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lovinpelova · 4 months

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babylove | j. fleming

summary; jessie interacts with a younger fan in front of you and you realise how much you want a baby with her. [SMUT]

🎵 baby by me - 50 cent

ever since chelsea won the fa cup against manchester united, jessie had started coming out of her shell a bit more. it wasn't a lot but it was certainly noticeable. she was saying yes to going places she normally wouldn't want to even think about, interacting with fans more often with longer conversations and started telling her stylist to go bolder with her outfits whenever there was an upcoming event.

still high off the recent win, you and jessie couldn't have been in a happier place with your relationship three years down the line, both playing for chelsea after she moved to your childhood club just after she asked you to be her girlfriend meant you moved quite fast with your relationship and had been living together since. you still weren't married but spoke about it often, as well as having children together, so every time jessie even looked at a baby in the crowd of your games you were swooning with how she'd interact.

that brings you to right now, watching on with guro and niamh as she carefully takes a fans child out of their arms and poses for a picture with the baby, deciding to hold onto her for a couple more moments as she started asking her if she enjoyed the game and if she was her favourite player. when she handed the baby back to her parents she noticed her older brother looking up at her in awe and the way he almost had tears in his eyes, laughing as he turned around to show off his 'fleming' chelsea jersey before deciding to take hers off and give it to him.

she calmed him down from crying fairly quickly to not cause a scene or upset him any further, promising him that if he came to your next home game she'd give him her boots and get a 'fleming' jersey for his baby sister. the mother thanked her gratefully over and over again, jessie placing her hand on her shoulder to calm her down as she stated it was no bother before saying goodbye to the boy and his little sister, jogging back to you, guro and niamh with a massive grin on her face.

"this world doesn't deserve you jess."

niamh commented as guro hummed in agreement, yourself too startstruck at how well she managed that whole situation to even comprehend the conversation that was going on in front of you. you knew jessie was good with kids after how you saw her acting with your nephew one day but you didn't know she was that good with kids- and you'd be lying right now if you said you weren't extremely attracted to it.

the thought of having kids with jessie and her being able to act comfortably and sensibly around them was driving you wild, unable to wait until you got home any longer so you could tell her how you felt and see her reaction.

"c'mon, lets get home."

guro dragged you to the changing rooms as she saw you were still zoned out thinking about jessie jessie jessie, still stuck on those thoughts when you got changed and showered, ate quickly before meeting her at your car and kissed her hello, whilst she was driving you both home and when you were relaxing on the couch together. you couldn't get enough of it, replaying the interaction again and again and again and imagining she was acting like that with your kids instead of a fans.

"you okay baby?"

your girlfriend asked as she looked down to see you zoning out again, pausing the movie that was playing on the tv in front of you to gain your attention. she'd noticed how distant you were acting immediately after the game, opting to stand and stare at the ground in your own thoughts instead of join in on the conversation with niamh and guro, taking note of how quiet you were during the ride home too.

"yeah. m'fine. perfect, a-okay. you?"

the canadian scoffed at your emphasis on how you were feeling, tone of voice not matching the description of your emotions as she raised her eyebrows at you in suspicion.

"mhm. sure you are,"

she teased to gain your full attention, internally grinning once your eyes finally met hers.

"what's been goin' on in that pretty little head of yours? you've been spacin' out all night."

you groaned and threw your head back at how observant jessie was, cursing her quiet nature for the only time you've ever wanted her to not be so watchful. knowing she'd already caught you out and it was too late to deny her study of your behaviour, you had no option but to tell her what you were thinking about.

"when you were talking to that kid and his little sister earlier on i found it cute. i was just imagining you talking to our kids like that when we eventually do get married and have our own."

you heard the midfielder hum in acknowledgement of your words, nodding her head alongside it with a small smile protruding at the idea of having children with you.

"but then- i dunno how to put it."

you sighed in exasperation whilst running a hand over your face in embarrassment, jessie reaching to hold your thigh gently with a comforting rub of her thumb.

"no judgement, remember?"

you closed your eyes with a scrunched up expression, still far too embarrassed to even look her in the eye as you thought about how to word it in a way that wouldn't be weird.

"um, i started thinking about you and me- and what you would say to me during sex if you were actually able to get me pregnant."

rushing out the last bit of your sentence, jessie grinned down at you as she finally processed what you meant, immediately knowing you'd just confessed to having a breeding kink.

"yeah? what was i saying babygirl?"

she asked softly whilst leaning into your ear, pressing a kiss under it before leaving a trail of soft and slow pecks down your pulse point to rile you up. the canadian quickly withdrew her lips and looked into your eyes when you turned your head towards hers, nodding her head encouragingly in a silent way of telling you it was okay to say what you were thinking of because you were in a safe space. you took a deep breath to compose yourself from how she'd just affected you, gathering all the ideas you had in your head to make sense of them so they weren't just floating about in seperate fantasies.

"you're using the..."

"strap?"

jessie finished for you, knowing how shy you could get at moments like these. no matter what she was always the more dominant one in these situations, you fell into your shell and jessie came out of hers, it was the perfect balance to have a taste of what the other experienced on a daily basis.

"mhm. and you're saying that you wanna get me pregnant 'n you can't wait to see how i'll look carrying your babies. stuff like that."

your girlfriend immediately knew what you meant by 'stuff like that' and she smirked at it, not letting you grow shy again by standing up quickly and picking you up with her, walking with you in her arms towards your bedroom as she initiated a sloppy kiss. you felt her stop just before the bed to search for something in the bedside drawer until she found it, smiling against your lips when she tossed it on the bed beside you as she crawled on top of you. jessie leaned up to take off her shirt and watched you do the same, trailing her kisses down your neck to leave marks along the swell of your breasts as she unclipped your bra and threw it behind her carelessly, latching her mouth onto your chest to suck pleasurably with the occasional bite to tease.

her left hand began to massage your free breast softly as her right one pulled your thigh around her waist so she could start grinding into you, groaning against the hickeys she'd quickly made when you dug your nails into her back and bicep and softly moaned out her name. jessie pulled away and began moving further down, feeling your hand cup her face and tug her towards your lips as she followed your command to kiss you again before she could even think about going any lower. happy with the way you were moaning into her mouth she pulled down your joggers and underwear alongside her own shorts, leaving you completely bare and herself in underwear as she blindly felt about for the strap beside her.

having to break apart to see where it was, she turned her head to find it and begin putting it on whilst your lips trailed eagerly down her neck, leaving marks in your own wake as payback for the painful ones she left on your chest earlier. the canadian finally put it on right and moved her head towards yours in a heated kiss, one hand grabbing the strap and rubbing the tip over your heat to gather your arousal, playfully slapping your needy clit a couple times to hear you moan her name out or whine as she smirked cockily.

"are you still wanting this?"

the immediate switch made you melt for a moment as she asked for consent one last time, loving how she always ensured you were one-hundred percent in until the last minute.

"so bad jess."

your girlfriend kissed you softly with one hand beside you to support herself, the other guiding her strap into you as you moaned gently at the intrusion, one hand gripping her waist and the other on her shoulder. it didn't take long for her to bottom out inside you, your legs wrapping around her waist as her hand moved to grip your thigh in response when she started moving at your silent prompt. jessie thrusted into you slowly at first, beginning with shallow strokes to get you used to the feeling of it before you whined at not getting enough attention to feel pleasurable anymore, starting to pick up her pace and depth.

"feel good baby?"

she questioned whilst bottoming out, pulling back a second later to push back in as forcefully as possible to earn a moan from you with your head thrown back, nails digging into her skin wherever you could find it.

"need more jess."

"what, you want more than my kids? you not grateful for how i'm about to fuck them into you?"

a pornographic moan left your lips whilst jessie grabbed your chin with one of her hands, tilting your head to look into her eyes so you had no option but to fully take in what she was saying. her hips picked up their pace as she began fucking you roughly, deciding that making love was not how she was going to go about this newly found kink.

"you gonna answer me or just sit there and look pretty whilst i get you pregnant?"

"no! i want your kids jess!"

your legs tightened around her waist to pull her hips in deeper, jessie pushing one leg further away to get a new angle as she began grunting with the sheer force she was exerting onto your core.

"can tell by how tight you're squeezin' me- fuck baby. gonna fuckin' take all my cum aren't you?"

"want you to cum inside me jess."

you begged, biting your lip at the growl jessie let out as you moaned uncontrollably. your girlfriend wasn't the worst at dirty talk, she just was always opting to praise you instead of saying what she wanted to do to you- but this was a whole new territory and it was working way faster to get you off.

"yeah? you want my kids inside you that bad? you feel me here, hm?"

jessie took your hand and placed it on your stomach with her hips pistoning into you, pressing down so you could feel the bulge of her strap as she grinned when you let out a moan at the feeling of her pushing into it.

"feel how deep i am baby?"

"yea- so deep-"

"that's how deep imma cum inside you, yea? make sure you get all my cum- gonna make you a mommy. how's that sound?"

you nodded your head continuously as jessie moved her hand from resting on yours, kissing your collarbone when you kept pushing down on the bulge since you knew she'd want you to, her digits rubbing over your clit to drive you towards your high.

"gonna make you my wife first, gonna look so pretty when i fuck your brains out every night on our honeymoon- then i'm gonna keep fuckin' you every day when we get back so you can't walk. gonna be full of my kids babygirl, wanna get you pregnant so bad."

"fuck jess! i'm cumming baby- please cum inside me!"

"such a pretty mommy."

jessie mumbled thoughtlessly into your neck as you came around her, hips working overtime as she moaned occasionally at the feeling of you coming undone so hard your legs were shaking around her waist. (judging by the way she was grinding into you when your orgasm subsided, she had formed a breeding kink too.) the canadian slowly pulled out of you and kissed you in apology when you whimpered at the loss of contact, tiredly watching her take off the strap and throw it onto the floor to deal with later on before rolling onto her back beside you and welcoming the cuddles you wordlessly requested.

"that was so hot."

you mumbled into her neck as you both chuckled, jessie nodding her head whilst you caught your breath together.

"i think i enjoyed that more than you."

"you better make me your wife and mother of your children by the way."

the canadian kissed your forehead sweetly as she pulled you closer, knowing what she said wasn't a lie, it had just came out in the spur of the moment.

"i wouldn't want anything else."

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magics-neptunes-things · 4 months

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I've got McCabe

Hi guys :)

So this is a request from here (never been so quick in my life) and I've never write with Katie before so I hope it would suit you all!

Enjoy :)

TW : Love fight, swearing, Nothing else I think

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Being Katie McCabe’s girlfriend is something you cherish in everyday life. Everyone knows her reputation on the football fields, and you will never deny the truth of this, but Katie obviously has good sides to tip the scales and drive you crazy about her.

Your little bickering comes mainly from her Irish origins of which she is very proud, while you are just as proud from your Scottish origins. You certainly don’t have a team as strong as England or even Ireland, but your talents have allowed you to be spotted by Arsenal for many years and this is where you still play today. Needless to say, where you met Katie.

For today, you don’t know exactly when your mutual teasing started. You have learned over time to respond to Katie when she starts teasing you, not wishing to leave her the last word every time.

The problem today is that neither of you seems to want to admit defeat. What started out as childish games is nicely being transformed into something else while a certain mutual annoyance is being felt on both sides.

Your teammates must have felt it, Leah grabbing Katie during the lunch break while you almost get kidnap by a Beth Mead apparently more than happy to show you pictures of her puppy. You can’t say that it didn’t work, you are literally a fan of this little cutie.

But after the lunch break, when the training started again, it only takes a little teasing from Katie to start again. And again, you don’t want to let it pass, there’s no reason why it’s always you who gives up, after all.

The limit is exceeded just at the end of the training, while Katie asks you to please go store her dumbbells with yours. Already having yours to carry and a ball in the other hand, you answer her that she only has to get up to do it herself. "Well, at least Ruesha would have done it for me." This one, it hurts.

You remain frozen a few seconds there before turning slowly in the direction of the Irish which seems to realize despite everything what she has just said. But Katie doesn’t add anything, just looking at you from the mattress she’s sitting on with wide eyes. "Fuck you, Katie" you mumble coldly before disappearing from the room. The idea of throwing the ball you hold in your hand on her head would have been tempting and you admit to having thought about it for a few moments. But you weren’t alone and it was out of the question for you to provoke a real scene with violence to the key. "Mate..." sighs Leah once you leave the room. "Wha' " grunts Katie without looking at the blonde. "That was a terrible comment" "Shut up" In truth, Katie knows very well that she has crossed the line and she is very uncomfortable. Hurting you is never her intention, she has always been very careful with her behavior with you, treating you like a princess on a daily basis. Except when she decides to test your limits like today. It never went that far though. Leah answers nothing, content to follow the brunette to the changing rooms to go shower and change. Katie frowns when she sees that you’re not there anymore and your stuff either. "She left. Alessia brings her home. And you’re definitely going to sleep on the couch tonight" Kyra informs her before going to take a shower. The information squeezes Katie’s heart, you live together, so it makes sense to travel together. But she particularly likes to see you in the role of HER passenger princess.

It’s with her mind elsewhere that Irish showers and changes, taking her time in seeking the best solution to fix things. However, it’s difficult for her to know what to do since she doesn’t know what treatment she will be entitled to once she arrives home.

Are you gonna yell at her? Ignore her? Are you even going to be there or will she be allowed a simple post-it on your fridge informing her that she just has to go to hell?

It’s not in a safe state that Katie gently open the door to your house. The living room is empty, but your sneakers are carefully placed on the shoe cabinet of the entrance, informing her of your presence at home. But you’re not in the part of the living room that she can see from where she is.

"Babe?"

Only silence answers her, which doesn’t particularly surprise her. You’re stubborn too and usually Katie liked that about you. But not today.

Sighing, Katie drops her bag at the entrance and walks a little further into the house. She finally finds yourself sitting at the kitchen table, apparently completely absorbed in your readings. Yes, because in addition to your training and games, you’ve been doing correspondence marketing studies. Just in case.

"Are you still angry?" Katie tries to get closer to you.

But you just answer her that a breath of the nose, without looking up from your book. If only she knew you couldn’t concentrate for more than ten seconds. You were really hurt by her remark, even if you think (hope) that she doesn’t think about it for a single second. What could be worse than being compared to her girlfriend’s ex by the principal concerned?

"Babe please, can we just…"

"Don’t fucking touch me McCabe!"

You jumped on your legs as she approached you, ready to put her hand on your arm. In your heart you obviously appreciated that she tries a reconciliation and that she tries to catch up, but it’s still too early for the moment. Your hands tremble with anger when you go to lock yourself in your room, slamming violently the door behind you.

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"I don’t know mate, she seems really upset. She surname me!"

Katie walks around your backyard, whispering softly on the phone so you don’t hear her. She tried several times to knock on the door of your room but you never answered her, worse you even blocked the handle of the door so that she could not join you.

Leah, on the other end of the phone, has to admit that she is impressed by the strength of character with which you stand up to Katie. But Katie is still her friend and she obviously wants you to make up.

"At the same time, you compared her to your ex. Anyone would have taken it badly. I would have probably killed you."

"I know, Lee. But I can’t go back to the past, what do you want me to do?"

"Apologize?"

"She won’t listen to me, she won’t even let me in the same room as her."

"The good news is she didn’t strangle you" Leah comments with amusement.

"Not yet" answers Katie with a gloomy air.

"Let her calm down a little and in the meantime prepare an apology in good form"

"What do you mean?" asks Katie, mechanically looking up at your bedroom.

"Go get her some flowers, make her a candlelight dinner… what you know will please her."

"I have another idea" ended up answering Katie after a few seconds of reflection.

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The night has fallen for a little while when almost timid blows are again thrown against the door of your bedroom. You sigh as you hear Katie’s voice rise from behind the door.

"I know you’re still very angry with me, but can you meet me at the livingroom please?"

You roll your eyes without answering, sitting on your side, back to the door. Now that the anger has dissipated, you realize that you were also hurt by the Irish comment. So you decide not to go. At least that was before you got a message on your phone.

Katie 🍀❤️ Baby please?

You let out a big sigh before you get out of bed. With your hands in yours (Katie’s) training pockets and your face frown, you finally leave your room. After moving the chair you had placed under the handle so that she could not enter.

When she hears your bedroom door open, Katie almost teleports to you.

"Can you close your eyes?"

"I’m not in the mood, Katie" you grumble in a low voice.

"Please" she whines.

You stare at her for a few seconds before sighing again and obeying. You let her take both hands to train you to the living room, stopping in the free passage left by the two sofas installed in the living room. Without letting go of your hands, Katie whispers

"You can open them"

You blink twice to regain clear vision and remain speechless in front of what was previously your living room. Katie installed cozy plaids and cushions on the sofa, she lit your fireplace and decorated the room with many Harry Potter goodies. You’re a fan of it, defending your house, Ravenclaw. Needless to say, the one you share your life with is from another house, which you confirmed when you forced her to take the test. Needless to say which one. (Slytherin)

On the coffee table Katie prepared bowls with several snacks and cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. Everything looks like one of those photos that are on Instagram. Well, almost. Because in these photos, there’s not Katie McCabe looking at you with as much apprehension as if you were a bomb ready to explode.

"I’m sorry I was stupid like that and I hurt you. I didn’t think about it and you have no idea how much I blame myself. I should never have said that when I haven’t thought about my ex in forever and even less since we’ve been together. I mean, of course we see each other when we’re training on the national team, but that’s it. She has nothing to do with you. I’m so sorry, Baby, I swear."

Katie rambles a little bit and you get to see the nervousness behind her clumsy speech. And it makes you feel terribly tender. Realizing that she still has your hands in hers, Katie gently pulls on it to draw you a little closer to her.

"I’m not just angry. What you said is hurtful, too, Kat."

"I know" she whispers, dropping one of your hands and putting hers gently under your chin. "But I don’t mean a word of it. No one can match you."

Your gaze in her blue eyes is enough to convince you of her sincerity and despair at the idea that you may not forgive her. It’s that side of Katie that you fell in love with as well, that part that she shows almost nobody. Katie is a loyal and attentive friend, which people know as well. But she is also a tender woman who enjoys cuddling with her girlfriend. You.

"I love you so much" she adds after a few seconds, pressing her forehead against yours. "Please, forgive me."

"Okay" you end up answering softly.

Her smile is so great of joy and relief that you can’t help but smile back.

"But on condition that we watch the first film" you add, pointing to the television with a nod.

"Anything you want."

Katie hurries to make you settle into the couch, perhaps doing a little too much by hurrying to bring a stool so that you can put your feet on it. But you let her, amused by her behavior. She then runs to dim the light in the living room, hands you a cup of hot chocolate and a glass of water if « the chocolate is too chocolate ». She tenderly wraps you in a plaid, asking if you want a cushion and arranges the food bowls so that you have everything near you.

"Are you missing something?" Katie asks, looking closely around her.

"Yes" you answer with a smile.

"What?"

"You."

Bowing an eyebrow, you lift a corner of the blanket in which you are wrapped so that she comes to settle next to you. What she does smiling, even accepting that you shift to allow her too to put her feet on the stool with you. After making sure again that you didn’t miss anything, Katie launches the film and you gently lean your head on her shoulder when she puts her arm around yours.

Ten good minutes passed when you look up at Katie’s face, lit by the lights of the television.

"Babe?" you call her gently, making her look off the screen.

"Yes?"

"I love you too."

A soft smile is born on her face and you would swear that it will remain there until the end of the evening. Including when she leans over you to kiss you right now, then every other time during the movie.

Katie McCabe may be a fool, but she’s your fool.

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So… Katie McCabe is a Slytherin, what do you think? 😂

#woso x reader #woso imagine #katie mccabe #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe imagine

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eraenaa · 6 days

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Desperate Requirement

Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Hogwarts AU)

Synopsis: It’s hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.

Warnings: Barely any plot; just smut, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, Handjob, P in V sex, Semi-Public Relations, Shower Sex, Very Horny Aemond, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2,660

A/N: I really wanted to do Aemond in Hogwarts because when I first watched HOTD, I was just recovering from my Draco Malfoy phase.

