
He looks into your eyes that are fixed at his lips. Your cheeks are a pretty shade of pink, your lips wet and pillowy. Your pupils are blown wide, and you look... turned on?
The sight of you has blood rushing straight to his cock before he can stop it.
Your eyes find his again, an electricity zings through his nerves and it's all he can do to not give in and sink his teeth into that godforsaken lower lip of yours.
You lean forward, his breath hitches. He can feel your breath right on his lips and honestly, it's turning his brain to mush.
Before things could go any more South, before his dick can get any harder, he latches onto the last bit of sanity he has left.
"Y-you have a boyfriend." Is all he says, finding himself physically incapable of outright denying you.
The simple statement seems to have knocked some sense into you, as you suddenly pull away, eyes wide, that drowsy look wiped clean off your face.
"Sor-rry, I should- I should go. Yeah." You fumble with the seatbelt and next thing he knows, you are out the door.
The air around him feels entirely too cold without your warmth, increasingly too harsh without your sweet scent filling it.
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The wind is chilly, goosebumps braking across your skin. Not really surprising considering it's nearing the end of the year.
Not the best idea to wear a sheer bodycon dress, I guess.
Wrapping up on yourself you softly exhale, your breath condensing and curling, dancing away in the cool midnight breeze.
You feel a sudden warmth on your shoulders.. A jacket?
"What is up with you and the whole drunk-stranded-alone-at-midnight thing?"
That deep velvety voice.
You hadn't seen him in the two months since what you've decided to call your 'drunken fuck up'. He didn't show up at the club after, and it's then that you realised you didn't have each other's numbers, still.
"Your boyfriend leave you again?"
"No. I left him."
"What?" He isn't sure he understands.
"I broke up with him." You're not sure why you want him to understand.
It's then that he looks at you fully, his beautiful face iluminated even more beautifully by the full moon that looms over the two of you, silently watching. His raven locks are parted almost in the centre, forehead exposed, bangs reaching his eyes.
Fuck, he's gorgeous.
He watches you intently. You have no idea what's going on in his head, his expression unreadable.
You think back to what went down in his car all those days ago. You definitely picked up on the fact that he was aroused too, that he wanted what you wanted too.
You were sure. But another thing you also were, was drunk. Could you have misread the entire situation?
"How are you getting home?" he disregards your comment altogether.
But of course, rejection at its finest. Just my luck.
"Cab."
He chuckles, "You know how to hail a cab?"
"Had to learn to since you ghosted me." The remark comes off with more of a bite than you had intended.
He falls quite, face turning serious. His attempt at keeping the conversation lighthearted having failed miserably.
Guess it's now or never.
"Hey, the reason I backed off that da-"
"I know. You were right to do that. Thanks. But what I don't know is why you had to ghost me after."
He sighs. Truth be told, he doesn't know himself. He didn't think it through. You have a way of making his head go blank, of making him lose the ability to think rationally and make mature decisions.
"I know it was a dick move, and I-I honestly don't know what I was thinking."
You squint your eyes, waiting.
One look at your face and the word vomit begins, "I-I've wanted you since that day we met last year. I wanted you that day, but then we talked and then I actually began to like you. And I didn't want to mess it up, so- so I didn't do anything about it that day - or the next day - or the next week. God, that was my biggest mistake! I thought I was taking my time, when I was really just being a coward. I... I realised a little too late that I liked you a little too much and by then... By then- you.. " He swallows, looking away.
You take a step forward, reaching out for him much like you did that day, cupping his chin, turning his face towards you.
"Do you still want me?" You whisper, eyes transfixed on those darn pink lips of his that were looking a little too appetizing right about now.
"Ye-"
The word is barely out of his mouth and you're swallowing it, pushing your lips onto his with such force, you both stumble back and his hands fly to grip your waist tightly.
And you love it, you love finally having his hands on you, your lips on his, his breath in your mouth.
You move your lips against his, slowly nibbling, then suking on his bottom lip, biting softly. He yelps a little, but there's no way in heck you're stopping now.
You lick at his lower lip to sooth the ache, your way of saying you're sorry.
And then do it all over again.
You part his lips with yours, tongue slipping in, twirling around his own, exploring his mouth, taking in the taste of him. He groans, breathing hard and goes to pull away, probably to breath, but you don't let him.
Fisting both his collars in your hands, you yank him toward you, your entwined tongues now transferring into your mouth due to the momentum with which he falls forward. You gladly welcome it.
You let him set the pace this time. His hot wet tongue caresses your own, gliding and flicking. He withdraws it, and suddenly sucks borderline violently, and in the next moment, you find that your tongue is in his mouth again, and he's still sucking on it.
A loud honk jolts you apart, both of you panting, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.
It's him who still has the wits to turn around and come face to face with a very annoyed cab driver. How long had he been here?
The tips of his ears burning red, he steps away from your grasp whilst you catch your breath.
You don't register what he does or what he says. In your dazed state, you can only make out the low rumble of his deep voice and the sound of a car taking off.
His hand suddenly grasps your. He looks into your eyes with a questioning look and you know exactly what he's asking for. You quickly nod and he wastes no time tugging you along.
His apartment is only ten minutes away, but the buzzing between your legs is too strong and your willpower is too weak.
You feel desire overtake the rational part of your brain, arousal clouding your judgement.
He isn't faring any better, ducking into an alleyway to take a shortcut.
As if sensing your impatience, he goes "Just another two minutes." His voice is gruff, the octave even lower than what it usually is.
It was no secret that his voice was your weakness, and hearing it take on such a low note, something in you snaps.
Before you know it, you're pushing him against the wall in the alleyway, taking those pillowy lips between yours. There's no time for build up, no time to fool around. You want to inhale him.
He makes a sound at the back of his throat, the kind that lets you know you're doing it right.
Primal need consuming you, your hands hastily go down to his belt, fumbling and unbuckling.
That seems to catch his attention, "W-wait!"
Your reaction is immediate, dropping your hands and pulling back slightly, you pant "What's wrong? You don't want this?"
"No!" He flinches when he yells a little too loud, "I mean, no, I do, I do want it. God knows I want to. Just.. Not here."
You relax at that. Your hands find purchase on his belt again, slowly sliding along towards the buckle. You lean back into him and whisper against his lips, "Can't wait. I've waited enough."
With one clean move his buckle is undone, your hands hovering over his zipper, eyes carefully studying his face. If he's genuinely uncomfortable doing this here, you're not going to force him. But if there's a chance that he might be willing, you're jumping at it.
"Please, angel. You don't know how long I've been wanting this. I want to do this right. I want to worship you like you deserve."
If you could, you might melt into a puddle right then and there, but his dick is just a few centimeters away from your fingertips, and your mind is just a little unhinged.
You click your tongue impatiently, "You know damn well what happened the last time you tried to do this right. You wouldn't want history to repeat, would you?" His fly is undone in a flash. Honestly, you don't know how. You're not controlling your motions or your words right now. It's as if something has come over you, but you're not sure what, "Tick tock, baby."
He still looks uncertain, so you allow yourself to be serious for a moment, for one last moment before caution and all else is thrown out the window, "Just let me blow you, alright? Then we can go back to your place."
He grunts at your choice of dirty words, sounding pained, "Fuck, you want me dead, don't you?"
You're still looking at him and he gives you a nod. That's all the signal you need to deftly pull his entirely unnecessary pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free.
To be tactful, he's well endowed. To be filthy, he has a fat cock.
You wrap your hand around him, finally finally feeling it in your palm.
You squeeze very slightly, he fucking twitches and you think you might die if he's not in your mouth within the next ten seconds.
Dropping to your knees, your spit on your palm, coating his length generously. Then, just for good measure and only partly to put on a show, you spit on his now wet cock.
"Didn't know you were so dirty", he breathes, sounding awed.
"Oh, you don't know the half of it. I don't do clean." You smirk up at him and that's all the warning he gets before you are taking him in your mouth, all the way until he hits your uvula.
"ah, fuck-"
You smile, mouth still full of him and angle your head upwards, so that he can slip into your throat. He does so, and you're concentrating on taking him as deep as your throat will allow. That's when he starts begging,
"A-angel, please. Ah shi- just please."
Oh, how sweet he sounds, you absolutely have to tease him.
You release him with a loud, wet 'pop' "Please, what?"
He's breathless, looking down at you with so much vulnerability that you almost feel bad for teasing him. Almost.
"Please just, ugh, please keep going."
You would like to make him work more for his release, but to be quite frank, you already miss the heavy weight of his cock in your mouth.
Taking him this time is a little easier as your jaw has adjusted to the sheer size of him. Looking right into his eyes, you take him all the way to the back of your throat, and Felix promptly loses it. He's pulling at his own hair, grunting, and panting.
Your don't move or bob your head, instead stay there with him down your throat, and move your tongue along the underside of his shaft, not quite twirling - only because there's no space in your mouth that is stuffed so full - just caressing.
"Oh god, please, please. Angel, please."
You decide to take mercy on the poor guy, deciding not to play with him anymore.
Maybe next time.
Keeping him in your throat you swallow once, twice and then he's cumming, thick white spurts shooting directly down your air column, almost making you gag. But you're nothing if not stubborn. You swallow all of him and pull away when he starts to whine from the sensitivity.
You're panting, he's panting. Life's good.
"C'mere." his voice is hoarse even though it's your throat that has just been abused.
He pulls you into a kiss that's altogether too sweet given what just went down.
"Let's go."
You don't know how you get to his apartment. Hell, you don't even know how you get into the bedroom. All you know is that as soon as you're within the privacy of four walls, it's like a switch flips within him. He's practically tearing your clothes away, your shirt and jeans tossed aside into some corner of the room. His own clothes recieve the same treatment shortly after.
Left only in your bra and underwear, you take in your surroundings. His room is well organised. Minimalistic, yet homey and cozy. A soft yellow light is on in lieu of the tubelight, painting the room in a sombre glo-
Your train of thoughts is cut off by your own yelp.
"Eyes on me, angel." Gone is the sweet guy with doe eyes who was begging you in the dark alleyway. The person in front of you is the man with such deep and velvety a voice, he could pass for a siren.
As he approaches you, the look in his eyes so carnal, you're sure you're about to be thrown onto the bed. You've never been much for manhandling, but you'd be willing to give it a shot for him.
So consider your surprise when - as opposed to the utter hunger in his eyes - he tenderly places one hand on the the small of your back, the other holding your head, securing you in his hold. You are guided onto your back on the bed so gently that it hurts, him coming up to hover over you.
"You're so pretty. So so pretty. My pretty angel." His lips find your cheek, kissing softly and then trail down, across your jaw, to your throat where he leaves butterfly kisses. He moves to work at your collarbones, licking long stripes on each one and moving downwards between the valley of your breasts.
You squirm under him, wanting some sort of relief from the growing heat between your legs. "Felix," you breathe out, not sure where the sentence was going, but it only felt natural to say his name out loud like you've always been wanting too. Far too long than you care to admit.
"Shh, angel. Please let me take my time. I've been wanting to worship you forever." He pulls the cups of your bra down, mouth attaching to one of your nipples.
His tongue swirls around your bud, getting it all nice and wet before sucking the wetness right off it. He continues this game of his for a little while, till both your nipples are hardened and sensitive. Letting up with a lewd pop, he gazes down at them and seemingly satisfied, moves down your body.
He drags his tongue from the base of your sternum to your belly button in one long lick, stopping to suck a hickey just underneath it, on your lower belly.
You tried to indulge him, you really did. Even so, you are but a weak woman when it comes to the object of your desires, that happens to be present right here. So close, yet so far away.
"F-felix. Just..."
"Just what, angel?" He smirks.
Oh, this motherfucker.
You pout up at him, "Is this your way of taking revenge or something?"
The smirk on his face disappears. He crawls up to come to eye level with you, face suddenly earnest.
"No, angel. This is about you, only about you. Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you." His eyes flash with genuine care, "God, I'll give you everything. Just tell me. Please."
You could feel the sincerity coming off him. He wasn't just talking about sex. He really would give you anything, if only you gave him a chance.
In all the years of your sexual experience, you were rendered wordless for the first time. No one had been so thoughtful, so open, so vulnerable with you. Your ex never cared enough to ask what you wanted. He just did what he felt like.
It wasn't just him who did that. All the guys you'd slept with only ever cared about their release.
So, much like all the other worldly things, you'd come to realise that if you wanted something, you'd have to take it. You weren't going to sit around, waiting for someone to be nice enough to throw some empathy your way.
No, you knew what you wanted and took it. You came to terms with the fact, and that was when you built the whole dom persona around yourself. Being snarky and mouthy in bed, trying to overpower, fighting for dominance, setting your pace on your terms.
But now, with Felix looking at you with so much adoration, offering pleasure, your pleasure for nothing in return - requesting you to let him pleasure you, you couldn't help but question,
Why had I done all that?
Sex wasn't a fight. It wasn't about who was on top. It was about mutual gratification, two people satisfying each other.
He could sense the surprise on your face. "Why do you look so taken aback, angel?" He gently asks, brushing your hair off your forehead.
"It's just.. no one's ever.. said that."
"Said what?"
"No one's put my need above theirs. No one's asked me what I want."
His brows furrow at that, "Not even your ex?"
