#well that's nice but I didn't have questions I was very fucking confident I understood

[aphroditelovesu]

For the past few weeks, several female students from my school disappeared and were later found dead in the nearby river. I figured something suspicious was going on in my school. The Mafia, I bet, probably had a critical operation occurring in the area and that those killed were witnesses. Although why was it connected to me? Several of the girls who were killed had talked to me, with a few having a crush on me. I brought my concerns to Mama, but she dismissed them as ridiculous.

One evening, I was helping Mama cook dinner when the doorbell.

"Y/N, open the door,” Mama gently asked me.

I nodded and went to the door. When I opened the door, two men with submachine guns stood before me.

"You are coming with us,” one said as the other grabbed me by the arms. I yelped in surprise and tried to stab the assailant with the knife in my hand, but he grabbed my wrist and forced me to drop the knife.

"Help! Help! I'm being kid-mrph!" I shouted before the other goon stuffed my mouth with a cloth and slid a burlap sack on my head. I could hear Mama screaming angrily before I heard a single gunshot. Another cloth was pressed to my face, and soon, everything went black.

*****

I woke up in a nicely furnished room, not knowing where I was. It was nice, something like a hotel or something, but bigger. There were a few windows around, but there were buildings next to it that completely blocked any view. I reasoned that I was in the middle of the city.

"Good morning, Y/N,” a girl's voice said. I turned to the source of the voice.

"Who are you? Did the Mafia kidnap you too?" I asked. The girl giggled.

"No, doll. I ordered Papa’s minions to,” she said, "My name is Jisoo Kim. I'm sure you know of my father."

My jaw dropped in shock. This was the Mafia boss's daughter. She's the quiet shy girl in my class. Despite the fact that she was one of the most beautiful girls in class, no one dared to ask her out in fear of suffering Mr. Kim’s wrath.

"Why did you kidnap me? Why were seven people from our school found dead in the river?" I asked, getting scared. Jisoo smiled and walked to me, getting very close. She smelled of cinnamon.

"Because," she said. "I love you. You are the only one for me. Those whores and idiots tried to take you away from me."

Words failed me. This girl was crazy. Worse, she's part of the Mafia, so any attempt to escape Seoul or South Korea will no doubt fail, and I'll be right back where I am.

"I'm sorry about your mother,” Jisoo said. "She'll be fine. She's recovering at the hospital."

"That's good to hear..." I said tenatively.

"Now,” Jisoo said, pulling off her clothes. "Are you going to ravish me or will I get my father to punish you?"

-🧋

tw: yandere themes, possessive and obsessive behavior, jealousy, mention of death, threats, slightly nsfw, dub-con (?) and implicit torture.

pairing: kim jisoo x male!reader

word count: 884.

You looked at Jisoo with a frightened and questioning expression. ''W-What?'' You questioned with uncertainty in your voice.

Jisoo sighed heavily, looking at the ceiling with a bored expression. ''I think you understood very well what I said, (Y/N).'' She smirked, biting her bottom lip. ''Are you going to take a long time to eat me? I'm a very impatient woman, you know?''

You didn't know what to say, honestly, you could expect anything but that. It's true that you've always had a crush on Kim, but that wouldn't be surprising, she's one of the most beautiful women in school and you've ever met, so it's no surprise that she has admirers everywhere. But her being in love with you… It's way beyond comprehension. Not that you're ugly or anything, but you'd be what people consider "average", just a normal guy.

''No! This is wrong!'' You burst out suddenly, with a confidence taken from God only knows where. ''You killed people! Damn, my mom is in a fucking hospital because of you!''

You immediately regretted your words, seeing how Jisoo's loving expression suddenly changed to a furious one. ''I recommend you hold your tongue, my love.'' She growled, irritated by your defiance.

She rolled her eyes. ''I love you and that's it. Is it that hard to understand? Yes, I know, I killed people for you and I would do it all over again and I've already apologized for what happened to your mother.'' You remained silent, deciding inwardly that this would be the smartest move at the moment. ''I don't want you to be afraid of me, (Y/N). I never wanted this. I just want to be with you forever.''

''Why?''

''Why? I don't know. I just… Fell in love with you. I think it happened when I first saw you in math class. I thought it was so cute how concentrated you were and your expressions when you didn't understand something. So adorable.” Her face held a dreamy expression, a smile of delight gracing those beautiful heart-shaped lips.

''How long have you… been obsessed with me?'' You asked, even though you knew there was no point in doing so.

''I already told you.'' She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. ''I don't know how or why. I just knew the moment I laid my eyes on you that, well, you had to be mine.''

''What about those girls you killed?''

''They were just side effects. And don't blame me, I didn't do anything.'' You stared at her, arching an eyebrow. ''I made my father's goons kill them, it's entirely those bitches' fault, honestly. If they hadn't gotten in my way, maybe they might still be alive.''

''You're crazy!'' You spat, trying to get away from her, but the moment Jisoo realized that, she grabbed your wrist tightly.

''Perhaps. But I'm crazy about you.'' She growled, ''And you will obey me or I will make you regret ever being born.''

''I will never obey you! I want you to stay away from me and my family!'' You screamed, ignoring the pain you felt and the fear building inside you. ''Please… Just let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone.''

''I think you still don't understand. '' She shook her head, even more frustrated than before. ''I didn't give you a choice, as I remember. You are mine and have always been mine. You will do as I say or I will punish you.''

You shook your head in disbelief. Kim, tired of your refusals, took your cold hands and brought them to her hot and bare breasts, forcing you to squeeze them lightly. She moaned softly at the contact, her breasts sensitive to the exposure and touch she craved so much. ''I want you… And I know you want me too. Don't try to deny it, I've caught you looking at me several times…''

You licked your lips unconsciously. It's true what she said, you were attracted to her and you couldn't deny that you wanted to touch her, but your conscience was heavy. That was wrong. All of this was so wrong and fucked up. Automatically, you tried to pull her hands from her breasts but she wouldn't allow it, instead forcing hers lips to your. You moaned softly at being kissed so suddenly and hard, but you didn't try to push it away, instead you opened your mouth slowly, allowing the entry of Jisoo's tongue, who kissed you with such passion and force, leaving you a little stunned.

''Hmm…'' She muttered, after you two parted a bit. ''I need you so much…'' Jisoo didn't even have time for you to answer, before pulling you in for another kiss, with even more passion. You didn't even try to pull her apart this time, pulling her closer to you. His hands began to roam all over her body, feeling every curve of that woman. You lightly squeezed her ass, feeling Jisoo shudder against her body.

''Make me yours, (Y/N).'' She kissed you again, gripping your body tightly. You didn't deny or respond, you just returned the passionate kiss. Ignoring everything else, focusing only on the beautiful woman in front of you.

#yandere blackpink #yandere jisoo #yandere jisoo x male reader #🧋 anon

[nny11writes]

You’re recent fic killed me!- could we have rex comforting ahsoka after a mission goes wrong? Maybe obi-wan and anakin are injured bc of a miscommunication by her

Alright, have some additional Declarations! 

This should still make sense without having read the full fic, but it certainly provides more background to this moment. And, also, Anakin is referring to that chapter I’ve been wishy washy about posting where the two of them FINALLY talk a bit and start figuring out how to communicate better. He is a good man doing his damn best, but Anakin is all about extremes.

“Alright kid, time to stop sulking.” Rex sighed heavily as he leaned against the bulkhead. It wasn’t like he knew where Ahsoka was hiding specifically but he’d narrowed it down to this room in particular. Stars, he hoped she wasn’t in the vents, they’d have to find the lankiest of them and force the poor sod up in after her.

His comm blinked on silently and looking down he could see Ahsoka sent him a message.

Not.

His whole body felt too heavy for a moment before he spoke aloud for her benefit. “No. No, I know you aren’t.”

He didn’t get another message and she didn’t climb down though.

Rex had to remember to thank Cody some time for the heads up on togruta. Obi-Wan had apparently gone half insane researching before that all blew up in his face, but the knowledge that she would be very quiet and make herself very small and might even hide away was the only thing that had stopped him from panicking when she was still missing. They were technically on shore leave and could do whatever they wished, sure, and Anakin had apparently told her to just take some time to stabilize.

“She’ll come back when she’s ready, and she’ll be ready sooner than you think.” Anakin had said with the strangest cross between a determined frown and a watery smile.

“Huh, who are you and what did you do with my General?” Rex had chuckled half confused before Anakin laughed.

“Yeah, well, we talked a bit after the whole…” Anakin waved his hands vaguely, but somehow Rex was sure he meant Grievous and Goldie. “Boundaries.”

Unsure what else he could do, Rex cracked another terrible joke. “Well, look at you. Rather big of you sir, I think you might be maturing.”

Anakin stuck his tongue out at him and really that said all he needed to about that.

But that conversation had been nearly three rotations ago, and Rex had a sinking feeling that Skywalker was doing his best without knowing what Ahsoka actually needed. Not that he thought he really knew either, honestly no one could know except for Ahsoka what she really needed. The first set of casualties under orders were always the hardest.

He stared at his comm until the backlight powered down before trying again, “Come on then little un, you know no one’s upset with you, so why are you hiding? Give me a good reason and I swear I’ll leave you and the K rations I snuck here alone.”

It took another long minute before his comm lit up again.

Fine.

He winced but did his best to put his new mental shielding in place. He didn’t want her assuming his upset was with her after all. There was some soft rustling that bounced around the storage bay and then Ahsoka dropped from the ceiling scaring him half to death. At any other time she would’ve been laughing at him, and the fact that she instead just walked over to him with her head down before curling up on the floor was…

Rex slowly slid down next to her and held out the ration and hydration cylinder for her. It took a small prompting with his free hand before she took them and mostly picked at them. He rather she have the fuel and option to consume it than not. 

“Would it be better if I wrote with you?” Rex asked, lifting his wrist with the comm.

There was a pause before she shook her head, and finally, blessedly, finally took a bite of food. Far as he knew the first food she’d had in over a full rotation.

“Alright.” He slowly, carefully put his arm around her shoulders, waiting for anything to cue him into stopping. “Is it okay if I stay here with you for a bit?”

A shrug, but at least she pulled out her comm again.

Okay.

“Then I think I’ll take a sit for a bit, yeah?” He squeezed her as gently as possible, and almost pulled away when she shuddered only for her hand to desperately catch his wrist and pull him against her more firmly. Message received Commander. “You know, General Kenobi called today and was asking after you. You want the updates sir?”

She started shaking in lieu of writing so he squeezed her tightly again. There were a few painful sounding gasps before she weakly asked, “Is he okay?”

Her raspy, absolutely wrecked voice was the best thing he’d ever heard.

“Kenobi reported that he was fighting fit, and Cody reported that he was released with light exercise restrictions for a week before actually being ready to slash some clankers.” He paused as she gave a small half huff, half sniffle. He’d take it. “But yeah, he’s perfectly fine.”

Ahsoka nodded before taking another, smaller bite of the ration bar. He could feel her lek twitch under his arm and quickly scanned her to make sure she wasn’t about to vomit all over herself. Probably the only thing that could make her feel even worse at the moment. But instead she simply put the ration away in a belt pouch and typed into her comm.

Men?

“Will be right in no time. Sinker is out of bacta as well and already back on the front.” He’d hoped she’d perk up at that, but instead she almost melted down. “Hey, that’s a good thing!”

There was another series of pitiful sounding gasps, but this time she didn’t speak instead she leaned further into him and reached for his wrist again.

“You don’t have to speak if you’re not up for it.” Rex whispered, knowing she’d hear him just fine and more concerned that she was going to force herself into something that would make her feel worse.

He’d had a batchmate like that, CT-8532, didn’t make it far enough to get his own name, but Three Two had always been more sensitive than them. A lot of the time it had benefited them as a squad, after all, Three Two could hear electricity so he could often tell if there was a pack of droids around the corner or not. But sometimes when he got too angry he’d go from screaming and crying to dead silent. And each time the trainers forced him to speak, it only made it worse. 

He’d made it off Kamino only to die with the rest of his squad on Geonosis.

What he’d give to listen to Three Two humming absentmindedly again…

“I know it’s already been said, but it wasn’t your fault. Orders were unclear and you did your best.”

Ahsoka went still and air hissed from between her teeth, and it broke his damn heart to hear.

“They were. They completely skipped vital info that-”

Ahsoka shook her head violently before ripping her hand away to type on her comm.

Obvious. 

Should’ve known.

Rex held in another sigh and made sure his shields were hiding his frustration before speaking. “No, it was incomplete orders sir. They sent you incomplete orders and incomplete information. Just because you can see the connections now, doesn’t mean it was obvious.”

Ahsoka curled up, hands going to cover her montrals as she went quiet again. 

He took the hint and shut his mouth, and instead sat with her quietly until he realized she’d fallen asleep at some point. Probably hadn’t been sleeping much, he’d wager money on it if he was allowed to have any. As carefully as he could, he scooped up his Commander and carried her quickly to her quarters. Doing his best to avoid and dodge anyone else to save her a little face. But once he’d gotten her into bed and gotten her a glass of water, he still sat down on the floor by her bunk.

She only woke a few times, but each time he reached up and squeezed her hand tightly, and each time she went back to sleep.

And that was a start. That was a good start.

#obvious #egotistical #not a team player #Captain Rex #CT-7567 #Rex #Ahsoka Tano #Star Wars #Star Wars the Clone Wars #Declarations AU #cw: shutdown #Ahsoka is not having a good day #based very heavily on me for every single time I've had a supervisor angrily tell me #if you had questions you should have asked! #well that's nice but I didn't have questions I was very fucking confident I understood #and YOU are the one who literally didn't tell me about whole ass steps you wanted me to do #but apparently it was and I was being and #did not help when that shifted under my abusive boss who literally would gaslight me about it #hate that I had to have coworkers verify everything she told me about my performance but fucking oh well now I guess #anyhow #figured I'd keep in the habit of making Declarations a dumping fic for my self projection #At least she has a bunch of good people looking out for her! #Rex & Ahsoka are the ultimate brotp and I am not taking criticism at this time #Anonymous

[infinitebells]

hate me. (h. iwaizumi)

genre: smut, fluff if you squint

description: you and iwaizumi used to be lovers, that is until you realized he was apart of the rival gang of your brother, daichi. what happens when you reunite during a job to take out his gang’s leader?

word count: 3656

warnings: mafia au, dom!iwa, fingering, light bondage (handcuffs), choking, degradation, mention of jealousy, hate fucking, orgasm denial, dumbification, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy is mentioned like one time, dacryphilia one time

a/n: this is my first piece for tumblr!! i really hope you guys like it, obviously give feedback, i’ll appreciate everything!! i also can’t remember how or why this idea came to me but it sat halfway done in my drafts for like a month or two before i finished it all tonight.

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“daichi where the HELL is the target?!" you growled through the earpiece, frustration flooding through your veins as you tried to spot the man through the scope of your sniper rifle. your fingers clenched the handle of your gun as your finger hovered steadily over the trigger.

your brother sawamura daichi, otherwise known as “king pin" throughout the japanese underworld, had assigned you to take out a member of a rival gang that had been screwing with your brother's cargo operations. he was confident in your sniping abilities, simply because he was the one who taught you everything he knew.

“i don't fucking know, suga said oikawa would be at the event tonight. he confirmed it with tendou too," his voice strained as his anger started to seep through the small wire resting daintily behind your ear. you huffed hearing the maniacal red head's name. his own gang wasn't necessarily an ally of karasuno however, shiratorizawa also wanted oikawa's organization taken down too.

“you know how goddamn crazy he is, how do we know he's a reliable source dumbass?" you gritted out, staring down every patron through the glass of your scope.

“he was. luckily, we have better sources love," a voice rasped right next to the same ear that held your ear piece. you could feel every cell in your body freeze from the foreign voice right next to your now ice cold ear, the intruder's lips faintly ghosting over the shell of your ear.

"Y/N WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!" you could hear daichi's voice through your comms, but had no way to respond as your new companion gently plucked it out of your ear.

“hello again daichi-san. I'll make sure to take care of your sister while we have her," the new voice spoke lowly, the slight rasp ticking you off as you finally recognized it.

“hello iwa-chan. so nice to see you again," you finally said as you looked slightly to the side to see your only communication to your brother and the rest of the team crack and shatter underneath his foot. the last thing you heard was your brother's and suga's frantic voices screaming through their mics. you hadn't moved a muscle yet, but feeling the man behind you stand up from his crouching position gave you the opening you needed. you whirled around, swinging your gun as swiftly as you could towards his face, hoping to get a shot off on him. unfortunately, he predicted your movements. as you release the trigger, he dodged to the left as his left hand darted out, grabbing the end of your rifle as his other hand flew out and gripped your throat, pushing you up against the edge of your roof. you forced yourself to remain calm, realizing you were on the verge of plummeting to your death, knowing the only thing between you living and dying was the well built, smirking man standing before you, his body uncomfortably close to your own.

“i wouldn't do that if i were you sweetheart, unless you want to die without seeing your brother again," he said, gently pulling the gun from your right hand. his smirk grew wider as your glare hardened, only encouraging him to grab your right hand and pulling you closer, twisting it behind your back, his grip on your neck still firm as ever.

you hadn't seen the man before you since your first days in the gang with daichi. at the time, you didn't know anything about his rivals or allies. which was why you found yourself dancing in a club, with iwaizumi grinding on your backside. you two had shared a few steamy nights together, basking in each others unbridled lust and love for one another. until one night, you were spending another night with him at a different club with a few of his gang members watching you closely, when your brother, accompanied by suga and asahi, stormed through the door, guns loaded. you had turned frantically towards iwaizumi, taking one look at his facial expression before understanding what had happened. since then, you had avoided him at all costs, putting your whole being into fueling the rivalry between your brother's gang and iwaizumi’s gang.

“bravo iwa-chan! you did it!" you rolled your eyes seeing oikawa, clad in his usual midnight black suit with light blue accents, clapping slowly as he emerged from the door leading to the roof you had been stationed on. you hadn’t seen the brown-haired gang leader since the shoot out between him and your brother, and you certainly were only planning on seeing him tonight, preferably dead. iwaizumi turned to glance at oikawa before spinning around and moving you so your back was pressed tightly against his chest. your gun clattered to the ground as he grabbed both of your wrists in one had, using the other to secure them tightly behind your back, the clanking of handcuffs jolting you out of your own head.

“it's best if you don't struggle y/n,” iwaizumi's low voice spoke against the shell of your ear.

“if you struggle y/n-chan, i’ll have mattsun put a bullet through daichi-san's head!" oikawa spoke in his usually cheery voice, his head tilting to the side as he smiled widely at you. it was moments like those that truly showcased his almost psychopathic nature as a gang leader.

"NO YOU CAN'T!" your voice cracked, wrists straining against iwaizumi's tight hold. he held you tighter, yanking you back, making sure to secure the handcuffs even tighter.

“then don't struggle!" iwaizumi growled in your ear, tugging on the cuffs so they dug painfully into your wrists.

“fuck you," you responded, smirking at oikawa as you attempted to piece together how to best get out of the situation.

“i’ve already had the pleasure of doing it once before, but i’ll be happy to do it again," iwaizumi responded, and you grit your teeth in frustration.

“now now y/n-chan, we have to bring you downstairs to the car that's so eagerly waiting for us, so you can either behave until we get there, or your brother and everyone else in your pathetic excuse for a gang will be picked off one by one. understood?" oikawa explained, a dangerous gleam in his chocolate brown eyes. as stubborn as you were, you couldn't risk putting your brother and everyone else at risk, especially the younger, more bright-eyed members like hinata and yamaguchi. so, you stayed silent, only staring down seijoh’s leader who had moved in front of you, bending down to peer into your eyes.

“i’ll take your silence as your choice to behave. wonderful! iwa-chan, put your jacket over her shoulders so no one can see her cuffs," oikawa ordered, and iwaizumi nodded before moving in front of you. he shrugged the black jacket off of his shoulders before tugging it onto your own, your arms still behind you as the sleeves of his oversized jacket dangled loosely in the breeze. you took a moment to look him over, taking note of the black jeans that adorned his legs, the light blue bandana attached to a belt loop on his left hip, and the tight black t-shirt that accentuated every single one of his deftly toned muscles.

“stop staring sweetheart, you're being too obvious," his voice jerked your eyes back to his own. without a second of hesitation, you brought your knee up, slamming it into his lower region, before walking around his now crumpled form, following oikawa. he groaned from behind you, forcing himself to get up as his friend and leader watched the scene with slight amusement present on his pretty face.

“oikawa, leave and give me a minute alone with her. i think she ought to learn some damn manners before we take her down," iwaizumi spoke lowly, his usual level voice now shook slightly with anger. your eyes widened as oikawa smirked towards his friend before turning around and opening the door.

“do as you want. i’ll give you a half hour, just don't kill her please!" he responded, waving his hand to his friend before letting the door slam shut behind him. your heart dropped to the depths of your stomach as you willed yourself to turn and face iwaizumi hajime, who's gaze was trained on your small frame. as soon as he made a move towards you, you turned towards the door, sprinting to the best of your abilities in hopes that you could make it inside without having to face iwaizumi's obvious rage.

just as you made it to the door, his hand shot out and grabbed you by the back of the neck, flipping you around, and pressing you against the door, thumbs squeezing dangerously tight around your esophagus. his eyes were lit with pure fury as his grip around your throat tightened. despite the very dangerous situation you were in, your body still reacted to his close proximity and touch. you were ashamed to feel that familiar warmth you used to feel with him pool in your lower abdomen, but you forced yourself to match iwaizumi's hardened gaze as his eyes bore into your own.

“that was a dangerous move love. you're just asking to get punished aren't you?" he whispered, his head parallel to yours as his teeth grazed over the shell of your ear. You internally reprimanded yourself as a shiver flowed from the top of your spine, all the way down to your feet. You knew this man, this lover you once had, had noticed your movement, and he pulled back to smirk wildly at you.

“i’m sure if i stuck my hand down your pants right now, i’d pull my fingers out and they'd be soaking wet wouldn't they?" he questioned, and you could do nothing to stop the light blush flowering against your cheeks.

“shall i test that theory out love?" his voice was just barely above a whisper now. no matter how much you wanted to say no, to scream at him to get off, to kick him in the nuts once again, you didn't have the self control to do so when you felt his unoccupied hand ghost over your clothed crotch. instead, you stared him straight in the eyes, almost daring him to do what he so desperately wanted to do. he grinned, pushing his fingers past the waist band of your leggings to rest delicately over your underwear, his pointer finger hovering over your clit.

it took every fiber of your being to not moan out loud right there as slick started pooling in your underwear, waiting to be released. he gently rubbed his pointer finger along your slit through your underwear, stopping for a moment before pressing lightly onto your small bundle of nerves (which you swore would be the death of you). you couldn't help the slightly sharp intake of breath as you felt him give more attention to your clit, pressing lightly and rubbing impossibly small circles onto it outside of your underwear.

what frustrated you most was that he knew every nook and cranny of your body. every beauty mark he had kissed five times over, every dip and valley of your breasts down to your navel, and every spot covered by your underwear that turned you into putty in his hands. you hated how he knew exactly what to do to rile you up. the fucker knew that one swipe of his finger-

“fuck," you whimpered out, losing grasp of the control you thought you had. you were so lost in your own head you hadn't realized he had sneakily moved your underwear to the side and rubbed a semi circle along your clit. that one single move had always been your downfall. it had pushed you over the edge so many times for him, he had practically memorized the exact motion that had you moaning for him.