“Aemond,” You called, voice distracted and heavily laced with pleasure as his lips were on your neck and his cold hands were hiking up the hem of your skirt higher and higher. “We… we can’t do this here,” You called, your hands tangling in his hair, not at all making any move to push him away and hinder where your actions were leading. You were pushed up against the door of one of the many broom closets in the castle. Aemond pulled you in there as you were on your way to your next class. His actions made you completely forget about the spell in charms you stayed up to study the night before. “The professor is still in a meeting… they’ll be late. Why not capitalize on the opportunity?” He said against your skin, his hand going to your waist to pull you closer to him.

Your eyes fluttered to a close as lips returned to suck on your sensitive skin, making certain to leave a mark. Already amused, he thought about which way you would once again hide them. Will you cover them with those pastes you smuggled from the muggle world? Or perhaps will you, once again, constantly wear your house scarf even though the weather or setting did not reacquire it. Maybe you’ll surprise him and be bold enough to show all the marks Aemond intended to give you to mark his territory.

You sighed as his hands tried to unbutton your shirt; when his cold touch grazed the warm skin of your chest, your sensibilities returned. “I—I can’t be intimate with you here,” You whispered and pushed Aemond away. “Why not? Just earlier today, you were straddling me in my bed so I would not leave,” Aemond mused, recalling the scene that initially made him yearn for you so harshly at this hour of the day. “Well, that was in the privacy of your room! Anyone can walk in here and catch us! A student, a house elf— Merlin forbid, a professor!” You said and tried to push Aemond away but he would not have it. “Please, darling, just…” Aemond whispered, and you tried not to grow soft at the slight tone of begging in his voice. “Aemond,” you sighed as he took hold of your wrist and guided it downwards, making you feel the need in him.

You moaned quietly as you felt his hard length, proving that he needed you so greatly. You could no longer restrain yourself as you palmed his length through his trousers, hisses coming from his lips as you pleasured him through the fabric of his uniform. Cold hands found their way to your breasts, kneading the mounds and making you bite your lip as wetness gathered at your cunt. “Aemond… oh, Aemond,” You sighed, tilting your head back as one of his cold hands trailed downward and cupped your heat. His fingers rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves as you continued to palm his throbbing length. Your breathing mixed as your stifled moans and sighs echoed through the broom closet, the both of you reaching your peaks even though your skin had not actually touched. Aemond panted harshly as he spilled himself in his uniform, the spot where his seed gathered turning a darker shade.

“Scourgify,” you took your wand from your robe and uttered the enchantment. Aemond gave you a lazy smile as his sapphire-colored eye was still hazy from his release. You breathed out a sigh as his lips found yours once more, his tongue teasing your bottom lip and seeking entrance, but you could not be distracted anymore. “We have to go,” You pushed him away and turned to open the door, peeking out your head to make certain that no passerby would see the both of you emerging from the utility room. The both of you reached charms class at the nick of time. Your cheeks flushed, and your neck was covered by your wool scarf even though it was unseasonably warm. Aemond sat beside you, demeanor more lax and a satisfied smirk on his thin lips, and his hand resting on your upper thigh throughout the whole of the lesson. Effectively distracting you from the professor’s lecture.

You watched Aemond through the whole of his quidditch practice. You savored the way how focused he was trying to catch the snitch. Not missing the stunts he did to impress you nor the suggestive looks he’ll give when he passes you. By the end of their practice, your lip was between your teeth, and your legs were tightly crossed to relieve the need that had gathered in the past two hours of watching him fly around the quidditch pitch.

You quickly made your way down from the pitch minutes before they dismounted their brooms. You sneaked your way into the locker rooms to wait for Aemond. He was the captain of the Slytherin team, and one of the benefits of that was he had his own private shower stall and dressing room to change in. You bit your lip as you stood in the shower stall, hearing the distant sound of footsteps and chatter from the team. Your breathing hitched as Aemond’s voice was drawing closer, him lecturing one of his teammates about the game, clearly aggravated and frustrated. It would seem this endeavor would serve him beneficially. You bit your cheeks as Aemond’s words died on his tongue as he saw you standing stark naked in his shower stall, waiting for him.

He waved off his teammate and did not waste a second before wrapping his arms around you and placing his lips against yours. Your heart stuttered as you realized his tense and rugged figure turned putty in your arms, the frustrations you felt oozing from him miraculously disappearing. You sighed as you two were enveloped in the hot water, your lips never parting even though it was a bit of a struggle to breathe. You gasped in shock as Aemond hoisted you on his waist, pushing you against the tiled wall and aligning his length in your entrance. “You wouldn’t let me fuck you in the privacy of the closet, but you would happily let me have my way with you here? In the men’s bathroom, with my teammates just in the distance? How lewd had you become?” Aemond mused as you very slowly sank down on his cock, him making sure to catch every little reaction you would make as your cunt was once again filled by him.

You whimpered and moaned as you were fully filled by him, Aemond hissing as the tip of his cock rested perfectly in the spongey spot of your cunt. The spot that made your eyes roll back in your head and your back arch. “You have to be quiet, my darling… wouldn’t want to be caught now, would you?” Aemond hummed, his hands gripping your bottom, and his hips thrust to meet yours, your moans spewing quietly into the side of his neck as you buried your face there. “Aemond, what’s taking you so long?” His brother Aegon screamed from the locker room. “Give me a minute!” Aemond yelled but his tone was laced with concentration that made his other teammates suspicious. “Is he having a fucking wank?” You heard one of his teammates ask, and Aemond buried his cock deep inside, his lips continuing his torment on the side of your neck.

“Aemond… oh, I’m… fuck, I’m coming,” You moaned, dazed by the pleasure he gave. Aemond bit his lip as he moved one of his hands to cover your mouth, already knowing that you were ready to scream when you reached your peak. It truly was flattering for him to hear you scream out in pleasure; his name would always be uttered as you came, but he could not let the two of you be found in such a state. You panted against his hand, dazed eyes watching him tilt his head back as he came deep inside you, quiet groans leaving his lips. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Aemond sighed and kissed your lips, then your cheeks, as you slowly unwrapped your legs around his waist. The two of you were sweaty from the endeavor, but luckily, the shower was just there.

“Stop it.” You gritted lowly as Aemond’s hand trailed upward your skirt. You were attending your Defense against the Dark Arts class, but Aemond was determined to distract you from the important lesson. “I need you,” he whispered in your ear as the professor was turned away from the class; you quietly whimpered as he nipped your ear after he whispered the words. “Pay attention; the O.W.Ls are near.” You whispered even though his small action caused you to need as well. Aemond grunted and returned his attention to the lecture, but now you, too, were distracted as well, need pooling between your legs as his hand never left your thigh, only inching higher and higher.

You bit your lip and raised your hand, excusing yourself to go to the lavatory. “Meet me in the second-floor prefect’s washroom,” You whispered to Aemond after, a sly smirk adorning his lips as you left. You waited impatiently for Aemond to appear, and when he did, you grabbed him by the necktie to smash your lips together. “Hurry, they’ll get suspicious,” You muttered as you two were squished together in a stall. Your fingers tried to undo his trousers, but you frowned as he nudged your hands away, and he instead sank to his knees. “Aemond, what ar—“ You could not finish your thought as he hiked up your skirt and pushed your undergarments to the side so his lips could meet your cunt.

Moans quickly spewed from your lips, no matter how hard you tried to stifle them. You looked down to see Aemond grinning up at you, his fingers pushing themselves into you. “So fucking wet… you could never resist me, now can you, my darling?” He hummed, then sucked on your bundle of nerves, making you moan louder. “Aemond!” You cried as he curled his fingers, the sound of your wetness and moans echoing through the empty lavatory. “Fuck, you’re so good…” You uttered as you felt your core tighten with the same need for release. His name once again spewed from your lips as you came on lips. You hummed in satisfaction as his lips met yours, tasting your essence on his tongue.

“You look gorgeous, my darling,” Aemond smiled as he spun you around. The great hall was decorated for the occasion. The Yule Ball was probably your favorite event at Hogwarts. “You look quite handsome yourself,” You smiled as you gazed up at him. You rested your head on his shoulder as you two swayed to the slow tune of the dance, his hand firmly on your waist. You sighed in contentment as you were in the arms of the boy you had loved since your first day in Hogwarts. “Do you want to get out of here?” You asked quietly as the dance floor became more crowded. Aemond was quick to agree and took hold of your hand to escort you out of the great hall, finding an empty carriage so the two of you could enjoy each other’s company in privacy.

Your lips danced their familiar dance as Aemond’s hold on your waist was threading upwards and nearing the valley of your breast. Your hands moved to rest upon his thigh, but you gasped in shock and embarrassment as the carriage door flew open, a professor catching the both of you. “Ten points each will be deducted from your house. Now go back to the hall,” they sternly said, and you and Aemond hurriedly disembarked the carriage, your cheeks flaming red in embarrassment.

You returned to the castle, turning to Aemond wide-eyed as he tried his hardest to stifle his laughs. “Don’t laugh! That was mortifying!” You said, but Aemond shook his head and cupped your heated cheeks. “You looked so adorable,” He laughed and gave your lips a kiss. You breathed in deeply as your heart stuttered at the way he looked at you with adoration. “Where do we go now? The rooms are locked, even our dorms,” You sighed as you two stood in an empty hallway. “Here?” Aemond suggested, but you scrunched up your brows at his ludicrous suggestion. You chewed on your cheeks as the need for Aemond was evermore present. “The astronomy tower?” He asked as you rested your head on his chest, your gaze downward, seeing that he, too, needed you badly. “No, it’s too cold,” You sighed and his arms wrapped around your frame.

All of a sudden, you hear the sound of light debris falling to the ground. Aemond frowned and took out his wand, preparing for an attack. Your brows furrowed as the empty wall in the hallway started to transform. The blank bricks reveal chiseled carvings and, ultimately, a door opened for the both of you. Your lips gaped, and you turned to Aemond, “Did… did we just summon the room of requirement?” You asked in disbelief. Aemond pulled you into the summoned room that housed a bed and fireplace. You were still in shock that you two had found the room that you thought was a hoax, but shock could not be properly comprehended as his lips were on yours again. Your bodies trailed over to the bed as your articles of clothing were tossed to the floor. You sat by the edge of the bed, gazing up at Aemond whose lips were parted as your hand was wrapped around his length.

You hear him his as your lips wrap around the tip of his length, your eyes still locked on his as you take in his length deeper into your mouth. “Fuck, darling, you look so pretty with your lips around my cock,” Aemond hummed and cupped your cheek, which was hollowed as you sucked his length. You gagged as the tip of him hit the back of your throat, his loudly groaning at the sensation. You continued on, tears spilling at the side of your eyes, “Such a good girl taking my cock,” Aemond praised as he abruptly pulled out of your cock. He, without warning, turned you around and let your stomach hit the soft mattress, your bum in the air as he squeezed them harshly.

You let out a loud moan as he plunged his length deep inside you, the wetness you had gathered making lewd noises that accompanied your moans and the crackling fire. “You like that? You like it when I fuck you from behind, don’t you, my darling?” Aemond grunted, his hands gathering your hair and lightly pulling it. The pain adds to your pleasure, and it translates to your walls clenching tightly around him. You could only moan as Aemond’s cold hand reached downwards, and his slender fingers started to draw circles upon your nubbin, your moans growing louder. Begging him for release as your knees dug into the soft, feathered bed and your hands fisted the sheets.

Aemond felt his release coming as well. He momentarily stopped his thrust to turn you around, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone and as he filled your cunt with his seed. You feel his weight atop you and his lips against yours. “Aemond… Aemond!” You cried as you came hard on his cock. Your lips moved to his shoulders, and your teeth bit down on his flesh, making him groan in pained pleasure, urging him to spill himself inside you a bit earlier than he had wished.

Aemond collapsed atop your bare body, sweaty limbs intertwined. “Aemond?” You called, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, my darling?” He asked, “I still need you,” You said and heard him chuckle, moving to kiss your lips and moved to oblige your needs once more.

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Shots, shots, shots (Part 1)

Nick Sturniolo x Masc!OC

Summary: Nick is most definitely not having fun at a frat party Madi dragged him to, but this boy who’s staring at him hungrily may help him to have a good time (or: a very cliche and very self-indulgent fic of Nick getting it on with a frat bro)

WC: 4.8k

Contains: college!AU, frat bro!oc, drinking games, making out

Disclaimer: no smut yet, smut is in the next part. not an american, idk anything ab frat culture and the american college system in general, so there’s gna be some inaccuracies. this is just based on the frat fics ive read and my own college experiences.

a/n: was supposed to be a one-shot but i suddenly wrote 10k words💀 although i know nothing ab frat culture, how my american friends describe it is basically like any faculty organization in an indonesian uni lmao so hope my knowledge of how those orgs work help this a slight bit. anyways hope you enjoyyy <333

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Nick is most definitely not having fun.

He frowns as he feels the bitter burn of his fifth (or was it sixth?) shot going down, tipping his head back to get it to go down easily, well and truly smashed at this point. Madi would be proud. Speaking of… he hasn’t seen his best friend since they arrived at the party, the girl pestering him for hours earlier in the day to come party with her. Madi is tired of listening about The Breakup, and to be honest, Nick is too, but he didn’t agree to come with Madi only to have his supposedly best friend ditch him at the door, leaving him alone at a frat party where he knows absolutely no one. Especially not just so she can run off and suck face with some junior.

Nick spies his best friend making out with a boy he doesn’t know, back to him through the haze of the crowd, barely visible in the shitty purple LED lighting, especially with everyone packed into the house like sardines, the place filled to over capacity so that no one can move without being pressed up against someone or another. Well, unless they are sticking to the wall like Nick currently is. And he’s about to go give his friend a piece of his goddamn mind when he hears the voice beside him, his irritation still visible on his face as he turns to look.

“Hey.” The boy is staring at him with an intensity that is disarming, dark eyes set in an intense unwavering gaze as he looks, just enough light to make out the half-smile on the other boy’s face, only one corner of his mouth upturned slightly. The boy’s hair is half in his face, looking damp and mussed like he’s just stepped out of the shower. And Nick trails his gaze downwards, appreciating the other boy’s outfit, a black t-shirt with some obscure band logo, sleeves cut-off hastily, clearly homemade, the edges ragged, showing off the nice curves of the boy’s shoulders, the definition of his upper arms from hitting the gym obvious. All thrown over a pair of oversized black jeans.

The other boy is looking at him like he wants him, and Nick is too far gone to stop the delicious pit of arousal churning in his stomach, the euphoria going straight to his head, making him dizzy with desire. He’s not the type Nick usually goes for, in fact, the boy is the exact opposite of his ex, but that doesn’t stop his body from screaming fuck me now. “I haven’t seen you around before. Transfer or something?”

The question makes Nick give out a little snort of laughter. “No, not at all. Just not my scene.”

“Oh?” The boy raises an eyebrow questioningly, his tone clearly teasing as he slides in closer to avoid another boy trying to make his way past the two of them squeezed into the corner. Nick inhales sharply as the boy moves in closer, trapping him, his back pressed up against the wall with no room to go back further, the other boy bringing his arms up to brace against the wall, forming a makeshift barrier around Nick, casually caging him in. As he does, the smell of beer hits his nose, a smell he normally despises, but it’s mixing with something the boy is wearing underneath, something sweet and woody, and the combination is fucking intoxicating. “And what would be your scene then?”

He ignores the question, not wanting to say that maybe his scene is in his room, pitifully stuffing himself with fast food and crying into Madi’s shoulder about his ex months after the breakup, choosing instead to shift the topic, mumbling. “You smell like shitty ass beer.”

“Shit, sorry.” The boy relaxes his arms, his face softening into a sheepish apologetic look that Nick finds almost endearing, backing up a step so that he’s not so deep into Nick’s personal space, and Nick takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heartrate. “Got doused with beer earlier when they were spraying it into the crowd.”

“Seems like a waste of alcohol if you ask me.” The unexpected response makes the other boy’s eyes go wide, a moment of silence before he bursts out into raucous laughter.

“Yeah, shit, it probably is.” Nick hates that his breath hitches automatically as the other boy runs his hand through his black hair, shaking his head in apparent exasperation, looking unfortunately all too attractive in the process. “Imagine how many people could be more drunk than they already are if they hadn’t wasted all that beer.” The boy shoots him a grin, which he finds himself returning, or at least he hopes he is.

“So how did you get here?”

“My best friend, Madi. She dragged me here.” Nick admits, a slight eye-roll accompanying the statement. “Otherwise there’s no way I would come to a party in a dump like this. Complete shithole. Floor is disgusting, and the whole place looks like it’s going to collapse in on itself if they throw another couple of parties.” He finds himself having to yell to be heard, the music playing far too loud, the bass turned up so that he can quite literally feel the floorboards vibrating underneath his feet.

To Nick’s surprise and appreciation, the other boy appears to take an interest in listening to him, craning in closer and cocking his head to the side to hear better. His ex was an asshole that wouldn’t bother to make sure he was comfortable at parties, even after knowing Nick didn’t love large crowds, preferring to hang out with small groups of people instead. Plus points. “Oh, I know Madi, met her at a general ed class last semester. She’s also friends with one of the frat bros here, I think. Nate. Anyways, enough about your friend. I haven’t even gotten your name yet.”

“It’s Nick.”

“Nick.” The other boy repeats it, long and drawn out as he rolls the sound around in his mouth, and the thought of the other boy saying his name as encouragement flashes in his head, mentally kicking himself for even thinking about blowing this complete stranger already within ten minutes of meeting. It’s the alcohol talking, definitely the alcohol. He desperately tries to repeat it to himself and believe it as he watches the other boy bite his lower lip in thought. Fuck. Yeah, so maybe it isn’t the alcohol making him want this boy. Maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t been fucked since The Breakup. Which was 3 months ago. Nick scowls. Fuck Madi for telling him he needs to get laid, and double fuck Madi for being right.

“And yours?”

“Evan. My name’s Evan.” The name sounds familiar, but Nick can’t quite place it, putting aside the feeling for now, instead choosing to concentrate on his plan of perhaps getting laid tonight. Which shouldn’t be hard considering the way Evan is looking at him right now. Like he wants to ravish Nick. With maybe a touch of possessiveness. Nick doesn’t mind the possessiveness, as long as they don’t go overboard. Possessive makes for a good fuck.

He gives in.

I’m here already, might as well have a good time.

He turns on the flirtiest smile he has, his lips curling into a natural irresistible pout as he keeps talking, his hand coming up to brush Evan’s arm, his fingertips lightly grazing the other boy’s bicep. Very obvious, very forward. No one would ever accuse Nick of being subtle, especially when it comes to getting what or who he wants. “Well, Evan, since this does seem to be your scene and not mine, what would you say to being responsible for me having a fun time tonight?” The words have the desired effect, Nick tracing the tightening of the other boy’s jaw with his eyes, pleased at the barely veiled show of restraint.

Nick feels a shiver of anticipation run up his spine as Evan leans forwards, tilting his head downwards as he speaks, the other boy’s hot breath against his earlobe, pressed in so close that Nick can feel the ghost of a touch from Evan’s lips. He isn’t able to prevent the gasp from escaping when he feels the other boy’s tongue, teeth giving him a quick nip. “Well, tonight’s your lucky night, baby. I am at your service. For anything you want.”

The words make Nick bristle, bringing both palms up to push at the other boy’s chest, startling Evan into stepping back off-balanced. “I don’t like being called baby.” He mutters. “Don’t do that.” His ex had called him baby, as an insult, somehow managing to insinuate every time that Nick was too demanding, too high maintenance, turning the word into a mocking reprimand each time. “My ex used to use that.” He pauses a beat. “Not in a good way.”

“Oh, shit.” Evan frowns, his eyebrows drawn together giving almost a menacing look, and Nick feels a sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought of Evan losing interest. Maybe I came off too strong. “Your ex sounds like an asshole.” He lets out the breath he doesn’t even realize he was holding, a ripple of relief running through him. “And all I meant…” Nick’s breath catches as the other boy slides his hand underneath his chin, tilting it upwards as he speaks. “…is that you look pretty. Delicate. Like someone who deserves to get everything they want.”

Everything they want.