You shake your head no.
"I knew that bastard treated you like shit, but I had no idea he didn't even fuck you right." He looks angry now, "But know this, angel, as long as you'll let me, I'll give you anything you want. So tell me, tell me what you want. Nothing is off limits, okay?"
Nothing?
This sends your brain into overdrive. Here is a drop dead gorgeous man, ready to be at your service, telling you that you could ask anything of him, do anything to him, and he'll... let you?
Your mind is reeling at all the possibilities, yet you can't seem to say much.
He, yet again, perceives your hesitance, understanding that this might be new territory for you, and offers "Can I taste you?"
You can only nod.
Slowly, he descends down until he's face to face with your crotch. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, he removes them in one swift motion, and almost groans at the sight.
Index finger running up and down your slit, he hums, gathering your wetness, only to swirl it in and around your labia, smearing all over.
As he leans forward, you expect him to dive right in, but he does no such thing.
Landing his tongue flat, he licks up your outer lips, the reason for all the smearing abundantly clear now. He goes at it until there's nothing left to lick, and only then does he move onto the inside of your folds.
Using only the tip of his tongue, he slowly traces the inner outline of your inner lips, not sucking, just collecting your juice, pushing it upwards and letting it pool on your clit. Once he's made a nice little puddle there, he closes his lips around the bud and sucks. Hard.
"fuck-"
His enthusiasm escalates at the exclaimation, repeating the action over and over. Your hand flies to his head, gripping his hair and guiding it up and down, pushing him in. He takes a deep breath, as if suddenly breathless.
No shit, he is breathless. How's he supposed to breath down there?
Releasing him, you panic "Oh shit! I'm so so-"
"Shh, it's okay, take what you need. I told you it's about you," He takes your hand, guiding it back to the back of his head, curling his fingers around yours, until you're fisting those silky locks, "suffocate me in your essence. Fucking drown me."
That damn velvety voice saying those vile words does something to you. You feel your resolve crumble, and before you can question yourself, you're pulling his head back between your thighs, moving it around, seeing what feels best.
He doesn't resist. He sticks his tongue out and keeps it there, letting you move his head.
It's when his wet muscle passes your hole that you let out a loud moan. He thought you'd push him in there, but instead your movements turn frantic and you begin to wiggle your hips against his face, seemingly frustrated. It's then that he realises that you don't know what felt good and this is you trying to chase after that feeling that you lost.
"Have you never had your cunt eaten, angel?"
Damn him for sounding so cute while uttering such filth.
"Nobody cared enough to."
"Don't worry, I got you. Just relax for me, okay?"
You nod and let go of his hair, head falling back onto the mattress.
He buries his face back where it belongs, if he were to say so himself, and wastes no time putting his tongue into your hole, deeper than it went last time. And sure enough, he's rewarded with an ever louder moan from you.
Determined to give you the best orgasm of your life, he uses one of his thumb to lift the hood of your clit, the other rubbing up and down the bundle of nerves. That has your back arching. Lost in pleasure you wrap your legs around his neck, pulling him further in.
He grunts, happy to be smothered. Each flick of his thumb has that familiar feeling bubbling in your tummy. It builds and builds and builds.
It's when he starts pumping that damn tongue of his in and out of your hole, that you see white sploches in your vision, mind going blank. You don't realise what's going on. All you know is that you can't feel your legs. It's like you've been brainwashed, like you're fucking levitating.
Slowly, your vision returns, breathing evens out, and your brain reboots. When you come down from your high, you're distinctly aware of the wetness all over your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you.
"Holy fuck, did I just-"
You look beside you where Felix is laying sideways, propped up on an elbow, looking at you with a smug look, clearly proud of himself.
"Yes, you did. I think you took the whole 'drown me' part quite seriously."
You let out an embarassed sound that was almost a squeal, and curl up into his chest.
He laughs at your cute shyness, as if you weren't grinding on his face a moment ago "Aw, it's okay, angel. That was hot."
You peer up at him through your lashes, "Hot?" You ask so cutely, he could take you then and there.
"So hot." He confirms
You give him a lopsided grin.
"But you look so fucked out right now. Was I that good?"
"So good." You reach up to kiss him, and the kiss has only just begun, when you feel his stiffness poking against your thigh.
He's so hard, it must hurt. You want to help him but know for a fact that your pussy is of no use right now, so you do the only other thing you can.
You wrap your hand around him, and start flicking your wrist.
"Ah fuck- angel, you don't h-have to. Take a breather."
"But you've been hard for so long. I want to help."
"It's- ah- it's okay. I came already, remember?"
That flips a switch in you. You swing your leg over both of his, lifting up to hover over him, straddling his hips. "Lee Felix, you're not getting out of this without fucking me."
He laughs at that, "Wouldn't dream of it, angel."
You smile and bend down to kiss him. His lips are still wet with your juices and you lick it off them before sliding your tongue in. The kiss turns frantic. There's nothing sweet about it. It's just a messy exchange of spit, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
"Condom?" You whisper into his mouth.
His eyes widen, "Shit! I-I don't have one." He looks about fit to cry, like a child whose favourite toy's been snatched right out his hand.
You almost laugh at his big, glassy eyes, "I'm on birth control. And clean. Are you?"
"I am!" He lets out a little too excitedly.
"Then we don't need a condom. Unless you'd rather not. It's okay. We don't have to if you're not comfortable."
He damn near chokes at that, "You- you mean I g-get to do this raw?" His eyes sparkle like the same toy's been returned to him, with an upgrade.
"Yes," you whisper in a low and sultry voice, "You get to do me raw."
His next groan is almost pained.
"You want to, baby?"
"Please."
You reach between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around him again, giving a few pumps for good measure - and maybe to hear him groan, but nobody needs to know that - and guide him to your entrance.
As you begin to sink down on him, he holds you still with his hands on your hips.
"W-wait. Wait, please."
"Everything okay?"
He laughs, "Yeah, yeah, good. Great. Just.. a little too great."
You don't get what he means and tilt your head.
He lets out another embarassed chuckle, "If you keep going, I might blow right now."
You smile, endeared "It's okay. I already finished earlier, just let go."
He suddenly sits up, and with him still sheathed in you, flips the two of you over, so that now you're on your back and he's hovering over you.
"No, I promised that this is about you. You are cumming at least twice."
Before you can protest, he pulls out just enough, and rams back in. The protest dies in your throat as it makes way for a loud moan to slip out.
"Fuck, so tight. You like that, angel?"
You clutch onto his shoulders as you nod, urging him to keep going.
Lucky for you, he's in no mood to stop.
He grinds and rolls his hips against yours, creating that delicious friction, but it's nowhere near enough for either of you. And that's exactly why he's doing it. He wants to draw this out, as much as he can.
"Angel, you're sucking me in. Won't even let me pull out. You want me that much?"
"So much." Your voice is distant now, lost somewhere in the lustful daze. He can feel it too.
Pulling out, he flips you flat on your stomach, and nudges your legs apart ever so slightly.
You're so far gone in the haze that you don't have it in you to try to take control, something you've always been doing.
But that's just the point, isn't it? To let go for once, to not fight and just give in to the moment.
And then, you feel it once again. That sinful stretch, his cock dragging against your walls. You never want him to stop.
"Oh god, I could spend forever between your thighs."
Funny you say that.
He bends over forward, until his chest and abdomen are flush against your back, legs tangled together. He takes both your hands in his, entwining your fingers together, and resting them on either side of your shoulders.
Locked together like this, he begins moving, slowly fucking into you, hips pushing back and forth.
You've never been with anyone like this. Sure, you've had a lot of sex in your life, there was even a time when you went through a 'bad girl' phase where you tried scoring a new guy every week.
Not my finest moment.
But this? This feels a whole new level of intimacy you've never tapped into.
"Feel good, angel?"
Oh, lord. Could he get any more more perfect?
"Yes, baby. You feel so good." You're not normally very vocal in bed. But, as you'd already established, nothing about this situation was normal.
"Me too, angel, me too. Your cunt is heaven."
You moan at that. You were never one for praise either, especially not the dirty kind.
Fuck, am I not rediscovering myself today.
His hips move rhythmically against your ass, grinding, moving in circles, pistoning, trying all sorts of things. But always at the same slow leisurely pace. You reach your hand back and squeeze his ass, nails digging into the flesh and push him further into you.
You don't know why you do that. Perhaps to get him to increase his pace or because you want to finish. Or.. maybe you just want him close. Close to a level you've never been with anyone.
His hips stutter, ass clenching under your palm, "fuck, d-don't- don't do that. I won't last."
"You don't have to. It's okay, we can do this again. We have all the time in the world. Don't hold back."
"We can?"
"Mhm." You say, noticing that this is the third time he's said something about wanting to make this last. Come to think of it, he was on the verge of cumming when he flipped you. Maybe this position helped him keep it together.
Wow, he must really want this. He must really want.. me.
Your thoughts are pulled from you when his hand reaches under you, rubbing you clit, his movements suddenly frantic, "Want you to come first."
You body begins to thrash as he continues his movements, hips not stopping once, pace increasing ever so slightly. You can feel your orgasm approaching, that familiar feeling rumbling in your stomach.
"So good, so beautiful, angel. My angel, aren't you?"
You don't have it in you to respond - a whimper will have to do - and Felix doesn't seem to want an answer either.
"Look so good like this, under me. Always wanna pleasure you, make you feel good."
God, that deep and rich voice whispering right in your ear was doing things to you.
Your body begins to tremble, thighs shaking.
"You close, angel? Gonna cum around my cock? Show me how good it makes you feel?"
You could feel your sanity chipping away, making room in your head not to be filled with anything. For the first time in what felt like forever, your head was empty. No overthinking, no thoughts, just Felix and his pretty cock and deep voice and angeli-
"Ah- Lix, I'm.. I'm-"
"Let go, angel."
With that, you're screaming, gushing all around his dick, body thrashing about, but you still manage to let out, "Inside, Lix, i-inside.. "
Felix lets out a loud grunt, the loudest he's been until now, "fuck, angel. I love you, fuck, fuck, fuck!" And then he's cumming, his arousal mixing with yours, the forbidden cocktail dripping out of you, over both of you, and onto the sheets. There's just that much of it.
He collapses on top of you, breathing heavy, chest heaving against your back.
Your mind tries to process what he just said, trying to make sense of it, understand the gravity of it. But you don't say anything, giving him the time to come down.
You lay there like that for a while, occasionally kissing, breathing, listening to each other's breathing, and kissing some more.
After a while, he pulls out, and chuckles.
You turn to look at him over your shoulder, to see him looking down at where your bodies were just connected.
"We made a mess. Think it might be a better idea to shower."
You nod, letting him pull you off the mattress. Your legs wobble a little, but he easily catches and steadies you. The trip to the bathroom is brief but your mind is restless. It's replaying the last words he said. Even as he carefully sets the temperature of the water just right, rubbing soap on your tired body with his small hands, kneading out the knots in your back, massaging you all over, his words are stuck in your head, swishing around.
He's massaging your shoulder when you suddenly hear the clearing of a throat, "So, about what I said.. "
Thank god he was willing to address it. You're not sure you could have survived the suspense any longer.
".. I, uh, want you to know that I'm sincere. I've been thinking about being with you ever since we met, and not in the way we were together just now. Uhm, I mean, together together."
You don't note the soft smile that takes over your face, "Me too." You turn around to face him, hands lodging on his shoulders, body naturally leaning into him.
That's the word. Natural. Being with him is so natural, as if you've done this a million times.
"You do?"
"I do. Maybe not love yet, but I'm sure if- when I get to know you, falling for you is going to be so natural."
He smiles at that, "Well, we better get to it then. How about a date tomorrow?"
"Excited, are we?"
"Please, if I could, I would take you out right now, but seeing as how I can barely stand, it will have to wait."
You laugh, feeling giddy and lean forward to peck him on the lips.
"So is that a.. yes?"
"Yes Felix, I'd love that."
He hums, moving forward, nuzzling his head in your shoulder, the voice reverberating from his chest to yours.
"God, your voice" slips out of your mouth without your own permission.
How rude.
"I know you have a thing for it."
"What?" Your cheeks heat up. You thought you weren't making it obvious.
"Why do think I was so talkitive towards the end?"
"I thought you just got mouthy when you were about to come."
"No," He laughs, "it's because I noticed how hot and bothered you got whenever I said something. I was just trying to help you finish."
Oh well, so much for being subtle.
"It's okay," He says picking up, yet again, on your embarrassment, "it can be your own exclusive kink."
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Reader x Soldier Boy 
Warnings:  Well, it’s soldier boy. Where to start... Smut 16+, Fluff, Alcohol, Cursing, you name it ...  
Side note: English isn’t my first language.  
Words: 4377 
POV: Y/N is supe with the ability to time travel. But doesn't want to show off her powers, so she pretends to be a normal university student major in history. When her professor askes then to write a paper on any superhero in history she decided to write about the infamous Soldier Boy, not to give him more fame, no, to tell his true story and the mistakes that were covered up. But her late nights at the library makes her dream about the man not knowingly sending her back to 1980.  