“attention on me love. we only have about 25 minutes left right? wouldn't want to waste it in your own head," he said before taking you by surprise and pushing two of his long, thick fingers into your soaked cunt. you couldn't help the cry of pleasure that spilled out of your mouth like honey, your body immediately reacting to his familiar touch. except this time around, it was different. he pressed more into that one spot inside of you that forced stars into your vision with more precision, pushing into it so that your legs went weak. his fingers flew in and out of your cunt, juices building up and dripping into your underwear as he continued to smirk down at your weakening state.

“i’ve changed you know. fine tuned my ways. i met a few girls since the last time you and i saw each other," he confidently stated, his words lighting you up with pure jealously.

“iwaizumi shut the fuck u-" but you didn't get the chance to finish your sentence as his grip tightened on your throat, stopping your voice. simultaneously, he shoved a third finger into you and abused that spongy section inside of you. another, louder moan of unbridled ecstasy was forced out of your throat, and you hated how much he was turning you on. his fingers thrusted rapidly in and out, in and out, until you felt like you were going to go numb from pleasure.

“such harsh words princess, i thought we were starting to get along again," he teased, his fingers pushing harder into your g-spot simply to illicit a choked moan from you.

“i hate you," you breathed out, and he shook his head. he quickened the pace of his fingers, and the squelching sound of your pussy only spurred on more of your guilty moans.

“f-fuck," you whimpered, trying to catch your breath from the overwhelming pleasure iwaizumi gave you. he knew from the slightly dazed look and the whimpers escaping your throat that you were close. as soon as he connected the dots, he yanked his glistening fingers out of your spasming cunt, ripping away your glorious orgasm. a cry of defeat left your lips, and a second later, you were whirled around so your face was pressed against the door and your leggings were yanked down to your ankles, along with your black panties.

“only good girls get to cum. i don't think you've been a good girl. i think you've been a cock hungry slut hm? such disrespect for your daddy," he clicked his tongue in annoyance, and you finally found your voice once again.

“iwaizumi i swear to god-" his hand wrapped tighter around your throat as you felt his clothed hips push forwards to grind on your own.

“princess, if you keep back talking, you won't get to cum OR see your brother again. the choice is yours," he said, and your pussy clenched at his dominating tone. your natural instincts were forcing your head to swim with pure lust and desire, forgetting completely about the original situation you were put in. the clink of Iwaizumi's belt elicited another whimper from your throat. low chuckles invaded your head, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. your weak moaning only spurred iwaizumi on. his shiny fingers, coated in your essence pushed past your lips, pressing down on your tongue.

“taste yourself love, see how slutty you are? how badly you want to get fucked into oblivion? i wonder what your teammates, what your brother would say if they knew you were letting me treat you like the whore you are," he growled out. juices gathered below you as your hole clenched around nothing. you moaned around his fingers as you feel the head of his cock push against your ass cheeks. your tongue swirled around them, cleaning them of every drop of your essence, the essence he had skillfully drawn out of you. after cleansing his fingers of your juices, iwaizumi pulled his fingers out of your mouth, allowing your drool to drip down your chin.

“beg for me like the cock hungry slut you are," his voice was the only thing you could focus on, your primal instincts taking over before you could stop them.

“please iwa, i-i need you inside of m-me, please f-fuck m- AHHH!" all the breathe left your lungs as iwaizumi shoved his entire length into you, his tip brushing against your cervix. short shallow breaths escaped you, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes from the sheer force of his thick cock invading you.

“ahh, there we go princess. that feel good huh?" his arrogance sparked something inside of you.

“f-fuck y-you," the breathiness of your voice betrayed the bite behind your words. his low chuckles were the only warning you were given before he pulled out and slammed all of himself back into you, setting a brutally fast and hard pace. screams erupted from your throat, your nerve endings firing erratically at the sheer pleasure he was fucking into you. iwaizumi angled your hips to push into that one spot that had your vision go white. whatever fight you had left in you dissipated almost instantly, your bones going limp in his hold as broken moans and occasional screams were torn from your throat. noticing your body grow limp, one of his hands snaked around to grasp your throat again, while the other held you up by your waist.

“oh is that your spot love? i can feel you creaming all over me," he rasped out. his words made you unconsciously clench around him, eliciting a groan from the man behind you.

"'m close iwa, f-feels s'good," you slurred out, your grasp on reality waning from the snap of his hips against yours.

“is my little cock slut getting fucked stupid hm? can't think about anything but my cock split-fuck, splitting you open huh?" you wanted to growl back at him, argue, be a brat, do something, but the way his tip brushed against your g-spot, and the way he was pounding into you the exact way you desperately needed rendered you utterly helpless in his arms.

“fuck i missed this princess," his voice so low you barely caught it. his words injected a warm feeling in your bones, his hold on your throat loosening at his confession.

“haji, please," you finally whimpered, your eyes fluttering close as your head tipped back to rest on his shoulder. his lips attached themselves to your neck, pressing light kisses right above your sweet spot. his thrusts kept hitting all the right spots, and that familiar warmth built up in your lower abdomen again. you could feel the buildup spreading throughout your limbs and tingling into your toes and fingers.

“cum for me love," his words were softer this time, more affection slipping through his usual harsh tone. it was all you needed to allow yourself to let out one final moan, bursting at his slight command. you gushed around him, dripping down his balls and onto the ground beneath you both. white spots clouded your vision as your hearing dulled for a moment. your cunt clenching and fluttering around his painfully hard cock was all it took for him to release into you. his warm load painted your walls white, some leaking out as he thrust up into you a few more times to help fuck you through your earth shattering orgasm.

after a couple more thrusts, he stilled inside of you, completely removing the hand around your throat to rest on the wall in front of you for support. his other arm tightened around your waist, keeping you close to him to help you stand since your legs hadn't stopped shaking for the past five minutes. shaky breaths exited both of you as you both attempted to catch your breath.

iwaizumi wordlessly turned you around so your back was to the wall, giving you a view of his disheveled state. his cheeks were tainted pink, sweat beading at his hairline as his chest continue to heave slightly from the exertion. His right arm was still extended against the wall for support as his other arm moved to tuck himself back into his pants. he removed his arm from the wall and fumbled with his belt before finally redoing it. you admired him as you leaned into the wall, still attempting to ground yourself after the mind blowing sex the two of you had. iwaizumi untied a light blue bandana from one of his belt loops, moving closer to you. he gently wiped the mess of your and his cum that was dripping from your (still quivering) cunt. sharp intakes of breath signaled for him to go slower, so as not to overstimulate you. he softly cleaned the rest of your lower half before dropping the bandana onto the ground and kneeling to pull your underwear and pants back up.

“what happens now?" you were surprised your voice didn't crack, but you were proud that it hadn't nonetheless. iwaizumi finally met your eyes, a slight sigh escaping him.

“i take you down to the car and hope oikawa doesn't tease us," he explains. a breathless laugh leaves your lips, iwaizumi matching you with a chuckle of his own.

“i still hate you," you say after a beat, looking down at your feet to try and hide the blush still decorating your cheeks. iwaizumi's finger hooks itself under your chin, carefully moving your face up so your eyes can meet his.

“i know. i hate you too," he finished with a kiss, the soft pressure against your own lips melting you from the inside out. you push back against him, unable to help yourself. he finally pulls away, blushing lightly, as he pulls his jacket tighter around your shoulders before pulling the door open and leading you through it.

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I don’t want to post it on my site simply because I’ve never written before (especially in English) and I’m too shy 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 but i feel like i should show it to someone. thanks to tumblr for anonymity. I just said that I'm really worried if I'm bothering you with this

Well, in general, that's it. I hope you really don't mind

he remembers the first time he saw her.  and how his brain immediately stopped working properly.

he randomly craved coffee that day. he didn't really like this drink until that day.

in the next building from where he lived there was a coffee shop and that was where thomas headed.

a neon sign on the street, a garland of light bulbs, a couple of tables and chairs to relax and enjoy a drink. everything would be fine if not for the music from the speaker. "damn, this is led zeppelin" - he thought to himself : "I already like this place". but going inside thomas liked it even more. he liked it so much that he froze in the aisle, unable to take his eyes off the barista.

- good afternoon, what would u like to drink? - it seems Thomas did not even hear the question and continued to examine the girl opposite him, he was so fascinated by her - mister, are you okay?

- oh, yes ... yes, of course, I'm sorry - it seems he is already redder than a tomato

- what'll it be?

- um .. maybe ... I want - "you" thought the guitarist to himself, but of course he didn't voice it - I don't know what I want - sighed sadly

- well, in that case, let me help you with the choice - it seems her eyes sparkled even brighter. damn this girl really loves her job

- it would be nice - after a couple of questions, the girl began to flutter around the coffee machine.

all her movements were so easy and so ... beautiful. just like her. dark hair, almost black. loose clothes in which she looked even smaller than she was.  "she is tiny. she's up to my shoulder... OK, maybe a little bit higher... or not" . in any case, it doesn't matter, unlike the fact that from the moment he saw her, this girl did not leave Thomas's head for more than a minute. he thought about her all the time. when he fell asleep, when he woke up, when he ate and even when he was working on new music.

from day to day he came to the coffee shop  in the morning for a cappuccino with  a little bit of caramel syrup (I think he would like it) . the barista offered him this drink when he first went into a coffee shop and did not know what to take and now he is ready to drink only it until the end of his days. on the days when he had to go to the studio, he bought coffee for the whole band, simply because "if you don't want to introduce us to the thief of your heart, then at least bring us  coffee from her".  the point was that thomas didn't know her either. not even her name. nothing. all he knew was that she works in a coffee shop and she is about his age. and also that her handwriting is beautiful. when the guitarist took coffee for the whole group, she wrote on each cup what was inside.

they never talked about anything. after a couple of visits, the girl already knew Thomas's order by heart. so every time he quietly entered, greeted from the doorway and said the number of drinks and sat down at a table waiting for his order. he quietly watched every movement of the girl, paid, thanked and left as quietly as he came.

why didn't they talk? they both wondered this question. at first they boyh were too shy, and afterwards silence became a habit. and it became even more difficult to speak first.

almost two months have passed since their first meeting. Thomas stood near the coffee shop, smoked and talked to victoria on the phone.

- fuck! ..yes, apparently I fell in love! I have a crush! I'm smitten by a girl! yes, I'm!..maybe... I do not know! leave me alone vic, please! - thomas was fed up with it. he was angry with himself and his lack of confidence, and this conversation did not help, especially at half past seven in the morning

- did you ask her out? damn, thomas! do you even know her name? - the last long drag and he threw the cigarette  into the trash can

- she is fucking perfect, gorgeous, breathtaking and she's doing the best coffee in the world and she is not interested in me in this regard. end of the conversation! - he ran his hand over his face and ruffled his blond hair.

- how she can not being interested in you? have you even tried to talk to her?

- OK vic, I'm done, see you soon

thomas pushed  the red icon on his phone and entered the coffee shop, without even thinking that the girl  behind the counter heard what was happening on the street.

- good morning.  four please - he sat down at the table - she left her hair down  today, looks good ... nah, perfect on her. he thought about the way she smiles every time when she sees him. although he realizes that she is only smiling at him because he is her customer... damn, he seems to be in serious trouble.

- are you okay? you look a bit...

- t-tired? - did she just...spoke to me? -  yes, could not sleep all night

- coffee does not replace sleep, but I hope it will help you

- me too, dolcezza - she's so cute when she blushes. it seems he fell in love even more, if it possible

the guitarist paid, took his four cups of coffee and headed for the door

- thanks, bellezza - thomas raggi, where did you suddenly get so much courage to call her like that? TWICE!? but still not enough courage. he thought to himself

Thomas gave the stand with signed cups  to Damiano, who was sitting in the front seat

- OK,  that's yours - the singer handed the cup to victoria who was sitting in the back of the car with guitarist - ethan, your coffee, and ... O LORD, FOR GOD'S SAKE! THOMAS YOU FINALLY DID IT !

the blond guy looked up sharply from the phone

- What did I....?

- LOOK! - damiano interrupted thomas and handed him the cup. there was complete silence in the car. the guitarist couldn't take his eyes off the writing on the cup of his caramel cappuccino, and the band couldn't take their eyes off his shocked face. there was a phone number written in neat handwriting

- that's might be her phone number ... did she..?. SHE GAVE ME HER FUCKING PHONE NUMBER!!!

thomas would not be thomas if he called or texted  her. at the end of the working day he just came  to a coffee shop with a neon sign.

- good evening - without looking up from work the girl began - what would you... - she finally turned towards the guy standing awkwardly near the door - oh, hi - she looked down and blushed a little. it seems he should have contacted her  during the day

- I'm sorry I didn't text you, I ...

- no, it's okay, I just misunderstood you, I'm sorry, I - the girl wanted to continue, she was interrupted by  thomas's  nervous giggle

- no, don't apologize - he came closer to the counter - I really wanted to text to you .. and offer to take a walk after work .. and find out your name .. from the very first day when I came here -  the guitarist babble quickly, but at the same time with slight pauses between sentences.  his gaze  time traveled from the barista's face to some random item in a coffee shop all the, which could not but make the girl smile

- I'm y/n

By the way, I apologize for the mistakes, as you already understood, English is not my native language

THAT'S SO FUCKING ADORABLE I'M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH IT OMG pls nervous/anxious Thomas is a thing and I love it!!! Pls get your girl, siiiir!!!! Thanks for that, you're amazing!!

- and i don't mind at all, i love reading it!

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Tyrants | Chapter Four - Peril

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, drug use, Tig being Tig. The usual SOA shit. Sorry Donna..

She always saw the beauty in darkness. The lugubrious belle that came alongside the moon and stars and whatever else lurked amidst the murk of nighttime.

Isla was cliche in that sense.

She was cliche in the sense that she adored watching the sun set, swallowed by the mountains and high-rise buildings as the evening fell and Charming was painted black.

And maybe it was mostly melancholic because of the horrors that swathed that small town, but it was still beautiful nonetheless.

She still liked to bask in the scenery, to discern the marvel of her home, from the highest point she could access. And, sometimes, she liked to take somebody along with her so she wasn't completely alone.

"Why'd you still come up here?" Ope asked, pulling himself onto the roof as she sat with her back to the wall--puffing on a cigarette.

"Because it's quiet." She was content, comfortable with her response. "And whenever I'm looking for Jax, or Gem, or my dad--or they're looking for me--this is where we're almost always found. Just people watching, or reminiscing, or having a few minutes to ourselves away from the chaos downstairs."

It wasn't an unknown safe space--Gemma had told her that JT and Clay would climb up there during the earliest days of the club--but it was special.

Jax, Opie, and Isla spent time up there as kids, too. Because they were bastards and were always running from their fathers--and den mother--and the roof of the clubhouse was their go-to.

She never really got out of that habit. She'd spend hours up there if she could, just watching as Charming bustled beneath her. And she liked that it was separate to the garage, but everyone knew where to find her if they needed her.

"It clears your head, being up here." She added. "I have got so much shit going on right now--between work, and my personal life--but coming up here is like a refreshment, I guess."

Opie understood what she meant because he was also seeking comfort in the night. Riding through dusk, spending time alone on his bike as he cruised the streets of his quaint town, relishing in the darkness because it was strangely comforting to him.

He liked to be alone. His thoughts were brutal and they seared his brain left and fucking right, but he liked his own company.

"Wish I thought about comin' up here when I was released from holding." The man chuckled, balancing a cigarette between his lips. "Stahl grilled the fuck outta me."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She really fuckin' did." He added, grunting as smoke blew from his nostrils. "Did she get you? I know she got Gemma."

"Nope, she didn't. I don't know why, though. She interrogated everyone else. Starting to feel a little left out."

Opie chuckled, smiling a bit. "Be glad. It's obvious that she's used to getting what she wants."

"And did you give it to her?"

"Fuck no." Isla smiled. Proud. "She can cross-examine me all she fuckin' wants—I'll never sell the club out."

"They know that, Ope."

"I know." Half confidently, he nodded. "Just—Stahl made me second guess it all, y'know?"

Nobody in Charming--aside from the PD--knew where that despicable bitch came from, and nobody cared to ask.

What they did know, though, was that she had her heart set on making that town a living fucking hell as she strived to eradicate the Sons of Anarchy by getting to its members.

She'd grilled everyone she could've. She cornered Gemma when she was out running errands, leaving the grocery store with a sour taste in her mouth when Teller told her where to fucking shove it.

Same went for Jax, and Clay, and Chibs, and Tig, and...Well, all of them told her to get fucked, actually.

None of them caved. None of them wanted to sell the club out because there was no reason to.

Well, there was a reason to, but no desire to.

There'd been murders. Three, to be specific. And one of them just happened to be a police officer--which was quite unlucky, but it wasn't awful.

They hated cops.

What they hated more, however, was the idea of getting caught by them. And Clay was. Somehow, anyway.

Piney's old "friend"--Nate Meineke--needed quality, albeit illegal, guns with no traceability to attack the convoy that was transporting one of his friends from point A to point B. And it went as swimmingly as possible...

Until June Stahl was put on the case and found that idiot's phone at the scene after dropping it mid-ambush.

Clay just happened to be the last person he had called. Which then caused the investigation to point toward Charming.

They all knew the Sons were guilty of supplying those weapons. Who else would it have been? They were known for running illegal firearms without batch numbers from a quaint Californian town whose name didn't quite fit its image.

It was blatant, though nobody gave it up.

But Stahl tried her damndest to get answers. And when she didn't, she targeted the member that she saw to be the most vulnerable--after a hit went wrong and he failed to cover his tracks--and Opie just happened to be that guy.

She questioned him for hours. She practically held the man captive in that little cell until he caved. But he didn't--and he wasn't going to, either.

He was loyal. That's one of the reasons why Jax wanted to patch him back in.

"Yeah, I know." Isla got to her feet when she heard Tig yelling for her downstairs. "But you're the strongest guy I know, Ope. I don't think Stahl, of all people, is gonna get to you."

He shrugged her off, flicking the butt of his cigarette to the gravelly ground of the roof.

Opie had changed. Not much, and it wasn't very apparent, but he'd changed. Chino had changed him, she thought.

He was still dedicated to his club, still in love with the reaper and the responsibility that came with the patch--but Opie Winston lacked that flicker of enthusiasm now.

"How does your dad feel about you being back at the table?"

"Said he's proud of me."

He was a man of very, very few words. But the tone that he took--the sheer relief twined into contentment--spoke a greater volume.

Piney would always support his son, feel a sense of gratification from his involvement in the club. And, of course, Ope felt grateful to be back--but it was different now.

He'd served time for his club. Donna consistently argued that they sold him out and that he was fucking stupid for running back into the arms of SAMCRO.

But it was his brotherhood. The Sons of Anarchy were his family--his lifeline. He was nothing if not blessed to be patched back in.

"And I guess that wife of yours isn't too happy about it?"

"How'd you reach that conclusion?"

"Well," she ignored that Tig was waiting for her, standing directly in front of him. "If she was genuinely thrilled about you being back here, she'd have been coming to Gemma's dinners, and spending more time at the clubhouse with us. But she isn't, and I'm starting to realize that she probably hates me now."

His head shook. "She doesn't hate you. It's just...It's just raw. Weird being back, I think."

"She didn't even have to leave. She knows that."

Donna did know that. But there was always something about Gemma. About the way she let things slide so often, how she felt that she had Clay so pussy whipped that he'd be at her every beck and call--but, really, that was redundant. Because Gemma let him get away with fucking murder.

Literally.

"Is she gonna be there tonight?

"Of course. She wouldn't miss Jax's son coming home." He got up, reaching for her hands. "Sorry that she's been so distant with you, Isla. But she's just been stressed out--money worries and the kids and stuff, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Donna wasn't traditionally a worrier. But five years worth of finances, being a single mom, and fretting over her husband potentially not making it out of prison alive, just did that to a woman.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so." Grateful for her offering, though recognizing how damn stubborn his wife was, he conceded. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime. And if you change your mind, or need me, you know where I am--"

"Isla!"

"He is getting on my last fucking nerve today." She groaned, flipping Tig off as she looked over the ledge. "I'm coming! Give me a minute!"

"I've given you plenty of minutes! Just get your ass down here!"

"Just go," Ope chuckled, leaning down to peck her cheek. "We can have this talk another time."

Isla turned back to him, frowning. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Go 'n talk to him--I'll see you tonight."

He was such a nice guy. So considerate, kind.

She loved him a lot.

The flouncy sundress rose to the middle of her thighs as she sauntered through the clubhouse, hearing Trager talking--rather conspicuously, though slightly muffled--to somebody on his cell.

"C'mon, Tiggy. Why'd you yell at me?"

He waved his hand to shut her up, gesturing for the blonde to follow him out of the clubhouse and toward his bike.

"Yeah, cool. K, brother--see 'ya later. Bye." He hung up and slid the phone into the pocket of his cut, swiveling to face Isla with a smile. "You ready?"

"For what?"

"The party?" Tig told her, watching confusion sweep over her face. "I'm taking you over 'cuz you want a drink and don't wanna drive home after? And that you're probably gonna end up heading home with Juice, or something--"

"Juice?"

"It always happens," he shrugged, pointing at the helmet he set out for her at the back of his bike. "We all head out, you get too drunk, you take a liking to Juicy, and you try to ride his dick."

"What?" Isla got herself situated behind him as he got on first, her arms wound around his waist. "That was one time. I've only slept with him once, and I told you it'd never happen again."

"And why is that?"

Her cheeks flushed red, the engine revving sending vibrations through her entire frame.

"Because he was too gentle." Tig's foot collided with the kickstand.

"And the little Catholic girl likes it rough."

She felt the solid gold crucifix burning a hole into her chest.

"Yes. I like it rough." He groaned, leaning into her. She swatted at his chest over his shoulder, laughing heartily. "Just take me to see the baby, dickhead."

The bike sped out of the lot and Isla was loving the thrill of being on two wheels. She'd always liked being stuck to the back of somebody's Harley--but she'd never own one herself.

Isla was like Gemma. She felt stable enough riding with somebody, but riding alone--being in control of the motorcycle--was fucking terrifying.

Jax and Opie had encouraged her to take a ride at one point, but it didn't end very well, and Chibs spent the best part of two hours trying to stitch his daughter back up whilst Gemma castigated the two imbeciles who thought it was even reminiscent of a good idea.

Weaving through traffic gracefully, freely, was appealing to her, however. But she wouldn't be caught dead--alone--on a fucking bike.

Plus, she quite enjoyed being taken places. Escorted by a member of the club. It was safe.

The wind whirred and whipped around them, and she wished she didn't make the effort with her hair tonight. It was ruined, tousled to within an inch of its life, and she dreaded the thought of having to brush the knots out in Jax's bathroom.

Still, commuting via Harley was a hell of a lot quicker and had a few more benefits than commuting via car.

But the looks that they got were piercing. Horrible. Mainly from Hale stationed beside his squad car, watching as Isla and Tig raced down the freeway.

"He likes you." He spoke over the roaring engine when he hit the first stop light all night. "He hates that you've never given him a chance--"

"He's a cop, and I'm the outlaw's daughter. I've been raised to hate his kind."

Tig nodded his approval, setting off once again when the light switched to green and all opposing traffic stood still.

At one strange point in time, David Hale had his sights set on Isla Telford. He was in love with her. Completely besotted.