The words make Nick flush, the heat crawling up the base of his neck, stinging his cheeks. I want you. And his first instinct is to throw all caution to the wind and regret his decisions tomorrow morning after the alcohol has worn off, when there isn’t a buzz in his veins making him want to throw himself at this boy. And he desperately wants it to be just a physical thing, after all, he doesn’t really know this guy. He could turn out to be some weirdo psychopath for all he knows, but damn it if it doesn’t make him feel good that this boy thinks he deserves everything. But before he can open his mouth and resign himself to his fate, a hand appears on Evan’s shoulder, accompanied by the loud voice of another boy.

“Hey, bro.” The hand on Evan’s shoulder becomes an arm pulling the taller boy into a half-headlock of sorts. “Not like you to hide away in the corner for so long. Don’t you miss being the life of our party?” The boy turns slightly, catching a glimpse of him, and Nick becomes acutely aware that he’s probably gaping. “Oh, I see now.” The boy gives him a salacious and knowing wink, casting a sidelong glance at Evan. “You must be the reason our leader here is hiding instead of greeting the guests.”

Leader?

The new boy smiles at him, bringing his free hand up in a little wave of acknowledgment. “I’m Nate, by the way.” Nate squints, giving him a careful once-over, and Nick feels like squirming, getting the distinct feeling that he is being sized up though he doesn’t know for what. “You’re Nick, aren’t you?” Nate grins excitedly at the realization. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Madi.”

Nick furrows his brows thinking how does he know Madi and why Madi’s talking about him, getting more lost within the conversation by the second. “Madi said he’d be your type, and it looks like he was right. Fuck.” Nate lets out a string of profanity, “Fuck me, Evan. That means I owe her fifty bucks. So really, fuck you.” Nate narrows his eyes at Evan, who isn’t even trying to hide his mirth, chortling at his friend’s distressed expression. “Unless, you two dickwads set me up.”

Evan shakes his head. “No, man, I didn’t even know who he was until he gave me his name.”

“Fuck.” Nate lets out one last swear in a drawn out sigh, smiling fondly at Evan. “Well, I hate to interrupt the overwhelming sexual tension between you two, but I do think our new president should give a speech at our first party of the year.”

“President?” Nick echoes the word without meaning to, the sound of loud buzzing in his ears drowning out the sound of everything else around them, noting the shit-eating grin on Evan’s face that is getting wider by the minute.

“Yeah, president of Chi Alpha Omega. You know, the ones hosting this party right now.”

Nick can feel the color draining from his face, accompanied by some wooziness in his head. Madi had told him about the president of ΧΑΩ before, about how he “got around” quite frequently, always with someone new every other weekend. And apparently in no short supply of people who want to casually hook-up with him. In short, a player through and through. And Nick can’t tell whether he’s disappointed that Evan is probably not interested in any type of relationship or just excited that the boy is likely a really good fuck. Or both.

But none of that really even matters because he had literally called Evan’s house a shithole.

Fuck.

Evan winks at him before turning to Nate. “Yeah, I can definitely say a few words. And by the way, Nick here thinks we should probably stop spraying beer into the crowd to hype up the party.” He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the overly serious and solemn expression on Evan’s face as he says that. “Apparently we’ve been wasting alcohol when we could be using it to get everyone even more drunk.” Nick wants to sink into the floor at the other boy’s next words, hoping desperately that the ground can swallow him up.

“And he’s also made me aware of the fact that apparently, we live in a shithole.”

Nate’s eyes go wide. Nick wants to kill himself.

“Well, not exactly a lie.” Nate laughs, clearly bemused by his worried expression. “We’ve been trying to get administration to move us out of this shithole for ages. They just won’t do it. So we figure if we throw a few extra ragers this year, and this dumpster fire of a house finally breaks, maybe they’ll consider letting us have a different building for the frat house.”

“Wait, so…” Nick says the words slowly, his head slow to catch up, not quite believing what he’s hearing. “…you all actually want to break this house. Like that’s your actual plan, and I’m not stuck in some weird-ass twilight zone time warp imagining this.”

“Correct.” Evan nods.

“You all are fucking crazy.”

“Correct.”

“Sooo, about that speech Evan?” Nate asks, stealing another glance at Nick. “Any time soon? Or am I assuming that you’re gonna be busy for the next hour or so?”

The implication makes him half-cringe on the inside. Is it that obvious?

“Yeah, of course, now is fine.” And then Nick feels the other boy’s hand around his, Evan’s fingers settling to interlock with his naturally as if they belong there, warm and inviting. A little overly warm, probably the alcohol. But it feels nice, gives him the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest for the first time in a long time. “You’re coming with me, baby.” Nick wants to protest the nickname, but he isn’t given the opportunity to, finding himself being dragged along by the taller boy, weaving through the crowd of people deftly, trying to keep close to the other boy’s back, his free hand reaching out to grab the untucked edge of Evan’s t-shirt. The other boy heads to the kitchen, passing by the crowd that is busy dancing, flirting, and Nick reminds himself to yell at Madi tomorrow, spotting his best friend out of the corner of his eye still attached to the face of a guy.

The kitchen is slightly less crowded, the only people slipping in and out to grab more beer or shots, the entire kitchen counter covered with half empty alcohol—rum, vodka, gin, whiskey. God, how much booze do they have? Evan doesn’t let go of his hand as he opens the fridge, rummaging around before finally coming up with another handle of vodka. The taller boy just shakes his head as Nate gives him a questioning look. And then Nick follows as he is dragged along again, making their way back to the living room, heading straight towards the epicenter of all the noise in the house. Evan finally lets go of his hand, and Nick feels a twinge of concern as he watches the other boy climb up onto the ping pong table, ignoring the cry of protests from the people playing beer pong. No way he’s sober enough for this. Somehow Evan’s voice is louder than the music, his voice floating above the noise.

“Hey, we having fun tonight?” The cheers and hoots rise up from the crowd, Evan clearly reveling in the attention, waving his arms to tell everyone to pump up the noise, and they do. After a minute or so of cheering, the other boy puts his finger to his lips in a shushing motion, quieting the crowd.

“Here’s to the first party of many this year for Chi Alpha Omega. As the president for this year, hope to see all of you underclassmen at rush in the spring.” Evan grins, and Nick hates that the other boy is so charismatic, everyone in the room turning to hang on to his every word. “And to kick off a good night, how about yours truly start off a round of body shots?” The crowd hoots and hollers. “First up, my newest friend, Nick.” He feels himself outright blushing this time, Evan looking downwards to wink at him, some of the people in the front of the crowd turning to stare.

He startles as Evan jumps down from the ping pong table, landing unevenly, grabbing on to his shoulder for balance before scooting back on to the table to take a seat, his legs hanging off the edge. “How about it, baby?”

And he’s about to object, but his mind goes completely blank as Evan crosses his arms over his chest, gripping the hem of his t-shirt in order to pull it up over his head, the other boy’s arm muscles tightening. The skin above Evan’s jeans comes into view first, the white band of the other boy’s Calvin Klein boxers just peeking out from the top, a sharp contrast from the smooth tan of Evan’s skin on top and the black of his jeans on the bottom. Nick can see a glimpse of the other boy’s hip bones, sharp and defined, and his gaze trails further upward to his belly button, abs slightly visible as Evan moves, and all the way up to the other boy’s chest.

But it’s the tattoo that makes Nick stop breathing.

It’s intricate, clearly well done and by a tattoo artist that cares about how the finished product looks, a revolver with its barrel pointing downwards, the tip disappearing under the white of the other boy’s boxers. And Nick doesn’t think he’s ever had a specific thing for guns. But fuck. Because he wants to think that he’s better than this, better than having the only thought running through his head being it’s pointing to his cock. And the overwhelming urge to find out just exactly how true it is.

“You’re up, baby.” The words make Nick snap his glance upwards, tearing his gaze away from the ink on the other boy’s skin, the embarrassment flitting through him as he realizes how long he had been staring, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by Evan, who is grinning at him, definitely amused. He’s already poured the shot, messily spilling at least two shot’s worth of vodka on the ping pong table, and Nick experiences a stroke of utter insanity, the words coming out before he can stop them.

“You should probably clean that up.”

“Hmm, maybe later.”

“It’s going to get sticky.”

“Maybe I like sticky.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that the whole scene is probably bizarre as fuck, talking about cleaning while the whole room is waiting for him to take a shot off a boy he doesn’t even know. But Nick feels as if he’s in a haze, entirely blocking out the rest of the room as Evan crooks a finger at him, motioning for him to get closer, the other boy’s legs parting on the table, stretching apart to give him room to fit in between, and Nick is uncomfortably aware of Evan’s jeans, the material stretching over the other’s boy’s thighs, even tighter now that Evan is sitting.

“Come.”

He comes.

The shiver of arousal runs through him as he gets closer, coming up to the edge of the table, Evan winking at him as he squeezes Nick’s sides slightly with his thighs, making the feeling curl deliciously in his groin. And the other boy lies down slowly, not breaking eye contact with Nick as he does, and god help him, because it only makes the outline of the other boy’s abs deepen. Fuck. The shot glass is placed right over Evan’s belly button, wobbling as the other boy breathes in and out, and Nick winces as Evan starts off a chant of encouragement.

“Drink, drink, drink.”

Fuck it, it’s just one shot.

He doesn’t try to overthink it, leaning down with his head to clumsily grasp the shot glass with his mouth, intending on throwing his head back and downing the vodka all at once. He tells himself it doesn’t mean anything as he braces his palms against the other boy’s thighs, enjoying the feeling of muscle underneath his hands. But he’s not used to the motion, not able to use his hands, and he ends up spilling half of it, feeling Evan’s thighs tense around his waist as the cold liquid hits the other boy’s bare skin, some of the vodka settling into the crevices of Evan’s abs, already starting to slide off his body.

Nick doesn’t know why he does it.

But the next instant, his tongue is on Evan’s skin, feeling the other boy tense as he does it, licking the rest of the vodka off of the other boy, the feeling of burning still in the back of his throat from the half he does drink, dipping his tongue in to run along the grooves of Evan’s abs, the slight saltiness of the other boy’s sweat mixing with the taste of alcohol. And he’s pressing half-kisses, half sloppy licks against the other boy’s skin, the tips of his fingers reaching upwards from where they’re resting against Evan’s thighs to brush against the boy’s sharp hipbones, an inch or so above his jeans.

As he dips his tongue into his belly button, Evan bucks his hips upwards, the wanting movement making the arousal go straight to his cock. And he tells himself it’s because he’s trying to clean every last bit of vodka off of Evan’s body, but it isn’t the alcohol giving him a high as he runs the tip of his tongue slowly down the barrel of the gun tattoo that Evan has, the thought of going further and further down until he reaches the other boy’s cock making him hot and dizzy. The thought of Evan holding his head down and tugging on his hair as he gives the other boy a blowjob. Further, further. Evan squirms as he licks his way downwards over the exposed skin, and Nick wonders if it tickles, his nose already nudging the edge of the other boy’s boxers.

A bad fucking idea.

And he’s just about to pull away, the feeling of regret mixed with horror hitting him as he surfaces from his reckless decision, half-aware that they’re still in a very public room for the first time since Evan had told him Come, when he feels it. Evan half-hard against his palm, his hand accidentally brushing too close to the other boy’s inner thighs as he tries to move back, and before he can process that fact, everything around him moves.

Nick yelps as he feels Evan’s hands on the back of his thighs, dangerously close to his ass, and he’s suddenly being lifted up into the air, his legs coming up to wrap themselves around the other boy’s waist, his hands grabbing at Evan’s shoulders to balance himself. He vaguely hears the sound of catcalls coming from the crowd, his head falling forward, his face buried into the crook of the other boy’s neck, the smell of beer in Evan’s hair and that smell of wood and vanilla. A few quick strides, and Nick finds his back up against the wall for the second time tonight, Evan’s hips pressed into him, grinding him up against the wall as he plants kisses against Nick’s neck.

The other boy is definitely completely hard now, the feeling against his thigh each time Evan moves his hips making the arousal tighten in Nick’s groin. And it’s a fleeting thought, that he is grateful for wearing a white tank top, giving Evan free access, the other boy’s tongue darting out to run itself along the top of Nick’s collarbones, sucking likely-to-be-hickeys into his skin hungrily.

His fingers curl themselves into the other boy’s hair for purchase, needing something to grab onto as he writhes in Evan’s embrace, his eyes closed, his breath coming out ragged. An unbidden moan comes forth as he feels Evan sneak his hands underneath his tank top, the other boy’s fingers splayed against the skin at his waist, his thumbs digging into the spot just above his hipbones. Evan’s hands feel hot against his skin, burning into him more than he thought possible, and Nick’s eyes flutter open only to remember that everyone is still there, that they’re not alone.

“W-wait,” The words come out weakly in between little pants and far too soft for Evan to hear anyway, and Nick wonders if the idea of the other boy fucking him against the wall in front of a crowd of people should turn him on as much as it does. Fuck.

“Get a fucking room!”

The loud jeer seems to snap Evan out of it, the other boy stopping his attack against Nick’s neck long enough for him to catch his breath. Most of the room has gone back to whatever they were doing before, and it’s nearly impossible to pick out whoever had yelled it. “Don’t mind if I do.” Evan grins at him, not waiting for a proper response. “Hold on.” Nick just manages to get his arms around Evan’s shoulders before the other boy starts moving, hoisting him up slightly to get a better grip on the underside of his thighs, Evan’s chin nestled into his shoulder, the other boy’s breathing hot on his neck.

The sounds of the party slowly start to fade away as they ascend the stairs to the second floor, the stairway narrow and not lit, and Nick winces as he is jostled against the wall a few times on their way up, Evan’s steps not as steady he would have hoped. All he can hear now is the other boy’s breathing, slow and deep, the sound comforting, and Nick breathes in and out to match the other boy’s. I wonder if Madi was right, and I’m his type. And he’s sure that he’s Evan’s type physically, the whole display downstairs has convinced him of that, but for the first (okay, maybe second or third) time tonight, he has the niggling suspicion that he might like it if he is Evan’s type for more, the way the other boy puts him at ease so naturally and effortlessly perhaps giving him more butterflies than he’d care to admit.

His mind unwillingly flashes him scenes on what it would be like dating Evan. Would he like his eggs scrambled or poached? What shows would they binge together? Would Evan show him off to his frat brothers?

Evan licks a stripe behind his ear where he’s most sensitive. Ah, fuck it. Who cares about dating? Nick knows he’s going to get fucked till he forgets his own name tonight.

tags: @thenickgirl @mybelovednick @sukiipjs

#nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo x oc #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x male reader #nick sturniolo fanfiction

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justasimpleton-26 · 3 days

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A simple date

(Jason Todd x Reader: MDNI, slightly OOC)

It’d been your sixth date with Jason, and he decided to take you out to the town fair. Smiling and laughing, Jason thought that as the last ride, you should both go on the Ferris wheel. You were a little nervous, as you had a slight fear of heights, but didn’t want to put a damper on the good time you were both having, so you agreed. Once on the ride, you clung on to Jason mostly out of fear, but also because it always amazed you how strong and muscled Jason was. And hot. God, he was hot. The moment the ride let you both off, you dragged Jason away, his playful teasing making you blush. “I wasn’t that scared.” You argued, and Jason relented, pulling you closer to him as he leaned down to kiss you. There was some heckling and some laughter, and for some reason, it caught Jason’s attention. You both looked up to see a guy dressed in t-shirt and jeans and a baseball cap, laughing with his buddies as he took on more picture of the both of you. You blush, feeling embarrassed, but Jason is already pushing you behind him, trying to shield you from their line of sight. “Hey man, that was a private moment you took a picture of. Can you delete that?” Jason asked, and you breathed in relief as Jason was using his words instead of his fists. That relief was short lived, as you heard the guy and his friends laugh, and he showed the screen of the photo he snapped; you and Jason kissing, and then it was the guy’s face in the corner of the picture making a suggestive face. “Yeah, I’m not going to do that. In fact,” he pressed the post button, and the picture posted on one of his social media accounts. Okay, at this point, you were scared for the guy. Jason took a step closer, straightening up his tall six-foot-three frame. Jason had a good three or four inches on the guy, but of course, the guy was with a group of friends, so he was feeling cocky. “I’ll ask you again; take down that photo.” Jason warned, and the guy laughed, slapping his knee as if Jason said the funniest joke he had ever heard. “Make me.” The guy said, as if daring Jason to punch him. And Jason did hear the dare, was ready to cash in on the guy’s words when- “Jason, I want to go home now!” you called out, trying not to make the scene even worse. “You heard that, Jason? You lady wants you to take her home. Put on your big boy pants, and get out of here.” The guy replied mockingly. Jason glared into his soul, and before he could go back to you, the guy dumped his blue slushy all over Jason’s head. At this point, you walked up and grabbed Jason by the arm, pulling him away, and Jason let you, because he knew you were right. He knew it was wrong to beat the life out of this man, but Jason was also very anxious to get home, opening the door for you to get in his truck, and sliding the key to his ignition, the truck rumbling to life. The drive back was met in silence, and you looked over, trying to read Jason’s face. Blue liquid clung to his forehead and face, and you reached the glove compartment and grabbed some napkins, careful to wipe his face off. “I didn’t want you fighting anyone. I know you’re capable of holding your own, but I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” You told him, and he looked at you, his features softening as he gazed upon you. “I’m not mad at you. It’s just…I struggle with my temper. Especially when that guy…but yeah. I didn’t want to ruin the night, and the night got ruined anyway.” He chuckled, awkwardly. “Not true. I had a great time with you.” You replied, and he leaned over to give you a quick kiss as he pulled to a stop at the red light. “Mm, plus you taste like blue raspberries.”

When you both get home, you head over to the bedroom while Jason wanders off to shower, and you fall back on the bed, flicking on the lamp. You almost have a heart attack as you see a guy standing in the corner wearing a blue and black suit, a mask on his face.

Jason had already taken the post down on his phone before he even got in his truck to drive Y/N back to their house. He could feel anxiety churning at his stomach though; if Tim was scouring through the web like he usually did, it wouldn’t take long to find that fucking picture. Or the location. Jason had gone into hiding two years back, and hadn’t reached out to any members of the BatFamily. He’d done it for some distance, but mostly for himself. It was time that Jason’s main focus was on himself rather than the never ending dramas that were held in the Manor, in the Batcave, in Gotham. Taking a step out of the shower, Jason decides to let off some steam and going out to hunt the guy that took that picture. As he wiped the water off himself, and wrapped a towel around his hips, he turned and froze, seeing someone lean against the door frame of the bathroom door. “Showering with the door open? You’ve gotten real comfortable with this girl.” Timothy Drake says, geared in his Red Robin suit. “What the hell are you doing here?” Jason asks instead, and Tim falters for a bit, before perking right up. “I finally found you! You were off grid pretty well for the last two years, but I never stopped scouring the internet for any tryp of whereabouts for you. Come to find out that you’re here in Noweheresvill, USA with a really cute girl.” Tim replied, smiling at Jason. Jason ran a hand though his damp hair, glaring at the ground. “So what’s the cute girl’s name? How did she react when you told her you’re Red Hood-“ “Tim, can you not? I haven’t told her that I’m Red Hood because I haven’t found a need to.” Jason interrupted, causing Tim to frown. “But you did tell her what you use to do right? You did talk to her about your family, right?” Tim asked, and Jason shook his head, causing Tim to go pale. “Oh…then she’s probably not going to take it well.” “What do you mean by that? You came alone, right-hey! Where are you running off to?” Jason cried out, chasing after him. They headed to the room where you and Jason slept together, the door slamming open, and Jason swears as he sees his older brother Dick Grayson in his Nightwing suit sitting on a chair across the bed where a very much freaked out Y/N sat, clutching a pillow to her chest. “Jay, these people,” your eyes flicked to the other brightly suited up person, “they say that they know you, is that true?” Jason sighed, as he glared at Dick and Tim. “It��s kind of a long story but firstly,” To Dick and Tim, “can you both get the fuck out so I can at least get dressed?” And like nothing, they dip out of the room, heading to wait for Jason and Y/N in the living room. Jason looks at you for a long time, wondering how the hell he was going to explain all of this to you.