 
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Y/N didn’t know if her professor would like her paper. He even worships the man he could turn any topic into a soldier boy reference. “I’m curious what you come up with Y/N.” He had said. But she would make sure that he at least would appreciate the effort and time she had put into it. It was 2am and Y/N was still hanging over history books at the library. Not finding a thing she didn’t already know, or at least what Vought wanted the world to know.  
She knew there were stories about covered up murders, racism, mistreating woman, herogasm. But nothing, not a single thing she could find. But Y/N was so tired she decided to pack up the books and go back to her dorm. As she practically fell asleep before hitting her bed. But she didn’t get a peaceful dream.  
“So, you are trying to ruin my legacy, kid?” Y/N heard a voice, looking around her it was pitch black. She started to walk towards the voice, slightly scared. “Can’t find anything?”  But it didn’t seem to get closer. “Must be frustrating.” Y/N stopped walking looking around when all of the sudden the voice sounded right behind her. “Maybe you should let it go.” Within the second she turned around standing toe to toe with Soldier Boy looking up at him, she felt so small.  
Y/N’s dream made her jump up, realising she was still at the university library, she fell asleep on the books. When Y/N looked around she noticed that the students were dressed differently, all of them looking weird at her. She got up returned the books and left, once outside she realised what had happened. “Time jump” She sighted. She would at least have to “recharge” for a couple of hours before she could go back to her own timeline. So, nothing better to do than figure out where she was.  
She left the campus and bought a newspaper at one of the stands, in the street. New York... 1980 Y/N closed the paper, seeing a huge picture of Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess on the cover. “It couple strikes again. America once again safe. Yeah right.” She heard herself mumbling.  
“They’re giving a party tonight.” Said the young woman next to her. “What, sorry?” Y/N said looking up. “Crimson countess and Soldier boy are hosting a party, tonight. We are still looking for, normal, guests.” She said looking her up and down giving her a weird look. “If you want? A few regular people are lucky birds and get invited.” She handed her an invitation. “Yeah, thanks, eh dress code?” She asked with hesitation. - “Dress to impress.”  
Y/N figured there was no better way to get dirt on Soldier Boy than to actually join one of his outraces parties. Maybe even take a picture or two as evidence. But first, she needed to get a place to stay, clothes and make up. She doubted that her skinny jeans, combat boots and flannel would get her into the party. So, she did what she could.  
Y/N was impressed with how large Vought’s building was. The “normal” guest entered via a marble stair with golden rails, an hour after the supes and important people were inside. So that they knew who wasn’t really word their time. The ceiling was sky high. Y/N got nervous when she saw the number of steps she had to take before she entered the room. Besides that, she was the only one without a partner or plus one. She looked around seeing Soldier Boy and Countess greet the guest at the bottom of the stairs. Her heart pounded. She slowly took one step at the time.  
Soldier boy was already bored to dead, he and crimson just had a massive fight and now he needed to pretend he loves her with his life. He looked up to see how many useless people he was forced to greet. But instead, Y/N catches his eye. A blue tight-fitting dress showing of her curses, a colour that perfectly matched her copper hair. Black high heels something she by now probably regrets, looking at how you hold on to the rails. But that made her legs look like a stairway to heaven. Her light copper hair was pinned up, but a few strings hung loose beside her face, hair not as dark as Countess her red locks, to some people she would look a light brunet, but he could see the red shine coming through. He could see her biting the inside of her lip while she was focussed on the steps.  
Crimson Countess caught him staring so she cleared her throat. Getting Y/N out of her focus, looking up and nearly tumbling of the last few steps. She felt a strong hand around her arm and back. Embarrassed she looked up, seeing Soldier Boy holding her at the bottom of the stairs. “You ok?” he asked locking his green eyes with hers. “I, eh Yes, I'm so sorry.” She said while pulling back and straightening her dress. She held out her hand to Countess, who shook it quickly. Then shook Soldier Boy’s hand while he was still staring at her body making her blush. Y/N quickly got some golden courage at the bar.  
Hours past Y/N kept looking around hoping she would see something that made this trip worthed. But so far nothing but boring conversations with people who were over the moon with the supes. Soldier boy noticed Y/N standing at the bar drinking champagne but not really interacting with people. The bartender was gone to long for her liking, so she lifted herself over the bar to get the bottle noticing it was empty she sights. Not noticing that Soldier Boy was standing behind her clearly checking out her ass. When she stood back on the ground he spoke. “Really difficult to get good staff these days.” Y/N got a DeJa'Vu moment and dropped her glass when she heard his voice behind her.  
Y/N cheeks turned red, when she turned around to face him. “How long have you been standing there?” Soldier Boy smirked. “Long enough.” He leaned in against the bar. Whistled at the bartender who came running down towards him. “Yes, sir.” - “The usual and champagne for eh, what is your name sweetheart?” - “Y/N” - “make sure Y/N’s glass doesn’t get empty. Understood.” -”Yes, sir.”   
“Well, being a supe has it’s perks eh” Y/N said to break the awkwardness of that conversation. He only smiled slightly. “What are you doing here Y/N?” He asked taking a sip of his drink. Her stomach turned, he was on to her. “What?” She asked way to fast. “What are you doing here? You clearly seem bored.” He repeated only this time taking a step closer to her, locking eyes again. Even though he hung against the bar he was still taller than her.  
“Honestly...” Y/N got nervous looking down, noticing his large strong hands around his glass. But before she could answer a servant came towards Soldier Boy. “Sir, Crimson Countess would like to speak to you.” He pointed towards her. Soldier Boys eyes followed his directions. She looked pissed. She knew that he normally wouldn’t talk to a normal girl if they didn't have to. Not that she loved him, but people were whispering and that she couldn’t have. So, she played the jealous girlfriend card.  “Tell her” He paused “To stop being a fucking jealous cunt. And to find her a fuck toy for tonight. Because I don’t want her in my bed tonight.” The servant looked scared but delivered the message. You saw Countess her face change, Y/N looked over at Soldier Boys face. He gave her a perky smile while lifting his eyebrows before he turned to Y/N again. Who was watching this all with an open mouth and stunned eyes.  
“Where were we sweetheart.” He said transformed fully in his charming persona. “I think I might head out. I don’t want to cause any trouble.” Nodding towards Countess. “Nonsense, she is all bark but no bite. But I have a better idea. Follow me.” He took your hand in his, you noticed how yours almost completely disappeared. He took you to the room next door, you were really not sure what you were doing here. And he saw it. “Soldier boy, what..” - “Ben he interrupted her. My name is Ben.” - “Ok, Ben, what are we doing here?”  
He didn’t answer he only led her to the couch in the corner making her sit down and poured himself and her a new drink at the mini bar before sitting next to her. The way he stared into her eyes, the way he was checking her out made the heat growing inside her. Unbelievable she thought, I hate this man.  Y/N looked around, “is this an office?” - “Mine” He proudly answered. “Supes have offices?” She laughed a little too loud. “Why is that funny?” He stared at her intrigued. “I thought your skills had to be demonstrated out there in the open. And that paperwork was for the back office.”  
Ben lifted your legs on his lap and slowly started to remove your heels. “Not all skills are to be shown outside these walls.” He said with a flirty sound to it. “Your feet must be so soar in those heels.” He said while massaging one. He noticed Y/N to cramp up and moving back. “Don’t worry sweetheart, if wanted you to force into doing something, I mean I wouldn’t, but physically I could have already.” - ”That really isn’t comforting Ben. It even made you sound like an ass.” She blurred out. The look she had on her face while realizing what she just said to the most powerful supe on the planet made him laugh, not a I'm laughing polite laugh, no, an actual honest reaction. “Now that.” Y/N said with a little more confidence. “That is way more relaxing. Seeing you be honest.”  
Ben switched foot, while making small talk. ”You still haven’t answered me why you’re here.” He said. Y/N decided not to lie, or at least speak a little of the truth. “Researching, I’m writing a paper.” He looked at her nodded to continue. “I’m a history student.” Now that got his attention. “History, let me guess the subject you are writing about...” He paused “Is you.” Y/N answered honestly. He grinned a little clearly liking the compliment. “What you got so far?” He asked slowly moving his hands from your foot to your ankle. “Nothing, I thought I would find world changing intel, or would hate you or I don’t know, get to know the man behind the mask. So far, I have nothing the media haven’t already told us a hundred times.”  
“Research from today?” He asked changing ankles again. “Other than you giving amazing massages? Nothing. I don’t think I can impresse my professor with that.” she said softy, he chuckled.  
His hand moved up Y/N’s leg, pushing her dress up a bit, bending one knee, he softly kissed her calf. Your other leg still laying still on his legs. “What do you want to know.” He asked looking in her eyes while kissing the inside of her knee. Y/N’s heartbeat just went over the roof. “What?” She asked stunned. “You have the opportunity to ask me anything you want to know. Ask.” He almost ordered her.  
Ben was intrigued by Y/N, student who did her best to get invited to a party just to get to know him. For a paper but that didn’t matter. He wondered if she had known that this outfit would catch his eye. Her skin felt so soft against his lips. If he didn’t want to know more about her, he would have fucked her right then and there and left. But there was something about her, he couldn’t put his finger on it. And when she noticed his real smile, he knew she could see through his persona. He pushed her dress up just enough, to see her thighs and get a glimpse of her panties. While continuing to kiss her legs.  
Y/N was trying to think of a question, but Ben getting closer and closer to her core wasn’t making it easy. “You and Crimson Countess.” She started but stopped holding back a moan when he licked and sucked the inside of her thigh. “Yes..?” He asked innocent. “Is it all real, or just a publicity stunt?” Ben stopped moved your legs and seated himself between your legs. He looked at Y/N before answering. “It started as a stunt, I fell for her, but a month ago I found out that she doesn’t love me. We’ve been fighting since then. She doesn’t know why, she doesn’t know I know, so she pretends to be the jealous girlfriend. But I see through her.” He kissed her other thigh “more questions?” - “You like being a supe?” - ‘It has its pros and cons.” - “Cons?” She asked looking truly interested.  
“I’ve always wanted a family.” He caught himself confessing that to her. “But being a hero. Having a family isn’t something the company agrees to.”  Ben felt her hand against his cheek. Like she was saying your secret is save with me. He noticed her breath was getting heavy and he could hear her heartbeat. “My turn to ask something.” Ben moved Y/N’s dress even more up. Seeing her laced panties were damped. Y/N’s cheeks turned red. “Can I taste you?” He asked licking his lips.  
Y/N nodded without even realizing, “Words sweetheart.” He said while placing his hand over her clothed core feeling the warmth of his big hands. “Yes.” she whined softy. Ben moved her panties aside with a finger and started to lick her folds apart. “Hmm, so sweet.” He hummed against her core when he tastes her. His tongue flat against her stroking up and down. Her moans make him hard in his pants, he noticed her moving looking for more friction. “So needy sweetheart?” He asked while taking her panties off. Ben moves his mouth over her clit while teasing her with his fingers against her wet hole. “Ben...” she moans. “Yes baby, talk to me. Tell me what you want.”  
“More, I need to feel more of you.” She asked whining.  
Ben entered his finger inside her without warning, he felt her tightening around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” she moans. Moving and curling his finger until he found that one spot inside her.  Y/N is moaning his name like a prayer when he touched it, adding another finger. “Oh Ben, don’t stop, please, oh please don’t stop!!” She screams while moves her hands in his hair holding him closer to her clit. He licks her until she came down from her high. Ben cleaned his lips with the back of his hand looking at her laying there with her hands over her eyes. Y/N opened her eyes looking at him between her legs, waiting for a reaction from her.   
Y/N couldn’t believe what just happened. I just let Soldier Boy between my legs. But it felt oh so good... The heat inside Y/N didn’t go away. She looked at Ben, waiting for her reaction, she crawled up, pushing him back against the couch without breaking eye contact, she could see the fire in his green eyes. She undid his belt, lowered his pants and underwear, he gladly helped her. She was shocked to see that not only his hands were big. She wrapped her hands at his shaft slowly pumping, she kept looking him in the eye. Ben threw his head back and moaned her name while his hand found its way to her hair, she knew what he meant but decided the torture him a little. “Use your words baby.” She said teasingly. Ben looked back at her almost proud of her cockiness. “I’m wondering how sweet those perfect red lips would feel around my cock. What it would feel like if I fuck that dirty little mouth of yours.” He said not even blushing.  
He tried to push her again towards his pulsing dick. “Uh uh uh” Y/N said “I’m in charge now.” She heard him growl of frustration. Instead of taking him in her mouth she got a little lower and sucked softly at his balls while she turned her wrist while pumping harder. “Fuuuck!” He said while his hips bucked up and head fell back again. Without leaving him time to recover she took his cock in her mouth taking him in as far as she could. Making him cling back on to her head and moan again. “Jesus Christ, you really are a dirty little student aren’t you.” That made Y/N moan with his cock in her mouth. With a pop she let go of him straddling him. He took off the rest of his costume before ripping her dress apart from her back. “BEN!” That’s the only thing I have to wear tonight!” He smirked; “you won’t be needing it anymore sweetheart.” 