And she never gave him a second glance because, for one, she wasn't interested. He hated that she was so close to Jax and Opie, but not him, and he wished that she'd push herself away from the bad guys to grow closer to the heroic law-enforcer.

But he was a control freak above everything else, and Isla was just a free-spirit. She was loyal to her friends and family but she didn't want to get tied down, and she didn't want to become friendly with a fucking cop.

The only cop she liked was crooked. And Unser was in a similar spot to her--a little too affiliated with SAMCRO, but not completely doted on. Though, they were both strangely essential fixtures, and Clay would've been lost without them.

"Juice is here." Tig taunted as he helped her off the bike, holding her hand when she stumbled over herself a little. "Try to keep those panties on."

"Can't make any promises, Tiger." Her growl was seductive, though he knew that she was fucking with him.

She'd given up rebuking his claims, instead feeding into them because, with Trager, she couldn't seem to win. He was sleazy, and she loved that back and forth.

What she loved more, though, was that he was comfortable. He was a strange man, and nobody really understood just where he came from, but Isla liked that she could make jokes of any kind around him. He was easy to get along with. Easy to love.

And, man, did she love Alex Trager.

"If you do fuck him, though, would you make a video?"

Isla stepped into Jax's front room, turning on her heels. "Who said that we haven't already got one?"

She chuckled and wandered into the party, leaving Tig with a few convoluted thoughts and even more raunchy questions.

"Fuck. Gemma taught her well." He grumbled under his breath, reaching for the beer in Half-Sack's hand.

He slumped on the couch, motioning for his usual lay to sit in his lap as he watched Juice fawn over his little blonde friend making conversation with some other random woman already.

"Yeah, totally..." she agreed with whatever the girl was saying, but her eyes were glued on Tara. Just floating around the party.

She felt bad that the doctor was alone. Despite all that she thought of her, being out of ones depth in such an intimidating setting wasn't very nice. And Isla was an empath.

"D'ya think anyone 'round here has any nail glue?"

"Gemma might." She smiled, pointing toward the kitchen.

Grateful that she managed to shake that one off, Isla weaved through the small conclave and sat beside Tara, offering a friendly face during a time of such discomfiture.

Her heart was aching, the sheer nervousness was palpable, and she knew that Tara felt the same way too.

But Isla just sucked it up. Because she wanted to talk to her, and had to be the one to initiate it.

"Thanks for coming." Her smile was wide, genuine.

She offered a beer to the brunette, hoping that she'd take it.

"Thanks for asking me here." Tara accepted it, glad that Isla remembered she wasn't particularly a wine girl like herself.

Christ. This is awkward.

"Trust me, you were the first person I asked to come tonight."

"How so?"

"Well," a little bit more comfortably, she faced her completely, "you've literally nursed Abel back to health. You've been there every step of the way. You've been the best surgeon. And, as much as I hate to say it, you helped Wendy so much, Tara. I'm really thankful for all that you've done for this family."

"It's my job." She tried to brush the comments off, but her heart definitely fluttered at the praise.

Isla never changed. She was still the sweetest soul, she thought.

"I know, but you've had it rough with this lot--with Gemma, I mean."

"She isn't anything I can't handle." Confidently, she asserted.

"I know, and I'm glad that you're able to stand your ground." Reluctant, a hand landed against Tara's palm.

She jolted a little bit, but softened into the embrace.

It was comfy, warm. Prosperous, perhaps, because it meant something. Tara not jerking away and leaving once Isla offered a friendly embrace, was promising.

They spoke about the baby for a little while, and shared a few laughs at Tig's expense. It was strange, really. To be talking to her ex-best friend was strange, but she'd missed it.

Donna joined the mix, too, and it was starting to feel like old times. Isla recognized that they'd never slip back into that routine, the dedication to one another that they'd known when they were kids--but it was nice.

The conversation stuttered and it wasn't able to flow as freely as what she might've liked, but it was a start.

To know that she had something resembling an acquaintanceship with two women she admired, was nice.

And Jax introducing his baby to his brand new home, to his extended family that were already so fucking dedicated to him, was just the most wonderful thing ever.

"What about a beer?" Clay joked, holding the bottle close to Abel. Jax laughed, though he shook his hand away. "What? Grandpa can't give him his first beer?"

"No, he can't."

"I'll take it, though. If you're offerin'." Chibs grabbed the Budweiser and twisted the cap with the leather grip of his glove.

He gestured to Isla, tipping it toward her. "Want some?"

"No, you're alright." She went back to her wine, smiling at that little bundle of happiness in Jax's arms, wondering how the hell he'd gotten to be in this position now.

But it was because of Tara. Her commitment, her talent, and sheer want to help that angel through the roughest patch that a baby could have possibly been thrust into.

How Gemma could still loathe that girl--after everything she did--was beyond her completely.

Tara was the unlikeliest hero in Abel's story.

"Why is it that every time I see you, your highlights get more chunky?" Gemma smiled at the comment, turning to see her favorite girl, flaunting the most beautiful smile.

She handed Isla the bottle of whatever wine Chibs could get this evening, unable to quit beaming at the thought of her grandson finally being at home. Where he belonged.

"I told you I'd do them for you, Gem."

"I know," she nodded, playing with a few strands of hair, "I was gonna ask you, but you've been a little distant this week--didn't wanna add to your workload, baby."

"That's super considerate of you. Are you alright?" Isla teased, holding a hand to Gemma's forehead.

She slapped it away with a laugh. "Fuck you. I'm always considerate."

"Sure you are. That's why Wendy is here, right?"

"No," her head shook, "she's here 'cuz this is her house. If I had it my way, she'd be out on her ass faster than what you could even say 'crank whore.'"

Isla wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, tipping her head toward the blonde in the living room.

"I thought you made sure she was gonna be here tonight?" Confused, she quizzed.

She was under the impression that Wendy was starting to grow on her. After she'd tried to kill her, of course.

"I did," Gem confirmed. "But only because I knew it'd be awkward between her and Tara."

Amazed, or maybe fucking horrified, Isla simply glared at her.

It should've been obvious to her--plain as day--that Gemma Teller doing a good thing was simply a bullshit facade, built in order to take away from the fact she wanted to do an inherently bad thing.

But Isla liked to see the good in people, so it wasn't. And that really was one of her mot fatal flaws.

"She thanked me for letting her stay, too."

"And what'd you say to her?" Almost as if she didn't want to know the answer, she asked.

Black nails danced along the rim of her wine glass as she leaned against the counter, watching everybody enjoy themselves as they bitched and moaned.

"That she's lucky to be alive."

"Jesus, Gem," her head shook disparagingly, disappointed perhaps.

But being surprised that the woman made a threatening comment toward Wendy, was just as stupid as being surprised at Tig for fucking another hooker during his free time.

"You've gotta keep her close, ma. She's the mother of your grandson, the woman your son did love at one point."

Ma. The word rolled off her tongue unintentionally most of the time, but she didn't hate it.

Gemma was the mother figure in her life--hell, she was the mother figure in a few of the Sons' lives--and it didn't feel weird using that around her. It was affectionate. She adored it.

"Jax never loved her," matter of fact, she retorted. "They got drunk together. They smoked dope together. They didn't love one another--"

"They got married." Isla reminded her. "They have a kid together. They have a lot of history."

"Just because they have history, doesn't mean they love one another. You've got history with him."

Her chuckle was throaty, almost a full-on splutter. "We have not got that same history--we're friends, Gem, you know that's different."

She supposed the blonde was right.

There was hell of a contrast between friends for life and friends with benefits--and Gemma knew that. She just didn't like that Jax gravitated toward Wendy when he'd always had Isla right there in front of him.

Though, she was more than aware that the pair didn't look at each other that way--she still lauded the thought of the two together.

"I still hate her."

"I know," Isla laughed at Gemma's irritability, sipping on her wine, enjoying the sight of everybody having a damn good time.

"She's checking into rehab, too."

"Really? Where?"

"Some place in Oakland, I think." Gemma added, smiling at Clay when he wandered over to the pair. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"You think she's gonna stick to it?"

"Couldn't tell 'ya." He answered for his wife, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Isla's cheek. "She's determined though, I'll give her that."

"Yeah?" His nod was optimistic--strange for Clay Morrow. "Well, I'm glad she's working on herself, anyway. She's got potential."

"You hate her."

"I know." She didn't refute the assertion. "But I'm still happy for her."

At least somebody is.

She wasn't lying. Wendy was a good girl, a woman tortured for no good reason. And she felt for her, she really did.

It'd been a shock, finding out that she was pregnant. But it wasn't like they weren't expecting it--what with the rate she and Jax were going at it.

From the start, Isla and Gemma were worried. She was notorious for her crank habit and the girls thought she was going to kill herself before she had the chance to see her son into the world.

And that almost happened, didn't it?

The doctors at St. Thomas were fucking miracle workers--Isla was on pins and needles waiting for a call to say that Wendy and Abel were okay.

But she tried not to dwell on that, now. They were both as healthy and Abel was as happy as he could've been, so Isla was content. She wasn't pleased, but she was comfortable with the way that things were going.

Tara, however.

"No!" She yelled, backing out of the nursery. "No, fuck you, Jax."

Juice stumbled backward when she nudged him out of the way, pulling her purse from the kitchen counter.

Isla and Gemma couldn't not stare.

"Tara, c'mon!" Jax called after her, but it was too late.

The front door had been slammed shut and the party came to a complete standstill. A thickening tension was shrouding the group, and things were only just starting to simmer.

"What was that all about?" The blonde asked Juice, leaning against the island.

She didn't want to prove Tig to be right but, after a few glasses of wine, Juan Carlos Ortiz was starting to pique her interests.

He swallowed thickly, watching Clay leave the room. "He said something about Wendy--wanting to keep whatever it is that he and Tara have going on the down low so it doesn't set her off, or something."

Makes sense.

"He has a point. She's doing really well lately." He continued. "Jax would hate to stunt her progress by shoving his relationship with Tara in her face."

Isla was rattled.

Jax hadn't talked to her in days, and she wasn't aware that so much had changed. She wasn't aware that he had established a relationship with Tara Knowles.

Again.

You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another.

She was too irritated to reside in that same room as Gemma, now. Knowing the conversation she'd initiate the second that Juice left was too fucking much. So she left first, instead.

The living room was almost empty. Just Clay, Bobby, Tig, and Chibs sat around the couches as Donna, the kids, and Ope were preparing to set off.

Everything was annoying her, now. She hadn't made the effort with Donna all night, but she was pissed that she hadn't started to say goodbye to her yet.

Isla was so fucking irritated that she didn't even want to talk to Tig, or her father. So she didn't.

"Where're you going, petal?" Chibs asked, hindering her plan to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the night. He knew that she'd crack a smile at the nickname.

"I was just wandering. Not really sure what to do with myself."

"Come sit down," he gestured to the space between himself and Tig, and wound an arm around her when she met the leather. "I've missed 'ya."

"Tonight? Or just in general."

"In general. It's been a few days, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." Her head rested against his Sgt. At Arms patch, and she sighed. "Work has been so fucking busy and I feel like I haven't gotten a moment to myself this week."

Isla only worked a part-time gig at some shitty salon just on the outskirts of Charming--edging into Stockton--but she hated her job.

She hated driving into the city every morning and evening, wasting a fuck ton of her paycheck on gas when, really, there was no point.

She hated her cunt boss.

Hated her cunt clients.

She hated that nobody really spoke to her because of who her father was. And when they did speak to her, it was almost like they were scared. Of Isla.

Gemma had always promised her that there was a space at the auto shop for her had she needed it, but she couldn't think of anything worse than having to answer to Gemma and Clay every single day.

Well, more than what she already was, anyway.

"Who'd 'a thought that being a hairdresser was so demanding?"

"Me, apparently." She joked, watching Tig get up and leave the room.

It'd turned somber. A little too bleak for her liking, but she guessed that everyone felt a bit awkward after Tara stamped out and Jax sat on his porch. Alone. With a bottle of whiskey.

She hated the hold that woman had over him sometimes. The way he was so fucking devoted to Tara Knowles that she could literally slap him, scream in his face, and ruin his son's homecoming party--and he would still pine for her.

She'd never understand that.

And she didn't understand how such a lively bunch of individuals had mellowed out over the course of two hours, either.

The party had disappeared. Dissipated into nothing and the atmosphere she once lauded was completely dead in the water.

It was fucking grim, and she couldn't wait to head home.

"Can I come with you tonight?"

"Why'd you even ask? Y'know you're welcome to come home with your old man whenever you want." Chibs told her a little bit stern, though it was essentially full of love.

She just smiled up at him, a bit buzzed. But she was having a good-ish time and who was he to chastise her for drinking a little too much tonight?

"Wanna head off now?"

"Yeah--lemme just say 'bye' to Gemma."

"Alright, I'll be out front. Don't forget your purse." He reminded, knowing she was too ditsy for her own good.

Chibs helped her to her feet, letting go of her hand only to part ways for a few moments.

Her mood was perking up, now. The prospect of being able to spend a few hours with her dad after a long fucking day, was just the best.

And she'd really missed him. Missed the time they once had an abundance of. Missed the evenings that they'd spend talking, drinking, watching movies, doing the generic father daughter activities.

They hadn't had that for a while, and it was truly a blessing that it was within reach tonight.

Well. It was within reach for all of five minutes.

"Oh my God--" Gemma's cell slipped from between black nails and bounced across the table. Saturated hues were locked on Isla, and her head shook.

"What?"

"There's--there's been an accident." She managed to muster out. "Or, maybe a drive-by, I don't know, but Donna--"

"Donna?" Piney's attention was snatched at the mention of his daughter-in-law. He stood up. "What about her?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Gemma was going to say because it was just the usual now, wasn't it?

Being affiliated with SAMCRO just did that to somebody. Man, woman, child. They didn't fucking care.

"She's--Piney, she's dead."

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[bbrandy2002]

Fool’s Rush In

Part 10

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt 71 “Dont be stubborn. Try it.”

Word Count: 1890

Pairing: Liam and Riley

Thanks @burnsoslow​ for beta reading and pretty much having to drag me across the finish line, as well as all the weeks and weeks of listening to me whine and pity myself.  And @emkay512​ for pre-reading and your encouraging words late Monday that made my whole night.

a/n: this is crack, plain and simple. I haven’t written since mid-october; just been paralyzed with fear over my own writing and this is my practice run and basically the best I could come up with. I’m going to try so so hard to finish this series

The new royal couple, fresh off their Vegas flight, stepped up to a makeshift podium the press had created on the tarmac. It was packed tightly with news station microphones crammed in every nook and cranny, one on top of the other. Voice recorders were spread across its surface, and the crown's private jet served as the backdrop. A bevy of frenzied reporters -- domestic and international -- pushed and elbowed their way into one another in hopes of getting the closest shot of the newlyweds and a chance to have their questions answered first.

“King Liam! Is the marriage binding?”

“How long have you known, Miss Brooks?”

“Were you trying to make a political statement by having a hooker at the ceremony?”

“Your Majesty! Will the monkey be joining your court soon?”

So many questions, most followed by laughter and snickers directed at the King and his bride.

Liam frowned as his eyes dashed side to side in a diligent effort to understand the literally thousands of questions that were lobbed at him all at once. He blinked rapidly as one flash of a camera after the next blinded and bleached his vision. Just as it would return to normal, another successive set of flashes would set him back again.

He had been a part of news conferences since he was a child, when he would watch his late father speak from different parts of the world, near and far, about this policy or that deal. Yet this was different. This was not only the biggest breaking story in Cordonia -- or even Europe -- but one that had swept the world. 

His drunken actions two nights ago, no doubt, would have created a stir; however, it was Maxwell's post on Instagram of the ceremony that now made him tabloid fodder. Everyone knew about the king who was married by his own brother and an Elvis impersonator, the leg-humping monkey that served as a ring bearer, and the chain-smoking, tube-top-wearing prostitute who was the maid of honor. As confident as Liam had been that he could handle this, as he'd dealt with so many other stories of intrigue regarding the monarchy, he couldn't dispel the twisting feeling that burrowed deep into the pit of his stomach.

Maybe Madeleine was right: he had become a laughingstock. A failure. Just one big fuck up.

As much as he hated to hear the things said about him, he could deal with it. In the morning, he would call Prince Harry to swap stories, survival tips, and perhaps share a good laugh about it.

It was just ...

Liam felt Riley's tiny hand grip his a little tighter. He wouldn't blame her one bit if his little pussycat turned around and headed back up the steps to the jet and returned to Las Vegas. The only thing Liam wanted to do was keep her shielded from the hurtful comments and insensitive questions. But to his astonishment, she stood there with all the feigned confidence in the world, flashing a big, beaming smile that lit his heart on fire, while staring back at him affectionately. She was handling the situation better than she was before they stepped off the plane. He knew she was doing it for him. God, she just makes everything better. 

Feeling a little more grounded and in control, Liam returned her smile. A touch of radiance sparkled between his eyes and hers, as if it were some sort of unspoken conversation only they understood. Riley knew exactly what he needed at that moment to rise above this scandal they were both being raked over the coals for: He needed her to be okay.

Raising his free hand to calm the crowd so that he might address their concerns, he noticed the press' attention and cameras suddenly shift away from him and into the distance. Murmurs and chatter soon erupted. Naturally, Liam's gaze followed suit -- towards a group of heavily-armed soldiers heading their way. They wore white hazmat uniforms and had self-contained breathing apparatus and personal protective equipment. Leading the charge was a well-dressed gentleman in a three-piece suit with a shiny bald head that glistened with heavy perspiration. 

He walked like he hadn't shit in weeks.

Liam squinted and lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight. “The hell is that?”

Riley inched closer to Liam and clasped his suit jacket. "What's happening right now? Who are all those people, Liam?"

Liam's forehead creased in puzzlement; he didn't know. Wrapping his arms protectively around Riley, he pulled her even closer but never answered the question. It wasn't until the uniformed men stopped briefly and pointed to Drake, who was standing with his arms crossed at the bottom of the stairs, that it suddenly became clear who they were looking for.

Reporters and onlookers had been so focused on Liam’s return with the American woman, they hadn’t noticed that the brooding Walker had exited the jet last among their posse. Just as everyone had watched replays and snippets of Maxwell’s Instagram video, they were also fully aware the King’s best friend wasn’t exactly returning to Cordonia … healthy … thanks to Maxwell’s Tik Tok sing-along. 

A video Drake Walker had no clue existed. 

 The crowd began to disperse in fear and panic. If men in hazmat suits were needed, they could only assume this went well beyond your casual, run-of-the-mill STD.

Still in no mood to play around, Drake started yelling obscenities and gradually backing away from the hazmat brigade that was closing in on him like a cheetah at a water buffalo hole. 

"Mr. Walker," a heavily echoed voice called out, sounding oddly reminiscent of Darth Vader through their breathing contraption, "we need you to come with us."

"The fuck I do." Drake shook his head emphatically while continuing to slide away from them. "I'll beat the shit out of all of ya if you so much as touch me."

"Now, Mr. Walker, don't be stubborn. Try it, and you'll find yourself with a nice little tranquilizer to the ass. Are you going to come with us willingly, or do we have to make this more difficult than it needs to be?"

Drake stood motionless in disbelief. "I don't even know what you guys want or what you think I did," he squawked with a hint of desperation in his tone.

"Tough titties. SEIZE HIM!"

With that order, Drake twisted on the heels of his boots and took off, dodging and weaving away from a bunch of men he had no clue why were even after him. 

He had a pretty good hunch, though, who set this chain of events in motion.

The bald guy in a three-piece suit walked up to Liam and flipped his badge open. "Your Majesty?"

Liam nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the man's credentials. "I am. What is the meaning of all this? What the hell are you doing with Drake?"

"Sir, if you will, it has come to our attention that Mr. Walker is a public health risk and highly contagious. We will have to secure him into our custody at once."

Liam scrunched up his face in utter confusion and stared back at the official before responding, “He just has case of crabs, syphilis, herpes, genital warts, gonorrhea, and chlamydia. You’re treating him like he’s about to start some damn worldwide pandemic. Without sexual contact and with heavy doses of medications and creams, Drake should be able to live a normal life like anyone else. So, as the ruler of this country, I am ordering your men to stand down at once.”

“My apologies, King Liam, but my orders come from the World Health Organization and the United Nations. You'll need to take this up with them. Dr. Wolfschitz was clear on the protocol."

"Dr. Wolfschitz?" Liam questioned as realization quickly set in. He twisted around to face Leo, who had this enormous shit-eating grin, the likes he'd never seen on him before. "You? You did this?"

“Walker messed with the wrong bull, little bro.” Leo stuck up his pointer fingers on both sides of his head with a menacing scowl and smugness in his tone. “Now he gets the horns.”

Liam swatted away one of Leo's finger horns. “This is serious, Leo. Not everything is a joke! You're going to fix this, NOW!"

Leo placed a comforting hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, patting it a few times before speaking softly to him. “Look, I know you’re upset right now. You two were very close. But the Drakester is going to a far better place. There’s a big open field and everything where he can run and play all day with others just like him. And all the meaty bones he can eat too … lucky bastard.”

Riley had to bury her face in Liam’s chest to prevent the laugh that threatened to escape, but the bobbing of her shoulders was something she couldn’t hide. 

“NOW, Leo!” 

Leo tried to hold his ground but was too weak to resist the impatient glare Liam was burning into his soul. After a brief moment, he rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Why ya gotta be such a dillhole, Liam? Do you realize you get rattled faster than a two-tit turtle on a tightrope? It's really not your best quality, little brother, but we can work on that." Annoyed, Liam rubbed a hand over his eyes and groaned as his brother continued, "Either way, Father always said, ‘if you can't help your fellow man out, you might as well become one of the Walkers.’ Truer words were never spoken so eloquently.”  Leo raised his eyes to the heavens thoughtfully before thinking better of it and lowered them toward the ground. "May you rest in peace, Father," he shouted.

As Leo trotted off to speak with Bald Dude to confess his false claim, Bastien helped guide Liam and Riley through the rambunctious swarm of reporters and spectators. Once they reached the limo, Liam helped Riley inside as Maxwell rounded the vehicle and climbed in on the other side. Pausing for a moment before sliding in, the King placed his hands on top of the open door of the limo and turned one last time to check on his friend. He swallowed hard over the guilt of leaving him behind. As His Majesty watched in horror, Drake took a tranquilizer dart to the back of the thigh and Bastien insisted the area was a security threat, shoving him inside. They would send another car to transport Drake and Leo back to the palace. 

Bastien stomped on the gas pedal and sped off, kicking up dirt and smoke as the tires peeled and squealed against the fiery Cordonian asphalt.

When they passed through the airport's security gate, a small motorcade following closely behind, Liam finally lifted his head, his eyes growing wide when he realized what just happened: Bastien's shove had sent Liam flying across the seat to land face-first into a lap — her lap. 

He stayed frozen in place, unable to look anywhere but the two slender, bronzed legs peeking out below the hem of his new wife's dress. 

Riley lifted an eyebrow, a slight grin dangling from her plush pink lips. "Something you wanna say, Your Majesty?"

Everything that had just happened in the 15 minutes since they landed was long forgotten. Drake who? Liam glanced up with a devilish smirk. "Welcome to Cordonia, Pussycat."