#my writing #simple thoughts #fanfic #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake

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heartsoji · 1 year

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omg hello! since requests are open and all, I want to request kenma, Suna and atsumu and Oikawa with a reader who gets happy over the most childish thinsg

I got a shadow the hedgehog plush backpack from one of my brothers and I was so happy for like a week straight

HQ BOYS WITH AN S/O WHOS LOVES CHILDISH THINGS

a/n: THIS IS LITERALLY ME. i still watch disney movies and kids shows bcs they're just so nostalgic and wonderlicious

warnings: suna's is a little ooc but wtv im in a fluffy duffy mood

suna, atsumu, and oikawa x reader (separate)

S. RINTARO

he finds it so cute

he loves how he can give you something like a plushie or a lollipop and you get all happy and smiley

he just loves it. he loves you!

he's addicted to the way your eyes light up and brighten the room when a funny scene comes on in the kids show you're watching

literally anyone could see the way his eyes soften whenever you get all happy over something childish

he just finds it so stinking adorable

but ofc, he also has to tease you about it

its all in good fun, he loves it so much

you giggled happily and twirled around with the cute little plushie that rin had just given you. it was soft and fluffy and warm and had the cutest ears and just made you so happy.

unbeknownst to you, rin was staring at you lovingly with a tender gaze, wondering to himself how he got someone so cute.

you were the light rin needed. when he got down and dark, you were the light that pulled him back up. and he found the fact that you loved stuff like this SO CUTE

contrary to what he was thinking, he smirked and began to tease you about it. "it makes you that happy? what are you, a baby?"

you beamed. "your baby!"

he cringed slightly, but then let out a loving sigh as he curled an arm around you.

"i guess so."

M. ATSUMU

he loves everything about you, and that includes your love for childish things

whenever you have a cute reaction to something childish, he has to fight the urge to spin you around in a tight hug and pepper your face with kisses and tell you how cute that was

he fails most of the time

he doesn't really think its weird or tease you about it or anything

i firmly believe that atsumu still sleeps with his childhood stuffie, so he thinks its cute that you guys are kinda similar in that aspect

also, hes just a ginormous child, so uh

it was a peaceful sunday afternoon, and you guys were watching bluey together. then, during the magic xylophone episode in the scene where bluey's dad played bluey like a piano and tickled her silly, he paused the show and quickly pounced on you and dug his fingers into your ribs.

"you're MY magic xylophone! ping ping ping! ping ping! pururururuing!" he shouted, kneading and knocking at your ribs

"tsuhuhumu, stahahap!" you giggled trying weakly to fight his hands off

"hmm.. i think that i should get some more practice in, don'tcha think?" he teased, continually prodding at the sensitive area.

"NAHAHA TSUHU- *HIC!*"

you both paused at the little hiccup you gave. it was silent for a moment before atsumu grabbed you and spun you around, laughing as you giggled and "wheee!"'d.

"yer so freakin' cute im gonna die!" he laughed as he peppered your face with kisses.

you giggled as you two settled back down on the couch together, cuddling up with each other and your favorite stuffies.

he sighed contentedly as he leaned his head on you, melting into your warmth as you did the same.

he honestly loved moments where he could be childish without being judged like this with the person he loved most in the world. (he internally apologized to his ma)

O. TOORU

little brat but its ok

he really likes bubbles, as do you

sometimes when its nice out, the two of you will just blow bubbles and just watch in mesmerization

(sometimes in the shower too!)

hes also really into disney

he hid it before, but once he started dating you, one of his favorite at-home date activities is watching disney movies together!

frozen is his fav

he knows all the lyrics to all the frozen songs and sings along everytime

hes your little princess

"LET IT GOOOO" tooru screeched in your ear. "LET IT GOOOOOOO! CAN'T HOLD IT BACK AAAANYMO-O-ORE"

"LET IT GOOOO" you screeched in his ear. "LET IT GO-O-O, TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOOOR"

"I DON'T CARE"

"WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO SAY"

"LET THE STORM RAGE OOOOOOOOON" tooru held the high note, his voice cracking a couple times.

"the cold never bothered me anyway" *hairflip*

you two plopped your butts back down on the couch heavily, tired and out of breath from the karaoke session.

"you did really well, princess" he complimented, voice breathy.

"you... you, too." you replied, "princess."

"HEY" he cried, clinging onto you. "i'm your PRINCE, remember?"

you grinned. "i think princess suits you better."

"y/n-chaaaaaaan!" he whined, shaking you, "you're so mean!"

you couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics, hiding your face slightly with your olaf plushie

"i love you."

you stopped short, giving him a curious look.

"you're the one for me."

you simply smiled in return. "as are you for me."

"Y/N-CHAN LOOK! ITS THE PART WHERE THEY MEET OLAF!!"

"OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT PART"

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

#see you suun ⭐︎#suna x reader #suna fluff #suna hcs #suna drabble #suna imagines #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu hcs #atsumu drabble #atsumu imagines #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa hcs #oikawa drabble #oikawa imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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Hii! Hand her over anon here~

I'd like the same characters, skip the sex scenes (or not as you like), boys reaction after it happend with Mikey (worried husbands agenda)

ORDER UP SQUIDWAAAAAAAAAAARRRDDDDDDD

Hand Her Over (Part 2): Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani/ Kakucho Hitto/ Sanzu Haruchiyo x Fem!Reader

tw: nsfw, angst

wc: 1.3k

masterlist

Hand Her Over Megapost

Sanzu Haruchiyo

"Oi." Sanzu sees you flinch when he calls out to you. You're sitting on the edge of the bed, staring off into space. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," you reply, hurrying to close your robe and scurry into the bathroom. Sanzu stands in the bedroom, aloof, trying not to think too hard about what happened right in front of his eyes a mere fifteen minutes ago.

There's no remorse behind his musings. He's pleased and more than satisfied with the events. It's just that they made him so...

"Mind if we... shower together?" Sanzu wonders, peering at you as you let the robe slip from your figure. You nod a few times silently, then step into the already-running fixture. Sanzu follows close behind you, still rock hard despite letting himself go (all over the carpet) earlier.

You don't touch yourself with any of the washing instruments, but Sanzu sees this as a moment to show his tender side. "Would you like for me to wash you?"

"Sure," you breathe, the words barely a whisper over the shower sound. Sanzu's hands caress your backside, touching you carefully and sweeping over the hickies with reverence. Just a reminder of the gift Mikey was given and enjoyed thoroughly.

Sanzu doesn't ask if you liked it; he knows you did. The cum between your legs is evidence of your and Mikey's enjoyment. "Hold on," Sanzu murmurs, sinking to his knees. "Let me clean you here." Sanzu lifts your right leg, and - under the spray of the shower - he places his mouth against your cunt.

It's intoxicating - the taste of Mikey on his tongue - and he flicks his eyes up to his wife with a building sensation of utter contentment. He notices how you hold on to the shower wall and the quivering of your lip, but he says nothing about it.

He's too busy tasting every drop of cum left inside of you. His tongue laps at your hole greedily, sucking and flicking as much as he can to tease one last orgasm out of you. Sanzu's free hand wraps around his cock and strokes slowly, circling around the tip effortlessly before settling against his shaft and going back up again.

"Haru," you murmur, placing a hand on his wet hair. "Please..."

Sanzu continues to suck on your clitoris harshly, praying you'll cum before him. You cry out and push him closer, hissing while you cum on his chin. Sanzu moans and groans with you, cumming as he laps up whatever you give him.

"That's my girl," he whispers finally, licking his mouth and chin happily. "Always so good for me."

Ran Haitani

Ran is furious.

"I told him no!" He roars, swiping the vase off the foyer table, letting it crash against the marble flooring. Rindou is standing by, letting his brother rage wildly, destroy his own property, and tear apart the entire home.

"You heard what I said!" Rindou doesn't even flinch when his brother points at him.

"I heard what you said."

"And now..." Ran huffs, the rage leaving him in great gasps of air. Rindou watches his brother collect himself, push his loose strands away from his face, and readjust his dress shirt. Rindou supposes the worst is over, but Ran stalks into his bedroom, then comes out as he's pushing a clip into his gun.

"Ran, what in the hell are you doing?"

"I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago," he breathes calmly. The old baton resurfaces, too, and Rindou hurries to his side.

"Ran," Rindou whispers, holding his brother's wrist. "This isn't part of the plan."

"Neither was Mikey's little stint this afternoon," Ran mutters, shoving the gun in the holster. "But we can make it right."

"What are you going to tell y/n? She's waiting for you at the--"

"Tell her I'll see her soon," Ran answers, striding toward the front door. "I just have to tie up some loose ends."

Rindou Haitani

"Are you safe?"

"I"m fine," you whisper into the phone shakily. "Everything's fine."

"You're not hurt?"

"No, baby." Rindou shivers, feeling more relieved than worried. You could take care of yourself, and it wasn't unlike you to get yourself to a safe place should things get hairy.

"When are you coming home?" Rindou asks the question without thinking, but he hopes that when you answer, you'll be honest.

You pause, then reply softly, "I'm coming home tomorrow." Shock floods through Rindou's veins, and he smiles to himself. You're coming home early, for once.

"I'll be here when you get back."

"I would hope so," you chuckle. "Kind of want some cuddles from my favorite guy." If there was a way for Rindou to show his absolute gratefulness to the universe, he'd kiss the ground you walked on for the rest of his life.

"Lucky for you, I have tons of cuddles," Rindou teases, placing his arm around the back of the couch as if you were there. "Might be able to fill that need for ya."

"Okay, you ruined it." Rindou cackles, relishing in the secondhand embarrassment.

"You love me, just admit it, already."

"I do," you admit. "And thank you for warning me ahead of time with the whole Mikey thing." Rindou sobers up, not sure what he would do if Mikey actually assaulted you like he intended to.

"It's because I love you," Rindou murmurs, feeling his heart beat wildly. "And I promised to protect you. No matter what."

Kakucho Hitto

"Shh, shh, shh..."

Kakucho is stroking your hair lovingly like he used to right after you got married. He's lying beside you, holding you close and protecting you, like he should have before.

"I'm sorry."

You're deathly still, holding onto his arms in silence and breathing shallowly. Flashes of the confrontation rock Kakucho's brain, jostling it around like he's in a turbulent airplane. And they hurt, the thoughts. His skull must be bruised inside with how much his head aches.

"I'm going to run a bath for you." Kakucho knows that this is a temporary solution - not something that'll fix the real problem. His fingers shake violently as he tries to turn the knob for the tub, but he can't seem to get it right on the first, second, or third try.

And then, he's breaking down at the side of the tub, whimpering silently as he tries to figure out what to do next. "I need to leave," he chants, reaching up to turn the knobs again. "I need to leave." A hand comes down on top of his, and there you are, standing next to him. Crystalline tears slide down your beautiful cheeks, and Kakucho wipes his face quickly.

"I..." You turn the knob for him, and warm water gushes out into the tub.

"Don't," you hum, holding his chin. "Don't blame yourself." Kakucho leans his head into your round stomach, listening to the silence his child can thrive in.

"I let them," he croaks, voice raw from screaming and crying and trying to make Mikey stop. "I let them hurt you... I let them hurt our child..."

"No," you whisper, stooping down to his level and holding his face in your hands. "I love you. You didn't do anything. You couldn't." Kakucho's heart breaks, and he leans into your shoulder and bawls. You stroke his hair - and this feels wrong; he should be comforting you - and Kakucho tries to find his bearings, holding you incredibly close.

"I'm going to leave Bonten," he finally concludes. "I'm taking you and our child and leaving this hell." You nod, and Kakucho kisses your tears away before helping you up.

"Let's take a bath and talk about this," you urge him, leaning into his embrace. "I'll follow you wherever you go. I promise."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu haruchiyo smut #ran haitani x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #kakucho hitto #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani

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izvmimi · 1 year

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cw: self-indulgent. hurt/comfort. reader inside her own head.

izuku comes home later than usual. typically by now you’d be asleep, having given up on waiting up on him for the night (you’ve mostly squashed the fear that he wouldn’t come home to you and he’s often relieved to see you sleeping soundly), but when he arrives, you’re wide awake in bed, albeit staring forlornly at the ceiling.

you say a soft word of greeting when you note his presence at the entrance to the master bedroom, and he stands there for a moment, taking in the scene, eyes giving you a once over as he takes a mental snapshot of the room. physically, you are okay. bundled under too many blankets for the temperature of the room and curled up in fetal position, you don’t show any signs of obvious distress aside from emotional. izuku takes soft footsteps to your side of the bed and your eyes shift towards him as he arrives then crouches down to your level.

“hi baby. shouldn’t you be asleep?” he asks, with a smile that is a little gentler than usual. you don’t offer him as wide of a smile back, but you are trying.

he doesn’t like that. you’re covering up your hurt.

“trying,” you murmur. he nods, then fishes for your hand under the blankets, pulling it to his fingers and kissing the tips.

“how was your day?” he asks. you tell him it was fine, and he kisses your forehead before standing, deciding he’ll probe in just a few moments.

izuku disappears into the bathroom, showering and brushing his teeth before reemerging, hair wet and skin still slightly damp but clean. you turn your body in his direction, forgetting to wear your mask of satisfaction briefly when you rest your head on your folded hands against the pillow. he slips in between the covers beside you and his hand caresses your face.

“how was your day?” you ask, voice barely audible despite the quiet between you two. it’s a quarter to 3am, and you need to be up at 7am; sleeping is more important than asking him how the same old patrol was. izuku brushes his lips against your forehead.

“fine.” he keeps it brief. “no one got hurt.”

“including you?” you ask, eyebrow raised. he laughs, and to his joy, you crack a wider smile too.

“including me.”

“good.”

izuku wraps his arms around you and holds you closer. you nestle into his hold and let out a sigh against his chest you didn’t realize you’d been holding in all day.

a few moments pass where you sit in silence, counting each other’s heartbeats. izuku’s fingers find their way into your hair, teasing through the tresses, and you swallow hard before speaking your heart finally.

“do you think i come off too strong?” you ask the question hesitantly, knowing that the truth may hurt even if it’s coming from someone you love.

there it is, he thinks, thankful that you’re freely communicating. when it’s really bad you clam up, and there’s nothing worse to him than your silence.

“i think you’re perfect,” he replies. “why do you think otherwise?”

you sigh and close your eyes. he’s too sweet to you sometimes.

"i think i’ve just been having too many difficult conversations lately.”

it’s his turn to let out a deep breath, and his fingers make their way out of your hair to cup your face.

“you’re allowed to speak your mind,” he says. “you’re kind and well-intentioned.”

you purse your lips.

“i’m noisy and opinionated,” you return.

he frowns.

“you’re passionate.” to that, you roll your eyes, and try to turn but he doesn’t let you move easily out of his grasp, just enough so that you can face away from him. his cheek presses against the back of your head.

“don’t worry about saying the wrong thing. i’ll protect you,” he offers.

“what if i’m the problem?” you add. at that, there is a tiny waver in your voice; it cracks and you clear your throat to cover it up, that and the tears forming in your eyes. his leg nudges yours to part the space in between at the knees, fitting your bodies together even more intimately as he whispers,

“you aren’t, and even if so, you’re my problem to deal with. i’ll defend you no matter what.”

and you are safe then, even from the thoughts in your own head.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku hurt/comfort #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: izuku #mimi's notes

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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3, 5, 7, 8, 12, & 14

they all don’t have to be in the same story but that was the most i could narrow down 😭

oh no, these are perfect! Thank you bae 🤭 just gave me a good idea with this!

cw: hotel sex, dirty talk, choking

“And you told me you weren’t gonna come see me…what happened?”

“Well, turns out..what they said was true. You really are one of the best voices of our generation..your shows are actually pretty entertaining.”

words and glances exchanged between two secret lovers in the middle of the hotel room. Bodies only inches away from one another and lust rising from your auras like steam from a hot shower..this was the scene that reoccurred and played out so many times in the not so distant past. Messing around with and becoming the sneaky link to a world famous musician wasn’t something you’d ever foreseen yourself doing. You knew the industry types all too well and how they collected girls of your variety like the awards they accrued from their labors. Even still, the attraction between (y/n) and EJ The Don was one that could only be described as fiery, passionate and whirlwind. The two of you had quite a long conversation the other night and he could tell by the end that you were playing to hard to get; not wanting to give him too much as other girls had done prior. When asked if you’d come see him perform while he was on tour, you’d respond dryly with a: “we’ll see.” Of course, he knew you were merely giving him the cold shoulder just so he could have a bit of a motivation to make it impossible for you to leave later on. Faint traces of his cologne and weed smoke hit your nostrils as he leaned forward and brushed over your arms.

“I’m glad you think so…and I’m very..very glad you showed up. I mean, I saw you dancing around. Looking all good and shit.”

the compliment making your heart flutter; feeling him run a finger underneath your chin and licking his lips. Currently, he had you up against the wall, kneecap nudging open those thick thighs that were exposed by the revealing fishnet dress you were sporting. Tall heels supporting that curvy body and all he could think about was how you lucky he was to have you on his roster. Hell, he’d clear up all his prior engagements if he got to fuck on you all the time. Batting those pretty little lashes, you’d gaze up at him and move closer.

“Yeah? You think I look good?”

questioning with only a hair’s breadth in between you two. That pearly white smirk on his face, chain hanging from his around his neck and two silver bands on his tattooed fingers as he cupped them around your chin. He couldn’t get enough..he craved you so badly, he could practically taste it. But luckily, he wouldn’t have to wait too long to do so. You were all alone, in private and free to express all the filthy thoughts plaguing your minds. Cupping your beautiful face between his fingers, Eren would tease his lips against yours before initiating a series of steamy kisses. Smacking your tongues and twirling them together.

“Of course..but I think you’d look so much better with my hands around your neck..” “You might be on to something.” lightly asphyxiating your breathing as he fed you those sloppy pecks. Ones that had you melting in his grasp and made it even easier to get you out of your clothes. “EJ..” “I know, baby. I know you want me to fuck you..you’ve been so patient with me.” One by one, he’d strip you of those tiny little articles of clothing until both of you were rendered nude. Ravaging one another like wild animals until he hoisted you mid air, prompting you to put your arms around his neck. Holding you in those toned, tattooed arms. And once you did, he’d begin to bounce you up and down on that thick cock. Slamming up into you with full force..dripping wet only a few strokes in. Your nails clawing into his back and those balls slapping against your entrance. Creaming all down his cock and making a mess everywhere. Something you had been waiting on for a while.

“Ooh shit!…”

“God..you feel so fucking good. This pussy’s ‘s so good.” Grunting into your ear like a man deprived. That dick swelling inside of you and stretching that entrance open. You’d find yourself burying your face into the crook of his neck and moaning out for more. “No, don’t look away..keep your eyes on me. Let me see how much you love this dick.”

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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A not so soft launch (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**@dohmeti suggested I could do a part 2 for Dealing with the enemy where both of them have to be on the red carpet and I thought it was a great idea. So after some brainstorming, this is what I came up with. This can be read on its own but reading part 1 definetely adds nice context for the characters. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for the love for part 1 ❤️**

Word count: 1342

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Wattpad

"I'm going to follow you on Instagram".

"Why?"

"To kick start our soft launch".

"Our what?"

Your boyfriend's confusion was hilarious.

"A soft launch is when you leave hints on like social media to let people know we are together. And then we do the hard launch".

"Which is?"

"Posting together, Pablo. What else?"

You keep walking around the room, phone in hand, nervous about this moment. While he just lays down in bed not understanding what a big deal this is.

"It sounds like a lot of work".

"Says the guy who spends 90 minutes running around the pitch like a headless chicken. Liking a couple of posts won't be that tiring".

"But why can't we just say we are together?"

"Because that's not how things are done nowadays. We need to do this and maybe mention something in interviews if we are asked. That type of thing".

He shakes his head and keeps scrolling on his phone while you sit on the edge of the bed, index finger hovering over your phone screen.

"Imagine it's a handbag".

"What?"

"Instead of the follow button, imagine it's the buy button for one of those handbags you love so much. You don't hesitate to press that button…at all".

"I hate you".

He reaches to you to grab you by the waist and take you closer to him.

"It'll be fine when people know about us. Stop worrying".

"But what if I lose my Madrid season ticket? Imagine the scandal".