Y/N held his cock, pushing herself down on it, she could feel the sting but damn it felt so good, she knew from the second he was inside her that she was addicted to him, to them having sex. While she was riding him hard, he was licking and sucking her breasts making sure he left marks. Ben could feel that she was close so he helped her by playing with her clit again. Her nails dug in and pulled his hair while her head found its way to his neck. “Let go Y/N, come on baby ,let me hear how much you like it.” He pushed her to her limits screaming and shaking what seemed for hours. Her legs felt jelly. Ben lifted her up pushed her breast against the back of the couch while she sat on her knees as he stood behind her, pushing in again. He didn’t slow down he pushed her over the edge again, but this time the feeling of her tightening around him and her moans made him come too.  
As he came down from his high, he took a step back and got a couple of tissues for her. “Thanks.” she said while cleaning herself up. “I should have asked this before, but eh, are you eh.” - “No worries, birth control pill.” she answered out of breath. “Ok good.” He sighted. As she sat down on the couch, she looked at her dress. “Well, this one is ripped to pieces. I guess I have spare clothing at the hotel but. I still need to get there, preferably not butt naked.” Y/N said to herself.  
You can stay here for the night, by the morning I can fix you something to wear.” Ben answered. “You want me to stay?” He looked confused. “Is that such a weird question? I just was balls deep in you but staying the night is a strange request?” - “Yes, no, I mean I didn’t figure you as the “let’s actually sleep together” type of guy. “I usually am not.” He answered honestly. “But I own you a couple of more answers for your paper. Especially after what that mouth did to me.” He winked making her blush.  
Ben looked outside in the hallway. “Clear.” He said before he and Y/N walked out. Y/N wore his green shirt, it was long enough to just cover her butt. Ben only in his pants holding his protecting gear and her shoes/dress. After they took the elevator to the top floor, he opened another door to his bedroom. “Wow.” she said looking at the Kingsize bed and the room that could easy be a ballroom. She sees a bathroom “Hey Ben?” She asked. He looked to her while he was pouring another drink. “Would you mind if I take a quick shower?” “Make yourself comfortable, but eh, don’t close the door” He said biting his lip. Y/N shook her head and walked over to the bathroom dropping his shirt halfway to the floor, swaying her hips. Pretending to be overconfident going with her hands through her hair, letting it all down.  
Ben shook his head, this woman was something different he thought. Taking a sip as he watched her getting in the shower. He put on a vinyl with a slow sensual sound to it as he heard her getting out of the shower. He looked in Countess her dresser, she hated this babydoll dress he bought for her a while ago. He placed it on the bed before he got in himself sitting against the board waiting for her.  
Y/N walked out the bathroom with the same confidence. She stood completely naked in front of the bed. “Is this for me?” She asked. “I’m not wearing it.” He smirked “It’s beautiful.” She said while putting it on before getting in the bed with him. He held her close, her head against his muscled body her arm wrapped around his chest. For some reason this felt good. Within seconds she fell asleep.  
Y/N woke up with the feeling of a hangover. “Y/N OMG! You got to get up! You’re missing your history class!” He roommate Ruby yelled. Your eyes flew open you looked at the clock not realising where you were. “Wait, what?” Was it all a dream she thought. But when she got up Ruby looked over at her. “What are you wearing?” - “I, eh I have no idea. ”Y/N answered seeing the babydoll dress in the mirror- “Girl I thought I was a party animal, but your blackouts seen legit! Anyway, got to run. Kiss kiss.” She said. Y/N still felt sore in her legs but managed to get dressed and walked through downtown towards the university head in the clouds.  
Little did she know that Ben had recently escaped Russia. He just got a haircut and was walking on the opposite sidewalk looking around looking for something he could remember. As his eyes fell on Y/N he was stunned. She hasn’t aged a day! He ran acrossed the street trying to follow her but lost Y/N in the crowd.  
Y/N got to her history class 20 minutes late. “I’m so, so sorry sir.” She ran in. He looked at her nodded her to take a seat. Ben was still walking towards the only university he knew in New York. He walked in and started to look around. When he sees the librarian, he asked for history class. Her eyes grew big when she recognised him. 1st floor, 5th door to your right. He thanked her and walked fast. He heard the professor talk. “So that will be all for me today, it’s up to you. I will call out your name and you will all present your papers on famous of non-famous superheroes in our history in front of the class. Miss Y/L/N since you had chosen one of my favourites, please take the stage.” Y/N got up very slowly not noticing Ben looking through the small window. “I chose Soldier boy, but eh, to be honest, I didn’t find enough new material and eh...” “What where recourses?” Your professor asked stern.  “Mostly library, but eh I tried to take an interview, eh..” Y/N could feel her face getting red.  
 
"But she didn’t have enough time to finish it.” A voice behind her said. Y/N’s eyes grew big looking at Ben walking in. “And you are?” Her professor pierced his eyes. But when Ben walked towards the stairs his mannerism made her professor recognising his childhood hero stood in front of him.  
He came running down “S-Soldier Boy, it is an absolute honour to meet you!” He held out his hand and Ben shook, kneading it a little too hard. “Y/N tracked me down, finally found me last night, she begged for an interview.” He smirked, Y/N rolled her eyes. “But you know I got a little... distracted by her beauty.” He whispered to the professor the man smiled nervous. “And by the morning she was gone.” He looked at her. Y/N looked apologetic at Ben.  “Is that why you were late?” The professor looked at you. “Yes sir, I’m sorry, but I wanted an authentic paper, words from the man himself. And it wasn’t easy to find him.” She smiled shyly.  
“Ok, I’ll give you enough credit to pass this test, for now, but I expect a paper by the end of the year. Just make sure it thorough and authentic. See it as extra credit. You are for now dismissed Miss Y/L/N. Soldier Boy, sir.” He shook his hands again. As you and Ben walked out the classroom, he looked at you. “How, who are you?” He asked. You told him everything he wasn’t even surprised. “You know, I looked for you, back in ‘80. I couldn’t wrap my head around why you left.” Y/N gave Ben a confused look. “I thought that we had a... a thing.” He said, this was clearly difficult for him to admit. Y/N stopped walking not really understanding why the oldest supe alive saw something in you. But she held his arm in her hand to make him stop walking. And before she could think twice, she kissed his lips.  
When they separated Y/N said. “I don’t know what we’re going to do from now on, but we’ll figure it out.”  
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ghostheartfelt · 9 months
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*:・。☆ tags: cafe cuteness (fr), regular customer au, sunshine reader, grown attachments, pervert!venom, fem!reader, first introduction, no use of y/n, she/her prns used
〔☆〕 desc: you meet eddie during morning rush hour, vv understanding man who admires your connection with your customers and dedication towards your job. eddie's hungry for chocolate (n you), you pique interest in the host and his symbiote. very calm and soft start<3 u get both povs basically cause the way i write can b confusing :)
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a/n: u get both povs basically cause the way i write can b confusing :)
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Rush hour, you thought.
Your coworkers were racing in and out of the kitchen holding platters of fresh baked muffins and pitchers of orange juice.
In the evenings, the café is quieter and calmer - in the mornings, not so much.
You turned as someone called your name and nearly jumped out of your skin.
“Can you get the back left corner table napkins and jelly packets, please? That old woman is just about ready to throw her handbag at me,” your coworker, Becc (short for Becca), had asked you while balancing dirty plates going down both of her forearms.
“Yes, yes, I can—“ you nodded, waving her off as you rushed to the check-in desk, grabbing at a few jelly packs; orange marmalade, grape, and strawberry, as well as a new pack of napkins.
You did as Becc asked, bringing the items to the old woman who indeed was clutching her blue leather snakeskin handbag. “Sorry, ma’am, we’re a bit busy this morning.”
With no reply, she snagged an orange marmalade jelly packet from your hand as you were placing them on the table, causing you to flinch at the sudden action.
You as well unpackaged the napkins and placed them in the metal stand, then fixed your apron and walked back to the front desk as the welcoming bell’s ringing filled your ears.
A male in an olive green jacket and denim jeans, a gray undershirt, and black converse made his way towards the dine-in counter where you stood behind.
He had a scruffy yet handsome face, his hair slightly unkempt but in a way that you admired him. Your cheeks slightly flushed.
“Good morning,” he nodded at you respectfully.
“Good morning,” you replied, “just a table for one?”
You picked up a menu, clutching it to your chest as your fingers trace along the plastic cover.
“Yeah,” his eyes nervously dragged around though you let it go and took it in as some sort of social anxiety.
“Right this way, sir,” you lead the way, your head turning over your shoulder to make sure he hadn’t zoned out, turning it once again at the sight of him trailing behind.
“Will this booth work for you?” you placed the menu down and he slid it over with his thumb and pointer finger.
“Oh, yeah, nice cushioning,” he laughed nervously.
“Perfect - any drinks to start you off? Perhaps an O.J, or a coffee?” you straighten your posture, your shoulders slouched awkwardly.
“Coffee sounds great, side of cream of sugar, if that’s okay?” he looked up at you.
You were a nervous wreck, and he could tell - they could tell.
“I’ll have that right out for you,” you turned and took a step, though he put his hand on your shoulder.
“Shit, sorry, just uh—can I get a chocolate muffin as soon as possible?” his lips overlapped one another as he let go, though you blinked and smiled.
“Of course, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you’d like anything on the side.” You bit your bottom lip with embarrassment.
The man was rather distracting, your eyes dragging over and analyzing every feature his face held. He had blue eyes with soft bags, tiresome dark circles and a muscular build. You had an oddly specific type.
“Oh, no, don’t apologize,” he scoffed with a small smile.
You smiled back and turned on the heels of your white sneakers and headed to the kitchen.
“SHE SMELT DELICIOUS,” a deep and grim voice echoed in the brunette’s mind.
“Quit smelling random people like some pervert, V,” the man whispered to himself.
“NOT RANDOM, JUST HER,”
“Well, we can’t eat her,” he bit the flesh on the inside of his cheek as he looked outside the window, his forehead in the palm of his hand.
“WE WILL NOT,” the voice snarled deeply. “GET TIRED OF CHICKENS.”
“I know, V, but you can’t just go around the city beheading random people, so for right now we need to deal with chickens.” He grunted.
“BUT THEY ARE BAD, BAD PEOPLE SHOULD SUFFER AND DIE,” the voice grew louder, irritated by his response. “WE KILL, WE SAVE!”
“Yeah, well, we kill, we also risk our lives, V.”
“SHE IS COMING,” it snarked, evading his head.
The brunette turned his head to watch you walk over to his booth, a muffin and a cup of coffee on a large round tray that you balanced on your open palm, waving at frequent customers with a tug at both corners of your lips.
“I’m sorry for the wait, sir,” you grab the plate and set it on the table along with the mug of java.
“Just call me Eddie,” he nodded as thanks, taking a bite out of the muffin.
You introduced yourself, drumming your fingers on your server book before opening it. “Did you want anything else this morning, Eddie?” You clicked your fuzzy purple pen as you spoke with a bubbly voice.
“WE LIKED THAT,” the voice boomed through his head again causing Eddie to swallow thickly.
“I think we—I’m okay,” he stammered slightly, a nervous smirk curving one corner of his mouth upward.
He was cute, your hip dropped to the side slightly. You bit your lip to suppress a smile, instead giving a small laugh.
“Just wave at me when you’re ready for your bill, okay?” you close the book and turn once again to assist another table.
“HUNGRY,”
“Alright, V, just hold on a second,” Eddie peeled back the cover on the small creamer packet, then poured it into the coffee along with two packets of sugar.
Your fingers dig into the pocket of your apron to take out a few crayons wrapped in plastic and place them on the table along with a kids menu. A small ravenette boy with curly locks and smooth dark skin smiled at you brightly as he took out the green crayon and coloured in the small dinosaurs sprinkled across the kids menu.
“Thank you,” his mother sipped her cup of hot tea, her french-tip nails clicking against the glass as she loops her finger through the handle.
“Of course, what can I start you two off with this morning?” you leaned on your toes, then met back with the ground.
“For him, I think just a small pancake—“ she gently tapped the boy’s knuckles with her thumb, then began signing in what you assumed was American sign language.
You observed closely, watching in awe as he signed back to his mother, an exciting smile never leaving his face as he signed a “thank you,” to you.
You knew a bit of signing from your highschool years, so you replied with “you’re welcome,” enthusiastically, hugging yourself to gesture an air hug.
“A pancake is fine for him, some fruit on the side?” she smiled. “Is pot roast on the menu right now, dear?”
“Yes, there’s about ten more minutes until it’s done, if that is alright with you?” you wrote down the mention of extra fruit in your book.
“As long as it’s fresh, am I right?” she let out a heartwarming laugh, earning a small giggle from you as well. “Oh, and three cornbread biscuits.”
“That’s when it’s best, and sounds great - any juice for the little one?” your eyes dragged over to him craning his neck to sip out of the plastic cup of water that was given to his mother with her tea. Your heart fluttered with baby fever.
She caught his attention once more, signing with her fingers.
“Sprite, thank you,” the mother rejoiced.
You toyed with the hem of your apron. “I’ll have it right out for you two,” you scrambled toward the kitchen.
“WHERE DID SHE GO?”
“She’s helping others,” Eddie swirled the little bit of cold coffee in the bottom of his cup, slowly adjusting himself as he watched you set down a small plastic cup with a yellow lid in front of a child, then a bowl in front of his mother.
You place a straw on the table, then walk back to the brunette who had introduced himself as “Eddie”, which you admired. It fit his face well.