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[mammothhammoth]

| Satoru Gojo x Badass GN Reader Headcanons

[angst, fluff, NSFW, swearing below]

I got carried away with this and it’s kind of an absolute mess

It’s funny cause at first you couldn’t stand him, you thought he was too egotistical………. and a loser

I mean the dude is HIS OWN hype man, even if you have 112% self confidence, if you’re the only one cheering you on then, you a loser (it’s okay dough)

He started seeing you around a lot after he graduated

It was like really weird tho, he saw you A LOT for like 4 months straight and then you straight up vanished

And then one day he saw you talking to the now principal Yaga Masamichi

Like uuuuhhhhhmmchildeanywayso

He questions him after but he isn’t getting an answer

So he takes it upon himself and attempts to track you down but that fails cause you’re one of those EXTRA cool characters that just doesn’t exist unless they’re on screen……..

Until one day…. One day when he gets sent on a mission a few towns away so he’s set up with a little motel for the night

But when he opens the door, you’re sitting on the table reading a book, drinking a cooler

He almost has a damn stroke

He stands there for a sec in utter shock before lowkey questioning you a bit

Well he starts off with “Nice to finally speak to you”

………..

Nothing

“Oh so you’re the silent type.”

Little does he know, you’re cool, stealthy, sneaky but also….. really fucking dense so it takes you like 10 minutes to realize he’s even there

But by the time you do he’s immersed in a one sided conversation so you just stare at him until he locks eyes (blindfold) with you and he just

Malfunctions

Why is your gaze so intense

It’s not supposed to be you’re just staring like a deer in headlights not knowing where to lead this conversation

You lowkey scare him but in a good way

You don’t know how it happens like AT ALL cause as far as you’re aware only like 3 words were spoken the rest of the night but when you woke up you were naked next to a naked Gojo

You throw on a robe you brought with you, not even bothering to tie it cause you’re just thAt cool

It’s not that you’re confident, no, you just don’t f#cking care, you used to care about your appearance and how others perceive you but after certain incidents the need to please just… faded away

When he woke you were drinking a tea (with too much sugar probably) sitting against the headboard

You guys skirted around each other after that, not that you wanted to, Gojo just didn’t know how to approach you and you don’t understand feelings sooooo

But conveniently you happened to move closer (before you were in Italy because [redacted]🙂)

And you guys kept getting paired together

After Itadori Yuuji joined you were “hired” as a teacher to help (monitor) him

Things just kinda fell into place after that

Gojo started chasing you

He would bring you food, literally everywhere HE got something he also got YOU something and then would hunt you down to give it to you

You still haven’t actually talked to him but when you do it’s the first time you see his eyes

You just stared at him like the night in the motel before saying “I was hoping you were hiding a scar or something” and then walking away

GOJO.exe has stopped working

You start talking to him more after that

He would never tell you but every time he watches you fight he would almost pee his pants

He could outpower you but if he tried you would outsmart him, your wits and techniques are ASTRONOMICAL

Things don’t really become official until after Yuuji “dies” and you show up at his house for comfort

You guys spend the night in each other’s arms and when you wake up (with clothes on this time) you make breakfast together and he gets you to laugh

That’s when he realized he’s in love with you

When you find out Yuujis not dead you’re happy but when you find out Gojo knew he wasn’t the whole time you felt sad

You managed to chalk it up to all a timing thing. Gojo was conveniently paired with you on that mission, and was attracted to you that’s why you woke up naked together

You conveniently moved closer after that and he probably felt obligated to smooth things out with his one night stand

He just so happened to be training Yuuji so you thought he would need comfort over his “death” too

So you avoid him after that

He doesn’t like it

He tries extra hard to make it up to you, instead of buying you food this guy starts hand making stuff for you with little letters apologizing

He invited you to a festival and you reluctantly go

And you have an amazing time

At the end of the night he takes you to a secluded bridge with a beautiful stream underneath as you watch the fire works and kisses you with so much adoration you get weak in the knees

Literally

He had to catch you

You apologize for misunderstanding but he just shakes his head “you’re so dense”

Cue another silent treatment

“WAIT- I DIDN'T MEAN THAT YOU KNOW IT!”

You two become an ACTUAL power couple after that, like you two are the most powerful beings ever

He becomes your hype man too and since that classifies as someone else hyping you up, you are now cooler than him

Seeing you in action not scares him but lowkey gets him going, if there’s a tough mission and you end up breaking a few sweats with your badass skills you bet your ass you’re gonna be sweating A LOT more the rest of the night when you two get to your bedroom

He brags about you all the time too

“I have the coolest wife/husband/wusband”

You aren’t even engaged but he just KNOWS you’ll say yes when he proposes

When you find out he’s calling you a marital term you decided to swipe the rug out from underneath him and on one date night you take him to the bridge he kissed you, get down on one knee and ask him

“Will you marry me?”

There’s no elaborate speech, you can’t put how much you care about him into words

He stands there’s shocked for a second

…

…

…

You get impatient and stand before placing a ring on his finger and a ring on yours, kissing him and then leading him home

He doesn’t say anything and you think you did the wrong thing so when you’re taking your shoes off you start to apologize

“I’m sorry I did that, if you want to redo it we can or we can not do it all whatever you wa-“

He cuts you off with swiping you off your feet and kissing you so hard for so long you have to grab his hair and yank him away to breathe, which doesn’t last long cause after the first exhale he’s on you again

[NSFW content below if you are uncomfortable please don’t read and just skip ahead]

He takes you to bedroom, slowly peeling off your clothes on the way there

the last thing removed is his blindfold and when he does remove it you see watery eyes filled with absolute love and gratitude

He treats you like glass that night

Slow thrusts and gentle nibbling FILLED with praise, not even sexual praise he's just filled with so much emotion

“I love you so much”

“You make me so happy”

“You’re so amazing and beautiful”

He lets out the most amazing noises that night

His love for you wafting off of him in waves you can drown in

Your cool demeanor slipped away long ago and you became so vocal he’s shocked

“I love you too sweetie”

“You complete me baby”

“No one makes me feel the way you do”

“You take such good care of me- fill me up so good”

He’s so surprised his hips stutter a little but that little jolt hits that sweet spot inside you and you unravel beneath him

Seeing you like that instantly brings him to the edge

You guys catch your breath and then take a nice warm bubble bath after that

[End NSFW]

You hold each other close that night

Gojo never thought he’d have a happy ending like this, with his line of work and how crazy and dangerous everything is

You want to get everything off of your chest if you two are getting married so you start to apologize for how you are

“I’m sorry for coming off as cold most of the time I just don’t know how to-.... I just love you so much and -“

“It’s okay, I think you’re cool and love you with all of my heart and the kids think you’re cool and we all care about you”

“People always confuse cool with cruel”

He just hugs you close, he had his suspicions but he hoped they were never confirmed

He honestly didn’t understand at first how you can be insecure because of how badass and cool you are

But as he watched your interaction or- lack thereof with people he understood

You aren’t cool cause you want to be

People think your ~don’t give a f#ck~ attitude is admirable but they don’t know the reason behind it

That’s one of the things that drew him to you, he wanted to know you

And that’s what drew you to him

As he held you he cured you of your insecurities and doubts and told you his

He knows he can be distant sometimes when he’s busy or how cocky he can get

But you told him that’s how you like it, that’s how you like him

You guys spent most of the night talking and whispering sweet words to each other

The students knew something happened as you two were VERY late the next day, and you looked….. happy

You never stopped being a badass after that night and you weren’t planning on it but you did smile more

You and Gojo had a simple wedding, you’re too cool for the extravagant stuff

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagine #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojō x reader #satoru gojo #anime imagines #anime #angst #fluff #insecure reader #headcanon

[stratossphere]

bodyguard | a. hotchner

summary: reader needs someone to spend the night with them while an escaped convict is stalking them, and they choose aaron hotchner, thinking he won’t even come.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m. recieving), fem! reader, dirty talk, language

a/n: this is my first fic so go easy on me lol

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"Okay. This is ridiculous." You scoffed, staring at Morgan. You did not need a bodyguard. You were 25!

"Ridiculous or cautious?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You silently wondered if he got them plucked and waxed to make them look that good. At your annoyed look, he sighed. "Well, how about this? I'll let you pick who guards you."

"That's stupid." You paused for a moment, mulling it over. "Okay, let me think about it." You sighed. You were on the brink of coming up with a plan, but you needed time to think. The man you had arrested had been released, and had promised in a letter to kidnap and torture you to his best ability. Comforting.

You sat at your desk for a while, mindlessly sorting through case files JJ had dropped on your desk, trying to think of some way to get out of being babysat by someone on the team. At first you were going to pick Derek because you liked his sense of humor, but then rationalized that he would probably make you sit in a corner.

Then you thought Reid, by Morgan would probably also say no. Reid was dealing with issues of his own, and the last time he had been a bodyguard for someone, they had ended up making out in a pool. And that was not happening.

Prentiss was unavailable because of a case in another state she was working with Rossi, and you knew JJ had Henry. Suddenly, it dawned on you. Ask for Hotch, and he would 100% say no. That left Garcia, and Morgan would most likely say no to that because she was unarmed. So you made your decision.

"Morgan!" You walked back up to his desk, a proud look on your face. You may not have been the smartest profiler, but you were definitely the best at getting your way.

"What's up, sweetheart?" He asked, turning in his chair and grinning at you. "You picked me, right?" Ooh, so confident. You shook your head.

"Hotch."

"Ooh, nicely played. No way he's going to say yes." He chuckled. "Go up and tell him."

"What? I have to tell him?" You complained, pouting. You didn't want to have to deal with his seemingly never ending temper. But alas, you marched your happy ass up to his office, and knocked on his door. He was on the phone but he motioned you in, telling whoever was on the phone he would need to call them back. He set down his phone, turning his attention to you. He looked exhausted, and if you weren't afraid of him, you would've told him he needed to go home.

"What?" He snapped impatiently, making you want to back out of that office as fast as you could. Hotch in a bad mood wasn’t exactly your favorite thing. You scoffed. Attitude much?

"Well, good evening to you, too."

"What can I do for you? I was kind of busy." He said a little softer, huffing and reaching again for his phone. You chewed on your lip. You hated asking people things. Even more so when they were apparently in a pissy mood.

"Morgan needs you to be my bodyguard for the night." You blurted, staring at your feet and then back up at him. He sighed deeply, staring at you for a second. Heck yeah, he's going to say no. You knew that look, seeing as he literally said no to you at least 5 times a day.

"Uh, okay. I'll get my stuff and take you home." He said, standing up. Your jaw dropped. No fucking way. He raised an eyebrow at your reaction to his words. Shit. Now you had to back your way out.

"What? No! You were supposed to say no!" You whined, throwing your hands in the air. Essentially throwing a fit in his office. In front of your boss. "You're obviously busy. See you later."

"I didn't ask what you wanted me to do, Agent. Get your stuff and we'll head to my car." He reprimanded, heading towards the door. "Let's go. And I don't want to hear any complaining." Well that was unexpected. You understood that he was overworked, but did he really need to yell at you?

"You're already acting like my drill sergeant and we aren't even home yet. Are you going to be this way the whole time?" You ignored his request, moping as you followed him. Morgan gave you a surprised/empathetic look as you passed by, and you pretended to throw up. He turned to look at you, clenching his jaw. You stopped as soon as his eyes met yours, straightening your posture. Force of habit, being around your straight-laced boss all the time.

"I can see you. You're right next to me." He muttered, giving you an annoyed look. You stifled a groan at his stone stature. This was going to be a long ride.

The drive home was silent, the only words spoken were "don't touch that" when you turned on the radio. He let The Beatles play, though, which you found interesting seeing as it was playing off the CD in his car already. Hotch likes Lennon. When you got home, you led him into your apartment, only after he'd cleared it for you. This was all so stupid.

"You should just go home. It's not like I'm going to die." You said as you watched him walk through the house with his shoes on. Who knew what kind of shit he had walked through in his work shoes?! Part of you was too afraid to see what his socks looked like anyways, so you let it go. You collapsed on the couch as you watched him look through stuff, that serious 'boss face' set even deeper than usual. It was exhausting, watching him frown so much. You always tried to make him laugh or smile, but to no avail. He was a stone cold bitch.

"No. You can't just be here by yourself." He said, stopping his pacing in front of you. His frown deepened (if that was even possible) at the amused look on your face, and he crossed his arms, pausing where he was standing in the kitchen. "What?"

"How do you just frown? All day? Like, I don't think I've ever seen you smile. Ever." You asked, giving him a curious look. He chuckled, shaking his head. But he didn't smile. How do you manage to laugh without smiling? Maybe he was soulless. That would make a lot of sense, honestly.

"You should go to bed."

"I'm not tired. You just want to get rid of me." You scoffed, shaking your head. He pinched his nose, sighing heavily. You were starting to seriously annoy him. Personally, you thought it was very funny.

"If I say yes, will you shut up and go to bed?" He asked dryly. You put up your hands in defense, getting up and rolling your eyes. You didn't need that kind of disrespect in your own home.

"You can't be my boss when we're in my house." You pointed out, turning on the living room light. "Hotch. Take off your shoes. Stay a while. Jesus Christ." Him pacing like that was starting to seriously stress you out.

"My job isn't to 'stay awhile.' I'm watching you, not hanging out with you." But he did kick of his shoes, and low and behold, he was wearing plain black. Boring. He could've at least done some colored diamonds. "Why are you staring at my feet."

His voice startled you, and you glanced back up at his face. He had a questioning look on his face, and he looked annoyed. But then again, he always looked annoyed.

"Sorry. I was just noticing how boring your socks are." You mumbled. He really needed to get some fashion tips from Reid and Penelope when it came to socks. He would've yelled at you if you were back at the BAU, but all he did this time was laugh.

There! A smile. A small one, but still a smile.

"Stop profiling me. All my socks are the same." He said curtly, crossing his arms. You faked a disappointed sigh, shaking your head.

"You shouldn't have said that if you didn't want me to profile. You like order." You offered, sitting back down. He looked unfazed by this, and shrugged. Just slightly.

"You already knew that, though. You've spent a lot of time in my office." He pointed out. He took off his jacket, hanging it on your barstool. Okay. Making progress. You nodded, giving him a grim look. Well, he wasn't wrong. That man spent more time reprimanding you than he did actually talking to you.

"You also like yelling." You grumbled, grinding your teeth momentarily to show that it pissed you off.

"And apparently, you like being yelled at." He said with raised eyebrows. You watched him, hiding the small smile on your face behind your palm. He wasn't so scary when he looked like that. Face relaxed.

"You don't want to be here." It was very obvious. He wouldn't sit down, and he was seconds away from starting to pace again. Plus, he kept looking through the open window. He was watching. Waiting. It was making you just as restless as him. Who knew SSA Hotchner was so squirrelly?

"I could be home with my son right now." He admitted, raising an eyebrow at you as if to say and? so what? you chose to come here in the first place.

"Then go home." You stated simply.

"No." Ugh. So stubborn. You decided to make light of his attitude.

"Well, at least I know someone enjoys my company." You joked, patting the space next to you on the couch. "You should really sit down. You can't just stand there all night." You'd think after so much walking and standing at work, he'd want to sit down and relax.

To your surprise, he did sit down, crossing his arms. This was the most calmly dressed you had ever seen him, and yet he was dressed more formal than anyone who had ever taken you on a date. Your eyes lingered on the top button of his shirt. He had unbuttoned it at some point. The way his shirt fit snugly on his arms, his hands...

"Do you know anyone who seems to linger around your apartment too long? Seems to always be there when you leave?" He was trying to divert your attention back to the case, but you didn't feel like talking about it. At least he had stopped your staring. You hoped he hadn't seen it.

"You know, the good thing about this is that you left at a normal time today." You pointed out. When he could get away with it, you weren't sure he even left his office overnight. He was there later than you and always there earlier the next morning, so you couldn't be sure. If he didn't annoy you so much, you'd worry about his wellbeing.

"I don't appreciate you judging my work schedule. What I do after you leave is not under your jurisdiction." He stated tensely, clenching his jaw. You groaned, leaning your head back dramatically. He was starting to give you a headache.

"Hotch. Loosen up. Seriously. You could eat something, watch something on TV, go to bed, get a drink, talk to me without that glare on your face-" you tsked, "-I could go on forever."

"How about you go to bed and I'll watch something? You still have work tomorrow." He said, reaching for the remote. You sighed, getting up and giving up at the same time. He also had to work tomorrow but WHATEVER.

"Fine. But if you're going to watch The Bachelor, don't tell me what happens. I'm recording it." You warned, pointing at him aggressively. He shook his head disapprovingly as you walked away and into your room. It was weird, knowing Aaron Hotchner was sitting in your living room, and you were going to bed. Very weird. But you couldn't erase the stupid smile he had caused from your face.

All jokes aside, once you were in your room (and you could hear the news in the living room, you should've guessed), the reality of the situation was starting to set in. Someone was watching you. Waiting to murder you in any way they could. Most likely torture and mutilation as he had his original victims. And yet, they hadn't had enough evidence to prosecute. You were alone now, and there was no one to distract your stalker.

You checked out the windows a couple of times, hiding behind the curtain. You couldn't tell if it was the dark or your imagination, but you saw people everywhere. Shadows in the alley outside your window, someone standing across the street, you began to feel increasingly jittery. Okay. You gave up. You were not about to be murdered in your sleep when you had your made-of-steel boss basically waiting for your call. You weren't just going to waste your resources.

"Hotch?" You called, unable to hide the quiver in your voice. You heard footsteps, and a second later he was in your doorway, looking panicked. You were already starting to regret your decision. You didn't need him in here. You didn't. You didn't.

"What? What's going on?" He asked, halting to a stop and looking around frantically. You grimaced, shaking your head.  You needed him in here.

"Nothing. Sorry. I was just going to ask you if you could look around one more time. Just to make sure." You said sheepishly, looking at him hopefully. He sighed in relief, relaxing. You had obviously worried him.

"Of course. Stay with me, just in case." He waited for you to follow him before walking out of the room. His demeanor was relaxed, and you could tell he was sure there was nothing to worry about, but he was looking anyway, which was nice. You did a full sweep of the apartment and obviously came up with nothing. You couldn't ignore the fact that you had immediately felt at ease when you had seen his face.

"Clear." He said as he closed your closet door. Part of you wanted to laugh at the obscurity of the situation you had just witnessed. Your boss checking your closet for monsters. Ridiculous. But the other part was focused out the window. Maybe you weren't hallucinating.

"Hotch." You whispered, moving to the side so you weren't in full view. When he looked your way you pointed out the window to the person who actually was standing across the street. So you weren't crazy. Hotch looked out the window from where he was standing and immediately reached for his gun, not taking it out but not taking his hand off of it. He watched for a while, then removed his hand.

"He's walking a dog." He realized, slowly closing the curtain. You sat down on the bed, pulling your knees to your chest. You sighed in relief. You were being so stupid.

"Okay. This is a lot." You mumbled, watching him glance out the window one more time. He turned back to you, a concerned (or something like that) look on his face.

"I can sit in here until you fall asleep." He said quietly, nodding to the chair next to your bed. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, the offer not one you would expect from your boss.

"Uh, yeah. That would be great, actually." You climbed under your covers as you watched him sit down and dial a number. You didn't know how you were supposed to sleep with him talking on the phone, but you went along with it and laid down.

"Hey, Garcia. I know it's late. I need you to arrange tighter security around y/n's apartment. There's only so much I can do from here." He paused for a second, listening to whatever Penelope was saying on the other end. "Thank you. And please, stop calling me that." He hung up, and then dialed another number. You stared at the ceiling as you listened to him talk endlessly with like 6 different people about six different things, and thought: who knew hotch was such a loudmouth?

"What are you, a teenage girl?" You groaned, sitting up. He looked startled, but he stopped dialing.

"Excuse me?" He must've thought you were sleeping.

"I have never met someone who spends so much time on the phone. Do you ever sleep?" You complained, turning your head to look at him. He turned off his phone and set it in his lap, giving you an annoyed look.

"I thought you were sleeping."

"It's impossible to sleep when you're talking." You weren't about to tell him that his voice was comforting. More when he wasn't using his Unit Chief voice. But you had yet to hear much of that.

"Not true. Jack falls asleep every night to Harry Potter." He objected. You rolled your eyes, pulling the covers further up towards your chin.

"I'd rather you read then talk about case files." You muttered.

"I don't have a book." He argued. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, so you opened your nightstand drawer and pulled out some stupid mystery book you had never read. You didn't really have a lot of time for reading with your job.

"Profile and solve before the book ends." You suggested. "I'm sure you'll figure it out by the 3rd chapter or so. Probably the butler." For some reason, you were feeling pretty drowsy as soon as he had stopped talking, and it was getting hard to keep your eyes open. He gave you a gentle smile, opening the book and looking it over.

"Butler? It's usually the ex-boyfriend." He countered. You laughed weakly, closing your eyes and humming a small agreement.

"You can read it out loud, if you want." You mumbled. He paused for a second, and then he started reading. The book was about a dead son, and all the family were suspects. His voice has quieted down considerably, and as he turned the pages, his tone was barely audible. You fell asleep before he could get any farther than that.

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You jolted out of a bad dream of someone breaking in when you opened your eyes. You were leaning on your arm, but your arm wasn't on your mattress. It was in Hotch's lap. You looked up to see that he was asleep, head leaning back with his mouth slightly open. You got up, stretching your arm seeing as it was asleep. This woke him, and he jolted into awareness. You rubbed your eyes, trying to bring the room into focus.

"Calm down." You mumbled, falling back against your pillows. You tried to calm your heartbeat, but for some reason panic had set in and wouldn't leave.

"You were thrashing in your sleep. I couldn't get you to sit still unless I held you down like that." He said, explaining the way you had woken up. You closed your eyes again, taking deep breaths. "Are you okay?"

"Not at the moment, no." You huffed. You reached out your hand, finding his and squeezing it tightly. "This is kind of scary. What does it tell you about me that I'm an FBI agent scared of an invisible man?"

"Tells me that you're sane. I would be worried if you weren't scared." He held my hand in both of his, giving me a sympathetic look. "You're not even fully awake." His skin on your skin was making you feel a certain way, even if it was just his hands.

"Can you sit with me?" You mumbled, squeezing his hand tighter. His hands on yours were calming the panic a little bit, but not enough. He chuckled.

"I'm already sitting with you. You probably won't even remember this conversation in the morning."

"No, like, in bed with me. Just sit with me. Please?" You begged. You knew he was going to say no, but it never hurt to ask. He sighed.

"Fine. But just this once." He got up and walked over to the other side of your bed, crawling in slowly. You leaned up against his side and wrapped your arms around him, his arm coming to rest on your shoulders. His cologne smelled expensive, and it was comforting. He had taken off his button up shirt at some point, and all he was wearing was the white t-shirt he had been wearing underneath it. It was soft against your fingers, and it smelled of laundry detergent. You could feel his heartbeat with your head on his chest like that.

You fell asleep like that, and part of you wondered if maybe, just maybe, you had a soft spot for Aaron Hotchner. Not long after that, you regretted the thought as he woke you for the millionth time. The man wouldn't sit still. He kept shifting around, shoulder hitting your side or a kick to the leg. Only once did he mutter a gravelly sorry and still for about ten seconds. Finally, you had had enough, and you jolted into sitting position, looking at your alarm clock. 3:28.

"What is wrong with you?" You groaned, turning to look at him, a desperate look on your face. You couldn't sleep if he was going to keep doing that, and you had had enough. You startled him considerably, and his head whipped around to look over at you. He had resorted to a lying down position, his pillow shoved under his arm and his hair tousled. He looked pretty good like that.