"I'll give you one for the better team. Swapping Madrid for Barça will be an even better decision than dating me".

"Never!"

You take the phone back and press follow.

"Done!"

"So proud of you, baby", he teases, kissing your head.

"Shouldn't you be happy? You were begging me to follow you on Instagram for ages".

"Until you said yes to my offer to be my girlfriend on the first attempt. That's much better than a follow. And I know you stalk my profile anyways".

"I do not stalk your Instagram".

"And my fan accounts".

"I don't even check those. Stop lying".

"How about that time I saw you watching a video from one of them?"

"It was recommended on my explore page, Gavira".

"The explore page that recommends similar content to the one you search…makes sense".

You get up, taking the clothes you had picked before.

"I'm going to take a shower and you're not invited to join me for being an annoying idiot".

"You still love me!"

"I might change my mind about that!"

After your follow, several media outlets posted about why you would follow a Barça player on Instagram and most just assume you had your eye on him. Well, they weren't completely wrong.

There were also comments about it on Gavi's fan pages. You know, those ones you didn't check…while he was around and could see you doing it. They have great photos of him and you liked looking at them when you missed him.

"Maybe you can comment something on my new photo".

"Like what?"

You go to your Instagram to find the photo you posted a couple of hours ago. It was a behind-the-scenes shot of your show.

"I got it", he says. But he doesn't let you look at what he is writing.

A notification on your phone alerts you he had sent it and so you check it to see what he came up with.

Smart. Just a comment about work. It gets people talking without being too obvious.

"You're good at this. Ok, what should I answer?"

"How about the zipper emoji?"

"Wait. You're too good at this. I think I've found you a career for when you retire".

Throwback to when I got to celebrate my birthday on set with my absolute favourite humans!

Pablogavi: when is season 3 out?? I need it now!

Yourusername: 🤐🤐

"There are already comments from people who noticed our interaction. Perfect!", you said, pleased.

"What's next?"

“I have an interview tomorrow. I’ll suggest I might be seeing someone. And I’ll share my location too. So people can wonder why I spend so much time in Barcelona”.

He shakes his head, muttering. “So much work”.

"I've been invited to the movie premiere you are going to".

"Why?"

"I don't know", he shrugs. "I just have. I get invited to a lot of things but refuse to go. I don't want people to think I'm not focused on my career because they see me at parties".

"Makes sense", you say, cuddling to his side. "Why are you telling me about the invitation then?"

"I thought we could go together".

You think about it for a second and yes, it is a good idea. But it also feels too soon. You had only been doing the soft launch for two weeks.

"I don't know…".

"Come on. It's perfect. We show up together on the red carpet and we don't need to do anything else".

"Can I think about it?"

He nods but you could tell he was unhappy you had refused. So you mentally proceed to do a list of pros and cons.

"I don't think it's a good idea".

"Well", says Gavi, getting up and leaving you on the sofa alone. "I'm going anyway. The movie sounds fun".

Saying you feel bad would be an understatement but it is what feels like the right decision at the moment.

There had been some tension in the days prior to the premiere and Gavi uses your not wanting to be seen with him as an excuse to leave in a different car to the event.

So when you get there, you see him already attending the press. He had gone through a couple of groups of journalists and now it is your time to be interviewed by them.

"Oh my God! You look stunning. Tell us who you are wearing tonight".

"Valentino. When I saw this dress at the fitting, I didn't need to see more".

Rehearsed answers are always a winner.

"Have you seen who's here at the premiere?"

"A lot of people, I would assume", you laugh nervously, knowing who they meant.

"Well, you see, we noticed you following Gavi on Instagram a couple of weeks ago and now he's here. Maybe you'll have a chat with him? Even if he is the enemy?"

"Maybe".

You move to the next groups of reporters and, of course, there are more questions about the footballer that was getting all the attention tonight.

Too much attention, if you were to be asked. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a group of women surrounding him. Their flirty giggles were so annoying. Could they be more obvious?

You try not to roll your eyes while you keep talking to the press.

But then, one of them really pushes her luck, offering her arm so your boyfriend can take her to the red carpet to pose with her. And he accepts her offer. Obviously, she doesn't know he has a girlfriend but what the heck?

While you wait your turn to go to the carpet, you see her getting closer to him. And then…she kisses his cheek when the photographers asked her to do it!

"Oh no she didn't!"

You walk to where they are posing and when Gavi sees it is you approaching them, he starts to smirk.

"Excuse me", you tell the girl who is still holding onto his arm. "That's my boyfriend so I would appreciate it if you stopped touching him".

She looks at you, shocked, and does as you told her.

“I think you scared her”.

“Good!”

"But what are you doing here? I thought you didn't want anyone seeing us together".

"Oh shut up!"

You grab his face with your hands and kiss him, causing all photographers to move to where you two are standing so they can get the best photo.

Gavi immediately grabs your waist and deepens the kiss. His plan to make you jealous had worked perfectly.

"There is your hard launch".

#pablo gavi #gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi angst #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff #footballers angst

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sweet-villain · 1 year

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Dancing With Our Hands Tight~J.Q

Anonymous asked:

Hi my love, this is my first time placing an order. I would like to ask if you could make a picture of Joseph Quinn. Where Y/n is a Cast of Stranger Things actress, she and Joseph have a secret relationship from the media and fans, only those who know are close people. So... They go to Fan Expo Canada and Joe can't stand having to hide their relationship, because he wants to hug and kiss her without having to hide it anymore.

I hope you liked this idea, I was imagining myself in this situation with Joseph haha and I really wanted to read about it. <3

You groaned as you turned over on the other side, peeking through one eye at the body sleeping besides you. Little snores escape from your boyfriend with one hand over his eyes and the other on his stomach, right above the covers.

You snuggled up to his side, ghosting your lips over his bare shoulder as you placed a kiss there. He murmurs in his sleep as he turns on his side searching underneath the covers for you, circling his arm around your waist as he pulls you to him.

"Good Morning" you leaned over, kissing him on the nose. He groan, wrinkling it as he pushed his face more into the pillow. " What time is it lovely?" He asks.

" What time is it lovely?" you copied him in a teasing tone. His eyes opened as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. " Don't tell me we have to get ready soon."

" Okay I won't tell you" you sat up in bed as you took your phone from the besides table and tapped it to see the time. Indeed you needed to get up, shower and get ready. Joseph and you flew in to Canada for Fan Expo that was today. You both had a busy day to meet fan, to do a panel and take pictures of fans.

You met Joseph on the set of Stranger Things, he came into the table read to greet the others when your eyes locked with his. He paused in the door way as all the conversation stopped and eyes were on him. Then they were on you. Then they were on him.

" This is Joe, this is our Eddie Munson" one of the Duffer brothers said as he came over to greet Joe, they shook hands. You sat next to Keery who nudged you to get your attention. He had the biggest smirk on his face.

" Looks like someone's got a crush" he sang. You playfully slapped his shoulder. You had been on Stranger Thing since the beginning, playing Dustin's sister. You had grown close with the cast especially with Keery and Gaten.

" She had heart eyes just looking at him " Gaten spoke from across from you. You put your head in your arms as you hide yourself from the teasing and from them seeing how red your cheeks are. Joe who has been watching the interacting, he couldn't help but smile as he took his seat next to Gaten.

" He's staring at you" Keery whispered as he leaned in, nudging your head with a finger. Your head snapped up to glare at him, only to catch those beautiful brown eyes of Joseph Quinn.

After that, you and Joe got closer and closer as you played his love interest on the show. The both of you had a few scenes together and before you know it, the two of you were dating. The Duffer brothers, the crew and the rest of the cast were ecstatic that you two ended up being together.

Though you and Joe agreed to keep your relationship private from the press and the fans. It wasn't something that came easy. The both of you were seen together outside but there was space between the two of you and you told fans, that both of you were just really good friends.

" You need to get up" you lean down pressing a kiss on his forehead. " We have to head out to the Expo soon"

He groaned as he rolled on his back as he stretched his arms out. Joe sat up in bed as he looked sleepily over at you.

" Kiss?" He asked pursing his lips. You chuckled, leaning over giving him his kiss. He pulled away with a smile on his face leading with a hum as he slipped out of bed. He wore black boxers that hung low on his hips. Your eyes dropped to that tummy trail he had and you couldn't help bite your bottom lip.

" You done staring?" he teased as he ran a hand through his hair. A hint of red brushes your cheeks causing him to laugh. " It's okay lovely, you look good enough to eat sitting over there"

" Joe!" you giggled pulling the covers feeling shy.

" You weren't as shy last night love" you took a hold of one of the pillows in your hands and threw it at him. He catches it with his hands as he laughs.

" Go shower, Joe"

He saluted you as he made his way over to the bathroom.

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The both of you took different cars to the Fan Expo. You didn't want to look suspicious or anything. The fans would see you both and then they would know.

" I'll be close by, don't you worry" you told Joseph as he stood pouting with those brown eyes, shining. " Stop it, I'll be close and if I need you, I'll come find you. Okay?"

He nodded as he leaned over to peck you on the lips.

" I love you" he says.

" I love you too"

You couldn't believe how many fans were here dressed as your character. You felt so much love and the support brought you almost to tears.

" HI!" you waved to some fans who squealed trying to get your attention.

" Hi Y/N" they greeted you. You saw a little girl that was dressed as Grace's character, as Chrissy and it was the most adorable sight you have ever seen. You held your hand up and she high fived you while her mom beamed with happiness that you did that for her daughter.

You got to your table for the autographs and saw that Joe has been already sitting in his own table. He waved, sending you a wink too as you settled down in your seat.

You returned the wave and turned to the first person that came up to you to get your autograph.

" Hi, you're so pretty Y/N" they said, in their hands they held a paper and a bag too. " Thank you so much, you're so kind. What's your name, sweetie?"

" June" she says, " I really love how your character developed through the show. I think Y/C/N ( your character's name) and Eddie were destined to be together."

" Thank you, Joseph and I had a lot of fun doing scenes together. He's such a sweetheart to work with"

She giggled.

" I have something for you" she offers you the piece of paper and it's a drawing of your character and Dustin. " Did you draw this?" you gasped. You loved how she did the coloring too.

She nods.

" Can I keep this?" you asked.

" Yes, it's all yours" you put the picture to your chest as you pout at her. " Thank you, come here" you stood up from the chair as you opened your arm for a hug. She looked like she was about to cry.

" I have this for you too" she slide over the bag she was holding. In it is some chocolates and a little plush toy of a bat. You chuckled as you took the bat out, cuddling it.

" I'll have a new cuddle buddy it seems, thank you sweets. Thank you for coming"

"It's so nice to meet you, thank you for being amazing" she says. You slide over her autograph to her. She takes it in her hands.

" No, thank you June." She squeals as she walks off, with a jump in her step. The next person was two girl that looked to be twins and they were dressed as your character and Dustin.

" I love this!" you motion to them. " Can I take a picture of you two? I need to show Gaten. He's going to love it"

" Yes please" they stood next to each other and posed. You took the picture and send it to Gaten right away.

" How are you doing, girls?" you asked as you signed the autograph for them. " We are amazing, you're really amazing Y/N. You're an an amazing actress."

" Thank you so much, where are you girls from?"

" San Diego, California" one of them says.

" My parents live there actually, I'm going to visit them soon"

You talked to them a bit more and Joe took a moment to look over at you seeing you interact with the fans, he frowned seeing the next fan was a guy dressed as Eddie. He saw the guy trying to flirt with you, and makes jokes. His eyes went to you seeing you threw your head back in laughter.

You only laughed at his jokes like that. He shook his head with a huff to the next fan that came up to him.

You loved each experience you had with your fans, from little kids, to girls gushing how pretty you were. To others telling you how your character means so much to them. You didn't know weather to cry or smile.

The last fan came up to you telling you that they would see you in the photo ops you were doing with them. Your stomach growled in the instant you finish up.

" I'm ready to eat" you patted your stomach, waving to Grace who had happened to finish up too. Joseph has still a couple of people in front of him. He felt your gaze on him. He turned his head seeing you were done doing your autographs.

He pouted and you mouthed to him, " I love you" and this caused him to smile as he mouthed it back to you. No one had noticed the interaction. You were worried they did.

You had walked by Joseph's table to get out on the other side, squeezing at his shoulder and he looked up for a brief moment to see that it's you.

" See you soon love" you winked, whispering only making sure he heard it. He couldn't help but feel his cheeks redden as he watched you walk away.

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Joseph had saw some of the fans pictures with you that you did in the photo ops. He took notice of those that were guys that they hugged you to themselves, squishing you almost close that it irked him.

He was tired of keeping your relationship a secret. He wanted the world to know you were his and he was yours.

He had an idea forming in his head but he wasn't too sure about your reaction. But he was ready to tell the world that you were his.

His photo ops were quicker than he imagined. He wanted to only to get back to you and hold you after a long day.

When it was time for the panel, he watched you go on stage before he did and smiled hearing how many people loved you and adored you. He couldn't blame them, your character has changed a lot through the season and he was happy with all the love you were getting.

He was called up next and he almost ran to his seat. His eyes dropped to your crossed legs in the chair that were begging for his hand to reach over and touch. He held back as he shifted in his seat.

" You okay?" you leaned over to ask.

" Yeah" he nodded as the questions began. Joseph and you took turns in answering. That's when the crowd shouted as Finn came on stage following by Grace. Finn raced over to embrace you since he hasn't seen you for a long time. Grace beamed seeing you as she held you tight.

You frowned a little seeing the hug between Grace and Joe, too much for your liking. They pulled away from each and Joseph took noticed of your expression. He shook his head with a small smile on his face. You were too cute, he thought.

One of the questions caught you off guard. It was personal and you weren't sure how to answer it.

" All the fans want to know Y/N, are you single? Taken?" you cleared your throat into the microphone beginning to say what you wanted to say when you were cut off.

" She's not single" Joe said. Your eyes got wide as he answered. Was he really doing this? Here?

He could feel your gaze on him as he turned to look at you sending you an apologetic smile. The crowd roared with cheers and shocked.

" She's my girlfriend" he says like it's nothing. But your frozen in your seat with your mouth opening and closing. You didn't know why he did this today. Why he didn't talk to you about it and why all of sudden when you both agreed you two would keep it a secret.

" Joe.." you finally said into the microphone.

" I don't wanna hide anymore, love. I know what we agreed on, I'm sorry I made you upset. But you're mine and I want the whole world to know that you took Joseph Quinn off the market" Grace laughed with Finn, who shook his head.

You smirked.

" Seriously, I did" you said into the microphone. " Sorry ladies, I can't share him either"

#joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x you #imagine joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x y/n #jewls writes

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obsessedwithtoomanythings · 11 months

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The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy

CHAPTER 14 - ENDING

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)

Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N

Words: 10K

Author's Note: Well! This is it! I'll be honest, I may write some epilogues, detailing the wedding and possibly kids and stuff like that cause I am legit obsessed with the dynamic Leon and the reader have and I'm not sure I'm ready for it to be over.

Thanks to anyone who read, commented, like, ANYTHING on this! It means the world to me! Also anyone from AO3 who came over to comment or anything like that! I love you!

THIS CHAPTER HAS SMUT

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January 2005

Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don’t wanna do this now

There’s just inches in between us

I want you to give in, I want you to give in

There is tension in between us

I just wanna give in

And I don’t care if I’m forgiven

-Shameless, Camila Cabello

He’s late. This isn’t the ‘traffic was bad’ late. It’s ‘someone is going to show up at your door with a KIA notice’ late. The anxiety has been eating me alive for the past 3 days.

The first day was fine. He’s been that late before. The second day is when it began. The twisting in my gut as I checked my phone to see nothing. The gnawing sensation that crawled up my spine every time someone walked into the infirmary that wasn’t him. The squeeze of my heart at footsteps in the hallway that walked right past.

Then the fourth day rolled around. I felt sick, physically. Barely able to eat anything other than a mandatory protein shake that Dr. Dalton practically poured down my throat himself, soft reassurances of ‘I’m sure he’s fine, sweetheart.’ Sweetheart. The term of endearment that Leon had called me so many times made my ears twitch in confusion at hearing it in a tone that wasn’t Leon’s. Shaking hands. This is how it feels to love someon- No. This is how it feels to love Leon. I’m sure Lilian doesn’t feel this way when Jasper is late coming home. He was supposed to be home 4 days ago. He sounded exhausted when he called, saying everything was okay - that he was okay - and that he would be home the next day. That was 5 days ago.

“You alright?” Thomas, the new medical intern asks, his dark brown eyes shining with affection. He had asked me on a date a week and a half ago, the day before Leon left. I agreed, feeling guilty saying no to the first man who had asked me on a date in years. I can’t wait on Leon forever, right? Deep down, I knew it was wrong to agree to a date when I was so deeply infatuated with someone else, but he looked so excited. So proud of himself for working up the courage to ask. Maybe there was a part of me that liked the idea of someone wanting me. Wishing for me the same way I wish for a man who views me as nothing more than his best friend.

I have done plenty of dumb shit in my life. Who hasn’t? But this? This is a new level of stupid.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I mumble into my wine glass, red lipstick smudging slightly across the rim. The restaurant was lively around us, with waiters and patrons flitting around through tables of deep mahogany. The food was delicious, or at least it smelt that way as it passed by our table.

Thomas is being overly patient. He hasn’t asked why we’re our on third glasses of wine, yet still have yet to move past the toasted bread that arrived when we sat down. My tight black cocktail dress feels too scratchy on my skin despite the reason that I bought it being that it was made of soft velvet. My shoes dig into my ankles uncomfortably, forcing me to shift my feet continuously to relieve the irritating bite.

“Dr. Dalton told me about your friend.” I jerk my head to him like he slapped me, guilt and shame beginning to practically leak from my eyes in the form of tears. You’ll ruin your makeup, stop. “I get why you’re worried. Maybe we should reschedule? For when he’s home?”

‘Sweetheart, you're making the air around you vibrate with the sheer force of your anxiety. You need to calm the fuck down.’ I can practically hear Leon’s voice in my ears. Thomas is nice. Leon would never allow me to be this anxious, he’d make fun of me until I couldn’t remember why I can feel the sweat pooling against the pits of my dress. I nod, noting how rude it is that I’m comparing a date to my best friend.

“Yeah, that’d be good.” He gets the bill, and while I offer to help, he refuses. A gentleman.

‘No way, sweetheart, I do have some manners.’

Get out of my head. Please, Leon.

The drive is short, and while I assure him that I’m alright, Thomas insists on walking me all the way to my door. I unlock it easily, turning the key and flipping on the light, muscles tense and tight with poorly contained anxiety.

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” He asks, almost like he doesn’t know how else to end the evening as I turn to say goodnight.

“I’m off tomorrow, but the day after, absolutely.”

“Oh okay, well then I’ll-” He stops, glancing behind me, confusion etched on his features. I whirl around, fight or flight ready to force a reaction from me. Holy fuck.

“Leon?” I practically cry, rushing into his arms and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I barely notice the sound of the door closing, my date for the evening clearly getting the memo of ‘time to go.’ Leon’s arms come around my waist, a soft touch that isn’t like him. Preparing to be lifted like usual, but nothing like usual happens. He pulls away instead. He backs up, quickly taking notice of my clothing choice before crossing his arms across his chest. “Are you okay? You were supposed to be home 4 days ago.”

“I’m fine,” he practically huffs, turning to walk back toward his room. I reach forward, fingers landing in the crook of his elbow to catch his attention but he pulls away.

“Leon, what the hell?” I demand, frustration rising. Maybe he’s just tired?

“Don’t worry about it,” he states, pulling himself from my grip with a sigh of my name. Not Nurse Nosy. Not Sweetheart. My name. I feel anger bubble up in my chest. I spent days worrying about him, and he can’t even let me at least check him for injuries? He won’t even let me touch him. I’m aggressively reminded of a time when he shut himself off at the slightest push in a direction he didn’t like. It builds with every step he takes down the hallway, into his room.

“I was worried sick about you.” Leon stops. He’s still wearing his boots, his black cargo pants, and a tight compression shirt that is torn in multiple places. Those black fingerless gloves. His watch. His blonde hair is greasy, stringy. He hasn’t even showered yet. I hear him scoff before he turns, hands tucked into his pockets as if his face wasn’t burning with irritation as he looks at me.