“I’m so sorry for the wait, Eddie,” you smile nervously with your eyebrows pinched together as you hand him his bill and a pen.
“Hey, it’s no problem, seriously.” He took it from your hands, scanning it over. “Thank you,”
“Of course,” you quipped. “Tell me if you need anything, I’ll be back,”
“LITTLE MORSEL,” the voice purred. “WILL WE COME BACK, EDDIE?”
Yeah - yeah, we will, V. Eddie watched you leave to assist another group of people walking into the small café as he took out his wallet, setting down two twenty dollar bills for a tip and his credit card for the rest.
“WANT TO MEET HER,” it grunted.
No, we might never even see her again.
“YOU ARE A LOSER.”
You sped back over, exhaling heavily. “It’s getting busier and busier, I’m sorry for the delay of getting you out the door,”
“No need for all the apologies, seriously,” he scoffed.
“Right, sorry—“ you blinked. “The tip, Eddie, that’s so much,”
“THAT SOUNDS—“
Knock it off, perv.
“I was a journalist, that’s nothing to me,”
Your cheeks flushed, but you thanked him again and guided him to the front desk.
“Any chance you’ll be here tomorrow?”
“YES!” it boomed.
“Actually, I won’t,” you hum sadly.
“NO—“ it snarled.
“But I work every Wednesday through Saturday,” you smiled.
“Okay, good to know,”
Your heart thumped in your chest, you were frozen in place in fear of him actually having the ability to hear, which Eddie himself couldn’t - but he could.
“SHE IS NERVOUS, EDDIE,”
Of us?
“OF YOU,”
Did Eddie want to get to know you more? Or possibly were you just that good of a waitress? God, now you were really overthinking things - is that why he tipped you so much? Did he not actually pique interest in you?
“Are you alright?”
You were so captivated in thought you hadn’t even realized you were still holding the brunette’s credit card in the machine; blinking for you to take it out - you felt your ear tips heat up.
“Sorry, I space out sometimes,” you gently pulled out his credit card and handed it to him, which he grabbed with two fingers.
“Not a problem,” there was a genuine tone on his tongue that delivered you some comfort.
“Have a great day, Eddie,” you waved to him as he left the building which he warmly returned; your heart feeling a sudden loneliness as he escaped your peripheral view.
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toxicbrothel · 2 months
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waitress x non-canon, chubby nwJoel ty @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for the prompt 💕 and @beefrobeefcal for the gif & making the world go round
Working at Golden Corral, you’ve noticed the regulars and sometimes made polite conversation. Hypothetically, there’s a guy, Joel, who’s not bad looking.  He’s always worn PJs and smelled like weed, which made him less intimidating, despite his impressive physique and panty-dropping scruff. He’s been coming in with his brother every Sunday for a long time, and until recently, Joel was always in great shape – apparently a huge gym rat. A couple months ago, he had to have knee surgery, which really sidelined his work-outs. Shortly after that, you began to notice him gaining weight. He didn't adjust his portions at all to account for his lack of burning calories. Weight gain wasn’t uncommon to see at your restaurant, but you’d never seen someone round out so quickly. 
One night, Joel was going back for thirds. He was standing at the buffet line with his t-shirt stretched across his belly, and the garlic bread pan was empty. He looked disappointed, so you offered, “I can grab more.”
“Hell yeah,” he replied. "Attagirl." Your face got all hot.
“I’ll bring them to your table,” you offered. 
You had to deal with something on your way to the kitchen, and it took you twenty minutes to return with the bread. You began to approach his booth, then noticed he was sitting back with his PJ waistband below his belly. His happy trail was exposed, and he had his hand under his t-shirt, further stretching the fabric as he rubbed his belly. You thought you should turn around and give him some privacy, but it was too late, he must have felt you staring. His eyes lit up at the sight of you with a plate stacked high with garlic bread. With some effort, he managed to sit up straight and fixed his shirt, but not in an embarrassed way at all. You approached and apologized, “Sorry I didn’t get them out in time.” 
“What are you sorry for? I’m still right here, sugar.” 
His brother laughed at him. “You serious, man?” 
“Why not,” Joel replied. You retreated to your duties, wiping tables down, but you occasionally glanced over as he packed in every piece of that bread. By the time the plate was empty, he was holding his belly with two hands. When it was time to leave, he was slow to get out of the booth and held onto the table for leverage. He kept one hand on his belly as he waddled. They said goodnight to you on their way to pay, but you could still hear them in line as you cleaned the buffet pans. 
“I’m tellin’ ya, man,” his brother said. “Put on some real fuckin’ clothes, and you’ll see.” 
“These are real clothes, Tommy,” Joel scoffed. 
“You know what I mean,” Tommy said. “You gotta slow down, man. It ain’t healthy. A few more pounds and you may never get back to the gym.” 
Joel dismissed him with a, “Nah. I’ll be liftin’ heavy again in no time.” 
“I bet ya couldn’t fit into my clothes now if ya tried,” his brother taunted.
“Sure I can, man. You’re the one with that big, barrel chest.” 
You think you can fit into my clothes? Let’s put money on it. We’ll go trade right now and wear’em home.” The prospect of this made your chest flutter and you tingled between the legs. 
Joel replied, “I don’t need money, man. but when they do fit, you gotta smoke a bowl with me.” 
“Deal,” 
They went to the bathroom, and you tried not to stare as they came out. This plaid snap-button shirt was just absurd on Joel. As they walked by, you heard Tommy laugh, “You could just admit they don’t fit.” Every button was hanging on for dear life. The bottom two didn’t even button.  The jeans were unbuttoned, too. And, most striking of all, Joel was clearly sucking it in, and it looked like he was struggling. You tried to stop staring but couldn’t. The display of sheer indulgence was making  you throb. 
Eventually, Joel had to breathe, and when he exhaled, his belly expanded so far that every last button popped open, and Joel moaned in relief. 
“Told ya, man,” Tommy laughed next to him. “Look at this gut.” He jiggled Joel’s belly. “I’ll help ya get back in shape, brother.” 
Joel groaned and held his pot belly with both hands as Tommy paid. Joel looked down and lifted it up, let it drop, and winced. Tommy had to stop at the door and wait for Joel to catch up. You kinda hoped Joel wouldn’t get in shape right away. But he was always hot.
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practically written by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog with a BIG thot. 💕. ILY BEEFRO!!! Ty for the gif! 💕
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808airsoftbros · 10 months
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My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.1 (Shen Xiaoting)
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Restocking the canned food section as per usual, there were plenty of empty shelves as my store is quite popular in town. 
“Hey, Y/N, fill up the canned vegetables and you can go on your break,” My manager ordered and I nodded. 
Taking the boxes of canned mixed vegetables and carrots, I take out my box cutter and cut the tape to open up the lids. 
As I was placing the cans nicely on the shelf to make it look presentable, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder and I turned around to see a woman wearing a black coat and sunglasses. 
“Can I help you, ma’am?” I politely asked. 
“Sorry for bothering you, sir, but could you perhaps guide me to the alcohol section?” She asked and I nodded. 
“Sure, no problem,” I answered and she thanked me. 
Guiding her to the alcohol isle, I showed her all of the choices of wines, beer, soju, and all sorts of shit that we sell here. 
“Wah, this is quite a lot, what do you recommend?” She asked. 
“Uhm, I’d love to answer that but I’m only nineteen years old, my apologies,” I answered and she chuckled. 
“Ah, I see, it’s no problem, just shows your a good boy, right~?” She teased and I blushed. 
“H-Haha, t-thank you, ma’am, is there anything else you require?” I politely asked and she giggled. 
“Yeah, just one more thing... Mind if I borrow your phone for a bit?” She asked and I reluctantly handed over my cellphone. 
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to steal it,” She assured as she takes my phone. 
Having no clue what the hell she’s doing on my phone, she typed something in it, and returned it to me. 
Looking at the screen, I was shocked to see that she put her phone number in my contacts. 
“Do call me sometime, I’d love to talk to you whenever you’re free~,” She suggested and I nervously nodded. 
“O-Of course, ma’am, I’ll be returning to my work if you don’t need anything else,” I replied and she blew a kiss before waving me goodbye. 
After that strange interaction with the customer, I returned to my task at restocking the canned vegetables. 
When I finished up, I went on my last break of my shift, I go into the breakroom, sit on the chair, and take out my phone. 
Staring at the screen, I began to wonder if that strange woman was actually serious or just toying with my feelings. 
Shrugging it off, I watched some videos on Youtube until my break was over, and returned to my shift. 
We finished up the load for today, I clocked out, and got into my car to drive back to my apartment. 
Once I arrived at my apartment, I change clothes, shower, and cook dinner for myself. 
Suddenly, I heard a ring coming from my phone, looking at the screen I see a text message from that woman. 
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Holy fuck is this some kind of date or something?! Because I believe she asked me out but I do wonder why she would ask someone like me on a date? 
When I first saw her, she was beautiful so she could choose all of the hundreds of men who are better than me yet she still chooses me. 
Guess there’s only one way to find out if this is some kind of date or just a regular hangout or chat like friends... 
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No expectations |N. Romanoff
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Summary: y/n and Natasha have been going out for a while, just taking it slow. One night, as they go further than they had before, Natasha decides to tell y/n that she has never had sex.
Pairing: g!p Natasha x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, fluff, g!p Natasha, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, dirty talk, praise, oral (Nat receiving), fingering, breeding kink, just some soft sex, pet names (princess, baby)
Word count: 3010, a bit longer than my regular ones.
A/N: I decided to try a POV switch during this so I really hope it didn't seem confusing…
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“So, I was thinking…maybe we could go out again tonight? Maybe at 6?” I suggested while looking at Natasha expectantly.
Her lips turned up into a smile and she nodded. “I’d love that.”
I returned her smile before placing my hands on her waist, pulling her into a kiss. I moved my lips against hers slowly before pulling away. I gave her another smile before letting go and walking backwards, still keeping eye contact until I was out of the kitchen. 
I grinned to myself as I walked down the hallway towards my room, excited for what tonight would hopefully bring. I had been going out with Natasha for about 3 months now, just taking it slow and getting to know each other. However, 3 months is a long time without sex and I was determined to make tonight the night.
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Natasha kept smiling as you walked out of the room, equally excited for the evening. She opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle before closing it and leaning back against the cold metal door. She took a long sip before pulling the bottle away, letting out a deep breath and screwing the cap back on.
“Hydrating for tonight?” Bucky smirked from the dining table where he had witnessed the girls’ interaction.
Natasha raised an eyebrow at the other assassin, confused at what he was trying to imply. “For the date?”
He shook his head with a chuckle and laid his book down on the table. “For what comes after the date.”
Natasha sighed. “It’s not that kind of date. We’re not there yet.”
“You might not be, y/n definitely is.”
She furrowed her eyebrows. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
She walked around the kitchen island and sat down at the table across from Bucky. “What am I supposed to do? I’m not exactly experienced…”
“You've never…?” he dragged out the sentence, waiting for Natasha’s reply.
“Well, I never got to have that whole ‘teenagers make dumb sex desicions’ thing, there wasn’t a lot of time for that in the red room. And then after I got out it just seemed like it was a bit too late to have my first time so I just kind of forgot about it, figured it probably just wouldn't happen.” She explained while fiddling with the bottle in her hands.
“But then you met y/n.” he smiled.
She sighed, returning the smile with a nod. “Yup. I see myself spending the rest of my life with her, if I don’t scare her off with the whole virgin thing that is.”
Bucky let out a chuckle. “You wouldn't scare her off. If my intel is correct-”
“Intel being that y/n’s best friend is Steve who tells you everything?”
“Yup. So if what Steve has told me is correct then she definitely feels the same way as you. Just tell her, I’m sure tonight will go great for you.”
She stayed quiet for a few seconds before nodding. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Bucky.”
“Of course. Now go get ready to fuck her, alright?”
Natasha laughed and stood up. “You got it.”
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I smoothed out my outfit in the mirror as I waited for Natasha to knock on my door. I had picked out a black, gold belted, spaghetti strap jumpsuit, the fabric was just too soft not to wear. I had put on some light makeup, red smudge proof lipstick covered my lips to give me an elegant feel. Once I was satisfied with my looks I walked to my door to put on some black heels and waited patiently for my date to arrive.
Just on time a knock sounded at my door and I opened it a little too quickly, grimacing a bit at Natasha’s surprised expression as she had barely finished knocking.
She smiled at me, eyeing me up and down. “You look beautiful.”
“So do you.” I took her hand in my own and laced our fingers together. I could see a slight blush cover her cheeks but she looked away and started to walk with me to the elevators.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we stepped into the box, the button to the lobby pressed.
“That’s a surprise.” She brought our hands up to her mouth and placed a kiss on the back of mine.
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The restaurant we went to was beautiful, the dimmed lights with the brick walls and dark oak gave the place a romantic and rustic feel. The night flew by with conversations and food, the few wine glasses I had ordered helped ease up some of my nervousness.
Natasha grabbed my hand and rubbed it with her thumb, her eyes focused on mine intently. “Should we head back?”
I nodded and we stood up, our bill already paid and a taxi was ordered and waiting outside. We walked out and got into the car and soon enough we were on our way to the tower. The ride wasn’t too long and once we arrived we were quick to hurry out to the lobby and into an elevator.