"I didn't know you were awake." He muttered, resting his head on his hand. You mimicked his position, quirking an eyebrow at him. You had no idea if he could even see it in the dark. He sighed uncomfortably. "Nothing is wrong with me."

"You sure? Because you've shifted in your sleep more times tonight than I think I have in my entire life." You pointed out, lying back down on your side and keeping your eyes on him. "What's bothering you?"

"Well, it's just..." he trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I'm in a bed with my coworker, and then I had a nightmare-" Aw, poor baby. Wait what? Split second decisions were made.

"Come here." You said gently, opening your arms to him. He hesitated for a second before letting his head fall to your chest, sighing softly as your fingers found his hair. Yeah, you definitely had a soft spot for your boss. You did that for a while, just running your fingers through the dark strands and making it stick up all over the place. "You want me to help you relax a little bit?" It was a stretch, and there was a chance that he was going to shut down and go sit in the living room, but the haze of waking up in the middle of the night had brought you some welcomed confidence.

"You already did it! What's the harm in continuing to do it?" You pressed another kiss to his lips, inhaling the scent of his cologne. "Plus, I don't kiss and tell." His hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers coming in contact with the warm skin of your back. A low chuckle against your lips and he seemed to be okay with it.

"Oh you don't?" He complied as you started to unbutton his shirt, gasping for breath as he sucked harsh marks on your neck, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. Any bit of hesitation he had been displaying previously was gone, and now all you could see was animalistic hunger in his eyes. His skin against yours was intoxicating, and even though it wasn't physically possible, you wanted to press yourself closer to him. Your fingers found his belt buckle, blindly fumbling with the silver piece.

"You want to know a secret?" He breathed as he broke the kiss, helping you get his belt undone and sliding out of his work pants. You couldn't help but laugh, his words completely unexpected. "What's so funny?"

"A secret? My big bad boss wants to tell me a secret?" You rested your elbows on his shoulders, waiting for his answer. You were secretly curious to know what this secret of his was. He pressed another kiss to your lips before motioning to the black socks he was still wearing.

"These socks are reversible." He whispered. A small smile spread onto your face, your hand reaching down to his feet and peeling back his sock to see if he was bullshitting you. He wasn't. The socks may have been plain, boring black on the side he had chosen to wear outside, but on the inside, they had little Santas all over them. You started giggling again, pulling him back into a kiss.

"I love them, but I wanna see you naked." You sang, your hand slowly trailing its way down his stomach. He sucked in a harsh breath, quickly stopping your hand.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, tipping your chin so that your eyes looked into his. There was worry in his eyes, but at the same time, there was undeniable lust. You nodded eagerly, lips parting slightly in a way you hoped would get him all hot and bothered. He shook his head, sighing.

"I need to hear you say it."

"I want you. I need you, Hotch." You whined, opening your mouth again as his thumb dragged across your lips. He pressed his thumb into your mouth, watching you with hungry eyes.

"You can call me Aaron." He chewed on his lip as he watched you suck on his thumb, looking up at him with faux innocent eyes. Your fingers found the waistband of his boxers again, starting to pull them down slowly. This time he didn't stop you, groaning slightly as your fingers brushed his hard on and pushed his boxers off as he accommodated the movement. He had pulled his socks off after showing you, so now he was completely bare in front of you.

God, you wanted this man to rail you.

You released his finger, instead attatching your lips to his neck and kissing your way down his chest. He was heaving for breath, and you felt a small pang of pride at how worked up you had him without even touching him where you knew he wanted you to. His fingers made their way into your hair, pulling slightly. You wasted no time, and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. He gasped audibly, pulling a little harder and bucking his lips toward your mouth. You swiped your tongue over the slit, earning a filthy moan from his lips. He pressed deeper into your mouth, and he started to thrust heavily, fucking your face. You hollowed out your cheeks, the moans coming from his lips going straight to your cunt.

"Oh, fuck. J-just like that." He groaned, his nails digging into your scalp. Who knew Aaron Hotchner was so vocal?

You bobbed your head feverishly in turn of his thrusts, groaning as he pulled at your hair. Suddenly, he pulled you off, wiping your lips with his thumb before pulling you back to his lips for a brushing kiss. He started to aggressively pull of the remainder of your clothes, throwing them haphazardly across the room. He pushed you back on the bed, slotting a knee between your legs.

"You know, there's something that I like to think about a lot." He mumbled, his hand drifting down your stomach. The way your body reacted to his touch, back arching and breath quickening, was making him so hard his cock was aching for you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against him.

"Yeah? What's that?" You asked, gasping as he started running slow, lazy circles over your clit. "God, I need you inside me, Aaron."

"I think about fucking you until you scream. Watching you come on my cock while I pound into you. Feeling your skin against mine. Wondering how you would taste." He whispered into your ear, chuckling as you reached between you to line him up with your entrance.

"You and me both, sweetheart." You bit his lip, trying to push forward to get him inside you. He put a hand on your stomach, keeping you still and at the same time stopping his movements on your clit. He raked his hands through your hair as he slowly pushed into you, pausing to let you get adjusted to his size.

"Don't call me sweetheart." He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours as you jerked your hips up towards his. His cologne had filled your senses and clouded your brain, and you knew that in the future every time you smelled it, you were going to associate it with the feeling of being stuffed with your boss's cock.

"More. Please." You whined, gripping his shoulders and grinding your hips in hope of getting some friction to soothe the unbearable arousal that was begging to be quenched. You needed him. You couldn't handle any more. He chuckled, starting to slowly move his hips, starting a teasing pace that he knew wasn't even close to being enough. You let out a sound that was a mix of a moan and a whine, loving the feeling of him buried to the hilt inside of you.

"So needy, aren't you?" He lifted one of your legs so that it was up against his chest, effectively thrusting into a different position. You cried out as he hit your g-spot, putting your hand over his where it was gripping your breast.

"Fuck! Fuck yeah, right there!" You cried, feeling your orgasm starting to build in your lower stomach. He let out a groan as his thrusts became sloppier, signaling that his climax was close behind. Your moans became more sporadic and his name fell from your lips over and over again as your high approached. "Oh god, m'gonna cum." You were breathless, and barely able to get the words out.

"Don't." He leaned onto you, pulling you so that your chests were pressed together, you in his lap and his hands on your hips pulling you down onto him. You shook your head, gripping his hair and pulling. You couldn't hold it. Every part of your body was on fire, and your walls fluttered around him as you held on with everything you had. Finally, he moaned into your neck, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

"Cum. Cum all over my cock." He groaned, kissing you with teeth and tongue as you both came together, the feeling of his cum inside you causing you to moan on top of the euphoria from your orgasm. You both rode out your highs before holding that position, both trying to catch your breath. He then slowly pulled out of you, eliciting a whimper from you as he brushed your sensitive clit. You laid back on your bed, so blissed out you barely felt him lie down next to you.

He pulled you against his chest, his chin resting on your head and his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. After a while, you felt his cum start to leave you, so you got up to go to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up and peeing before going back into the bedroom, admiring the sight in front of you. Aaron, spread out on the bed, sweaty and disheveled. He looked gorgeous. You just stood there for a second, locking the sight into your memory. You had no idea if you would be able to do this again. The thought hadn't even crossed your mind that he might not want to see you again after tonight. He was, in fact, just supposed to be babysitting you. Not fucking you. Maybe he was sitting there thinking about how much he regretted having sex with you.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" His voice interrupted your intrusive thoughts, bringing you back to earth. You sent him a small smile, padding back to the bed and getting in next to him, sliding back under his arm.

"You're just so handsome. I can't believe Aaron Hotchner is naked in my bed." You mused, running your forefinger over the grooves and lines on the palm of his hand. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his free hand drawing lazy circles on your lower back. The thought of someone stalking you outside your window had definitely escaped your mind, and the anxiety that had plagued you earlier about your situation was no longer a thought as you laid in Aaron's arms.

"Get used to it, sweetheart. I can't imagine being anywhere else." He purred, giving you a chaste kiss. He smelled so good. Everything about him was just so amazing. You wanted him to hold you forever. You haphazardly ran your fingers through his soft dark locks, relishing the reaction you received from him when you did so. Eventually, the both of you drifted off, holding each other like that. That was certainly not how you thought the night was going to end.

——

Your alarm for work the next morning woke you, and for a second you freaked out. Shit! Someone was in your bed! Then you remembered, and sighed in relief as you sat up. He opened his eyes slowly, groaning and trying to keep you from getting up.

"We have to leave in 30 minutes." You mumbled, getting up and stretching your arms over your head. You knew he was a very routine-oriented person, so you thought it would be fair to at least warn him that you woke up and hour and a half after he did. It was common knowledge that he woke up way before he needed to be at work. Everyone at work poked fun at him for it. He shot up like a bullet, his eyes wide.

"30 minutes? Are you kidding me?" He rushed out of bed, frantically fixing his sex hair in the mirror. You laughed, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso.

"Calm down, Agent Hotchner. I'll make sure you get to work on time. You might have to skip the shower though." In all honesty, you had set your alarm for 30 minutes later than usual after last night's endeavors so that you could enjoy him in your bed for a little while longer. He turned around and kissed you, his hands roaming over your still naked body. "Easy, lover. Keep doing that and we will definitely be late for work." You warned. He had put on his boxers at some point, and after he broke the kiss, he was digging around for his clothes. You watched him work, pulling on clothes frantically and at the same time checking texts/emails on his phone. You leisurely got dressed, barely giving the time a thought. You couldn't get yelled at by your boss for being late if your boss was late with you.

"You're something else, you know that?" He huffed, adjusting his watch on his wrist as you sat in his lap while putting on mascara. You ignored him, concentrating on not poking yourself in the eye. Since he had to get ready at your house (which included him using your toothbrush and letting you brush out his hair) he didn't have his hair gel, so his hair fell on his forehead softly, which made him look so cute. You vocalized this thought to him as you got up and led him into the kitchen to grab your shoes.

"I'm not cute." He muttered, grumbling to himself as he tied the laces on his dress shoes. You brushed your thumb over his cheek, grinning.

"Uh huh. Whatever you say." You left after that, and guess what? You weren't even late. As you rode to Quantico, you silently wondered what he did in the two hours before he had to leave for work. Crosswords? The news? Working out? Changing outfits? Well, that last one seemed improbable seeing as he wore the same thing every day, but you never know. You honestly had no idea. When you walked into the bullpen and separated from Hotch, Morgan was immediately in your face, bombarding you with questions.

"So? How was it?"

"Did he sleep there?"

"Does he snore?"

"Did anything interesting happen?"

"Did he say anything about your apartment?"

"Slow down, Morgan. Jesus. It was...interesting." You sighed, sitting down on his desk so that he would sit down in his chair and calm down a little bit. He raised a perfect eyebrow, evidently wanting more.

"Did he sleep there?"

"Well duh, Derek. Unsubs don't just decide they can't stalk at night because it's dark outside and the monsters are going to get them. He had to stay there, according to him." You explained. You were stepping on thin ice, and you were hoping he wouldn't assume what had actually happened.

"Where did he sleep?" He pried, wiggling his eyebrows and giving you a suggestive look. You rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance with is antics.

"In a chair." You lied. Well, technically you weren't lying, he had fell asleep in the chair next to your bed for a couple of hours. But that wasn't the full truth. And as a knowing look crossed his face, you realized with fear that he seemed to know the same thing.

"You seem to be looking everywhere but me, mama. Come on, tell me the dirty details." He dragged the word way too long, a wide smirk on his face. I glanced up at Aaron's office, only to see him leaning against the railing out of Derek's eyesight, his look mirroring Derek's. You sighed, leaning in closer and sending Aaron an annoyed look.

"This stays between us, understand?" You asked, giving him a serious look. You didn't need him gossiping about your sex life with Garcia. Of course you were going right over to her room after this, but you wanted her to hear the real story, not Derek's no doubt over-dramatized version. He nodded eagerly, leaning in with you. You explained how last night went, and as soon as you got to the part about how you had sex, he couldn't contain himself.

"Oh my god. You did what?"

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #derek morgan #bodyguard fic

[kpop---scenarios]

First Time

Commissioned by: @mon-dayragingslut4monstaxday6​

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I hope you enjoy!!!

"..It won't be weird, you know? It's just one bestfriend, helping out another best friend to bring up his confidence and lose his virginity." Minhyuk says, clearing his throat awkwardly while avoiding eye contact. 

"Might me momentarily awkward." You fake cough. "But really, Minnie, if you can't even look me in the eye and ask me to sleep with you, how are you actually going to do it? We've been friends for 8 years, I've seen a lot and this would be nothing." You snicker, rolling your eyes. 

"Because it's intimate." He harshly whispers. 

Your cheeks turn bright red at his embarrassment. This is the man you've been in love with for the last 7.5 years. The man who has yet to lose his virginity at the age of 24, the man who gets embarrassed when talking about sex. You shouldn't love him, but you do, with everything you have. 

"When did you have in mind?" You groan, but internally you're excited. You wont lie, there's a part of you that's terrified to do this. What if things become weird between the two of you, or everything gets ruined? Is it a chance you're willing to take? 

Absolutely. You'd felt on occasions that Minhyuk might have shown some kind of signs of liking you back but you need to be convinced enough to admit your feelings to him. Maybe now this was your chance? 

"Tonight. 8pm, don't be late and don't show up hammered either." He chuckles. A part of you knows he's joking but yet the other part, a much larger part knows he's being dead serious too. There have been more times than you'd like to admit where you showed up drunk to important events. You didn't like being nervous and alcohol soothed your nerves. 

"Don't worry, I'll be sober." You yell as Minhyuk walks out of your apartment. 

You had to be painfully sober for this if it was going to happen correctly. You couldn't afford any mistakes, it was now or never for Minhyuk to know how you felt. 

** 

You stare at the countdown on your phone as the time gets closer to 8pm. 

7:58pm 

Take a deep breath.

7:59pm

Knock on the door. 

You raise your hand, preparing to knock on the door but it won't move anymore. Maybe this is a mistake? Sleeping with your bestfriend is usually not the smartest idea, especially when it comes to keeping a friendship. These things tend to never end well, but on the other hand, do you really want to suffer for how many more years of being in love with him and him not knowing. Then you run the risk of him finding someone else, falling in love and you watching him be happy and live a life that should have been with you but instead it's with someone else. 

Knock 

Knock 

Knock 

You weren't willing to chance it. You needed to know if you could have that life, your dream of happily ever after. It was a possibility that was so close. 

"Hey." Minhyuk smiles as he opens the door. You walk into his apartment, his living room is cluttered with lit candles, the lights dim. Laid on the table were two glasses along with a bottle of wine, you hoped was for you. 

"What happened to sober?" You ask, nodding your head towards the wine. 

"Ease the nerves, not get black out drunk." He laughs. "Come sit." He smiles, patting the cushion on the couch next to him.

Quietly, you sit down, placing your purse on the floor before laying your jacket across the arm of the couch. You're wearing a small black dress, with something special underneath for Minhyuk. A sexy red piece of lingerie, his favorite colour. 

"Would you like a glass?" He asks. Eagerly you nod your head, feeling less weird now that you're here. 

The entire time you had been thinking about it, you had failed to remember that this was Minhyuk's first time, but not yours. You were going to have to take the reins, show him what to do and how to do it. If anyone was going to be nervous, it would be him. 

Minhyuk hands you a glass of wine, with what you could only describe as a droplet inside. "The fuck?" You question, looking from the wine to him. "Is this? What do I do with this? I need more, please." You finish holding your glass out in front of you. 

"No getting drunk." Minhyuk warned. "One glass to ease yourself, that's what was said." He tells you. 

"Uh yes a glass, not half a splash, don't be cheap." You smile. 

Minhyuk groans as he pours you now half a glass, as well as himself. He and you down it in one gulp. 

"Okay. So.." you begin before he cuts you off. 

"Come here and sit on my cock, baby. Let me spit in your eye." Minhyuk grunts in a weird deep voice, causing you to choke on your own spit. 

"What?" You ask. 

"Is that not what they say? I've watched a lot of porn you know, Y/N. I do know a thing or two." He smirks. 

"You know a thing or two.. from the unrealistic porn that's like super over dramatic and not very real?" You point out. "Also, what kind of porn are you watching?" 

"I.. well.." he stutters before you wave him off. 

"I don't want to know." You laugh as you get yo and walk towards him. 

Minhyuk stands up, facing you. Your head is pounding while your heart races as you think about the fact you're going to kiss him right now. You wondered if it would be weird, or if he's thought about kissing you? 

You stand in front of him, looking him in the eye as you slowly lean forward, your eyes eventually drifting to his lips instead. 

You finally close your eyes as you press your lips against his, waiting for him to laugh or push you away. But he didn't. Instead he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in closer. Your mouth moves in sync with his, as he slides his tongue into your mouth in one swift try. 

You have to admit, you're impressed with his kissing skills, considering he hasn't had much practice. 

"Now what?" He kind of murmurs, his lips barely leaving yours while not even opening his eyes. 

"We need to undress. So take mine, and I'll unbutton yours." You tell him. 

Minhyuk reaches his hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it behind him onto the floor. 

"Nice." He chuckles, staring at your tits while you unbutton his shirt. 

Once you slide it from his body, you tell him to take off your bra. 

"Uh." He mumbles as his hands stay in the air, unsure of where to go, or how to do it. 

"And you've claimed to watch a lot of porn." You scoff. "In the back. The clasp."

"Ah yes. Well they usually already have titties bouncing when I arrive to watch, so.." he tells you, unclasping your bra with one hand on the first try. "Boom." He shouts. 

"Beginners luck." You scoff. 

"Now what?" He asks. 

"Now, most girls enjoy this, but sometimes you might want to wait for them to tell you to do it unless you know they like it. Suck." You say, pointing down at your breast.

Minhyuk smirks just a bit before he cups your breast and lowers his head, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking. 

"Mhm." You moan. 

Minhyuk can feel his cock twitch in his pants. 

He let's go with a pop, your face showing just how horny you were now. 

"Pants off." You say, pulling down your yoga pants while Minhyuk scrambles to discard his jeans.  

The two of you head over to the bedroom where you lay down on the bed and Minhyuk just stands there. 

"Is it fucking time?" He asks. 

"Foreplay. You need to fool around for a bit before you get to it unless it's a quickie, but we aren't doing that." You tell him. 

"So not like the porns. They just get right to it." He sighs. 

"Again, not real. Get down here." You tell him. "You can either rub my clit or lick my pussy, your choice. Most times the girl will tell you what they want." You say. 

"What do you want." He asks. 

"Lick my pussy." You say, spreading your legs. 

Minhyuk gets settled in between your legs, spreading your lips with his fingers before giving a few kitten licks. 

"Don't be afraid too…" you begin before Minhyul wraps his lips around your clit and begins sucking. 

"Oh god." You cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. You weren't entirely sure what he was doing to you but it felt phenomenal. "Two fingers.." you moan but he was one step ahead of you, already inserting two fingers inside you. 

"Shit. Fuck. Yes, just like that." You cry, arching your back. 

Minhyuk hadn't realized how good it would make him feel to see someone squirming under him, moaning his name like that. Now he just wanted to rail you. 

"Stop. Stop stop." You cry. Minhyuk lifts his head and pulls his fingers out of you, looking at you like he had done something wrong. "I don't want to cum yet." You explain. 

He understood, but not really. 

"On your back." You demand. "Have you ever had your dick sucked?" You ask. 

He shakes his head no. 

Excellent. 

You pull his boxers from his body, throwing them somewhere across the room. You're impressed by the length and width of his cock, a very good size. 

Licking your lips, you bend your head down, shoving his cock down your throat. 

"Holy fuck." He yells, his legs twitching. "Fuck." He grunts. 

You place your hand on the base of his cock, pumping him while you swirl your tongue around the tip, causing him to moan loudly while you lick up some pre cum. 

"Please stop, but don't stop, but stop." He groans. 

"Which one is it?" You ask, taking a small break. 

"If you don't stop I will cum." He admits. 

"Okay, so.." you begin but are cut off. 

"Now it's fucking time." Minhyuk excitedly says. 

"What position?" You ask. 

"Uhh.. regular? You know, normal.." he mumbles. 

"Missionary? Cow girl? Doggy? Reverse cowgirl?" You ask, just naming off a few. 

"Doggy?" He asks. You nod your head and get onto all fours, putting your head onto the mattress. 

"Yeah that's right." He grunts. "You gonna take my cock like the whore you are? Dirty fucking slut..face..slut" He says, landing a hard smack on your ass. 

"What the fuck." You partially laugh. 

"Is that not okay?" He wonders. 

"Make sure whoever you're fucking is okay with being called names. Personally I love it, but also have confidence. Slut face slut? Not your finest." You tell him. 

"Fair enough." He agrees, clearing his throat. He lines his cock up with your pussy before slowly pushing himself into you. 

"Oh.. holy.. shit.. so tight." He moans as he enters you fully. "Feels.. amazing." He grunts, tightly gripping onto your hips. 

"Now fuck me." You whine, grinding yourself against him. 

Minhyuk slowly pulls himself out of you before pushing back in, moaning loudly each time.

"Faster." You groaned, and needed him to slam himself into you. 

"I don't want to hurt you." He whispers. 

"I'll tell you if I'm hurting or not, until then rail me hard." You say. 

It was like a switch inside Minhyuk was flicked. He began to pound his cock into you, his nails and fingertips digging into your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises. 

"God yes" you cry. "Pull my hair." 

Without hesitation, Minhyuk grabs a clump of your hair, yanking your head back as he continues to ram you. 

When he let's go, your head hits the mattress once again. You reach down in between your legs to rub your clit while you have your ass as high in the air as you can for Minhyuk. 

Without you needing to ask, he lands another hard smack on your ass, sending shivers down your spine. 

"You like that, baby?" He grunts, fucking you raw. 

You liked it even more when he called you baby. 

"Yes." You moan. 

"Yes what?" He snaps.

You'd never pictured him as a daddy type, but then again you never really know. 

"Yes daddy." You moan.

"Fuck do I love that. Good little cock whore." He grunts. "You gonna cum for me?" He asks. 

"Shit. Yes daddy." You cry out, your fingers rubbing fast allowing your orgasm to come quickly. 

"Cum baby, cum for me." He yells and you do. As your orgasm washes through your body, you cry out while your body shakes and Minhyuk fucks you harshly, chasing his own high. 

"I'm gonna cum." He grunts. 

"Cum inside me." You cry out, just as he cums, filling your pussy up with his warm cream. 

"Oh my god. Fuck." He grunts as he slowly thrusts himself into you, spilling everything he has inside of him. 

"That was.. wow." You huff, laying in his bed, side by side. 

"I have a confession." He breathes. "There's a reason why I haven't fucked anyone " 

"What?" You ask, nervously. 

"I've been waiting for the right time to ask you.. because I've only wanted you but you were with Jooheon or whatever. So I waited." He admits. 

"Why did you wait?" You ask. 

"Because I've loved you for years, and I wanted my first time to be with you. I love you." He tells you, turning his head to look at you. 

"I love you too." You whisper.

#monsta x minhyuk #monsta x scenarios #monsta x #monsta x smut #minhyuk one shot #minhyuk fic #minhyuk smut #minhyuk fanfiction #minhyuk #lee minhyuk #kpop smut #kpop smut scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop music #kpop idols #kpop #kpop icons #kpop scenarios

[riseofnightwing]

Never felt so good to be so wrong (enemies to lovers) - Dick Grayson Imagine

pairing:Dick Grayson x Titan!Reader

request: “heeey honey, can you do one like enemies to lovers with 5 and 50? i love u girl, you and your write are perfect 🤧”

prompts: 5. “What are we fighting for?"