“Yeah, I’m sure. You seemed so concerned.” He gestures in the direction of the front door with his eyes. Oh no. Abso-fucking-lutely not.

“I had him bring me home early because I didn’t feel right being on a date when I was practically sick with worry.” I’m gesturing wildly with my hands now, my internal temperature rising at least a few degrees with how wound up I am. Another scoff.

“Yeah, sure.” He turns away again.

“You know what, no.” Another pause was followed by a halting in his tracks. The tension in his shoulders could shatter his bones if he tried hard enough.

“No?” He hasn’t turned to look at me, but I suppose part of me is grateful for that, knowing I may lose my nerve if he looks at me like a kicked puppy.

“No. Since when do you care? I haven’t been on a date in years. Why do you suddenly care now?” I’m yelling by this point. If everyone had a threshold like a cup, mine would be overflowing with bubbling red heat. He does not get to take this shit out on me.

“I have always cared!” His tone matches mine and his eyes burn with a fury I have never seen as he whips around to face me. Nails press into his gloves, digging into the leather, presumably leaving tiny crescents in their wake.

“No, you haven’t! It was easy to not be pissed when I was always home. Always here when you got back to greet you with a hug and a smile. But now that I have things to do, suddenly now you care.” We’re gonna get a noise complaint.

“Yes I fucking have, I have always cared. You just weren’t paying enough attention to see it!” Leon points an accusatory finger at me, and it feels like a literal jab in the chest despite him being almost 6 feet away. I laugh as if this situation is amusing. As if my heart isn’t breaking.

“Please, enlighten me then Agent Kennedy, as to what exactly I’ve missed, since clearly, not everyone is as perceptive as you are.” It’s a low blow, calling him by his title, but I’m fuming so much I’m surprised steam isn’t blowing out of my ears. His slight recoil is almost enough to make me apologize. Almost.

“Don’t do that.” He sounds small. Fuck. I want to hug him, apologize for screaming at him before he has even had a chance to change his clothes and shower. But I can’t. I can’t do this anymore.

“Don’t what?” I’m riding on this wave of red, fists twisting in the soft velvet of my dress.

“Don’t Agent Kennedy me,” he utters before he brushes it off, like flipping a switch. “You know what, I’m not doing this tonight, I’m exhausted. Go makeout with whats-his-face.” That’s it.

“Excuse me? What kind of person do you think I am, dickhead?”

“Oh, you didn’t wanna shove your tongue down his throat?” He feigns surprise, a hand pressed against his chest. I have never wanted to hit someone. Ever. But right now? I want to deck him.

“I wanted to be around you! I missed you!” I’m screaming again, and I feel tears brimming in my eyes. Fuck my makeup. He clicks his tongue, and it feels more like a taunt.

“Well, you should have been home earlier then.”

“Why the hell are you punishing me? I was worried sick the entire time you were gone, especially these past few days of radio silence!” His tone is condescending as if he’s riding some high horse.

“I’m sure it was so difficult for you. Next time, I’ll send a postcard.” He has no clue how it feels. So tell him.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like?” My tone is calmer, fury burning just below the surface of my skin like some virus, ready to raise the fever. Leon’s lips part to respond, but I don’t let him. “Every knock on that door when you’re gone scares the shit outta me because I’m expecting it to be some suit, telling me that you’re dead or worse. I get that what you do isn’t easy, but don’t try to make me feel guilty when all I ever did was worry about you.” My words have an effect on him, his demeanor shifting from one of defense and attack to… almost regret, it seems.

“I never meant to worry you, but you knew what you signed up for when you asked me to move in.” Leon’s tone has shifted. We’re no longer screaming at each other but with the barely-held-together emotions running rampant in the room, I can’t tell if this is better or worse than when we were screaming.

“You’re right. I did,” I concede, and for a second, his blues show a flash of confusion. “But I didn’t sign up to be punished for trying to live my life.”

“I’m not punishing you-” His tone is rising again as he rotates his body to face away from me, not entirely turned. He’s facing my bedroom door.

“Yes, you fucking are, Leon! Why are you so mad about me going on a date? Is it cause you don’t have time to go on one of your own?” It’s the only logical reason I can think of as to why he’s so angry. We’re screaming again.

“Because I don’t want you going on dates!” The words slam into me, turning the tidal wave of rage into a puddle. Not a big one either. The kind that you can step in with sneakers on and your socks won’t even get wet. It leaves a dark pit of bewilderment in its wake. Complete and utter confusion.

“Why?” He’s silent. Leather-covered palms press into his eyes as he huffs in frustration. He wants me to leave it alone. Wants me to back off, letting him close back into himself, where he thinks no one can find him. Where no one can hurt him. “Leon. Why don’t you want me going on dates?” His hands drop to his waist as he spins on his heel once again, and I’m floored by the intensity in his eyes. There’s almost no blue left, or at least it seems that way from where I’m standing.

“Don’t make me say it.” There’s that smallness. The look of begging. Pleading.

“Leon…” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish.

“I’m asking you to drop it.” JUST FUCKING TALK TO ME. LET ME IN.

“No! I’m not dropping it! What the fuck do you mean?” He laughs, a full-blown sound that rings out almost maliciously as his whole body practically moves with it.

“Wow! The return of Nurse Nosy.” Fucking. Dickhead. “Never saw that one coming.”

“Fine,” I deadpan, moving toward him and turning into my room, attempting to close the door. His hand presses against the wood, forcing it to remain open, fuming bodies only a couple of feet apart now.

“What the hell are you doing?” Oh, so when he walks away, I’m the bitch. But when it’s me, I’m still the bitch.

“I’m going to bed, asshole.” I put every ounce of strength into shoving the door, but his arm holds steady. Easily.

“We’re not done.”

“Yes, we fucking are. You made that crystal clear.” Another attempt. Another failed attempt. The tears are blurring my vision, finally seeing an opportunity to pour in the privacy of my room. Away from his terrifyingly focused blue gaze.

“Would you just come back out here and talk to me?” He has no right to ask me that.

“Why?” My voice breaks on the word, and for the first time, it’s like he finally sees how I feel as his hardened features soften. How my heart is breaking and it’s spilling out from my eyes into his waiting palms. “So you can be pissed at me some more?” With his other hand, he runs his hands through his hair, touseling it even more in frustration, and while he’s not looking at me, it’s clear he’s at war with himself. “So you can make me feel like shit even more?”

“Because I love you, damn it!” He shouts again, and the tone causes me to flinch before it sluggishly catches up. He…

“What?”

“You heard me,” he admits, cheeks stained bright crimson at the admission. “So would you please just-” The words he was saying are long forgotten as I rush forward, cold hands on either side of his face and tugging him in. I love you, the words bounce around in my skull as my lips collide with his, and for a moment, he seems surprised. It only takes that long for him to catch up. Palms find my hips, pulling me flush against his warm chest, against his hammering heart. He tastes like spearmint, his lips refusing to relent until we pull back for air, foreheads pressed together, noses brushing as labored breaths pass between our now-red lips and my cheeks are wet with tears. Those ocean eyes look at me like the light spills from them, lighting his way home. A small giggle breaks the silent air, the heavy breaths.

“I pour my heart out to you and you laugh?” He mumbles, but I can practically hear the smile in his voice as I giggle again. “What’s so funny?”

“You stink.” He laughs. The sweet kind, like cold lemonade on a hot day. The kind that makes butterflies swirl inside your stomach to the point of painting your face with an unmovable grin.

“Well, someone interrupted me as I was on my way to my post-mission shower,” he teases, planting another tender kiss across my lips like he can’t get enough of them. My hands slide over his shoulders, cupping the back of his neck as I nose along the line of his jaw.

“I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you, Agent Kennedy?” The question is much more sultry than intended, my racing heart making me feel practically breathless. Leon’s eyes narrow at the nickname in mock irritation - especially because he specifically told me not to use it months ago - smile still evident as his arm drapes over the small of my back to hold my other hip, if only to add more points of contact. I’m expecting a ‘make me something to eat please?’ or maybe even a ‘kiss me more’. I am not, however, expecting his next words.

“Take it with me?”

“What?” I giggle through the question, wondering how the hell he manages to exude confidence even in situations like this, his finger pressing my chin up until our eyes lock.

“You heard me.” He repeats his earlier phrase like this single sentence holds all the power between us, and maybe it does. “Take my post-mission shower with me.” My face heats up again, and I finally understand the look he’d give me when he’d get a reaction out of me. The amusement. The pride. He wasn’t proud because he got a reaction. He was proud because it gave him hope. Hope that one day, he could kiss me like this. I can’t stop the way my eyes drop to the floor, only for him to clear his throat, drawing my attention back to him. To his lips. To those damn ocean eyes.

“Lead the way, Superman.”

“Oh, I will.” Chapped lips smushing back onto mine, muffling the squeal that rips from my chest. The leather of his fingerless gloves glide over my exposed thighs, gripping them before mumbling ‘jump’ right into my mouth, and who am I to argue with a government agent? My thighs wrap tightly around his trim waist, fingers pressing into the flesh there as Leon begins to walk, presumably carrying us to the bathroom, but for all I know, he could be walking us out into the snow. My mind is far too preoccupied with running my tongue along the seam of his lips, tasting the bitter tang of the nightcap he had, which now lies unfinished on the living room coffee table.

My back hits the wall, sandwiched between his warm chest and the chill of the painted sheetrock. A hand - I couldn’t tell you whose - reaches to flip on the bathroom light before he carries us in, closing the door before I feel the chilly countertop beneath my ass. Leaving one last kiss on my swollen lips, he pulls away - taking his warmth with him - chuckling at the small sound of disapproval leaves my lips.

“What are you-”

“Relax, I’m just turning on the shower, sunshine.” It’s hard not to stare, taking notice of the smattering of scratches that litter his arms as he reaches in to flip the water on.

“Sunshine?” I question teasingly, pressing my palms to the granite surface and leaning forward, head tilting to the side in curiosity.

“Yeah,” he smirks, removing his gloves and tossing them onto the tile flooring so he can check the temperature of the falling water. “You’ve always been this… Light in the dark for me. So ‘Sunshine’ seems fitting.” Leon’s not looking at me, but his cheeks are pink again. He must be satisfied with the temperature because he pulls back to finally meet my eyes again, stepping back up to where I’m perched. “Have I mentioned how sexy you look in this dress?” He mumbles, his lips skimming the skin of my throat in soft bites and kisses.

“You haven’t.” My words come out in a breathless gasp, his hands sliding up my thighs - barely grazing the bottom hem of the black velvet fabric - massaging the flesh in his grip.

“Well, I should have,” he growls. Holy fucking shit. That’s a sound I never thought I’d hear. “Maybe you wouldn’t have gone on that date if I had.”

“I definitely wouldn’t have,” I tease, fingertips moving to climb under the fabric of his compression shirt, desperate to explore his form in ways I have never been allowed to until this moment.

“Eager, are we, sunshine?” Fucker is smirking into the kiss as if he’s faring better than I am at this moment.

“Says the one who asked me to shower with him.”

“Touché.” I grip the hem of the fabric between my digits, pushing it up his chest in an effort to rid him of it. His arms come up to aid me in my own personal mission, revealing his chest to my wandering eyes before toned arms come down on the counter on either side of my hips.

“You don’t need to be this attractive, asshole,” I murmur, almost more to myself than anything before he responds with a passionate kiss, his warm hands slipping beneath my dress to shove it above my hips, revealing a pair of lacy blue panties. A light groan spills into my mouth from him as he presses himself between my legs, hands finding the backs of my knees and yanking me forward with a yelp.

“Speak for yourself,” he argues, refusing to part from my lips for more than a second. “Fuck, can I take this fucking dress off of you?” My only reply is a nod, our foreheads tapping together because of the movement. Leon doesn’t waste another second, gripping the soft fabric and pulling it over my head without hesitation, and his eyes widen at the sight of the bra, lacy and matching perfectly with the panties. “You’re trying to kill me,” he whispers, eyes raking down my figure before I begin squirming anxiously. The room is full of steam by now, the mirror behind me completely covered and his creamy skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Maybe we should actually shower instead of you just staring at me?” I suggest with a nervous giggle. He finally looks back up at me, and I notice the blues in his eyes are slowly slimming, his pupils dilating.

“I think that’s a great idea.” Hands skim across my back to easily unclip my bra, tugging it down my arms until it joins his shirt in a pile on the floor, my panties soon following, leaving me completely exposed before him. This adonis of a man is looking at me like I’m the most precious piece of art he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Feels a little unfair, don’t you think?” My arms come up to cover my chest. No one has looked at me in this state in a long time.

“Don’t,” he coaxes, grabbing my hands to rest them against his shoulders, leaning in to nuzzle into my neck and jaw again. “Please don’t hide from me. You’re gorgeous.” I hear a clinking before feeling his shoulders shift beneath my palms, undoing his belt - I assume - and then I hear his pants hit the floor, although it’s barely audible over the pattering of the water against the shower curtain. Leon takes a slow step back, holding my hands to help me down from the countertop before practically dragging me into the warm stream of water. I can’t help as my gaze drifts down, taking in the wet ridges of his abs, to the v of his hips, and down until his voice forces my eyes back up in embarrassment.

“My eyes are up here, baby.” He closes the shower curtain with a teasing smile.

“Sorry.” My voice is shaking.

“Sunshine,” he soothes, hands finding my hips to pull me against his body in what was supposed to be a comforting hug. It quickly dissipates into anything but as I feel his hard length against my stomach, slick practically dripping from my center by this point. “You’re fine. I’m teasing you.”

“Well, you did always say I was easy to tease,” I mumble into his chest, using his embrace as an excuse to hide my blush.

“That you are, sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my now-wet hair. “Although I do actually need to shower.” Reaching for his shampoo while still keeping an arm locked around me, I take a deep breath before taking it from him.

“Can I wash your hair?” I question, looking up at him through my lashes.

“How could I say no to that?” Leaning down so it’s easier for me to reach him, I pour the pine-scented shampoo into my palm, rubbing them together before lathering the soap into his scalp. The agent releases a string of curses and groans as I massage his head, knowing from experience that he really enjoys it. Shifting around so that his head is under the water, I rinse the suds from his blonde locks, a soft smile pulling at my lips.

“Maybe this should be the new tradition.” The words are said without thought, falling from my lips.

“What?”

“Me taking your post-mission shower with you.” Fingers tighten around my waist as a small grunt departs from his throat, sounding more like it came from his chest.

“That sounds perfect.” He’s breathless. “Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.” Wet lips pressing to mine, hands gripping my thighs and lifting, not even prompting me to jump as I’m brought against his body, trapping his cock between us. A jolt runs through my spine like lightning at the sensation and my back hits the cold shower wall, thighs tightening around Leon’s waist.

“Impatient, are we Superman?” It’s mumbled into his mouth and I can feel his smile in response.

“Take one look at you, and tell me I shouldn’t be impatient.”

“Maybe not in the shower though?” I giggle, and the chill sets in as the water begins to run cold.

“Maybe not,” he says with his own chuckle, dropping my feet to the floor before steadying me, the floor slick as he moves to switch off the brisk water from falling on my bare shoulders. His arm comes around them to tug me close to his chest, the heat radiating off of him creating a heat wave in the middle of January. With a goofy smile, I lean out and grab a towel from where it hangs before throwing it over his head.

“I think pink is a good color for you, Superman.” Damp blonde locks emerge from the pink fabric with a cacophony of light chuckles and shy smiles filling the room.

“Yeah? I think it looks much better on you, sweetheart.” The cockiness has returned to his tone, and I roll my eyes at his shifted behavior.

“Oh really? And what makes you say that?” I sass, ready to take him on. In more ways than one.

“Cause it’s the prettiest color I could turn your cheeks.” His tone sends heat straight to my core as he steps forward, the pink towel wrapped around his neck, inches between our noses.

“We both know you can easily make me blush. This isn’t new info, Leon.” Don’t back down from this.

“You’re right. It’s really easy.” Leon brings the towel over his head to wrap it around my back. The gesture seems sweet. For a minute. Tugging on the towel, it forces my chest against his, wet skin sliding against wet skin. “I fully intend to make you turn every shade of pink tonight.” And then he’s picking me up again. Holding me is easy for him, with years of strength training proving to be useful for pleasurable purposes as well as he carries me into my - Our bedroom? - I’ll need to ask him about that, I suppose. As my mind wanders, the agent doesn’t hesitate to throw me unceremoniously onto my - our bed, a small yelp leaving my throat at the sudden drop.

“Leon you can’t just throw me around!”

“See, I think you like it.” He mutters, voice dropping into a lower octave, gravely and rough as he rests his weight onto his hands - which are on either side of my head. “I think you like how much stronger I am. I think it gets you going, baby.”

“Is that so?” I say, voice shaking with barely contained arousal, and Leon being, well Leon, knows this. With a nod, he presses his lips to the column of my throat, sucking a smattering of red marks onto the skin. My teeth clamp over my bottom lip, muffling the sounds that threaten to leave my voicebox, but clearly, Leon has other ideas. His hand presses to my jaw before his thumb caresses my chin, applying light pressure until my lip slips from between my teeth.

“Don’t hide any of those sounds from me, gorgeous,” he commands, and I’m reminded of his position in his career. The power he holds at the young age of 27. I nod in his hold, goosebumps prickling across my skin as he nips at my tender skin. His name leaves my lips in a muffled whimper; hands tracing soft patterns into my arms before his lips dance across my collarbone, his teeth pressing into the bone as a quick gasp breaks from my mouth. “Good girl.”

“Leon,” I whimper as his mouth drags lower, pressing soft kisses to my sternum, between my boobs as I lace my fingers through his blonde locks. “You can’t just say that.”

“Aww, why not, sunshine?” He teases, his hot breath teasing across my pebbled nipple, his warm hand coming down to cover the neglected breast. He looks up, as if he’s waiting for something. “Can I?” I nod, his blue eyes practically swallowed up by the dark pupil that swells in his arousal.

“Yeah.” The word is a breath released into the quickly cooling air. It’s all he needs before his warm lips close around the nub, suckling gently before his tongue swirls over it. I gasp, back arching slightly as my eyes squeeze shut, fingers tightening in his hair as he releases a small groan against my flesh.

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive,” he mumbles against my skin, almost to himself before his lips seal again, tonguing it before switching to the other nipple. “Can I taste you?” His tone is almost desperate. It takes my mind a moment to catch up to what he means before I nod with a mumbled ‘please’.

He doesn’t waste another second, planting wet kisses down my stomach, licking and suckling as he goes solely to illicit reactions from me, which leave him chuckling against my flesh.

“Leon-”

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he hushes, pulling my thighs apart easily as he settles between them, lips and teeth grazing across my inner thigh before giving the other the same treatment until I can practically feel myself dripping onto the mattress below me. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this…”

“Really?” I find myself asking as my heart thumps against my chest. He’s thought about this?

“God, you have no idea what you do to me, do you, baby girl?” He sighs, nosing along the length of my thigh. I can’t stop my fingers from involuntarily twitching, giving his locks an accidental tug.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay, baby. I like knowing how good I’m making you feel.” His blue eyes focus on mine, and I almost pass out at the sight of his damp blonde hair sticking to his forehead, naked shoulders that have my thighs thrown over them haphazardly as he licks his chapped lips. “Tell me this is okay.”

“Please, Leon…” The words come out as a whimper (I didn’t even realize I could whimper), and for a split second, I doubt I have ever been this desperate for anything.

“Good girl,” he whispers, breath tickling against my core and I can barely contain my groan before a squeak rips from my throat, his tongue running a hot stripe across my sex. Well, that’s a new feeling.

“God-” I yelp, squeezing my eyes shut as shivers run up my spine. Leon chuckles against me, tongue plunging into my opening to drink straight from the source before he pulls back to speak.

“Just me, sunshine.” I roll my eyes, laughing just a bit before the agent’s lips seal around my clit, sucking enough to tug the chord in my spine taunt, my back bending as my fingers tighten. Leon groans at the gentle tightening of his damp hair, the vibration traveling straight into my core. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”

“Leon, please just… Please kiss me…” I whimper as I attempt to bring him back up, but he holds firm before dropping wet kisses to my clit, ending each kiss with a light suckle. “That’s not what I meant.”