Once the door slid closed I grabbed Natasha’s face and pulled her into a searing kiss, pushing her back against one of the walls. I moved my hands down to her waist as hers tangled into my hair, tugging on it as she deepened the kiss. Her soft lips moved against mine as we both breathed heavily through our noses, my hands moving to her back to press her harder against me.
The elevator signalled our stop and we quickly moved out, only parting to get inside of my room. As soon as the door was closed I pushed her against it, my heartbeat quickening by the second as we fumbled to take off our clothes. She pulled the straps of my jumpsuit down my arms and the top pooled around my waist, my black lacy bra on full display.
Her blazer hit the floor and I pulled her shirt up over her arms before I reached out to unbutton her pants. Her hands tried to stop mine as she mumbled against my lips. “Wait-” I started to kiss across her jaw and to her neck until she spoke again. “Wait!”
I pulled away quickly and searched her face. “What, did I do something wrong?”
She quickly shook her head. “No no, don’t worry. It’s just that…I haven’t had sex before…” she looked down at the floor to avoid my gaze.
I sighed and put my hands on her upper arms. “Tasha, it’s ok. I’m cool with waiting if that’s what you want.”
She looked back at me. “No, that’s not what I want. I just wanted to warn you that I have no experience. This might be absolutely terrible.”
I chuckled. “Well, if it’s terrible then that’s the way it is. I want you, no matter what. And if you want this as well then let’s do it. No expectations.”
“No expectations.” she repeated.
I slowly leaned in, brushing my lips against hers lightly. “Good.” I cupped her cheek and brought her in, giving her a small kiss before moving to her pants once more. I unbuttoned them slowly before pulling the zipper down. Our breaths mingled together as our foreheads were pressed against one another, our noses touching as I pulled her pants down.
She kicked the garment away and grabbed her bra, unclipping it before dragging the straps down and letting it fall onto the floor. I let out a breath as I looked at her naked chest, reaching out to trace the curves with my fingers. I made eye contact with her before kissing her again, whispering against her lips. “You’re beautiful.”
She gave me a shy smile before taking hold of my jumpsuit, pulling it down before she crouched in front of me. She threw my clothes away before kissing my leg, staring up at me while she started to pull herself up, placing kisses the entire way. She kissed up my stomach and between my breasts before placing her lips on my neck, gently sucking and nibbling.
I let out a sigh of pleasure and wrapped my arms around her waist to hold her against me. I laced my fingers through her hair and pulled her face up to mash my lips against hers hungrily. I turned her around and pushed her backwards until we reached the bed, falling onto it. 
She let out a giggle and I kissed her cheek before getting off of her so we could move to the middle of the bed. I kissed her chest and started to move down her body until I reached her underwear. I toyed with the hem as I looked up at her, her eyes locked with mine as she waited for my next move. I started to slowly pull her underwear down her thighs, her cock stood hard after being freed from the garment that I threw away behind me. 
I wrapped my fingers around her cock and pumped slowly up and down while watching her mouth fall open and her eyes fluttering closed.
“Oh my god…” she breathed out.
I licked the tip and noticed the shudder that went through her body. I gently wrapped my lips around her and moved my head down before pulling back up. The groans she let out fueled my need to make her feel as good as possible. I took as much of her as I could into my mouth and used my hand on the parts that I couldn't quite reach.
Her hand grabbed onto my hair as her hips bucked a little and I couldn't help but let out a choking noise. I could tell she immediately panicked, pulling me off of her to look at my face. “I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to!”
I started to laugh, moving up to kiss her lips. My laughter didn't stop even when I saw her worried expression as she cradled my face. “It’s ok.” I finally got out.
“No, no I hurt you.” she said sadly.
I shook my head with a grin, small chuckles still falling out. “Seriously, you didn't. I can take a lot, I’m totally fine.”
“Are you sure?” she still searched my eyes for any form of lies.
I leaned in close. “I’m 100% sure.” I smiled before giving her lips a quick peck.
She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me tightly to lie on top of her chest. She nuzzled her head into my hair and breathed in my smell. “Maybe we should stop.”
I moved my head to look at her. “Do you want to?”
She waited for a few seconds before answering. “Not really.”
“Then we’re not stopping. No expectations, remember?”
She started to fiddle with the back of my bra, unhooking it. I sat up a little and pulled it off completely before leaning in to kiss her. This time the kiss grew messy, our teeth clashing together as her nails scratched down my back. I could feel her fast heartbeat against my chest and I was sure she could feel the same from me.
I bit her lip and dragged it down, a moan falling from her before she pushed me off of her, moving to have me pinned against the bed under her. She was quick to take off my underwear, her hand cupping my pussy before dragging her fingers against it, feeling just how wet I was.
I grabbed her cock again and started to stroke her, her fingers moving against me at the same pace. She slipped them into me, moving them a little awkwardly and I let out a small chuckle and she looked at my face nervously. She let out an embarrassed sigh and stopped her fingers.
“No no! You’re doing great, baby.” I tried to assure her.
“Then why are you laughing?”
I smiled softly at her. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. Here, let me show you.”
I put out my hand and placed my middle and ring finger together before showing her how to move them. She copied my movements inside of me, trying to figure out where to push her fingers against. I let out a moan as she found my spot and I could see how excited she got from this.
“Just like that, keep going like that.” I told her before I started to stroke her cock again.
She pressed her forehead against mine as we kept going, our moans sounding through the room. She started to quicken her fingers as I kept responding to the pleasure, only a minute had passed and she already knew just how to work me.
“Ok, I can’t wait any longer.” I sighed and pulled her hand away from me. I pushed the head of her cock against my hole and she adjusted her position, her forearms caging my head in as she held herself up. “Just buck your hips into me.”
She nodded and kissed me before doing as I said. I moaned into the kiss as she started to fill me up, stretching me out around her.
She let out a hiss before gasping once she was fully in. “g-god…that feels so fucking good…”
I smiled a little. “Yeah?”
“I wasn’t expecting it to feel like that.” she said, amazement clear on her face. “Not in a bad way, in a very, very good way.”
I giggled. “You feel really good as well. It didn't hit me just how big you are until now that you’re inside of me.”
I could see her lip tremble before she bit down on it, letting out a groan. “C-can I move?”
I nodded against her forehead. “Please do.”
She pulled her hips back until she was almost completely out of me before thrusting back in, gasping at the feeling. She was quickly getting addicted, moving faster than I had expected her to.
I moaned and gripped her back, my nails raking down it. She moved one of her hands down to hold my leg up against her hips, her cock hitting me at another angle that made my eyes roll back into my head.
“Oh my god, you’re pussy feels so fucking amazing, y/n~” she whined.
“Shit- keep fucking me like that, Tash!”
She was panting and I could feel her breath against my cheek. She whined and moaned as she kept rigorously thrusting into me. “Such a pretty princess, you’re so beautiful~ I love you so much, need you so bad-” she nuzzled her face into my neck as she babbled.
My nails dug into her back as I nodded. “I love you too.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight- the way you’re squeezing me is making me lose it~”
I moved my legs, wrapping them around her to keep her as close as I could. My back arched at the new angle she was hitting me at, my moans loud as my eyes rolled back. “You fill me up so good! Never had anything like this, you’re the only one who can fuck me like this, baby~”
I could feel how shaky her breath was against my throat, the way she was bucking her hips into me was desperate and I could tell she was getting close. This time I was the one to push her onto her back as I straddled her, bouncing on her cock to bring her closer to her orgasm.
She let out a loud groan. “Fuuuuck, princess!” she gripped my hips to help me move.
I placed my hands on the sides of her head and continued to ride her as fast and hard as I could. “You wanna cum, baby? You wanna fill me up?”
She nodded, her eyes shut tight. “Please, I’m so close…”
“I’m gonna make you cum, don’t worry. Wanna make you cum so badly, need to feel you fuck your cum so deep inside of me~”
She grabbed my back and pushed my chest down against hers, cradling my face into her neck as she started to thrust up into me. “You gotta cum first, need to feel you squeeze my cock princess, been dreaming of it!”
I could barely hold on any longer as I could feel every inch of her cock inside of me, fitting so perfectly it was like it was meant to be. “Oh~ oh god~ I-I’m gonna-”
“Yes, yes, yes- fuck, cum around me~ cum around my cock as I fuck your pussy~”
My eyes closed quickly and I held onto her tightly as I came. My body was trembling as she fucked up into me, my high slowly turning into pleasurable pain as I slowly became sensitive.
“Fuck- fuck yes, I’m cumming princess~” she whined before I felt her cum spill inside of me, her hips not stopping but she had lost her pace, just fucking into me desperately. She started to slow down into a stop, her hands caressing my back gently as we both tried to catch our breaths. “Are you ok?”
I pushed myself up to look at her face as I nodded. “I’m perfect. Are you?”
Her mouth turned up into a big smile. “Never been better.”
I let out a soft chuckle before cuddling into her again. “Can we just stay like this for a while?”
“I’d prefer forever.”
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kingyo-konbini · 1 year
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LAVENDER LEMONADE [KOBY X READER]
[SUMMARY] you've had a crush on the koby for the longest time, but he only ever seems interested in talking to your coworker, luffy. you're not sure why the two seem to be engaged in some sort of secret conversation this time around, though. [PRONOUNS] gender neutral [GENRE] modern + coffee shop au [POV] second person [WORD COUNT] 2321 [CONTENT] fluff | assumed one-sided affection | awkward confessions | somewhat crack humor | joking about murder & suicide (in the gen z/millennial way) [A/N] belongs to this one shot collection. honestly did not intend for it to be as long as it is but I apparently have a lot of feelings for koby
Smooth jazz filtered through the air, mixing in perfectly with the lax attitude of the cafe and the light ringing of the bells above the door.
You liked Sunday afternoons. More specifically, you liked Sunday afternoons in late April to early June. Spring was in full swing, if not beginning to dip into summer, and the light blue sky and quiet breeze exuded an air of calmness into your usually quite hectic life.
Regardless of the season, though, Sunday afternoons were always a welcome respite; the morning rush finished with and the end of the week close on your heels. Suffice it to say, there were many things you liked about Sunday afternoons, but if you had to pick a favorite…
Well, it wasn’t a hard decision.
“Hey, [Name]-san!” Koby greeted you, grinning ear-to-ear. You beamed, heart skipping a beat at his kind eyes. “It’s good to see you, as always.”
“I told you not to call me that, just [Name] is fine! But yeah, you too, Koby.” You looked at the blond, sunglasses-wearing man (why he insisted on wearing them indoors, you would never know) next to him. “And you, Helmeppo.” Just once, once you wished Koby would show up to the cafe without Helmeppo. Not that you didn’t like the guy– he was fine. It’d just be easier to ask for Koby’s number without him there, embarrassment eating you alive slowly.
The blond returned your polite greeting just before Koby spoke again. “Is Luffy-san working today?”
And there it was, the real reason Koby insisted on coming to the cafe every Sunday: Luffy. You knew Koby frequented the cafe on other days as well, though Sundays were the day he always visited, without fail. You weren't a hundred percent sure why, considering Luffy didn't always work on Sundays, but you figured that it had to do with his schedule. It would have been stupid for you to even entertain the idea that Koby was a regular at the cafe because of you, especially since he always asked for your coworker if he didn’t spot him working the register. Plus, you knew he’d been a regular long before you began working at the Thousand Sunny, but still. You could pretend, couldn’t you?
No, of course not, not when he was looking at you so expectantly.
At first you’d wondered if Koby had a crush on Luffy, but then Nami informed you that it was more hero-worship than anything else. Luffy had apparently gotten Koby out of a really bad job and had somewhat indirectly connected him to his grandfather, who took him and Helmeppo under his wing.
It made sense, honestly, for Koby to look at Luffy with such admiration. You couldn’t blame him.
It still stung a little, though.
“Yeah, he’s just in the back bugging Sanji. I’ll go get him for you.” Your smile turned a little sad, despite your best efforts, and without waiting for a response you headed to the back, making your way to the kitchen. Sanji was fending off a rabid Luffy, yelling at him to get back to work and stop pestering him for the meat he was in the process of cooking.
“Luffy!” You called, grabbing both his and Sanji’s attention. “Koby’s looking for you.”
Your interruption allowed Luffy to snake his weirdly flexible arm past Sanji’s block and snag the meat right off the pan, tossing it in his mouth before the cook had a chance to stop him. “Koby!” Luffy cheered through a mouth full of food, launching himself past you to explode through the door. You offered Sanji a sympathetic shrug and ignored the way his expression went from aggravated to concerned, quickly following your coworker back to the front.
Luffy was perched on the counter, already engrossed in a conversation with his visitor, poor Helmeppo trying to get a word in when he could between the two’s rapid chatter. With a quiet sigh you input their regular order into the register and applied the friends and family discount, like you always did, and prepped it for their usual form of payment. Helmeppo noticed, like he always did, and paid as you went to work making their drinks.
A medium iced chai for Helmeppo, and a medium lavender lemonade for Koby. Sweet and pretty, just like him.