50. “Why are you in my bed?” ‘It’s actually my bed…”

notes: @jurassicpzrk​ i hope you like it, lovely gurl, i’m sorry i took so long, i was trying to do my best. xxxxx<3

notes²: thank you to my girls, without your support i wouldn’t do this. @incorrect-titans-quotes @donnatr0y​ @wintercapilson​

“I still can’t believe we finally did it” Dick said putting his arms behind his head and your eyes drifted towards his arms admiring him. You chastised yourself, you weren’t supposed to think things like this since you both didn’t get along that well

“After many tries, we got her. Nothing could be better than this.” it was the first time in years in which you and Dick would actually talk instead of barking at each other.

The group sat together in the living room to celebrate Poison Ivy’s imprisonment. 

“We’d have done it sooner if we had followed my plan since the beginning but that’s okay” you said with a smirk, pushing his buttons, knowing that he was going to respond to your little snarky comments.

“I think you trust yourself way more than you should” he said taking a sip of his beer.

“What do you mean, Grayson?” you told him

“I mean that I am the leader for a reason, and the plan went just the way it needed to be. My way” he said with his usually tone of superiority that he loved to use with you  knowing how much you hated it.

“Now i remembered why i hate you so much.” you said  getting close to his face “Fuck you and your leadership” you finished the sentence with poison in your words.

“What are we fighting for?”  Dick asked you trying to understand the purpose of all of this. “We won, our plans complemented each other and we got her, that’s what matters.” you listened to him and even thought he annoyed you he had a point. Today was for celebrating.

“I offer you a truce.” He said not waiting for you to answer, you raised your eyebrows not believing him completely “Just for today, let’s ignore the fact that we hate each other and let’s celebrate.”

“I’ll think about it, and maybe if you weren’t such an ass” you mocked him “it wouldn’t be an impossible mission.” you said and left to get another beer.

--

You made your way to the kitchen and you didn’t notice that Donna was right behind you.

You were getting a beer when you heard her voice next to you:

“So...did I just witness you and Dick actually get along for once?” she asked.

“i think you're hallucinating, you know how much i hate him.” You said not very convinced anymore. You couldn’t even remember why it all started to be honest.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” she replied taking a sip of his beer not believing you for a second.

--

“Here” you handed Dick another beer “I’ll take your truce, but only tonight” you half smiled at him and sat by his side.

He smiled at you and accepted the beer, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or what but Dick’s lips looked so kissable, you took a sip of your beer hoping that he hadn’t noticed you looking at his mouth.  “Tomorrow we can go back to normal” he said and you agreed. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

You looked at the other side of the room when you saw Hank dancing ula-ula with Dawn, and the woman wouldn’t stop laughing. The beers were definitely making effect.

“Oh my god” you said stifling a laugh and Dick also looked at his friend’s direction and burst out laughing. The moment was good and you welcomed it without reluctance; all the fighting and the nagging were now forgotten and you were just two adults having a good time with your friends.

When you looked back at Dick, you saw the boy already starting at you. 

You were too high to believe he was looking at you in purpose, maybe you were just drunk. But he knew it was very much in purpose, because in this moment he wasn’t that capable of hiding his true feelings for you like he did everyday. 

“Dick, come here,  it’s your time to play out limbo with me!” Kory called Dick whining for his attention and you quietly rolled your eyes, Dawn held the rope along with Hank and everyone laughed when Gar couldn’t pass through it. 

You looked at Kory and Dick laughing together and you felt something weird, you tried to fight it, but you knew that feeling and it was jealousy but he wasn’t yours, you actually hated him and it didn’t make any sense.

 “You don’t fool me” you heard Donna’s voice and it seemed that she had appeared from out of nowhere.

“What?” you asked, after taking your eyes off of Dick and Kory.

“Dick. You’re in too deep.” 

“Shut up. You’re not playing with them?”  you asked her, trying to change the subject quickly but this didn’t go unnoticed by Donna.

“Oh no, i’m not drunk enough to do that” she replied finishing her drink and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

She was right, you were in too deep. You hated yourself for that. First: he hated you and you had to pretend to feel the same way. Whenever you met, you argued. You even liked it, seeing his face whenever his plans or decisions were questioned by you, but deep down, you knew he was not that  arrogant; you knew how many qualities he had although it was hard to admit. 

You sat far away from Kory and him, because it became too much to see the two always together getting along so well.

Across the room Dick had the exact same thoughts. He felt bad about being with Kory, thinking about someone else the person who hated him: you. Despite Kory being an amazing woman, it was impossible for him to see her as something else. She was not you.

You were immerse in your own thoughts when he appear by your side.

“Here” he said handing you a shot of tequila, taking the now lukewarm beer out of your hands.

“Are you trying to get me drunk Grayson?” you smirked.

“No, i’m just trying to see if you can be nicer with this.” 

“Fuck you, Grayson” you both smiled and took the tequila, the liquid went down burning your throat.

 “Ready for another?” he asked you.

“You need to calm down, I could barely swallow that and you want me to take another one? Do you wanna kill me?” you told him laughing. Shit, he was making you laugh.

“What? Why the hell would I do that?” Dick asked pretending to feel disappointed.

“Because you hate me?” you answered him.

Dick laughed.“Is that what you think?” He shook his head. “You’re an arrogant twat and you’re annoying as hell, but I don’t hate you.”

“Yeah well, is not going to work the other way around though. i still hate you.” You told him getting closer.

“Yeah, and why?” he asked, confronting you.

“Because you’re an ass and you think that you’re the last coca cola in the world, which is not true.” you answered being sassy.

“Right.” he said getting dangerously closer to your face “But i’ll make you a drink anyways. No hard feelings, you know?” he said with charming smile.

“Should I trust you to make me a drink, Grayson?” you asked him not very sure of that.

“You should” he said and you both went to the bar.

“it’s probably going to be the worst drink i've ever had anyways.” you mocked him.

“Just wait and se Y/LN, just wait and see” he said radiating confidence. 

Dick put a lot of things in the cup and started to mix the ingredients. You could only stared at the man in front of you. Since when was Dick so nice? You decided to stop asking questions, and just enjoy the moment. Dick poured the contents into an ornate glass.

 He cut a lemon and placed it on the rim of the glass.

 “The best drink you will ever drink” Dick said, extending the drink to you. You looked fearfully at the glass. 

“Come on, try it” He encouraged. You looked again at the drink, closed your eyes, and drank. 

The drink was sweet, and bitter. Hot and cold, all at the same time. You could hardly tell the taste of alcohol. It was good. 

“Wow Richard” you smiled “It's actually pretty good” Dick smiled with satisfaction. That fucking confident smile that used to get you so mad, now you just got all hot and bothered

“Do you want to know what’s the name of that drink?” He asked, looking extremely serious.

You didn't understand the question, but you smirked. You didn't understood Dick's sudden seriousness.

“What’s its name?” You asked. Dick moved closer to you.

“Kiss Me.”  You didn't know if he meant it, or if it was just the name of the drink. 

His seriousness proved the first option. Without thinking twice, You pressed your lips to Dick's, who immediately hugged you tightly. 

Depending on Dick's reaction, she could blame the drink. But his reaction was not one to complain about.

 He pressed your bodies impossible closer, and kissed you as if the world was going to end. His hands lightly tugged on your hair. 

They didn't think, they didn't know how they would look when they broke the kiss. In fact, neither of them wanted to leave that kiss so soon. 

They both waited years for this, and didn't want it to end anytime soon. Dick bit your lower lip and broke the kiss.

Both with incredibly red lips.  Dick started giving you small kisses on your neck. He was intoxicated by your perfume. You shivered with each touch of the boy. You never wanted that night to end.

Still hugging you, Dick looked deep into your eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. He had no idea what to say. You put your arms around his neck to hear his voice finally say:

“I think we should go somewhere else” he said with a hoarse voice that made you forget about everything, about who you were about who he was, the sexual tension that was established was palpable.

“yeah” you breath out as led you to his bedroom.

--

He opened the door without breaking the kiss, he didn’t want to take the risk of letting you go, making you realize that you still hated him for some reason. He closed the door behind him with his free hand while the other held your waist.

I feel like a hero

And you're my heroine

Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?

You both could still hear the music coming from the living room as your teammates went crazy and drank like there was no tomorrow. It was Hero/Heroine from Boys like girls. It didn’t matter anyways, because you both were now on your own worlds.

And I feel a weakness coming on

Never felt so good to be so wrong

The music played and Dick smiled when he heard a particular phrase.

Dick carefully touched your lips, as if you were kissing for the first time. He put one hand on your neck, and with the other he stroked your hair. Dick started peppering kisses along  your neck, making your body shiver. Dick noticed and smiled.

And you caught me off guard

Now I'm running and screaming

With each touch of Dick, you felt your body heat up. Dick pulled you in , placing you on his lap as he sat on his bed, without stopping to kiss. You took his shirt off to see the vision that any woman would dream to.

As you kissed, Dick put his hand on the your leg  as the kiss heated up. 

Dick realized what he was doing, and what was about to happen. He stopped, and looked you in the eye. You were a mess. A beautiful mess.

He didn’t wanted it to be like this, both drunk almost out of conscience, he wanted it more than he could tell and he wanted it to be so good but he also wanted you to remember. 

“Yn” he said and you couldn’t understand why he stopped, you were too drunk to control yourself and understand it was the best decision.

“What? Why did we stop?” you asked feeling sad.

“Because I want you to remember everything” he said softly.

“But I will” you said and your words already rolling up told him he was right.

“Lay down with me.” he said leading you to lay by his side.You laid and looked at him while he also looked in your eyes, you were facing each other. You felt the smell of his perfume in the pillowcases and it felt so good and comfortable. 

“If i sleep here with you, you promise that we’ll still hate each other in the morning?” you asked fighting through sleep.

“I’ll do my best” he smiled softly at you, seeing you surrendering to your tiredness and he closed his eyes, enjoying your presence until he also fell asleep.

--

You woke up with the sunlight hitting your face through the curtains, you slept so heavily that you didn’t even remember how you got in your bed. Dick woke up with your moves, looking at your confused face.

“Hey” he said

“Why are you in my bed?” you asked him trying to understand the situation.

‘It’s actually my bed…" he answered in an obvious tone.

“Did we...?” you lift the blanket that covered both of you to see if your clothes were still on, and they were. You sat on the bed and he did it too.

“No, relax. We just slept, that’s all” he answered calmly and you remembered everything that happened yesterday. If you weren’t with him now, you’d probably think it was a dream. A weird one.

“Oh...okay.” you said and Dick instantly recognized the disappointment in your voice.

“Are you...disappointed?” he asked lifting one of his eyebrows, he hoped you felt as disappointed as he did.

“Uhm...no, i’m not. it’s fine” you answered him with your head down. 

“Y/n, Hey.”

“I know I kissed you, Dick. It was the drink, i know you meant that kiss me was the name and...” you said nonstop until he interrupted you.

“Hey, hey, just listen to me. It wasn’t the drink, you wanted this as much as i did; and to be clear, I don’t hate you.”

“And why didn’t we do anything?” 

“Because when we do, it’s going to be so good and i want you to remember it.” he said and your body trembled, you thanked god that you were sat.

“Then show me, Grayson. I think we wasted enough time.”

Dick didn’t answer, he grabbed you by the waist taking you to his lap and this time he took your shirt off.

He wanted to enjoy you as much as he could, he didn’t know about tomorrow. He just knew that now, you and him were only lovers, not enemies anymore.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagines #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you #brenton thwaites #titans imagines

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Saint Jude's Miracle: A Javier Peña x OFC (Isa) Fanfiction. Chapter IV

Summary: Javier left one small detail about his partnership with the DEA, a insignificant one but that changes how Isa perceives this job and the risks he’s about to take. They spent the last weekend before he leaves in Laredo where they made many memories at the beginning of their relationship.

WC: 4,3k

Warnings: angst and many hurt feelings, miscommunication, swearing. NSFW +18 SMUT at the end of the chapter (fingering, male masturbation, p in v and a bit of sex talk but not that explicit)

A/N: Hi! this is chapter four and I think that I can wrap up this story in a few chapters more (4 maximum, at least that’s the plan) I literally based the whole end of the chapter on my first participation on #Writer Wednesday that you can read here and my love for Juan Luis Guerra. The song mentioned is “Burbujas de amor” I grew up dancing and listening to that tape while my mami cooked and later in my life I really paid attention to the lyrics discovering that well, it’s about sex 😅, still it’s a beautiful bachata and the hopeless romantic in me wishes that somebody (Javi Peña please) would dance it with me someday while being madly in love 💃❤

Listen and Lyrics here (there's a few verses translated by yours truly in the chapter)

Masterlist | Chapter 3⬅

Chapter IV: Small details

Isabel tries to focus on her daily routines like doing the chores; it’s easier than to think about anything else, she tries to keep going as if nothing is going to happen. But every time she looks at the door where Javi has left his luggage, she feels her stomach twisting. She’s desperate; thinking how she could make him stay: maybe she could lie, pretend that something has come up, but she dismisses those thoughts straight away, she must be overthinking, it’s just a week, she repeats herself but she cannot help feeling that something is wrong and that she should do anything to make him stay.

Javier plays with Elvira on the garden, the little girl screams and laughs out loud while her father tries to catch her; Isabel looks at them amused from the sliding door when the phone rings.

“Hello?” she answers

“Hi! It’s Steve, is Javi home?” a deep male voice she doesn’t recognize replies

“Yes, who is this again?” she actually has an idea. He, this Steve, it's the one that has convinced his husband to go, the one that called a thousand times during the night.

“Steve, I was your husband’s partner back in Colombia. You’re Isa, right?”

“Yes”

“Nice to meet you, well, through the phone at least” he chuckles

“Nice to meet you too”

“Javi has told me about you and, let me tell you, me and my wife, we’re dying to meet you”

“I’d love to say the same but he doesn’t share much about that time” she blurts out, she actually feels hurt, why did Javi tell him about her and nothing of the man calling to her, his wife? “Are you going with him to Mexico? You are the one that asked him?”

“Ask him? We didn’t...” Steve says confused “Yes, y-y-es, we’re going together” he coughs “Can you pass him the phone, please?”

“Yes”

Isa strides angrily towards the garden and calls for Javi to come inside. He stops immediately the games with Elvira and returns to the house with a curious look.

“Sí, amor?”

“The phone, it’s your friend Steve” she hisses

“Steve?”

“Jav...I think I might have fucked up talking to your wife”

The rest of the day is a symphony of Isa stumping through the house, slamming doors and grunts and curses slurred.

“She’s angry again” Elvi confides leaning on her father’s ear while their watching a movie after dinner

“Yeah, I think so too” fuck Steve and his big mouth

His wife is doing the dishes and if he wasn’t able to hear the water running, he would think she is actually destroying the whole kitchen rather than cleaning; she lays things unnecessarily loudly and the clack clack sound of the plates smashing against each other announces that she’s losing her cool and that she’s about to break some of them soon enough.

Crash

“Fuck!”

Eli gasps and cringes hearing her mum say a bad word for the first time.

“You keep watching, I’m going to see if she’s ok” Javi gets up and walks to the kitchen

She’s cleaning the thousand tiny pieces muttering a list of bad words in Spanish and English.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes” she says abruptly

“Clearly not, but...”

“Of course I am not” she starts shouting but she lowers her voice immediately knowing her kid can hear her “I’m about to lose my mind”

“Isa...” he approaches her but she backs away and stops him

“You forgot to tell me some small details, Javier” she accuses

“What details?”

“Why did your friend imply that they didn’t ask you to go?”

He sighs placing his hands on his hips

��I didn’t want you to...”

“Worry?” she interrupts “We’re passed that”

“Alright, I did offered my help” he confesses

“What kind of help?”

“I’ve told you. See what they got and testify when necessary about the information I found” he looks tired, dark circles under his eyes and he lowers his arms defeated “Can we please talk about this later...”

“You’re telling me that you are an informant, Javi?” Isa waits for his answer with her fists close tightly; her lips are a fine line now

“Yes, more or less” he sighs

“Javier... why did you put yourself at risk like that?” her voice is low and she closes her eyes before speaking trying to control what she’s about to say “You know what those people do to whoever dares to speak up?”

“Of course, I fucking know, Isa!” he screams and slams his hand on the table, making her flinch

Helena

Maritza

Carrillo

Even fucking Mr Pickle

The list of people Javi had seen die or their lives distroyed because they dare to face the Narcos or say something they shouldn’t have was long and his mind repeats those names again and again when he tries to forget about what happened in Colombia.

“What did you want me to do? Look the other way? Ignore it as everybody in that fucking stupid job? Let those people go?” his eyes glow with the white light on the kitchen. He never loses his temper; he’s actually pretty calm even when they’ve fought before. But in that moment, Isa see how his hands shake how his body tenses

“What I want it’s that you don’t want to comprise yourself, your health to something that isn’t your job anymore” she mutters

“Yeah, but guess what? It’s the only thing I know how to do and I’m actually good at it, not that stupid office job that kills me every fucking day”

“If you don’t like it you can change, Javi, nobody is holding you there” she suggests

“Nobody is holding me there? Well, we have to keep paying this fucking house don’t we?” he snarls

“It’s our fault then that you have accepted to put yourself in this position? that you always want to run away?” Isabel gawks. She’s about to say something else but Elvira’s cries and screams are loud now after she has listen to her parents fight, so Isabel storms out of the kitchen to her. The little girl is sitting on the couch trying to muffle her whimpers holding her unicorn.

“Mi cielo, ven aquí” (My love come here) she jumps to her mother’s arms and she shakes and sniffs “We’re going to bed, come on” Isa lifts her tiny body up and walks towards the stairs, she glares at Javi when he tries to reach for them and shakes her head.

Isabel comes to bed late and when he’s already there, in the dark, she undresses and takes her place on the right side without saying a word.

“Isa” he murmurs

Javier stretches his arm to reach her but as soon as she feels him, she moves away.

“C’mon Isa” he raises putting his weight on his elbow “Talk to me”

“I don’t want to talk”

“Then listen to me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have screamed and say those things”

“Doesn’t matter how you said it if you think them, though” she counters still not turning to face him

“I don’t think them”

“Which part?”

“I don’t think you are responsible of me wanting to do this or that I’m bored and disgusted of my job”

“You’re doing it again”

“What?”

“Lying to yourself. You’re bored of your life I can understand that, I didn’t choose to be in this life either, but I have to accept it. And you’ll have to accept that the life you had back in the day can’t come back at least Elvi and I we don’t fit in it”

“Amor it’s not like that”

“Then stay”

“I can’t” he sighs

Isa stays quite and tense hugging the pillow and when he tries again to touch her, she gets up and strides outside the room

“I’m going to sleep with Elvi tonight”Javier raises to stop her but again she refuses his touch. Defeated, he throws himself on bed. Then stay, I wish it was that easy

They leave to Laredo the next morning to spend the weekend with Chucho before Javi crosses the border.

Isa responds with just “yes” or “no” to anything her husband says during the ride and focuses on distracting Elvira with music or playing with her Barbie dolls.

Her last sentence, the one she said the night before, burns in his brain.

You want your life back and we don't fit in it it makes his stomach turn, because deep down he knows it's true.

That hunger he feels, the thrive that hooks him to this job is a lingering ghost that whispers in his ear, a siren singing until he's about to drown.

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He remembers one night back in Colombia a few years ago. Gabriela under him, her soft skin glowing in sweat as he poured his frustration in her, she was sweet and always understood what he wanted, beautiful but with a sadness in her eyes, very common among the girls in the same job, and he had ask her why she didn't stop and she responded with the same question back to him.He didn't have an answer back then, and when he did stop, he was forced to because the system wouldn't allow him to do his job properly. His departure from the DEA was a bad break up; he didn't find closure no matter how many times he did say that he was through.

Chucho welcomes his family with tamales and cold beer. He lets Elvira roam around the chickens and the rest of the animals on the ranch before dinner. He's not naive and senses the tension between his son and daughter in law since they've gotten out of the car.

“¿Bueno qué te hizo este pendejo?” (what did this idiot do to you?) He asks to Isa while setting the table

“He's going to Mexico you know, with the DEA”

“What?”

“He's an informant now apparently”

“An informant”, Chucho thinks about that information and decides not to mention anything during dinner as he prefers to listen to his granddaughter stories. Once they're done and Elvi and Isa are cleaning the dishes he forces Javi out of the house.

“Isa told me you’re going to Mexico with the DEA”

“Just for a week, I'm helping them with something”

“You remember that day after you got back from Cali? In this same place”

“Yes”

“You told me you were through”

“And I'm, I'm just being useful. That information landed on my lap what was I supposed to do? Ignore it, pops?”

“You could just passed the tip and let them do it. When you got back from Cali I've found you here, every morning watching as the boats go up the river with los kilos, you were never through Javi, don't lie to me”

“You and Isa are just perfect for each other” Javi scoffs

“She worries about you, she loves you, mijo” he grabs his son’s arm

“I know”

“You're not the young man that left Laredo, Javi, nor the man that came back from Colombia, you're a dad now. And let me give you a piece of advice, out of experience, even if you think your father is annoying” Javi shakes his head “Parents always know, they know you and see you for what you are even when yourself is trying to deny it. You've been always like that, Javi, always trying to do the right thing even if it costs you your health and your heart and blaming yourself endlessly for the things you couldn't control”

Javi listens in silence, chewing hard on a nicorette.

“Now the right thing is not going after those Narcos, the right thing is to stay with your family”

Javi has his gaze fixed on the moon and stars that illuminates the river under them.

“But that's only this old man opinions, your family will wait for you here, we always do” he adds

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“So can we go? Please please” Elvira begs at the table

“Claro, mija” (Of course, love) His grandpa always spoiling her pinches her cheek before hers parents can answer “We’re going all of us together”

Javi and Isa look at him. Isa is still giving Javier the silent treatment and has being avoiding him even though Chucho forces everybody to share every meal on the leaving room and do the same activities together; even though Javi has tried to approach her many times a day, she finds ways to reject him.

“Papá...” Javi starts

“There’s no discussion, son. Mi nieta quiere ir a la feria y vamos a ir a la feria” (My granddaughter wants to go to the funfair and we’re going to the funfair”

“It could be fun” Isa agrees and gives a timid smile; it’s the most she’s spoken since they’ve arrived.

Laredo’s funfair takes place at the end of the summer and it’s practically the only activity for a lazy summer evening so the whole town is there. Isa watches as her daughter grins, her mouth already sticky thanks to the cotton candy she’s eating, and the sugar is starting to kick in, she’s jumping and screaming pulling her grandpa’s hand and the poor man follows trying not to fall down.

“Easy on abuelito, Elvi” Isa laughs

Isabel is beautiful tonight, like many years ago, she wears a sunflower summer dress and her dark curls clipped on both sides. Javi smiles, his mind wandering through the memories from the past when they were starting to know each other.

“You remember our first date?” he asks

“Yes” she nods “It was a pretty good date I think”

“Never thought we will be back to this funfair with our daughter years later”

“Me neither. And I think your father regrets now that he said yes to this” Isa motions to her right where Elvi is forcing his grandpa to get on one of the rides.

“I should go with her instead if I don’t want to collect my father’s corpse after this” he grins and they walk towards the people queuing.