“You didn’t clarify. I’m giving you kisses, just like you asked.” His smirk is practically audible as he plants more smooches, despite my protests and groans. Fingers gently prod at my entrance, and I can’t help but tense. “Do you wanna stop, sweetheart?”

“No!” I answer, almost too quickly, and the feeling of his smile presses against my thigh before he covers it with licks and bites.

“Then relax,” he assures, hand running soothing circles over any skin he can reach. It takes another moment of his tongue twirling around my nub before I loosen my muscles enough for a thick digit to slowly press inside my heat. “Good girl.” Fuck that should not be a turn on. “Oh you do like that,” he whispers, almost to himself as I tighten around his finger. He picks a leisurely pace to thrust his finger in, basking in each sound he pulls from my lungs before he adds a second, following the same treatment, stretching me to accommodate his length.

“Leon, fuck I can’t…”

“Don’t challenge me, sweetheart. I’m not moving from this spot until you come around my fingers,” he mumbles into my core, fingers moving faster as his mouth works double time on my clit until the white-hot heat rips through me and I come with a high-pitched squeak. My muscles relax one by one, both of his hands rubbing soothing patterns over my skin as I come down from my high with breathless pants, and I realize I barely felt him remove his fingers.

“It should be illegal for you to be that good at that,” I mumble with a breathless giggle, and he chuckles as he leans up, wiping his lips and chin with his arm before pressing his lips back to mine. I can taste myself as his tongue prods against mine for a brief second.

“I’m gonna be spending a lot of time down there, sunshine,” he whispers into my ear as he grips my thighs, pulling them tight around his waist and I gasp at the feeling of him pressing against my pubic bone. “If you want to stop, we can,” he mumbles against my mouth. I shake my head aggressively.

“No, I’m fine.” The offer warms my heart though. “I’ve waited too long for you already.”

“Me too.” He doesn’t hesitate to move toward me, rutting himself against my heat with a groan of his own. He reaches down, leaning all his weight down on one arm, pressing himself against my slick opening before stopping, looking at me with a look that screams ‘Are you sure?’ My answer comes in the form of kissing him again, and he chuckles against my mouth. I’ll never get tired of this.

With the reassurances out of the way, his hips shift, pressing himself forward and my fingers tighten in his hair at the slight intrusion. “Are you okay, sunshine?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I whisper, breath tickling his lips.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” He practically breathes the words, trying to halt the involuntary actions of his hips that send my brain into a spiral before I have to contain the breathy laugh that threatens to ring out.

“I swear to god, Lee, if you ask me that one more time, I’m gonna…” I say with a smile, trailing off, hoping he’ll get my point, but why would I be so lucky?

“You’re gonna what, sunshine?” He whispers into my ear with a chuckle of his own and I move my arms to press against his shoulder blades as he continues his ruthless teasing. “Tell me what you’ll do, baby.”

“Fuck you, Kennedy,” I groan, throwing my head back against the pillow in frustration.

“If you insist.” It takes a moment for my brain to catch up, but it catches up fast when Leon shifts his hips, pressing himself into my tight channel with a rumbling shudder until his hips are flush against mine. He’s trembling almost as much as I am. For a moment, neither of us moves, content in our tight embrace, as close as two people can possibly be. Breathing the same breaths, hearts practically beating in sync as his arms rest on either side of my head, surrounding me in the sweet scent of him. His name falls from my lips as a shaky breath, both of our hands roaming over the others skin without barrier. I can practically feel my walls molding around the shape of his cock, content to keep him there until the sun explodes. “You’re so soft…” He whispers, almost an afterthought. “I’m gonna move, is that okay?”

“Please.” And then he shifts his hips, pulling out before plunging back in with enough momentum to force the air from my lungs, followed by a high pitched keen from the back of my throat. The pleasure radiates from my center the same way his skin radiates heat, and the sweat slicked flesh feels almost like an anchor, grounding me to him. The only thing keeping me afloat. His name falls from my mouth in a cacophony of squeals and moans, and with each sound, Leon grows more and more bold, and after a few minutes of mingling moans and increasingly wet sounds of skin on skin, his pace slows.

“I have a confession to make.” He whispers, an almost guilty look on his face as he leans up just enough for me to see the blues of his eyes.

“Oh god,” I say, palms resting on his damp pecs, anxiety flashing through my mind. “What?”

“You know that um…” He says, pausing as his cheeks flush. He’s embarrassed. “That day I came into the infirmary? With back issues?”

“Tell me you didn’t like, actually break something and I’m hurting you,” I plead, nervous jitters spreading from the tips of my toes to my fingers.

“No, god no, you’re fine,” he exclaims, leaning up until he’s resting on his hunches, cock still pressed tightly inside my body, and I inhale at the sensation of him shifting around, pressing against spots inside me that I didn’t even know I had. “I um…”

“Oh my god, spit it out please, Superman.” He chuckles at the desperation in my tone, eyebrows raising before he continues, but not before canting forward slightly to force a moan from my lips.

“Okay okay. I lied that day. I didn’t actually have any back issues,” he admits, face flushed again.

“What?” I place my hands over his as they rest on my hips, confusion painting my features. “But then why did you…”

“I wanted to see you. I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that first visit.” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “You were the first one to ask about my mental state, and while I wasn’t ready to deal with it at the time, I appreciated the concern.” I reach up, my hand cupping his jaw as I break out into a fit of giggles.

“You are so cute,” I coo, and he rolls his eyes before pressing his finger down on my clit and I jerk upward as if I’m trying to escape his touch. We both know that’s not the case.

“I’ll show you just how cute I am.” The words send a wave of heat down my spine that pool around him, practically leaking out around his cock as he begins his movements back up, blue eyes looking down on me with affection and lust. I relish in his attention with a small smile.

“Please do, Agent Kennedy.” Oh how the tables have turned. He chuckles, leaning back down to cage me in between his arms again.

“You’re in for it now, sunshine.” The tender moment has faded, lips and tongues pressed together in hot kisses as sweaty bodies move in tandem. The knot in my core tightens as my fingers squeeze around the firm muscles of his shoulders, and the sounds leaving my mouth are downright pornographic. I can barely focus on anything besides the feeling of his skin against mine, the wet sounds between us, and every word he whispers directly into my ear. “Good girl.” “Taking me so well, sunshine.” “You’re fucking perfect.” “Come with me like a good girl.” Each phrase sends a tingle across my skin, my orgasm pulled taunt until it snaps like a rubber band, and I come around him with a muffled ‘I love you’ as he follows, spilling himself inside of me with the same groaned ‘I love you’s. His weight drops for a moment before his arms tighten around me to flip us so that he doesn’t press down on me as we both try to take in much oxygen as we can with labored breaths, my cheek pressed to his rapidly rising and falling chest. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm.” I nod, eyes already drifting with the need for a rest.

“No no no, you gotta pee, sunshine.” His hand pats gently against my ass and I sleepily laugh before getting up and rushing into the bathroom to pee, pulling on my panties on my way back. I stop in the doorway, looking at him resting in bed, having flipped over onto his stomach, arms tucked under his pillow.

The chill of the air forces me back into bed quickly though, hopping over Leon to get to my side. My side. His face pressed into the soft fabric of his pillow, and I lay down on his back - practically laying on him - before running my fingers across the raised skin on his right shoulder. This was from when I patched him up for the first time.

“Will I ever get to hear the stories behind your scars?” I find myself asking in a hushed tone as if I’ll wake up from a dream if I speak too loud. I trace what was once that gash the size of my forearm with a delicate touch. Light, soft. He shifts around, moving his face out of the pillow to speak.

“Which ones do you wanna know about?” He mumbles. He’s clearly tired, but he’s humoring me, which is just like him.

“All of them,” I admit. He shivers beneath me, my digits still tracing over marred skin. I feel him huff out a laugh from his back against my cheek.

“Nurse Nosy. That’s never gonna change is it?” He teases. I gasp in mock offense, ready to retort with someone that most definitely would have been witty and clever. “That one was from an axe.” I tilt my head, confused for a moment before I realize he’s talking about the scar.

“It was an axe?” I ask skeptically, sitting up so that I’m sitting on his lower back, legs on either side of his torso bent at the knee. He nods against the pillow.

“Guy grabbed the axe from the fire emergency kit.” I look at the skin, and suddenly it feels different. It feels raw, and intimate, and scary. Before I can think twice, I lean forward, pressing my lips to the marred flesh. Leon tenses, every muscle in his body going rigid and I begin to sit up before his arm comes out from under the pillow, catching my attention.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t hav-”

“It’s okay. It’s okay for you to do that.” He whispers, and I can faintly see the tint of a blush on his cheeks and nose. Leaning back down again, palms resting on the warm skin of his back, I press kisses along the length of the gash before I sit back up, hands not leaving his skin as I move them to the long thin scar that runs from his left shoulder diagonally over his spine, ending at the bottom of his ribs on the right side. The one I patched here, in our apartment. On our couch.

“What about this one?”

“That is from when I was dealing with one guy, another snuck up behind me with a knife. I was really lucky I moved when I did.” The idea of him almost dying isn’t a pleasant thought in the slightest, so I opt to lean down, giving this scar the same treatment as the last one, kisses tenderly placed across it. My eyes move to the small circular wound on his left shoulder. I trace the edges of it, noting how his breath catches. This was caused by a bullet.

“And this one?” I ask, hesitant. He’s never mentioned this one before, and it certainly wasn’t one myself or any of the DSOs doctors did. He takes a deep breath, my body rising slightly as his chest expands before he releases it.

“I was shot. I was trying to protect this girl, her name is Ada. I took the bullet for her. I don’t know if it was some stupid crush or a general sense of duty, but I jumped in front of her.” He tries to keep his tone impassive, but I can tell. I can always tell with him.

“Ada? You’ve never mentioned anyone named Ada before,” I question. He takes a long pause, so long that for a moment I wonder if he’s going to ignore the question altogether.

“She was a mercenary that I met in Raccoon City. Granted, I didn’t know she was a mercenary at the time. She claimed she was FBI, and young and naive as I was, I believed her. She used me to do her dirty work.” He explains, and it’s impossible to miss the sadness in his voice. The betrayal. It’s as fresh as it was the day in Raccoon City.

“What happened to her?” I ask. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Well up until last August, I thought she was dead. She fell in Umbrella’s lab when it started coming down. I couldn’t pull her up. But then she was in Spain, tried to convince me to leave Ashley behind and go with her.”

“But you said no?”

“I did.”

“Why?” He shifts his head, looking back at me before chuckling.

“I promised Ashley I’d get her home.” He says before quietly adding, “And I promised myself that I’d come home to you.” Another light kiss pressed right on the old wound. The old memory. Sitting up, I scan his back, trailing my fingers across scarred flesh before I speak up.

“Can I do the ones on your front?” It’s practically a whisper. Surprisingly, he nods, flipping beneath me so that I’m now resting on his abdomen. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” It’s a fair question, given the shining of tears I can see forming in his eyes from the moonlight shining. He nods.

“Yeah. I’m just not used to anyone being so… gentle. Not with me anyways. But I trust you.”

It’s hard not to shiver at the feeling of hard muscle under my covered core, but I ignore it in favor of poking a small cut on his bicep. He chuckles, cheeks dusted pink.

“Uh oh. What was this one?” His laugh is contagious, my own chuckle coming out at the notice of his laughter.

“It was so stupid. One of the guys I was training with decided he wanted to spar, and in the middle, one of the higher-ups walked in.” He starts, his hands resting on my thighs, the warmth just enough to keep me from needing pants. “Well being the 21-year-old that I was, I wanted to try and show off. I ended up fucking up something and caught myself with the blade.” It’s cute to see him embarrassed.

“Well, at least it’s a good story.” I giggle, before pressing a kiss on the old wound. I grip his hand, the one that had the burn, the skin completely healed, almost appearing like nothing had happened at all. A soft kiss pressed there too.

“Guy had a torch. It caught my glove.” I look up at his explanation, smiling before placing a series of kisses there, one on each knuckle before I set his hand back on my thigh. The scar in the center of his chest. I place my palm on it, the length of it longer than my hand from wrist to the tip of my middle finger.

“What about this one?” A deep breath, steadying. Calming. He’ll tell me if he’s not comfortable talking about it. I need to trust that he will.

“It happened in Spain. There were these… Parasites. It’s what they were using to control the people. They infected me. I know I should have told you soon-”

“Ashley told me. Back at the white house, at that party where you tricked me into coming with you.”

“She told you?” He questions, confusion in his voice as his eyebrows raise. “She told you what they were or…”

“She told me they were parasites. And that both of you were infected, but were cured. I didn’t wanna push you into talking about it, so I never brought up that I knew,” I admit, suddenly feeling as if I’ve hidden some vital detail from him. That feeling is washed away as his chest begins to move with his laugh.

“She would be the one to blab about that.” He chuckles again to himself lightly. “But this is the scar left from the removal.” I kiss it, right in the center before kissing my way up his chest, stopping at a scar on the left side of his jaw. It’s small, almost unnoticeable. “Before you ask, I was shaving with a razor that was dull as hell. It left this as a reminder to change my razors more often.” I giggle into his neck, nose tracing across the line of his jawbone before I place a soft kiss on it. My lips continue to press wet kisses at any exposed skin I can reach without sitting up.

“I’ll ask about more another time. We’ve got lots of time.” His arms come up to wrap around my shoulders, my naked chest pressed against his, able to feel his heartbeat under me. The silence stretches on, and I almost wonder if he has dozed off before he speaks.

“Marry me.” I press on his chest until I’m hovering over him, shock widening my eyes.

“What?” He’s not serious.

“You heard me,” he comments, eyes still shining with tears. Because no one has ever been so soft with him. No one has ever treated him like a person, they’ve only seen Leon S. Kennedy, STRATCOM’s golden boy. “Marry me.”

“You did good.” I turn quickly toward the door at hearing his voice again.

“Sorry?” My voice is quieter than intended, almost making it sound like I’m afraid. Agent Kennedy’s head tilts, looking over his shoulder, no smile, just looking.

“You did a good job. You took good care of your first victim.” For a moment, and only a moment, I see a glimmer of a smirk flit across his mouth before he’s gone, the echo of his boots practically filling my ears as he makes his way down the hallway.

“Really? You? A cop?” The revelation takes me by surprise, although it probably shouldn’t have. My eyebrows rise in shock.

“Yeah, believe it or not. Ended up here through sheer dumb luck.” The way he says ‘dumb luck’, it sounds like there’s more he wishes he could say but can’t.

“Well, then it sounds like you’re pretty brave yourself, Agent Kennedy.” The clipboard handed to him. Him signing it with a scratching across the paper. His hands, bruised knuckles and all, returning it to me.

“Nurse Nosy!” I turn, irritation growing on my face as he quickly makes his way over to me.

“Can you pick a different nickname, please?” I ask, and he ignores the question in favor of his own request.

“A couple of friends and I are grabbing drinks tonight. Come with.” It takes me by surprise, him inviting me out with his friends.

“Look, if this is a pity thing, it’s fine. I’m content in my loneliness.”

“It’s not. I’m just trying t-”

“To help?” His sentence is finished by me, and for a brief second, I see a flash of embarrassment on his cheeks due to the nature of my line of questioning the first time we met.

“I’m just trying to invite you out for a drink. That’s all.”

Looking up, I see Leon slide his arms into his own jacket, the leather practically molding to his stature, and I have to contain a groan at the sight as he zips it. I completely lose focus for a moment, only brought out of it as his fingers knock against my forehead teasingly. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Sorry, but my thoughts cost a dollar,” I sass, taking the helmet as he hands it to me and pulling it onto my head.

“Well, remind me to start saving up.” Another godforsaken wink. Fuck. Don’t. Leon, I’m begging you. Don’t make me fall in love with you. I can’t.

“Well apparently, it does, in fact, matter. Which sucks. I would need to find someone who could put up with not knowing when I’ll be here and when I won’t.” He glares at the ceiling as if it’s personally offended him, furrowed brows and lips curled downward. Don’t. Don’t fucking say it. Don’t.

“I could.” Had to open my fucking mouth. Leon’s eyes immediately snap to me, his frown replaced with a surprised expression.

“What?” He asks, almost in disbelief.

“I have an extra room. And I don’t mind the chaotic schedule,” I mumble, suddenly very embarrassed by my outburst. “Plus, I could keep your plant alive.” He finally cracks a smile as he laughs.

“You’re serious?”

“I mean, you’ll have to help with rent. And groceries when you’re here, but, yeah. If you want, the spare’s yours.”

“Will you do that for a little longer?”

“What?” He gestures to his head.

“Your fingers in my hair.” Don’t.

“Of course. Come here.” I scoot back, grabbing the pillow from the floor and placing it behind me so I can rest against it, flipping the lamp off before laying down completely. Leon finds the blanket draped over the back of the couch, tugging it over his back and my legs before resting his head on the middle of my chest, and while I knew this was coming, it still took me by surprise. I settle with his head there, his face turned toward the TV I know he’s not actually watching.

“Your heart’s beating really fast,” he slurs, already on the brink of sleep as I thread my fingers through his blonde locks once more, finger combing the strands until I feel him start to snore again, a light sound that could almost be mistaken for breathing if you weren’t listening. But of course, I was listening. I’m always listening when it comes to him.

I fall asleep like this as well, his head on my chest, the smell of his citrusy shampoo in my nose, his breath warming the fabric of my thin sleep shirt, and my fingers in his hair.

5. “What are 5 things you can see right now?”

“You.” His voice is trembling. I can practically feel my heart splintering inside my chest.

“Good. What else?”

“Yellow of your shirt.” I nod encouragingly. “Your radio has green numbers.” Good. “The red straw of the cup in your cupholder.” One more. “Your keychain has a picture of you and your sister on it.”

4. “What are 4 things you can feel right now? Physically.”

“Your hands on my jaw.” One. “The seat under me.” Two. “My hands on your legs.” Three. “The sweat on my forehead.” Four. Good.

3. “What are 3 things you can hear?”

“Your voice.”

“Mhm. Good.”

“Birds outside of the car.” One more, Leon. “The blood pounding in my ears.”

2. “What are 2 things you can smell?”

“The car’s air freshener. It’s lavender.”

“Good nose.” I whisper, trying to bring a smile to my own face in reassurance.

“Your perfume. It’s vanilla.”

“You’re doing really well, Leon.”

1. “What is 1 thing you can taste?”

“I don’t know, I can’t-” My hands find the gum in my center console, unwrapping it and offering it to him. He opens his mouth without question, refusing to break eye contact as I pop the spearmint strip into his mouth. He chews it, the familiar flavor and texture seemingly bringing him a sense of calm.

“What is one thing you can taste, Leon?”

“My gum.”

“You were there.” I’m not tired anymore.

“Sorry?”

“In Raccoon City. You were there in my nightmare.” He pauses, taking in a breath, his heart stuttering inside his chest. “You were hurt, and I tried so hard to fix it, but…” I run my hand in comforting circles across his shoulder blade as he pauses, taking a breath. “You turned. And I had to…” Oh.

He came in here to make sure I was still alive.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, Superman.”

“Superman?” He questions the nickname, and I can hear the smile that adorns his lips.

“Yeah. You’re basically Superman.” Words mumbled into his chest, his arm underneath my head bending to run fingers through the strands that have fallen free from the messy bun at the top of my head.

“She really cares about you, you know that?” Silence. I wish I knew if it was because of some unspoken conversation or if Leon truly just doesn’t know what to say. “She loves hard. Friendships, romance, family. Doesn’t seem to matter to her. If she loves you, she really loves you.”

“I know.” What? “God, don’t I know it. She’s one of the few things in this fucked up world that actually makes me think it’s worth it.”

“I saw you, man. I saw the way you looked at her.”

There he is. He’s dirty, face covered in smudges of mud and what I assume is blood, and there is a bandage on his jaw. His arms are littered with cuts and his right hand is encircled in white sterile wrapping, and beneath the thigh of his black cargo pants - which have a very large hole - there is more wrapping. His eyes practically droop under the weight of the dark circles resting below the multitude of blue swirls, blonde hair stringy and clearly in need of a wash hanging down to graze his cheek.