You silently made the drinks, the receipt rolling from the machine after the payment had been processed. By the time you turned back to the counter with the completed order, Luffy and Koby had disappeared, though you were quick to spot them in the far corner of the cafe. It looked like Koby was desperately urging Luffy to lower his voice, which you knew would be a losing battle. Despite how loud Luffy was, you couldn’t really make out what they were saying, the ambient noise doing just enough to drown out their words.
“Thanks, [Name].” Helmeppo nodded appreciatively, taking his drink from you while you placed Koby’s on the counter.
With no customers in line or looking to be in need of assistance, you leaned against the counter and folded your arms across your chest, nodding at the two men.
“What’s all that about?”
Helmeppo flinched, which, granted, was a bit odd, but you let it slide; you didn’t often talk directly to the guy, so it made sense that he’d be surprised by your words.
“Koby had something he wanted to ask Luffy-san about.”
“Really?” You frowned.
“Yeah. Just wanted some advice.” Helmeppo took a sip of his drink.
Your frown deepened. “Advice? What for?”
You got a shrug in response, which caused your lips to twist into a pout. You knew it wasn’t any of your business, but you honestly could not think of a single subject anyone would want to go to Luffy to for advice. He was a better soundboard for spontaneous decisions, always willing to support you if you wanted a quick adventure or had an idea you were just a bit too nervous to try on your own.
Faster than you thought possible, Luffy darted away from Koby, jumping over the counter and leaping into the back. You watched with wide eyes, continuously confused by his insistence of never entering or exiting the coffee bar in a normal way.
Glancing back to Koby, you saw that he had gone strangely pale, wide eyes flickering to yours for just a moment. He looked… nervous?
“Hey! Luffy, what are you-”
And then suddenly Luffy and Nami appeared, the former grasping the latter’s hand in a tight grip as he tugged her past the coffee bar and out to the cafe proper, ignoring the annoyed and disgruntled looks of the patrons who, honestly, should have been used to his antics by then.
Luffy dragged Nami to where Koby stood, and then the three began talking. Koby and Nami kept their voices low while Nami slapped a hand over Luffy’s mouth, effectively muffling his words.
Taking a moment to process what just happened, you eventually sighed and pulled yourself away from the counter, deciding it’d be best to just focus on tidying up rather than focus on whatever that was.
Well, at least with Nami present, Koby would hopefully be able to get some decent advice.
Helmeppo remained by the counter, sipping on his drink as he shifted his attention between his phone and the trio in the corner. Fine by you, you weren’t necessarily in the mood for chatting, anyways.
By the time you’d relegated yourself to wiping down the counters, the three had begun to disperse. Luffy had his signature, extremely large grin taking up most of his face, Nami was looking at you with a slight smirk and sparkle in her eyes, and Koby looked like he wanted to die.
At that point you weren’t sure you even wanted to know what had been discussed.
Luffy opened his mouth, but Nami quickly yanked him into the back before he could say anything. Helmeppo and Koby exchanged a few quiet words before the blond straight up left, nodding at you before he swiftly exited the cafe, effectively leaving you and Koby all alone.
“I’m scared to ask, but what was all that about?” You questioned after a minute, tilting your head to the side. “Helmeppo said you wanted to ask Luffy for some advice, which probably isn't necessarily the best idea, unless you were wanting encouragement to just go for whatever–”
“Will you go on a date with me?”
You stopped. Your jaw dropped, all words and thoughts disappearing from your mind in rapid succession. The world stopped spinning, and you’re pretty sure your heart stopped beating for a second there, too.
“Come again?”
Koby looked positively terrified, but you saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and seemed to muster his confidence. “I’m asking if you’d like to go on a date with me, [Name]-san.”
“Why?” You spluttered out, unable to stop yourself. God, just say yes! Why are you like this?
His face was impossibly red, but he maintained eye contact. “I’ve liked you for a while now, ever since I saw you on that first Sunday we met. I- I thought you were incredibly beautiful, but I didn’t know if you’d ever feel the same way.” His jaw clenched. “Luffy’s been telling me to just tell you, that you liked me too, but I didn’t believe him.”
Luffy knew? Luffy told Koby that you liked him? Luffy had somehow managed to keep his mouth shut about the entire thing for God knows how long?
Oh, you were going to kill him. You were going to ring his rubber-like neck–
“It wasn’t until he brought Nami-san out to confirm that you felt the same way that I was able to build up the courage to ask.” 
Oh my God, you were going to kill not just one, but two coworkers.
Sorry, Sanji. It had to be done.
“B- but if they were lying, and just messing with me, I- I completely understand!” Your eyes refocused, spotting the panic quickly enveloping his demeanor. “I- I’m sorry for bothering you, I’ll never talk to you again if you don’t want me to, I’m so sorry–”
He must have taken your silence as rejection. Your heart twisted in your chest, beating wildly against your ribcage.
“Oh my God, no! No!” You interrupted him, waving your hands in the air and shaking your head enthusiastically. “No! Koby, no! I’m sorry, I was thinking about how I was going to kill Luffy and Nami, that’s all!” You cringed as the words left your mouth. Just how badly could you fumble this opportunity? “N- not because they lied to you or anything! They didn’t! That’s why I have to kill them. I can’t believe they ratted on me–”
“Wait, so you really do like me too?” His words stopped you dead in your tracks, the smallest hint of hope audible to your ears. You took the moment to refocus, taking in the way the panic had begun to ebb away from his features. He was looking at you with a softness that made your knees weak, the corners of his lips twitching into a faint smile.
“Koby, I– yes.” I have been hopelessly crushing on you since we met. “Yes, I like you too, and yes, I’d love to go on a date with you.”
It felt like you were back in high school, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
The smile Koby directed at you was a reward in and of itself. You’d never seen him so happy, so relieved; you wanted to make him smile like that all the time.
He laughed, light and pleasant and wonderful. “I’m so glad. Thank you, [Name]-san–”
“Wait.” You held up a finger, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes widened. “I will go on a date with you, but only on one condition.”
You felt a little bad, seeing the way he quickly reverted to the meek, nervous Koby from before. “O- okay?”
“You have to stop calling me [Name]-san.”
It took a second, but he smiled and laughed again, eventually nodding. “Fine, I suppose that’s fair.” And there he was again, the confident, happy Koby you admired oh so much. “When does your shift end?”
“In about three hours.” You glanced at the clock, unable to stop the frown from appearing on your lips.
“Perfect! I have some errands I need to run, but would you like to get dinner with me once you're off?”
You looked back at him, cocking an eyebrow. “Just the two of us? No Helmeppo?”
He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head bashfully. “No Helmeppo.”
“Then yes, I would love that. But, uh, give me some time to get changed and ready and all that, first. Meet back here in about three and a half hours?”
“Sounds good.” He looked so happy, so pleased with himself and your response. You couldn’t help but attempt to match the brightness of his smile. “I’ll see you then, [Name].” The way he said your name without the honorific made you shiver. “Thanks for the drink.” He grabbed the long-forgotten lemonade and offered you a little wave, one which you happily returned.
“Any time. See you in a bit.”
With one last satisfied nod, Koby exited the cafe. You watched through the windows as Helmeppo attacked, throwing an arm around his friend’s shoulders, mouth moving a mile a minute. You flushed, the events of the past few minutes finally catching up to you, and you suddenly became aware that you were in public.
That entire exchange had been in public.
You wanted to crawl into a hole.
“Yay! I knew everything would turn out okay!” Luffy’s voice appeared from behind you.
Ah, yes. Right. Okay, new plan: murder Luffy and Nami, and then yourself.
But not until after your date.
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mixelation · 9 months
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hello yes i wrote team disaster babysitting. deidara pov because why not. i'm thinking AFTER their chunin exams (which they fail) so they're still sort of hanging out as a genin team but there's a somewhat established rapport with the Uzumaki-Namikaze social cloud, for example they've at least interacted with kakashi a few times
Deidara found himself alone in the mission office on a Friday morning. He’d volunteered to go while Tori and Itachi waited in line for breakfast, because waiting in line was for idiots. Also, he liked to be the one to pick missions. Tori wildly underestimated what she could handle, and Itachi picked missions based on what omiyage he could bring back to Sasuke. Nerds. 
“Hokage-sama requested your team specifically,” the desk-nin told Deidara. 
“Oh yeah?” Deidara asked, accepting the scroll. “Any idea what it is?”
With their team, it could range from anything to some insane and super fun S-rank down to a D-rank where someone fucked up the fuinjutsu trap on their front door and needed an expert to undo it, like the ninja equivalent of using your keys. Well. An S-rank wouldn’t come in a regular scroll. But it could be a B-rank…
The desk-nin just stared back at Deidara. “That’d be against protocol.”
Whatever. Boring. 
It would look bad for other people to see Deidara open the scroll without his team, so he hurried out of the office, dodging around a half-asleep chunin. As soon as he stepped out of the office proper, Hatake Kakashi of all people melted out of the fucking wall. 
“What the fuck,” Deidara swore at him, barely avoiding running right into him. 
“Hello there, my adorable ninja sibling,” Kakashi said, stepping right in his way. “I see you have a mission scroll. Have you opened it yet?”
Kakashi was grinning at him, so hard his one visible eye was crinkling. Also, only Kushina-sensei ever referred to them as “ninja siblings,” because that wasn’t a thing. Something was up. 
“It’s bad form to do it without your team,” Deidara replied slowly, hackles raised. When had Kakashi ever shown interest in their missions before they had a chance to go spectacularly wrong? 
“Oh, yes, good, good…” Kakashi said vaguely. “Well, I hope you three have fun.”
He disappeared in a whirlwind of leaves. What the fuck, indeed. 
Deidara ducked into the bathroom on the second floor to open the scroll. It wasn’t like it was illegal for him to do it– Konoha was just really into all their genin doing things together and blah blah blah. Whatever. 
The mission parameters of the scroll were actually quite short, which either meant something so classified they couldn’t print things, or the most boring mission possible. 
A big blue D ranking glared up at him. So it was the latter. Blegh. 
Babysitting…? 
xXx
“Not Kakashi-nii-san?” Naruto whined. “Dad, you promised–”
“Kakashi had… something to do,” Minato answered, shooting his son a placating smile. “But look, Sasuke’s here!”
Sasuke did not look happy to be there, fidgeting at Itachi’s side. Naruto gave him an extremely judgemental one-over. 
“We’re going to have tons of fun, Naruto-kun!” Tori said, putting on her most disarming smile and flashing a thumbs up. 
Naruto looked doubtful. Last time she’d been here, Tori had been very insistent on doing a jigsaw puzzle, because Tori was a nerd who liked puzzles and didn’t understand small children didn’t. Deidara wasn’t sure what the appeal of Hatake Kakashi as a babysitter was, but he definitely seemed cooler than Tori. 
Not cooler than Deidara, obviously. 
Kushina-sensei and Minato were going to go out to eat on a rare date night, and Kushina passed over a post-it note with the restaurant’s phone number. She said their plan afterwards was to take a “long, private walk” for several hours and that they could be reached via ANBU in case of a dire emergency. 
(Fuck. They were going to go off and fuck, possibly in the woods or some shit. Thanks for sharing, Kushina-sensei.) 
They received instructions for heating up dinner and Naruto’s bedtime, and then were left alone with the kids sitting around the dining table. 
“Do I really have to stay the entire night?” Sasuke demanded of Itachi as soon as the adults were gone. 
“Yeah, Mom says I have to give my bed to him,” Naruto agreed, crossing his arms in a stunning imitation of Kushina-sensei’s disapproval pose. “That’s just not fair.”
Sasuke stuck out his tongue, and Naruto wadded up his napkin and threw it at him. 
“Whoa there,” Tori protested, grabbing it out of the air. “That’s not a situationally appropriate way to express your feelings, Naruto.”
Had Tori… ever spoken to a child?
“Sasuke, we won’t be going home until after you’re asleep anyway,” Itachi said blandly. “Besides, you like Hokage-sama’s pancakes.”
Naruto brightened. “Dad said he’s making pancakes?”
Briefly distracted by the distant dream of pancakes that Itachi may or may not have just made up, the two boys calmed down enough for them to get dinner on the table. Then they immediately started bickering again. 
Deidara had no idea why Kushina-sensei insisted they were friends. Itachi also insisted this but Itachi was also, like, noticeably insane about all things Sasuke. Deidara just didn’t see the point of forcing playdates like this. 
“Okay, that’s it,” Deidra decided when Naruto flicked rice at Sasuke. “You lost seat privileges, yeah.”
“What–” Naruto started as Deidara picked him up by under his arms. “Hey!”
Deidara sat him back down at the other end of the table. Itachi wordlessly passed Naruto’s plate over. Sasuke looked like he desperately wanted to mock Naruto, but his eyes kept flicking back to Itachi. Apparently Sasuke could act slightly civilized with Itachi literally breathing down his back. 
Naruto got extremely pouty and refused to finish his whole meal, but they did get through dinner without a food fight. 
“I found a super fun game,” Tori announced while Itachi peeled and cut up pears for dessert. She set a box down on the table. “It’s a puzzle of the Elemental Nations, where each piece is a province! Is that fun?”
Both boys stared at her. Tori stared expectantly back at them, like she was waiting for them to burst into cheers any second. 
“Do you want to see what’s in my room?” Naruto offered. 
“Okay,” Sasuke agreed. 