“Elvi, leave abuelito, Dad is going with you” Isa tries to sound like an authority but she keeps laughing watching poor Chucho scared

“No, I want to go with you” she crosses her arms and pouts “With you both, mami y papi” she says

“I-I” Isa simpers

“Leave mami, she doesn’t like this kind of things”

“No!” she cries “Like abuelo said, we’re going together all of us”

“Honey...” Javi bends to her, but Isa posses her hand on his shoulder

“Okay, I’ll go too, but you leave abuelo stay”

She seems to hesitate for a bit, but then she nods and finally Chucho breathes deeply in relief.

“Be careful” he says walking way too fast away from the queue

The attraction simulates a ship going forward and backward, each time farther away and faster. Isa exhales trying to calm herself down while Elvi and her husband laugh at her.

“Remember I told you I puked in one ride the first time I came to the fair? So this is the one, you two won’t be laughing once I vomit all over you both” she screams and that makes them laugh even more

The first two rounds are not that bad. Isa holds one hand on her seat the other over Elvi’s body. Javier reaches timidly at first to brush his fingers over hers as to reassure her, he’s about to recoil but she holds on tightly to his fingers, her eyelids strongly closed. When thing finally stops, Isa can barely walk.

Elvira is already jumping towards Chucho trying to convince him to get on another round with her.

“Hold on to me come on” Javi says holding her by the waist it’s been two days since he last touch her. Two days where he has tried to hold her hand or subtly tried to bump into her while on the kitchen but she has refused his touch. So he closes his fingers on the dress trying to hold on what she has finally given him and not force the situation and make her go back to that state again. Although all he wants is to hold her in his arms and take the pain he sees on her eyes away. Pain you have caused, idiot.

“No way, señorita, you will kill you grandpa” he responds

Time passes and Isa is no longer shaking and can stand on her legs, but lets her husband’s arm around her, his hand rubs gentle circle on her side.

“We should get you something to eat”

There’s a big plain at the center of the fair where they’ve installed a stage and some tables facing it; around the terrain many foodtrucks offer anything you’d like to eat and fill the air with million different and delicious scents.

Javi kisses her temple “I’ll be back”

After ravishing a burger and fries Isa feels the cold sweat and the nausea fading away. The band is now playing slow songs and a many couples are dancing around the colorful little lights that cross over the flatland. Chucho clears his throat and looks at his son in a not very subtle way and motion his head to the people dancing and then to his wife.

“Do you want to dance?” Isa sips her soda and seems confused by his offering

“You don’t dance”

“I dance... sometimes, c’mon, it’s been a long time” he stand up and tends a hand to her gaining a smirk and a wink from his father.

The band starts playing a bachata. Javi lays her hand on her lower back feeling the way her hips go right and left, her soft breath on his chest while he brushes his lips on her forehead.

“I think this one was on that tape I gave you” she says on his ear, raising her voice over the music

“Suggestive enough” he smirks “We listened to that tape on a loop in my car that summer”

“I don’t know if I’d call listen to a tape what we used to do in your car” she laughs

“Yeah, the nights at the riverbank and that tape...I remember”

“I wish we could go back sometimes” she whispers so softly that Javi is not sure if she just says it to herself

The song ends and the people cheer and clap but they stay in a tight embrace knowing that when they let go and they’re back to square one. Javi is still parting on Monday and Isabel will stay always waiting for him to come back.

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The trip back home is calm; Chucho drives while the radio plays some classics from the 60’s, Isabel holds her child’s head on her chest, her other hand lays lazily between the seats, slowly advancing towards Javi’s thigh until she brushes her knuckles over his jeans. He turns to face her but she keeps looking through the window at the night sky and the fading lights of the fair. After leaving Elvira on bed, Chucho feels that it’s time for him to leave the two of them alone.

“I’m going to sleep, you don’t have to wake up early but I’ll go to church tomorrow at nine” Chucho announces before going to his room

The humble space in the living room suddenly feels like a world away from one end to the other, from the corner where Javi stand to Isa on the other. She looks down trying to find the things she wants to say and to command her feet to walk, to run to him.

“I think I’m going to sleep” Javi says unbuttoning his shirt

“Do you want to walk with me? Just for a bit” she interrupts

“Yeah...okay” he raises his brow confused but agrees instantly, whatever makes her talk to him again.

They walk around the property, the crickets and breeze the only sound around them. The animals are asleep and the current of the nearby river is stronger in that part of the ranch.

“I used to love nights like this” she says eventually

“Yeah, I’d pick you up after your shifts at the bar and we spent the night right here” he points to an old red truck now dusty and abandoned.

“I should have known better than to end up with a guy that fucks you on a pick up because his father is sleeping inside the house” she scoffs

“Well, to be fair, I remember I fucked you in plenty other places” he jokes back “Do you want to see if that old tape is still there?”

They approach the shed where Chucho keeps the old car, the door squeaks when Javi opens it.

“Ladies first” he lays out a hand so Isa can get inside and impulse herself on the step. They sit, as many years ago, on the black leather seat that is well preserved even if it’s been years since the last time it was used. Isa throws a look behind her; the blankets they used to cushion their bodies are still there, and she sighs softly

“When was the last time that we did it here?” she asks while Javi struggles to open the radio that’s full of dirt and rust.

“Probably two weeks before you told me that you were pregnant” he guesses

“Poor Elvi, we made her on this old thing” she laughs

“Our lives and my back were never the same” he jokes

“It was me who was most of the time on back” Isa slaps him playfully “So dumbed by you I’d let you do anything over those old rugs”

“Under the stars, listening to Juan Luis Guerra...it was romantic, you told me yourself” he defended

“Again I was dumb”

“I still think this old thing brought us many joyful moments” he taps on the dashboard

“Nostalgic I see” Isa smirk

“A little, you?”

“You’re trying to fuck your way out of this one too” she sighs shaking her head

“Just trying to give my wife a good orgasm before leaving”

“Oh, you’re so sure of yourself”

“Empiric fact, don’t I always make you cum?”

His hand raises the hem of her dress and pulls her legs apart. Her panties already have a damp patch on its center and he grunts feeling her moan just with the faintest brush of his finger between her folds

“What did the song say? I want to spend the whole night wet in you”

Isa gasps when he pulls her to his lap in a swift motion.

“Something like that” she bends her head and kisses him hard biting his lower lip softly

“I want to make love shapes under the moonlight” Javi raises slowly her summer dress until he takes it off and wastes no time in kissing and licking her bare breasts once they’re liberated from the fabric. He tends to one first cupping it, licking and sucking on her nipple and then to the other until her soft skin gets gooseflesh. Isabel moans and rocks her hips back and forth trying to find relief.

“Face to face, kiss by kiss, I want to live always wet in you” he whispers before resuming his sweet attention on her tits

“You learnt it by heart” she laughs

“Cos it’s accurate, that’s how I feel about you, baby”

Isabel unzips his jeans and palms his length over his underwear before releasing him. She wets her hand with her own saliva before stroking him up and down. Helping her, Javi reaches for her core and slips the wet panties to the side not without caressing her clit first with his thumb

“Isa” he moans feeling her arousal, his head on the hollow of her neck nibbling over her pulse. The way he pronounces her name, how he caresses every letter sends her shivers and increases her hunger for him. She reaches between her bodies and lets his cock slide inside her. She starts rocking her hips, moving up and down and in a few thrust she finds the perfect angle where he hits that sensitive spot.

“Shit” she pants

Javi whispers praises in her ear how good she feels, how beautiful she looks naked in the moonlight with him buried so deep inside her. And with that she loses control and rides him faster and harder with her back arched against the dashboard; sensing her immediate release Javier locks his lips on her breasts sucking on her nipples and reaching for her clit between their bodies.

“Cum for me, my love” he says, his gaze fixed in her contort expression, eyes closed and mouth open and she shakes around him feeling tense for a second and then as if her bones had melted she collapses on his chest.

Javi thrusts lazily feeling how she quivers around his cock and lets her relax from her orgasm before increasing the pace again to find relief.

Regaining a bit of her conscience, Isa straightens her body and lets him push in her hard and fast until he crumbles.

They stay there under the moon and starts in the old car where all started; a thousand times they had lost themselves in each other like this, and a thousand times Isa wishes that everything would be as easy as this with him.

She strokes his arms drawing soft circles over his muscles “I know you can’t, but I really want you to stay with us, with me. But if leaving this time helps you understand that you belong to me and your place is here, with me, then so be it”

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Porcelain Face - Chapter 7

Both of the boys came running into the class, saying:

-"WE'RE VERY SORRY LO- MR.BERRY, WE OVERSLEPT-" They both yelled in unison until they noticed what was going on.

They didn't missed the lesson but there was something else that caught their attention.

Mostly Ethan's as Virgil looked down, covering his masked face.

There was a new student in class.

Apparently he was already after the introduction part and didn't look so sure about repeating himself just because someone was late.

-"Well...this is awkward." - The new kid said as Logan sighed and just told the late two to sit down.

The new kid looked rather...Interesting?

But more than that he looked like he belonged with the popular kids which didn't make things any better.

He had black, cropped leather jacket, orange shirt, ripped tight jeans, fingerless gloves and...A pair of sunglasses on his face?

That was a pretty strange look for spring but no one commented on that.

He looked pretty confident and that was usually never a good sign.

When Ethan first introduced himself he was pretty flustered and shy but this new kid though had this weird indescriptible vibe.

It even seemed like he was eyeing Virgil which made the porcelain boy glare at the new kid in suspicion.

As they both sat down the kid was already talking about himself though neither of the two boys really listened.

The part that they actually heard was just:

-"Aaand there's nothing left for ya'll to know about me. Can I finally sit down teach'?

Logan then nodded also clearly not understanding half of the things the boy just said.

After the rest of lesson ended,

All of the students were now all heading out of the class.

Virgil finally looked up as he got out of the class with Ethan.

Now the new guy was pretty sure, as he ignored all the popular kids that wanted to talk to him because of his interesting appearance as he went to the two of the late boys to introduce himself properly.

-"It's nice to see you again Eighty, oh and hi there beanie girl." He said as both of them looked very confused for why did he came to them.

-"Wait...What does this mean, it's nice to see you again?" Virgil asked, clearly not understanding what was going on, same goes to Ethan who grew rather more suspicious of the new kid.

-"Don't you remember me? It's ya girl Remy!" The new kid said pulling up his sunglasses revealing two bright-orangeish eyes.

the cardboard boy stared at him in disbelief.

-"W-wait...Remy?!" He asked now louder, getting excited.

-"Yup! It's really me myself and I!" He exclaimed hugging his apparently old friend.

-"Wait...what???" Ethan asked in very confused now tone.

-"Oh! Sorry there- Uh...What's your name?"

Remy asked awkwardly.

-"Ethan.." The boy replied turning his head from them.

The same look of confusion have had the popular kids.

Including Roman and Remus.

What was actually going on?

Why did this guy came to these losers?

They honestly didn't know....

And were they hugging????

Now it was confusing as fuck.

Then...One kid dared to say it out loud.

-"Yo, new kid! Why are you hanging out with the glass dealer and the freak?"

Little did he knew Remy's reaction as he came closer to the guy who yelled these words.

-"Listen up here you little bitch.

I can hang out with whoever I want and whenever I want.

You can't tell me to do shit unless you want to get punched in the face."

He simply said showing off his eyes as the kid gulped and run away.

-"Whoa....That was.... Pretty awesome." Ethan admitted as Remy proudly stepped back to the other two.

-"Thanks, Rem'. Also why are you here?" Virgil asked.

-"Uhhhh you know....I run away from these losers so called my parents."

Ethan looked rather unimpressed and Virgil just sighed.

-"Are you sure that is the reason?" The porcelain boy questioned.

-"Ummm...Anyways Virgie would you and your friend want some Starbie?" Remy changed the subject.

-"Sure, I guess." The cardboard boy agreed.

-"Fine by me." Ethan said.

After school all three of them went to the nearest Starbucks.

Remy was ready to pay them when both of them denied.

-"No, no, no Rem' I agreed yesterday when Patton, one other guy suggested to pay, so no, I can pay for myself" Virgil denied sternly.

-"Bitch,  I INSIST." Remy said, clearly determined just like Patton yesterday.

-"Nope, you are not PAYING for ME." The cardboard boy talked back as there was a short moment of silence between the three, Ethan still confused af.

-"I'm going to buy you stuff anyways." Remy said.

-"REMY!" Virgil yelled, pretty angry now for loosing.

-"Welp....Guess he had won, huh?" Ethan said.

-"Not helping, Eth..." Virgil whined.

-"Oh and Vitligo gurl! What do you want?"

Remy yelled not caring that half of the Starbucks could hear him as the other two other boys signed miserably.

-"Nothing, really...I don't... Drink coffee and I'm not hungry." The porcelain boy yelled back.

-"Oh, come on! Why not?" - Remy asked.

-"It's....Just....I can't say it out loud." Ethan said in a whispering tone to Remy who walked  back to them.

-"So what is it? You're allergic? ADHD? You despise coffee or?"

-"I just can't drink coffee..." Then he said why in sign language hoping that the new kid would not understand.

-"I-can't-eat-or-drink-because-I-have-no-guts..."

Then Remy whispered back.

-"Then how do you live?" which clearly meant that he indeed understood the motion sentence.

-"I....I.. It's complicated, ok?" Ethan signed in defeat.

-"Well okay then, Virgie gets the double then."

Remy simply said.

-"NO. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! PATTON DID THAT YESTERDAY THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Virgil whined dramatically, pretty pissed off as both Remy and Ethan laughed.

-"Besides I'm going to be fat...." He mumbled the last sentence but both of them could hear it anyway.

[He thought Remy bought food as well]

-"Dude...You are literally just thin layer of skin and bones." Remy commented quietly.

-"Virgie? You okay there...?" Ethan said worriedly as the cardboard boy stayed silent before the barista yelled:

-"Remy? Your order is finished!"

Guess it's our stuff, Eighty." Remy said walking back to the counter to pick the drinks.

-"Why does he call you Eighty?" Ethan whispered as Virgil signed.

-"Probably similiar reason for why Patton calls you Dee."

-"Oh.." Ethan said.

-"Alright babes, here's your Spring Frappuchino with chocolate and coconut flakes." passing the pretty large Cup at still pissed off Virgil.

-"And here's your nonexistant coffee because I can't help." Remy said doing the motion of giving the Cup of coffee to Ethan who looked at him tiredly and said:

-"Thanks...."

After some time of talking, Virgil's and Remy's past was brought.

-"Hey Virgie, can we spill some tea of our past to your new babe?" Remy then asked as the cardboard boy slowly nodded.

-"Well then....It all started...."

Virgil changed schools yet again.

Probably the third time now.

He was met with all the new students who like always either looked fascinated or spooked out by masked appearance.

Remy was the one of the fascinated ones.

He clearly wanted to be friends with the mysterious kid.

As Virgil introduced himself to the class and took his sit, Remy already talked to him.

-"Hey there newbie! Wanna be friends?"  Remy asked cheerfully, but Virgil though frowned.

-"You probably won't like me anyway...." He said, sadly, but Remy was determined enough.

-"Oh come on! I really do want to be friends with you!

I don't really care about your mask though it is pretty cool actually!" He excalaimed surprising the other kid.

-"R-really?" The cardboard boy said with the look of hope in his "eyes"

-"Yup!"

Then the bell rang as they started to hang out.

They hung out more often and soon enough became best friends.

Virgil was really happy back then as Remy was his protector from the bullies.

Unfortunetly one day it just wasn't enough....

There were five very curious kids... The two stronger ones tackled Remy who desperetly tried to free his grip from them, trying to get to his friend.

Unlucky for the two...It was too late.

They already ripped off his mask from his face revealing four pairs of violet eyes.

The kids imediatelly dropped him, very scared of his appearance as they screamed run away.

Only Remy stayed.

Looking at Virgil who was now sobbing on the ground uncontrollably.

He stood there for a few seconds, until he walked to the other boy and kneeled down, saying:

-"Hey, you okay there buddy?"

The boy with the multiple eyes looked a little up with surprise and disbelief painted on his face.

-"A-aren't you s-scared of m-me? D-don't you want to l-laugh at me o-or r-run away....?"

He asked, still very broken.

-"Nope! You look pretty awesome to me! I think spiders are very cool! Cause...you're a spider, right?"

The boy nodded.

-"Well then... As I promised before, I will protect you, Spidey-boo!" Remy said confidently as Virgil giggled at the nickname.

Remy then stood up and helped the other boy up as well, giving back his mask and holding him protectivly from the other kids just in case.

But of course...Virgil's parents found out that someone has seen his face and they moved out yet again...

He was miserable back then...

Because he thought he had lost the only person that actually cared about him...

Neither Virgil nor Remy mentioned the part when Virgil looked like a spider, because they both knew it was a sensitive topic for the cardboard boy.

Though Ethan....He looked kind of... sad and dissapointed If one could say.

At himself mostly.

Because now he finally realised...

He wasn't able to ever be there for the cardboard boy before, because he was home-schooled and now the only chance of someone liking him was gone..

Remy was apparently pretty close with Virgil anyway.

Remy had already seen his face and gained his trust, something that Ethan probably couldn't do...

Virgil deserved better than a weakling like him anyway...

He should probably just....give up on trying.

-"That's an amazing story guys! I'm not surprised why you missed each other so much!

But I got to go...Um- my moms told me I should be back at 4 PM."

-"But you said they let you-" Virgil was cut off by him again.

-"They changed their mind." he said colder than he intended to as he walked out of the building, not even turning his head back.

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I hope to see them tears...

Lmao Jk.

AND YES I KNOW, THEY WENT TO ANOTHER COFFEE SHOP, CAUSE WHY NOT I LIKE THESE KINDS OF STORIES YA'LL CAN'T STOP ME.

But seriously that's the last time.

Is this a good level of Angst for you all?

And for fucks sake it lagged.

#virgil sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #thomas sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides angst #sanders sides fanart #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #ts anxiety #ts logic #ts logan #ts remy #remy sanders #ts deceit #sanders sides au

[brennenscolby]

Father Todd, Mother (Y/n) (One Shot)

Word count: 2,288

A/N: Contains Fluff/Comfort. Nothing explicit, but, if you feel like this may offend you in some way,-since it regards religion-, feel free to exit and read something a little more suitable for you;)

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They were fucked.

Unbelievably fucked.

At least that's what Tim thought.

He was the one who created the earth-traveling device anyways. After working day and night, and going through a few dozen cups of black coffee or so, he created something he believed had the power to transport him to a different planet, -or dimension-, if he pleased. Bruce had been the one to reprimand him about using it, but, he later reluctantly accepted it after seeing Tim's test pass with complete success. Right now, the bat-fam was on a mission. A few heroes were stranded on Earth-15, and Bruce had sent Tim, Damian, and Dick to save them and bring them back. However, as easy as it seemed, things didn't go as planned.

The device had managed to go through some technological failure after sending the stranded heroes back to Earth-51, leaving Tim and the rest behind.

And there they were, stranded on Earth-15. The fact that none of them had any useful knowledge about the planet further put them on edge. They all hid a for a few minutes, clearly anxious about their situation.

Dick was the first to stand from his crouching position.

It seemed they had been transported to a random area, located behind an abandoned cathedral.

Or one that seemed abandoned.

He scanned his surroundings, checking every corner on high alert, before relaxing his shoulders and nodding towards his younger brothers,

"It's clear"

Tim and Damian stood from their positions, the youngest brother clearly not trusting his siblings as he stayed on guard, slowly trailing behind. As soon as they made in front of the cathedral, they stopped, opting to discuss a new plan. Dick watched as his brother in red and black attire went through his gadgets, eyes narrowed in concentration,

"So, What do we do? Just stand here like a bunch of imbeciles?", Damian questioned, emerald eyes gleaming with a small hint of desperation. Dick sighed, acknowledging the brave face he put on. He didn't know if anyone would ever spot the hint of vulnerability in Damian, but he sure as hell could being the brother, -and detective-, he was,

"Well, First we help Tim fix his device."

A sudden voice spoke up, a sweet very familiar timbre caressing their ears,

"I may be able to provide some assistance",

Instantly, they all turned their heads, eyes locking with a pair of gleaming (e/c) ones. Dick tilted his head in pure confusion, sharing a look with Tim as Damian sported a mild expression. It was you they were staring at. Except, you were wearing white and black, resembling that of a nun. Of course, each of the brothers were aware that doppelgängers were on every planet, but, they couldn't help but feel very surprised to find you. If they were being honest, being a nun kinda suited your sweet, considerate personality. You flashed a sweet smile, brows softening with empathy,

"Hello, excuse me for suddenly interfering. I couldn't help but notice you children."

Tim gave a weary smile, crossing his arms. Of course, they found it a bit humiliating to be called children, but, nonetheless, they allowed it to slide. Because it was your doppelgänger saying it, and because you were a nun. It would only be expected from the knowledge they had about that,

"I am Mother (Y/n), this is my cathedral. You must be from another earth I am guessing, yes? Follow me. I must provide you with as much as I can in the name of the lord"

They all gawked are each other, silently following your flowy, almost glowing form. Damian stomped his feet into place, his eyes narrowed his annoyance at the two elders ahead of him,

"Are you two insane? Why are you following? We don't know anything about her. She may prove to be dangerous",

Dick walked over, settling his hand on his brother's shoulder, before quickly having it slapped off by the young brat,

"Hands off, Richard"

He chuckled, face quickly growing serious,

"C'mon Damian. You have any better ideas? Plus, don't you like (y/n)?"

"Tt", he uttered, crossing his arms before begrudgingly following along. Tim examined his utility belt, a few lights going off to signal something,

"My gadget is picking up on two human presences. Whoever the other is, they're probably in the cathedral."

Dick looked down at his escrima sticks, which happened to glow a faint blue,

"Same here. From what I'm getting, it doesn't seem like they're evil."

After trailing behind you for what seemed like a few minutes, Tim was the first to speak up, hoping to ease the unnerving tension around them,

"Thanks for helping us. My name is Tim, and these are my brothers Dick and Damian"

Damian scowled as his identity was revealed. You glanced at them from your peripheral, chuckling at the way they began to bicker,

"It is alright children. Don't worry, I won't reveal your identities"

You opened the cathedral doors. They watched as your eyes aimlessly looked around,

"Father Todd! Father Todd?", you bellowed, hearing nothing but the echo of your voice. You turned back to the boys, watching as their expressions became hysterical once more. Tim and dick could barely believe it. Jason was here too? and he was a priest?! Settling your hands on your hips you arched a brow, crossing your arms,

"Are you children really Alright? You're looking at me like I've lost my mind." Before you could continue, two slender hands settled on each of your shoulders, spooking you to the core,

"I would look at you the same if I were them, Mother (Y/n). After all, you do have a unique way of being", you felt your cheeks burn as you craned your neck up, eyes meeting with amused cerulean ones. Black messy hair, a few strands of white, there stood Jason. Damian refused to believe at first, but, actually seeing Jason dressed as a priest with a cross around his neck was very, very perplexing. What the hell was going on here?? Fully spinning around, you looked up at Father Todd, eyes displaying adoration,

"F-father Todd! U-uh I was just looking for you. I wanted to introduce you to these children.", you pointed at each of them, presenting them to the priest, who seemed just a bit more interested in you than them. Dick and Tim watched your interaction with the Jason, amusement on their faces. It seemed even on another Earth, you both were still completely infatuated with each other.

However, Damian was quick to cut the interaction off, grumbling as a scowl crossed his face,

"Cmon you too. We do not have all day. Especially you, Father Todd", he spat, fuming with impatience and irritation by simply seeing Jason, -or what looked like-, Jason. The priest simply turned to him with a slightly baffled expression before releasing a slight chuckle, smiling brightly nonetheless,

"I see you have a...rather eager one. Please, settle down with me. It would be rude of me not to welcome you in the house of God"

Damian frowned in confusion. How was it possible that Jason could actually be somewhat nice to him?? Even if it was just his doppelgänger, it made his head hurt when he thought about it. They all followed, teasing and clearly enjoying Damian's reaction as you walked ahead with Jason. He pulled out a few chairs from the table next to the alter, gesturing for each to sit,

"May I ask how you children arrived on this planet? Mother (y/n) and I may be able to help"

"We meant to transport to Earth-51, but, it seems like my gadget wasn't working as well as I thought ", Tim scratched the side of his head, smiling bashfully. Father Todd nodded in understanding, hands folding on the table,

"I may just have the thing for this", he winked, standing up and walking over to the other side of the room. Upon pushing some buttons on a keyboard, everything lit up, displaying technological equipment of all sorts. Jason smiled upon seeing Tim's look of atonishment. He quickly walked over to the other side, immediately asking the priest questions and whether or not he had some coffee somewhere. You chuckled at them, steering your gaze over to Dick and Damian who sat directly infront of you,

"Now that I understand the circumstances you've been put under, you may stay as long as you'd like", you announced, handing Dick a cup of tea since he asked for it. He watched you with a neutral expression, clearly curious,

"Wait, you're actually okay with this?"

Jason, who had been helping Tim set up his gadget on the other side, came back, settling to stand behind you. He nodded with you after hearing his statement, offering another smile,

"Of course. I am a Gotham priest and she is a Gotham nun after all"

You grinned, features relaxing,

"We've seen stranger things"

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With the help of his brothers and father todd, Tim had managed to fix his gadget. Dick smiled in triumph, watching everything quickly fall into place.

Your reassurance and kindness surely brought his heart to ease. He understood that all doppelgängers weren't exactly the same, but something about you, on this planet, clearly radiated your vibe and personality.

Nonetheless, the more time he spent seeing you, the more he was starting to feel homesick. The others couldn't really feel it, but, he missed his baby sister. His confident, blunt but kind adoptive-sibling, who had always managed to offer him solace. You turned back to Damian and Dick, a look of sympathy crossing your face as you met eyes with Dick,

"Are you alright, Dick? The gadget will be ready for use in just a little longer"

He smiled softly, nodding his head,

"Im fine. It's just, you remind us of someone we know on our Earth", you nodded, a flash of sadness in your eyes. You didn't know why, but you just sympathized deeply with them. Must've been your connection to your other counterpart. Standing up, you placed a hand on Dick's, offering comfort as his azure orbs met yours,

"Whoever this person may be, I am determined to get you home to them. I really hope you get the chance to greet them"

Dick smiled softly, placing his hand over yours,

"I hope so too"

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After a few hours of preparing and installing some new pieces, the gadget was fully ready. Tim, Damian, and Tim waved goodbye to you and Jason before pressing the device and going through a portal.

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Tim took his hands off the device, looking around with his brothers in hopes of finally achieving the bat-cave. All they saw was your figure alongside Jason's, standing next each other as you faced the bat computers. Upon hearing one of them take a step, you and Jason turned, your eyes sparkling as you smiled at your brothers. When you saw your oldest brother you jumped, running directly into his arms, "Dick! I missed you". He smiled, leaning his chin down on your head, "I missed you too, sis. So much." You were quickly interrupted by the rest, the voice of Damian making its way to your ears,

"Hmpf. I cannot believe you forgot about us for this ass." You chuckled, making your way over Tim and Damian as you opened your arms, hugging them tightly into a group hug,

"How could I forget the most phenomenal robin of all", he smiled as the rest rolled their eyes, clearly disagreeing with your statement. You released a sigh of relief after pulling away, jogging back to your position and punching a rather distressed Jason,

"See! I told you they'd make it home just fine",

You stuck your hand out in front of him, a cocky smirk on your face,

"Now pay me what you owe me"

"God dammit", the tall male grunted, sighing as he pulled his wallet out, placing a crumpled $20 dollar bill in your hand. You smiled in triumph, feeling even better at seeing Jason's defeated expression.

You both crossed your arms, examining your brothers in anticipation,

"So, did you still finish the mission even tho you got kinda stuck somewhere?"

You and Jason had known about the incident regarding the three, receiving the signal through your communicators. They all nodded, a bit perplexed as they had just seen you a few moments ago,

"Stop staring at me. It's unnerving as hell", Jason spoke, running a hand through his hair to get the strands out of his eyes,

"It's just, when we were stranded in Earth-15, we saw both of you guys... but, you were a priest and (Y/n) was a nun"

You both turned and looked at each other, clearly not believing a single word. Jason chuckled as you laughed hard, clutching your stomach. After what seemed like a few minutes, you calmed down, wiping your eyes,

"What a knee slapper. That was funny. Ok, now stop fucking around and go out there and help Bruce. Jay and I have to take care of some thugs"

"We're not lying!"

"Sure you're not you clowns", Jason rolled his eyes, walking away as you chuckled lightly. Tim and Dick looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders before parting ways. Damian turned, walking in the direction of the stairs that led back to the mansion,

"Seeing Todd again, makes me wish he actually was a Priest."

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#jasontodd #batman #gotham #selfinsert #robin #self insert #nightwing #jason todd x reader #jason todd #fathertodd #father todd #priest! jason #red hood x reader #dick grayson #tim drake #Jason Todd x reader #red robin #red hood

[knylinphd]

sanemi x fem!reader | wanna be a pillar ? [smut]

sanemi shinazugawa x reader

female reader

Sanemi has a special bond with his favorite and bestest trainee.

warning : smut, lemon.

that shit’s gonna be long because I keep saying Obanai is my fav pillar but Sanemi got me like

          The wind pillar was rough with his trainees. Most of them wanted to give up, but they knew they would've to suffer from much worse if they were telling their trainer so. However, the one that was never flinching, was (Y/N). She had already been chosen to be a pillar in a few months, so she was already hanging out with the other pillars, learning how it worked. And that's how, when she was invited at a party, she got drunk with her trainer, Sanemi.

           And her actually talking back to him and picking fights, he was already interested in her, even if he acted like she was just another trainee he had. The alcohol and the party didn't help, since they ended up in the same bed, that night. But instead of feeling bad about it, Sanemi thought it was actually a good thing ; all the pillars had to agree to have a new member. So he thought of blackmailing her. Indeed, he had good memories of his night with the girl, and to be sure to live it again, he made a deal with her.

          ''I'll agree to make you a part of the pillars, only if we fuck again, but sober this time.'' She was kinda nervous as he was a bit of her boss, since he was training her. But she had also noticed how he was getting softer with her and how he was treating her differently ; she wasn't blind. ''Sure.'' She replied, her confidence bringing a huge smile on the silver-haired boy's face.

         He found the perfect day for it ; the last training day, for the girl and the other people he was supposed to train -and not torture. (Y/N) was playing with her katana, talking with Mitsuri. Suddenly, she felt an arm wrapping around her waist, making her raise an eyebrow. ''I need you for something real quick.'' Sanemi said, grinning when she turned to look at him. Mitsuri immediately understood ; she remembered that night they ended up in the same bed and acted like nothing had happened.

          ''Why can't you wait for a few minutes ? I'm having a conversation.'' The girl replied, getting on his nerves. But weirdly, it was turning him on. ''You fucking trainee think you can not follow my orders, hm ?'' He said, that hysterical smile on his face. But the girl didn't have time to reply, as he was already carrying her over his shoulder.

          ''You're gonna learn not to talk back and actually listen to me.'' He started to mumble, on his way to his room. ''I'm gonna put you back at your place, you're gonna learn who's the boss here.'' He was mostly talking to himself, which only made (Y/N) chuckle, still holding her katana.

        Once he arrived in his room, Sanemi threw her on the bed. ''Training's over, (L/N). Throw your katana somewhere and take your outfit off.'' The girl giggled, even though she actually really started to take off her belt. ''Are we getting formal again ?'' However, she didn't expect to get slapped, which made her eyes widened. ''I didn't order you to talk.'' Sanemi said, a grin on his face. (Y/N) had gasped when he slapped her, but seeing that it was just a weird kink he had, she didn't say anything and actually did whatever he said.

           The man started to take off his own clothes as well, remaining in his underwear only. As soon as the girl's clothes were fully off, he immediately touched her breast, grinning while he started to play with it. ''You've always been my favorite trainee, you know that ?'' She nodded, even though she wasn't sure if he wanted an actual answer. He slipped a hand on her crotch, and laughed. ''You're actually getting into it ! Why are you so wet, oh my God, only for me ?!'' He even sounded positively surprised.

            ''I'll still have to touch there a bit, hm ? Seeing you this excited, you're only waiting for me to get into you ? Then, you're going to wait.'' That said, he didn't wait to go down on her, giving her cunt a long lick. The gasp she made got Sanemi even more turned on. ''Yeah, you're allowed to make noises like that.'' He said, starting to pump his fingers into her without any warning.

          ''I understand why you've been chosen to be a pillar. You're strong, and you're not afraid to fight, and your power is actually interesting. But it's also because you can be a good and obedient little girl.'' He started to pump his fingers in-between each word of his last sentence, to create a rhythm. Like he was proud of her for being obedient like he had just said, he cupped her cheeks with one hand, kissing her roughly.

           He was still kissing her when he slowly entered his member in her -when did he take off his underwear ? Not so he was sure he wasn't hurting that much ; but because he wanted to take all his time to tease her. Throughout the kiss, he started to bite her lower lip, to get it swollen. The action made (Y/N) open her mouth, allowing Sanemi to slip his tongue in. She didn't even fight for dominance at this point ; she was too focus on the man being as slow as he could.

However, she didn’t have to wait much longer, since at the exact moment Sanemi was fully in, he didn’t wait before pounding roughly and fast, his balls slapping against her already. ‘’I wanted to tease you but-‘’ he cut himself off with a grunt. ‘’-I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.’’ He wrapped his right hand around the girl’s throat, choking her a bit -but not enough to prevent her from talking.

Indeed, Sanemi had decided that he missed her voice, even though he liked how obedient she had been by not talking. ‘’You can talk. But if I press tighter, you shut the fuck up.’’ At his last words, he got much closer to her, as if he wanted to look as deep as possible into her eyes. She nodded, escaping a moan in the process. He smiled. ‘’Good girl.’’ He said, before kissing her forehead.

After a few minutes, he noticed that (Y/N) was very into it. ‘’Oh you like it, hm ?’’ Thus, he angled his hips a different way. ‘’Then I’m gonna change. I don’t want you to cum yet.’’ She whined, and that’s why she earned another slap. Sanemi cupped her cheeks the same way he had just before. ‘’You wanna be a pillar, (Y/N) ?’’ The girl nodded, once again escaping some moans while doing so. That said, Sanemi smiled and started to choke her once again. ‘’Then you’ll do whatever I want. And maybe if you’re a very good girl, I’ll let you finish.’’

She hummed as an answer, and Sanemi kissed her lips to show his satisfaction. As his movements were getting sloppier, Sanemi’s hold on the girl’s throat got tighter, and he took both of her wrists in one hand to rest them above her head. Satisfied with the full dominance, he finally came, his groan turning the girl even more on, as if it was possible.

He let himself fall against the girl, as if he was hugging her. Once he was coming off of his high, he noticed the bruise on the girl’s cheek. ‘’Oh, that seems like it was rough.’’ He said, kissing where the cheek was reddened. He even caressed it when he straightened up. But he was feeling (Y/N), staring at him. So, he stared back. ‘’What ?’’ She pouted. ‘’I was good. You promised.’’ Her words sounded like a whine. However, Sanemi giggled at her sentence.

‘‘I didn’t promise anything. But it’s true you were.’’ As he was talking, the girl had started to caress his scars on his chest with her finger. ‘’Those turn you on, hm ?’’ She smiled at him, nodding, thinking it would help her getting her release if he was pleased enough. ‘’Fuck, you’re lucky you’re getting a special treatment. Do you think any other trainee I ever had got those privileges ?’’ She shook her head, looking as obedient and submissive as possible ; she thought of abandoning her cocky attitude, since any thing that would make Sanemi mad would beget her not getting satisfaction.

Her plan seemed to work, since he smiled. ‘’Then, get on your stomach, face in the pillow.’’ He said, pulling out. (Y/N) did as he told, and he directly put her arse up in the air.

‘’We’re having another round ?’’ She asked, bending her head backwards to look at him. ‘’With that ass up in the air like that and that attitude you have, we can have a lot of other rounds.’’ He said, kissing her forehead in the process. Those little intentions he had in-between rough actions, they made his trainee crazy. That said, he pushed her head back in the pillow, giggling, immediately poking at her entrance once again.

He entered in one go this time, but began slowly. ‘’I remember from our last encounter ; the more you’re being teased, the more you moan louder and louder.’’ He chuckled at his own comment, before pulling the girl’s hair. Her head was now up, and he had full control of her once again. But since she had been a good girl, he bent forward, to whisper in her ear : ‘’And since you’ve been very very good, you get to move in synch, okay ?’’ (Y/N) nodded, Sanemi kissing her ear before taking back his initial position.

‘’Fuck, you’re gonna be a pillar so bad.’’ He said, once he started to move faster. She laughed at the comment, but he brushed it off. She really had privileges. The first few minutes were nice, but it got better when Sanemi felt his trainee bounce against him. He released her hair to put his hand on her mouth, her immediately biting his skin.

‘’You want me to get another scar or something ?’’ He asked, in-between groans. But he couldn’t deny that it was turning him on. ‘’You really wanna be a pillar, don’t you ?’’ The girl rolled her eyes at the question, as if he was repeating the same thing over and over again. A particular loud grunt made her understand that Sanemi was almost at his peak. But fortunately, he bent to get a better angle, and also to slip his free hand on her clit.

Doing circular motions, it instantly made the girl react. He giggled at the little whine she left, and slapped her butt cheek, very hard. She was sure it could’ve been heard from outside the room. ‘’You didn’t think I would forget about those slaps, did you ? Like I would forget something like that when it’s all in front of me.’’ He sang his second sentence a bit, making (Y/N) chuckle, even though it got cut off by another moan.

It wasn’t long before she came, not being able to bounce again. That’s why Sanemi slipped an arm around her waist, to straighten her up, so her back was against his chest. He bit all over her shoulder and collarbone, even sometimes her neck, until he finally came himself, biting as much as he could on her collarbone while doing so, since he didn’t want to growl as loud as he knew he would.

He released her, laying right next to her to catch his breath. When she locked eyes with him, she couldn’t help but chuckle, for some reason. But Sanemi didn’t mind it. He even rubbed her cheek. ‘’I really slapped hard. It’s still red. I was really into it, I didn’t notice.’’ She grabbed the blanket to put over her ; her high gone, she was starting to feel the cold air. ‘’Yeah, I know. That’s why I didn’t insult you.’’ Sanemi snorted. ‘’As if you would’ve anyway. You want me to let you in the team.’’ He said, kissing her cheek before standing up.

He threw her clothes at her, before starting to put back his own clothes on. ‘’Do you really think I’m going to go back training with your nasty cum dripping all over my legs ?’’ Sanemi sighed. ‘’Wow, you stopped being an obedient little trainee already ? But yeah, yeah, I’ll get you something to clean yourself.’’ That said, he went in another room and came back with a towel he threw at her. ‘’Congratulations (Y/N), you’re a pillar.’’ He said, before stepping out of his room.

The said girl simply giggled at him, acting like he didn’t care about her. That dumbass kissed her cheek and felt bad about her bruise, but he’s acting like nothing had just happened ? But now that she was a pillar, (Y/N) wasn’t going to restrain her sassy attitude ever again -or maybe sometimes 👀.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #smut

[car-karaoke]

Cake

Prompt 38: "Just pretend to be my date" with Alexander Ludgwig

Requested by the lovely @normatural

Warnings: none, just fluff

You had only been working as a makeup artist on Vikings for a few months, but it has been the most incredible job you'd ever have. All of the cast were shockingly nice to you, especially considering you were still getting used to working on such a huge show. More times than not, you took twice as long as the other artists, making sure every painstaking detail was to your utter satisfaction. Your end products were incredible, but you found yourself always apologizing for taking so long. Only a few times did someone show any annoyance to it

One of the extras was in a mood that day. She was playing a shieldmaiden, and you were currently working on perfecting a bloody gash on her cheekbone. Your tongue stuck out ever so slightly in concentration when she cleared her throat rudely, causing you to fumble and drop your brush

"Shit" you muttered under your breath, grabbing the now dirty brush and putting it in your cleaning solution. You grabbed a fresh one and focused your attention back on her face, which now smudged unpleasantly to your critical eyes

"I'm just going to need to re-do this little part here, just hang in there I'm sorry" you stated quietly to the actress. She huffed dramatically and looked at her watch

"Do you really need to fix that? It's not like it really matters. You're not even one of the important makeup artists here. Besides, I'm supposed to look bloody and war-beaten, not like I'm going to prom" she finished with raised eyebrows

Her comment hit you in the gut. You tried your best to be confident in all parts if your life, especially your job, but given the fact that you were already worried about your work enough as it was, you couldn't help the pit you started to feel in your stomach. Before you could stammer out a reply, a voice rose out from the corner

"Hey! Are you kidding me?? There is NO reason to talk to someone like that! Especially not a damn behind the scenes staff member. They are the only reason we look as amazing as we do. Get the fuck out of here and do it yourself then" Alex yelled, already out of his chair and walking towards yours

You were shocked at his response. Although Alex was always a perfect gentleman to you, you never expected he would stick up for you like that. The woman got up from your chair and muttered an apology to you before leaving. Alex shook his head in frustration and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, looking down at you

"Sorry if you were going to say something, I just kinda snapped on her. That pisses me off when I see people getting treated like that" he admitted

"Of course I dont mind, thank you" you smiled up at him. He returned your smile and gave your shoulder a supportive pat before sitting back down in his own chair. Your friend was working on his makeup at the moment. You never understood how she could be so calm while being more inches away from such attractive people

"Y/N, do you mind taking over for me? I'm nearly done, but I just need to make an important phone call" she carefully said. She knew full well that you have always really liked Alex. If you were a betting woman, you'd say there was no actual phone call.

"Uhhh....yeah! That's okay, I can finish up for you" you shyly smiled. You rarely got the chance to work on the bigger actors/actresses. She sent you a knowing smile before heading out, leaving just the two of you in the trailer

You settled in, trying to concentrate on your job rather than the piercing blue of Alex's eyes. As you went to work, you casually asked him how he had been doing recently and what his plans were for the weekend. Most of the cast and crew had the next few days off

"Eh, not a whole lot is new with me. As far as plans go, I'm supposed to be heading to a friend's wedding. But it's a rather small wedding, and my buddy didn't tell me until just this morning that almost everyone is going with a date....and I don't have one" he laughed awkwardly

Before you could stop yourself you blurted out "You don't have a girlfriend?" Typically, you weren't that forward. Alex gave you an amused smile before your eyes bulged out and you tried to backpedal. "I'm sorry... I don't know why I just said that. That was really rude oh my god. I'm so sorry" you stuttered

Alex grabbed your hand reassuringly with a laugh. "You're fine Y/N! Don't worry. And to answer your question, no. I'm single as a pringle" he smiled. "What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked without hesitation

"No" you replied shyly, starting to blush a little. Then you put your foot in your mouth again. "I'll be your fake date to the wedding if you want! I'm a sucker for wedding cake" you blurted out. Embarrassment immediately followed you, causing you to facepalm yourself

To your surprise, Alex busted out laughing. "Fake date huh? I'm down for that if you're being serious" he stated. You looked up at him with shock

"Uhm...I mean yeah! Of course I'll go with you! I can just be your friend, dont worry. You dont have to pretend to be into me or anything" you said awkwardly. God you were bad at this

Alex just beamed at you, his eyes crinkling from his smile. "Alright, it's a date Y/N" he simply said, writing his number down on a piece of paper and giving it to you. You couldn't believe this was actually happening

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It was the day of the wedding. You were all ready to go, a simple but fancy enough dress on, hair done in loose curls framing your face, and semi-bold makeup on point. Alex was going to be picking you up in 5 minutes. You were pacing around your small apartment trying to gather some extra confidence. You knew you looked good, but this is Alex we're talking about. He basically looks like a god at all time

A knock on your door broke you out of your daze and you jumped involuntarily. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to reveal Alex in all his glory. He looked incredible. You couldn't help but stare at him. 'Think Y/N, tell him he looks great' you thought to yourself. Before you could muster up the courage to say anything, Alex interrupted you

"Wow Y/N...you look gorgeous!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, eyes shamelessly looking you up and down. You blushed and shyly thanked him. He handed you a small bouquet of flowers, all of which happened to be your favorite. You gawked at the array of colors as Alex chuckled

"I asked Laura what your favorites were" he quietly admitted. Laura was your friend and coworker. You were overcome with emotion and looked up at him happily

"Alex, you know you didn't have to do this. Especially since I'm not like... you know... your actual date or anything" you stammered. You played with your fingers nervously

"Well as far as I'm concerned, you are my date. You look gorgeous and you're my friend. So what if we're not actually dating" he said simply before taking your hand and leading you to his car. He opened the door for you and you just shook your head and laughed

The wedding venue was gorgeous. It was an outdoor ceremony and reception. Even though it was summer, the night got chillier as it went on. During the ceremony, Alex wrapped his arm around your shoulder casually. Your legs were touching, and you tried with everything you could to keep yourself together. Alex sighed as the ceremony concluded and the happy wedded couple kissed

"I love weddings" he sighed with a smile. You glanced over at him, forgetting how close his face was to yours

"Yeah? Me too" you said quietly. "Something about two people in love committing themselves to each other. It's beautiful"

Alex just hummed in response, dreamily looking at you. "Beautiful. I agree" he whispered. You felt like you were about to melt right there

"You're charming Ludwig, you know that?" You responded softly. He just smirked

"And you're gorgeous" he stated. You blushed like mad and thanked him. "You know, you're treating me like we're actually on a date. Not saying that's a bad thing, but still. I thought you just thought of me as a friend" you joked, trying to cut the sexual tension you were feeling. His eyes narrowed at you

"That's because I do wish this was an actual date. I was going to ask you seriously before you suggested going as a 'fake date'..." he admitted sheepishly. You couldn't believe your ears. Instinctively, you took your hand and grabbed his

"Alex....you have no idea how bad I wanted this to be an actual date too" you started laughing lightly. "I just didn't think you were into me like that. I thought you had a girlfriend to be honest" you stated

He smiled and got up, pulling you along with him. "Well....hopefully I will have a girlfriend soon. Because I'm looking at this wonderful, talented, stunning woman right now and I want to get to know everything about her" he said confidently

You couldn't help the blush that overtook your cheeks, shaking your head in disbelief. "Oh is that so? She must be a very lucky woman. I'm kinda jealous of her" you amusingly smiled. It was his turn to shake his head in laughter

He wrapped his hand around your waist and led you over to the dining hall. He dramatically twirled you as you walked, before kissing your hand like a disney prince would

"Come on love, let's go get you some cake"

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