Naruto grabbed the entire bowl of pears the second Itachi set it on the table and zipped off, Sasuke on his heels. Tori sunk into her chair, pulling the puzzlebox towards herself. 
“Well, I think it sounds fun,” she mumbled.  
There was the distinct sound of one of the boys slipping on the stairs, followed by the clang of the plastic bowl hitting the ground, and Itachi sighed and followed them. 
The next couple of hours Deidara would categorize as “not terrible, for a D-rank.” Deidara convinced the boys to abandon Itachi to clean up the pears, and Naruto very proudly showed off the little training target and plastic shuriken set he had in his room. The plastic shuriken couldn’t stick in anything, but they were weighted to mimic an actual shuriken, and the target mat hanging from the back of Naruto’s door  changed colors where pressure was applied, so you could see where you hit it. 
“Nii-san lets me use his real kunai,” Sasuke sniffed, even as he picked up a baby blue shuriken. 
“Well, he’s not supposed to,” Naruto countered. “Dad said.”
Deidara cut off the argument by picking up a pink shuriken and nailing the target in the center. 
They played with the shuriken for a while, and then Naruto unearthed a board game from the mess of his room. Both boys seemed very intent on beating each other, but Deidara got bored with it about three turns in, and Itachi showed back up with a washed bowl of cherries. Tori trailed in behind him with a deck of cards from the same pile of games she’d found the puzzle.
“I’ll teach you how to gamble,” she told the boys, and Itachi buried his face in his hands as both of them lit up.
Card games were fun for a few rounds, until it became clear that Tori didn’t didn’t know you were supposed to let little kids win every once in a while lest their little feelings get hurt. 
“Don’t show them your full hand until you’ve already won!” she proclaimed, pulling her pile of random game pieces they’d been betting with towards herself. 
“That means she’s cheating,” Deidara told the boys sagely. “You should throw her out, yeah.”
“I’m not cheating–” Tori protested. “Hey– hey!”
Watching Tori get wrestled out of the room by two eight year olds was, actually, one of the funniest things Deidara had ever seen. So, the night wasn’t so bad… right up until Itachi announced it was bedtime. 
“But we didn’t even finish our game,” Naruto protested, gesturing at the board game they’d abandoned. 
Sasuke’s eyes flicked between Itachi and Naruto. Sasuke had to be acutely aware of Itachi’s… personality. If Itachi decided you were going to do something, you were either going to do it, or you were going to have to unleash an S-ranked jutsu to make him back down. 
Sasuke might have been ready to defer to Itachi, but Naruto had a whole eight years of practice ignoring the Hokage himself. He puffed himself up and metaphorically dug his heels into the ground. And, to what looked like Itachi’s dawning horror, Sasuke decided he wasn’t going to let Naruto outdo him. 
“No,” Itachi said to Sasuke’s impressive puppy dog eyes, but Deidara could see him wavering. “No. Go brush your teeth.”
“RUN!” Naruto shrieked, and then the air was filled with glitter. 
“Oi,” Deidara protested, grabbing for him, but then immediately recoiled when his hand touched something slimy. 
Craft glue? Deidara wondered, barely registering Sasuke flipping the boardgame into Itachi’s face. Both boys run out of the room giggling. Is this why Kakashi was acting like that?
Kakashi had had to cut something strange out of his hair a couple months ago… 
“No, my puzzle!” Tori screeched from downstairs, so apparently she was useless. 
Itachi clicked his tongue in annoyance, and Deidara watched as he flash stepped over the stairs’ banister, rather than run down them like a normal person. Deidara followed him. 
Most little children usually couldn’t do their own jutsu or cunning plots to foil Uchiha Itachi. But most little children didn’t have full access to the Hokage’s house. 
“Later, loser!” Naruto yelled from what Deidara had thought to be a closet door in the living room, and then slammed it shut. There was a click and a flash of light to indicate a jutsu, and then absolute silence. 
Itachi stepped forward and tried the doorknob. It didn’t budge. 
“Oh, that’s…” Tori started. “Yeah, you’re not getting that open.”
It wasn’t a closet, apparently, but rather some sort of safe room. Whatever jutsu was on it not only prevented them from opening or kicking in the door, but it also completely soundproofed whatever was happening with Naruto and Sasuke on the inside. This was probably a good idea if the Hokage’s family had to hide during an emergency, but a terrible idea if your son was a little shit who hated bedtime. 
“If the Hokage and Kushina-sensei designed it, I doubt even you could blow it open,” Itachi said to Deidara. After a beat he added, “Not that you should try.”
“I’m sure they’ll get bored and come out, yeah,” Deidara replied. “I’m going to check out their movie collection.”
One movie later, during which Itachi paced around behind the couch and in front of the safe room door, it started to occur to Deidara that maybe they weren’t going to come out. Or, god forbid, they simply weren’t able to. 
“Tori,” Itachi whined. 
Tori made a big show of laboriously standing from the couch, but Deidara could tell she loved every second of it. 
“Let’s see what’s going on with this seal,” she said, and then slapped her hand against the door. She did it with more drama and flourish than she did most things, which was just how she did anything involving channeling her own chakra. It was sort of pathetic, in Deidara’s opinion, because nothing Tori could do with her own chakra as of now was nearly as impressive as the type of shit she did without it. 
This technique was one Deidara had witnessed Kushina-sensei teach her, and it was one of a number of super basic fuinjutsu skills Tori had somehow skipped. It was one of the few fuinjutsu “lessons” Tori had received where she didn’t get an internal-screaming looking in her eyes as Kushina-sensei explained something that Tori clearly already understood. The technique forced collapsed seals to unfold themselves. 
(“Have you just been working blind?” Kushina asked, aghast. 
“Sometimes?” Tori replied. “You don’t always need… well, I can unfold them with another seal–”
“Tori, that’s the hardest way to do it–”)
The seal appeared beneath Tori’s fingers, spidering out across the door and then onto the walls and even across the floor and ceiling. Tori took a step back, eyes darting around to study the seal as it grew. Deidara was no fuinjutsu expert, but this had way more parts than any of the barrier seals he’d seen Tori make before. 
“Jesus Christ,” Tori breathed out. She hadn’t accidentally sworn by her family’s god since the whole reincarnation thing, which meant whatever they were looking at was really, really bad. 
“Well,” Tori said after a beat. “It’s good for children to learn that their actions have consequences.”
“Tori,” Itachi hissed back at her. 
“What? They’ll be fine in there. It’ll only be, what? Three more hours, max?”
Itachi glared at the wall. 
“We could contact Kushina-sensei,” he said finally. 
“What, and ruin their date night?” Deidara countered. “I’m with Tori. Kushina-sensei would never let us live it down, and the kids will be fine, yeah.”
Itachi glared at the wall some more. He twitched. 
“Could you at least take down the soundproofing?” he asked finally. “What if they’re scared?”
Deidara groaned. What if they need a little snack? What if they have to pee? Who cares!
“Actually,” Tori said brightly, eyes still studying the seal, “it’s really well-integrated, so it’d be easier to undo the whole thing–”
Itachi twitched again. 
“You need to calm down, yeah,” Deidara told him. Tori wrinkled her nose at him. “If you get started about ‘microaggressions,’ again, Tori–”
Itachi did not calm down. Eventually, he summoned a crow to contact Hokage-sama, as if he didn’t care how hellish it was going to be to have to deal with Kushina-sensei after they box-blocked her. 
Also, like, rude? Even old people deserved to get some sometimes. 
“Okay, okay, fine,” Tori said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Itachi, can you use your Sharingan to confirm whose chakra is powering this thing?”
The crow stayed on Itachi’s shoulder as he studied the seal. 
“It’s a mix,” he said eventually. “Mostly Hokage-sama, with Kushina-sensei, and… ah, I guess the third one is Jiraiya-sama.”
“Okay, thanks,” Tori told him. “I think deactivating it is chakra-specific, so only those three people can do it. If you can find something in the house with some of their chakra, I might be able to trick it.”
Itachi nodded solemnly and then walked off, crow still on his shoulder. Tori continued to stare at the seal, biting her thumbnail in thought.
When Itachi was gone, Deidara asked, “What sort of object do you think he’ll find?”
“Oh, I just wanted him to go away,” Tori replied, leaning against the back of the couch. “If Itachi finds anything, I’ll tell him it’s not enough.”
Deidara stared at her. Normally, he’d be very pro manipulating Itachi. But…
“So you can deactivate,” he concluded. “Why not just do it?”
Tori took her time to answer, and Deidara heard Itachi open a squeaky drawer in the kitchen. 
“I don’t think I should be parading around the fact that I can just undo the Hokage’s personal seals,” Tori said finally. 
“So what?” Deidara countered. “You work for him. He’ll be delighted, yeah.”
Tori bit her lower lip. Don’t show them your full hand until you’ve already won, she’d said. She sat through so many lessons where she pretended she had no idea what Kushina-sensei was talking about. 
Deidara reached over and shoved her. 
“Hey,” Tori protested. 
“You’re being so stupid, yeah,” Deidara told her. “They knew since day one I could blow up the whole village if I really wanted to. That’s why they recruited me, yeah. You’re supposed to let your village know how good you are.”
Tori gave him a look like she thought he was the one being a little stupid. 
“It’s different for me,” Tori said finally. “I’m not– you and Itachi, you could fight your way out of anything. I have to play smarter than that.”
“Play?” Deidara repeated. “What game do you think you’re playing? Hokage-sama and Kushina-sensei aren’t Orochimaru. They’re not going to cut out your spleen because they get bored. There’s no ‘game,’ yeah.”
“They let me play with their kid,” Tori protested. “Their trust–”
“What the fuck, Tori,” Deidara countered. “They let Itachi play with their kid. They already trust us. They’ll trust you more if they know you’re not going to burn your eyebrows off making stupid fuinjutsu mistakes.”
Tori turned her face back to the seal. “Hmm.”
“Whatever,” Deidara told her, flopping down onto the couch. “If you want to be a moron and let Kushina-sensei keep wringing her hands and giving you fuinjutsu tips you don’t need instead of actually being useful to you, I don’t care.”
Eventually, Itachi came back with chakra-infused ink. He’d also grabbed some brushes. 
“Actually, I think disarming it completely would be a security risk,” Tori told him, looking him dead in the eyes. The crow ruffled its wings. “But I’ll get rid of the soundproofing, if you want.”
It took her two tries and over an hour of work, but Tori didn’t blow anything up or set off the additional alarms in the seal. 
“Naruto-kun is so annoying,” Sasuke reported through the door, completely unafraid and unharmed. “And so stupid! He’s been trying to open it but he doesn’t remember how.”
The safe room had both food and water, along with little cots, and they managed to convince the boys to go to sleep before Minato and Kushina got home. 
“Oh crap,” Kushina said when she saw the seal. “Guys, I’m so sorry, he’s done this to Kakashi twice–”
“And you didn’t warn us?” Itachi cut her off, eyebrow twitching. He’d dismissed the crow, at least. “Or adequately teach your son how to undo it?”
Kushina-sensei blinked down at him. “Well, I mean– he’s a kid. We figured he’s not experienced enough to make the call about when it’s safe enough to come out.”
Itachi opened his mouth again, probably to explain to Kushina he thought she and her husband were idiots, but Tori stomped on his foot. He closed his mouth. 
Minato had approached the door, likely with the intent of undoing his deathtrap, but had become distracted by the additional seals Tori had painted onto the wall directly to the right of the door. 
“Oh, sorry about that,” Tori said, foot still in range of kicking Itachi. “Itachi was worried when we couldn’t communicate with them, so I tweaked the soundproofing a little.”
Minato tapped a finger to his chin, looking thoughtful. “I see.”
“Hmm, I guess if Naruto’s going to activate it in non-emergencies we do need to give him a way out,” Kushina-sensei continued to babble, stretching as she stepped around her husband to check out Tori’s work. “Yikes, Tori, why didn’t you just undo the whole thing? Would’ve been way easier.”
Tori was watching them very intently, still standing closer to Itachi than she strictly needed to be. She’d also put Deidara between herself and the seal, he noticed. 
Paranoid bitch, he thought. 
“She said it’d be a security risk,” Deidara answered for her, moving so he was no longer between them. Tori glared at him. “Like you might need to use the room again in the next couple of hours or something, yeah.”
He yawned performatively. 
“Did you hijack the chakra in the seal?” Minato asked, sounding baffled. 
“Yeah, babe, what else would she do? You know she likes medical stuff, and that’s all they do–”
In the end, Tori learned she could have made her seal with about thirty fewer strokes, Sasuke woke up and demanded he be taken home, and Deidara barely dodged a newly escaped Naruto throwing tinned natto in his hair. 
“Brat!” Kushina-sensei bellowed. “You know it’s past your bedtime–!”
On their walk back to the genin dorms, Tori seemed oddly pleased with herself. It wasn’t the way she’d normally express pride; there was no wild gesticulating or her attempting to explain every detail of her latest feat. Instead, she kept her eyes on the sidewalk and a tiny little smile on her face. 
“What’s up with you?” Deidara demanded after a few blocks. 
“Oh, um,” Tori fidgeted. “That went better than I thought, I guess.”
That was actually really fucking sad. Had Tori always been like this?
Deidara reached over and shoved her off course. “I told you, yeah.”
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