“I sure hope you didn’t give them too hard of a time, Nurse Nosy.” Tears swell in my eyes at his tone, the final nail in the coffin that it’s him.

“Leon?” He opens his arms just like he always does, and despite the nightmare looming in my brain, I bolt toward him, uncaring of the mud seeping into my socks until my arms are around his shoulders and his are squeezing my middle, lifting my feet off the muddy ground.

“Keeping my hoodie warm for me, sweetheart?” He teases in my ear and I let myself cry, tears streaming from my closed eyelids as I sniffle, refusing to let go of him for the first time since I met him. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart, you’re not wearing shoes.” Given my lack of coherency, my muscles move unconsciously, winding around his waist. His nose in my hair, lips against my scalp, arms tight around my ribs. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

“I never thought I’d be able to care about someone again, not after everything that happened, but then…” He pauses, just long enough for me to wonder if he had fallen asleep right here and now.

“Then what?”

“Then I found you.” We’re silent for a long moment, him because I presume he’s finished speaking, and me because I am attempting to process his words as they circle around my mind, bumping into the sides violently.

“I care about you too, Leon,” I mumble, forearms wrapping around his head in some kind of strange hug. He shakes his head, his temples pressing against my biceps in disagreement.

“It’s not the same.”

“Well, he told me that you are a nurse and that you guys are best friends.” I visibly relax, thinking it’s nothing to make my mind short-circuit. Then she keeps going. “He said that he doesn’t feel like he’s home after a mission until he’s gotten one of your hugs. That you always smell like warm vanilla, despite your hands always being cold. Said you’re the only one who has ever made him feel safe. Like really, truly safe. He told me that you can’t choose between pink and yellow as your favorite color, and that it changes based on the day. You love lavender, but orchids hold a special place in your heart.”

“I don’t know how he remembers all that…” It’s all I can think to say, having finished off the glass of wine, my fingers tangle together, trying to resist the urge to pick at my cuticles.

“Do you remember those things about him?”

“Of course I do. But it’s different, I-” Stop. Don’t do this. Don’t say it out loud.

“I mean, he told me that he lo-”

“There you girls are.” Leon’s there. Standing in the doorway, suit jacket unbuttoned and tie loosened, and I want to beg Ashley to ‘please, just finish the sentence.’ But I don’t.

“We don’t have to actually-” his hand slides under my chin, tilting my head up and before I can even process it, his lips press to mine. It’s short-lived, but it’s impossible to miss the subtle taste of eggnog and rum. The warmth. Spearmint. His lips are chapped, although that hardly matters at the moment, heart fluttering against my chest as he pulls back, just enough for our noses to brush again. I am never going to be able to forget this.

“Thank you.” Neither of us have opened our eyes, almost afraid to break these precious seconds.

“For what?” I whisper back.

“For everything.”

“Leon Scott Kennedy, you are an impossible man,” I mumble breathily, dropping my head to rest against his clavicle. “You changed the one thing I thought I knew about myself.”

“And what’s that?” I feel his words roll from his chest beneath my cheek.

“I’m not content in my loneliness anymore.” The words are practically whispered by this point.

“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.”

“Technically, you didn’t ask a question. You definitely phrased it as more of a statement.” I can practically hear his eye roll, followed by a deep sigh of exasperation. “You always were my first victim.”

“And I’m gonna be your last, right?” He’s nervous now, the inquiry coming out much quieter. Anxious.

“Yeah,” I agree, and his muscles relax under me. I didn’t even feel them tense up.

“So?” Leon’s hands rub softly across the skin of my back, soothing despite the rough calluses I know he has. It reminds me of the tenderness he is capable of, never mind the hell that he has been through. I sit up again, just enough so that our noses brush, breaths mingling in the space between our kiss-swollen lips.

“Do I get to pick the flowers?” I tease, a small smile growing across my lips. Leon’s blue eyes roll as his own smile appears, a huff of a laugh puffing against my face.

“Yes or no, Nurse Nosy?”

“Yes.”

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Gathering Act III: Culling ritual

The next day I woke up in Dexter and Connor’s apartment. All of our significant others had schedules so it was a “guys” day for the time being after showering and getting ready we all went to get breakfast. When we got to the spot you'll never guess who we saw there. Because I know I wouldn't. So there's the scenario we are sitting about to order food when in walks this brunette lady with a mask on. She has a cap on so no one can recognize her.

“I'll tell you later,” I say. I approach the young lady as non-menacingly as possible she looks up at me and I ask, “I'm pretty sure you get this a lot but by chance are you Sana of twice? I say loud enough so she can hear me but not loud enough to make a scene. The young woman smiles with wide eyes and pulls me to sit down with her.

“How did you know? No one else knew it was me.”

“Well, you have a Sana walk,” I said. I tried to keep my language simple so she could reply as I remembered she struggled with English.

“A Sana walk… I like that. So I take it you are once?” she asked. I nodded she moved closer and put her arm around me “You seem familiar.” she said with a hungry smile I hesitated because the aura she gave off was extremely similar to the succubi I had faced in the past.

“Well I went to one of y'all concerts a while back so maybe that's it,” I said.

Sana stroked my chin and said, “No that's not it. So what brings a strong psionic like you here.” her words sent all kinds of alarms in my head. So I chose my next words carefully

“Oh I was getting food and I saw you and wanted to ask if you would sign this,” I said as I pulled out a photo card.

“Do you have a pen?” Sana asked with a hungry smile. I nodded as I space-sifted a gold metallic Sharpie and handed it to her. Sana took the card out of the sleeve before signing it. “You know Slime Hydra I am surprised to see you here.” I freeze at her words. Sana takes off the mask and smiles again. She asks for my phone and against my better judgment I am beguiled to give it to her. She smiles as she opens it and puts her number in as she has me do the same with hers. “See now we're friends.” She says. I turn to her and face her as she puts the mask on.

“How do you know me?” I ask worried

“Oh, Dahyun’s friend Gahyeon mentions her crazy little brother. Also, you're pretty big news having fought at an award show after winning song of the year.” Sana teases

Broken out of whatever trance I was in I said in a louder tone “Younger brother? I'm older than her!”

“Oh, there's the excitement I've heard so much about.” Sana teased

I relaxed enough to talk to Sana like she was a regular person so I asked the following, “Okay what's your deal? Are you a succubus?”

Sana's eyes widened as she said “Straight to the point like Siyeon. Tell you what tell me your deal and I'll tell you mine.”

“I'm just a normal psionic,” I respond

“That's it?” Sana questions

“Yeah my power is just super weird and I have had it for so long it's been able to evolve twice not three times as of my 21st birthday,” I explain

“Evolve three times so that means you've had your power since you were one year old!” Sana exclaims

“Yeah, it has kinda been a pain, to be honest,” I reply

“Really?” Sana asked

“Yeah,” I confided.

“So how does it work I have been told and seen different things,” Sana asked intrigued

“Well first it was the eating and mimicry, then the slime-making constructs then it evolved to add the aura, and as of recently they have all fused to make slime Hydra I guess as manifestation of all the independent pieces,” I tell her

“Okay, so you aren't a slime Hydra?” Sana asked.

“I don't think so although… I don't know. Lami Orochi has always been in here ”I explained as I pointed to my forehead

“Well since you've been such a good boy I'll let you in on a secret. I am not a succubus but a psionic like you. My power is just similar to one.” Sana explained

“Oh so like Rogue from X-men?” I said

“Who?”Sana asked. I forget that not everyone knows who the X-men are.

“Oh right here's a video,” I said as I showed her a video explaining Rogue.

Sana smiled as she watched then turned to me and said, “Yes I'm that." Sana laughed before adding "Thank you for sitting with me and chatting. You're the first person not to freak out about me.”

“Well, I've seen a lot. So not much phases me. Have a nice day Mrs. Minatozaki.” I say as walk away.

Before I am out of reach Sana grabs me and says “You know we should hang out sometime later. You're pretty cool.”

“If it's a date I'm sorry I can't but as friends sure.”

Sana pouts rolls her eyes and then smiles the hungry smile before saying “Whatever. I'll see you soon. Enjoy the photo card you better not sell it.”

I nod as I head by to Connor and Dexter who had watched the entire thing and we're laughing at me.

“Dude you are so lame.” Connor teased as I sat back down.

“Well excuse me for being starstruck she is one of my ult biases,” I reply

“Oh that's surprising, but isn't Sakura also one of your ult biases?” Dexter added I nod and explain

“My ult biases are as follows Hasuel of Loona, Dami, Sakura, and all of twice. Yujin being my SO also has her special position.”

“So you just can't choose one of Twice?”

“They were my first girl group who got me into K-pop. They will always be my ult biases.”

“That's remarkably wholesome and thoughtful of you.”

“Well, I try to keep all of me in mind (past present, and future) whenever I do things. There will always be a part of me that's that kid who needed an escape when the world got crazy a few years ago, and to him Twice still has his heart on lock.”

My two friends smile at me then Dexter asks, “How do you have such a good relationship with your past?”

I shrug. We sit down and eat together all the while just enjoying each other's time.

We decided to play a fighting game for a little bit while we waited I picked a more set-based play character which didn't go unnoticed by the other two.

"Oh, you're playing him. that track," Connor says confidently

"Oh, really how so?" I ask

"dude you play Sultai," Connor says as if that answers everything

"I don't see how that applies," I say confused

"This gives me a better idea" Dex asserts

"Oh word what is it?" Connor asks

"Come on let's go," Dex says

I watch as Dexter opens a dimensional door. Connor and I walk through followed by Dex who has taken us to an open warehouse area.

"So this is a place where I come to train with my powers free of the public eye. It's a quiet upstate New York abandoned warehouse so we can go all out. (Dex eyed me) Somewhat." Dex explained and I understood what he meant by the somewhat.

"So you want to spare?" I ask

"Yes, I want to see what you're capable of because I have only seen glimpses," Dexter says

"Okay. Hey after this since we are in New York can we get Brooklyn Style Pizza?" I ask

"Oh, 100%," Dexter said

"Cool... Yo, why don't we hang out more often as just guys y'all are super cool." I asked

Connor and dexter blush before smiling. "Well this is the first time we have been able to, and you don't drink so we can't go to bars together," Connor answered

"Ok...I am going to do something that seems scary but bear with me. I have to mentally prepare to fight" I said to Dexter. Dexter nods and tells me to "take all the time I need."

I nod and begin pacing hyping myself up. before yelling "I Know A Ghost" I summon Recollection and Lami-Orochi's full form pops out. behind me. Dexter and Connor watch in awe. Dexter summons a flaming Axe and gets in a ready stance. I snap Recollection into its bowstaff form and run to Dexter. He gives a hefty axe swing which I block with recollection. I split off one of the sections and using the chain the section made an attack. Dexter uses a wall of fire which forces me to back off. after this, he creates a pool of water around him and throws what looks like seeds into it. from the water roots and branches begin to sprout and grow sharp then aim themselves at me. I jump high above the branches and the roots. I reconnect Recollection and throw the weapon down into the plants. slime begins to impede their growth as Recollection spews waves of it. I watch as Dexter snaps his fingers and flames start to overtake the branches before I can react the flames reach my slime causing an explosion and sending me flying. I get up quickly as I see him flying towards me. I roll out of the way of his attack. and make a slime wall that intercepts his next attack with his axe. I try to make some distance. but Dex is fast. so I decided instead to retreat to match his energy. if all he's going to do is press the attack well then I have some ideas. his next swing I dodged by jumping onto the back of his axe and running onto his shoulder where I smacked him with recollection. As I got distance I faced him and turned recollection into its B-formation I ran to the other edge of the warehouse and threw it as Dexter shot a giant fireball at me. the resulting explosion blew us both back. when I came to I looked up to see Dexter smiling. he helped me up

"That was pretty cool," he said as we got up. "I never knew slime could be so versatile," Dexter exclaimed

"Well yeah, non-newtonian liquids are quite fun to use," I say

"You're telling me. I watched you use it as defense offense and more" Connor said running close. "Your weapon is also insane what is it?"

"Oh, that's recollection. it's a multi-tool I use when fighting."

"Multi-tool is right It went from shuriken to nunchucks to bow staw to whatever that thing you did with the spike." Dexter said, "You may not be outright more powerful than me but your versatility and ways to just have to deal with power is crazy." Dex concedes

"Thanks, I say appreciative," I say

"So that slime what was that?" Dexter asks

"I don't know. the most I can say is think of it like mimeoplasm." I say

"Mimeoplasm?" Connor asks

"Yeah like the commander from 2011," I explain

"I don't think I have seen that before," Dexter says to which Connor nods

"Oh okay, I'll pull it up then," I say

"Oh, that thing. okay, that makes more sense." Connor said reading the card and then handing it to Dexter

After our little match and lunch, we headed back to their apartment. Dexter has to run some errands. A little after that Yunjin arrives to talk to Connor, and takes him as well. Leaving me with Chaewon who was with Yunjin when she came in.

Hey Tj-ah."

"Hi Chae how are you today?

"I'm good."

Chaewon sits next to me and smiles. we sit in silence for a moment before she asks, "Hey did you see that Astrid is doing another of the GG mega mixers?"

"No, I didn't tell me more?"

"Well it's Gen three and I know all the Izone girls have agreed to do it. she also got Twice, Dreamcatcher, Red Velvet, Loona, and ClC."

I groan at that, but don't let my emotions run too plainly.

"Oh, why didn't you know? We thought you would be back. She told us she's bringing all the old staff back for the first one?"

"No, she didn't but also me and Astrid aren't in the best place right now," I explain to Chaewon. She looks at me with a worried look.

"So you aren't helping?"

"Not currently."

Chaewon sends a text on her phone before sending a flurry of them. after that Chaewon nestles in closer.

"You know I am dating Yujin right Or at least am trying to?"

"Yeah, but you're just so cuddly and warm. Besides what if she can't be set free what will you do then?" Chaewon defends herself.

I look at her and my confidence falters for a moment. I haven't considered things not working out, even for a moment, "Okay well I will let you chill but..." I say to Chaewon

"I know, I know Yujin can't hear about this," Chaewon says

A few minutes later I get a call from Aurora. Surprised I answered the call

"How did you find out about the GG Mega Mixer?" She yelled.

I walked into the office with Yujin and my nerves were on fire. we were meeting with her Company to ask about the potential of us dating. I was less than enthusiastic. They had made it abundantly clear that they were ready and willing to disband Ive over this. Yujin was less worried.

When we walked in I knew that as soon as they saw me everything about the dynamic changed. the hope that was in the air vanished in an instant, and I turned Yujin. the glint in her eyes dimmed, and I felt the burden I was placing on her career and dream. I had her come back outside with me and I said to her

"Dear, They aren't going to listen."

"What why do you think that?" Yujin asks

"Their looks. It's a look I have seen numerous times." I said

"What do you mean." Yujin questions

They aren't looking at me they are looking at this" I said as I pointed to my skin

"What's wrong with it? I like you that should be enough right?" Yujin asked curiously

"I wish but I don't think they will understand." I ponded

"Why not?" Yujin asks

"Well the first thing that caught my eyes was how their body language changed when I walked in, and you know what, let's go in," I say

Yujin and I walked into the office and the first thing said was, "Why should we entrust our top and most beloved performer to you? What value do we have to gain." They didn't have the courtesy to bring a translator I am assuming that's what they said based on Yujin's disgusted reaction.

Yujin looked at me and I looked at her. We nodded and she said the most brutal thing I have ever heard. "I expected this and yet somehow still and disappointed...ah well. Tj I am sorry I have responsibilities to my girls and this contract. I don't expect you to wait for me, but if you do when I am finished with Ive you're mine."

I smile and say "For sure, but I think Sana is trying to steal me." I tease

"Of course she is," Yujin says as she rolls her eyes

"Don't worry she scares me," I reply

"You scared of her. I learn something new about you every day. Let's go our friends are waiting for us." Yujin teased. I give a thumbs up and follow her.

We arrived back at the Ive dorm where everyone was waiting. I shrug and say. "it's over for now."

I was surprised when Sweet Heart Eunbi let out a string of not-so-sweet heart words. Dexter looked concerned as she went further. I am surprised that all of Ive looks so sad. I look to everyone and shrug before saying "Look it's not ideal but life often isn't we walk off the difficult things we can't shake and fix the things we can. Now if you'll excuse me I have a lot to do helping Astrid win her girlfriend back and setting up this Mega Mixer." the crowd had numerous perplexed faces as I walked out while waving.

I arrived at Astrid Penthouse, and I couldn't bring myself to go in just yet. I needed to make one stop. I went back home to my little apartment in Cali and I just cried. I couldn't cry in front of my friends because I had to appear strong. I also screamed in rage. a lot more of that than the crying to be honest. I had convinced myself that I deserved to be happy with Yujin and I should have known better, but the next time I won't make that mistake. after I was able to emotionally regulate enough to bring myself from a 12 to a 2. I space sifted back to Astrid's I took the elevator and Aurora was the first to see me. She rolled over to me and gave me a tight hug. then she slapped me.

"I missed you, dummy," she said with a pout.

I shrug and say, "Life is strange."

Aurora smiles and then says to me, "Now go be the hero and help our sister." I nod as I walk to Astrid's room. she is still in bed crying. I face her and pick her up.

"Come on Ash we have work to do!" I bellow.

"No, I just want to die," Astrid said between sobs

"No, you don't. You are just emotionally distraught because you got into a fight with your girlfriend whom I am going to help you get back." I challenged

"what do you know about relationships," Astrid questioned

"Enough now come on. Shower you smell like spaghetti and depression." I tease

Alex was walking by and began laughing at my statement. we got in one of her cars after she cleaned herself and we drove to Emma's spot out in Korea. I walked up first and she came out

"Are you here to kill me?" Emma asks

"Nah I come bearing gifts. I say as I gesture to Astrid who's still at the wheel. Astrid waves awkwardly. then Emma turns to me. She shifts uncomfortably.

"Why do this...it doesn't change anything between us?" Emma questions

"Well you make Astrid happy and honestly you two are perfect for each other so...besides I need her at least somewhat normal so we can do this mega mixer. I explain

"So this is a selfish choice." Emma discerns

"Oh completely. you take care of Astrid, and I can focus." I elaborate

"What if I say no?" Emma questions

"I will hype her up to never talk to you ever again I guess?" I answer

"You wouldn't dare." Emma Hisses

"I would and have done this. she is my homie. she's crazy and at times cringe but I love her still. so what will it be?" I propose

"Fine, but this still changes nothing," Emma states matter of fact

"I know. I look forward to our next duel. Could I just ask a favor?" I inquire

"You may and I may or may not grant it." Emma hesitates

"Cool can you not send opponents during filming I'd like to give this all my attention and help your girlfriend produce the best product," I ask

"That is fair." Emma relents

"Great now Go kiss your girlfriend, and make-up already," I say to Emma

Emma walked around me but not before asking.

"How are you handling your break up I heard it was quite abrupt?" She said bluntly

"I am angry, sad, and want her company to burn but honestly, that's the least of my worries," I reply

"Really?" Emma interrogates

"I have a job to do and responsibilities," I say pointing to her and Astrid

Three weeks later Astrid is back to normal and we are working on getting the Mega Mixer into regular and not pre-preproduction. G-idle was also joining which meant we now had more work to do. I spent most of the morning helping Astrid with her paperwork, and getting her coffee among other helpful "assistant-type things." this had to stop though when Twice came in unexpectedly, and my heart did double flips. they entered the building as they owned it and they walked into the office where Astrid and I were working.

The first thing I noticed about the ladies was that they were pretty...like way prettier than what I had seen. Almost too pretty. it set me on edge, which let me focus on their words.

"Hey girls what brings you here?" Astrid asked. Jihyo responds and while they do talk a text shows up on my phone. I open it to see Sana having taken a sneaky picture of me.

"Long time no see." the text says. I look at her and I roll my eyes. before I could text a response I got a notification. It is from a reputable K-pop news sight.

"Dating Scandal: Ive's Yujin dating (I squinted but couldn't make out the name.)" I read the article and my heart sank like a stone. I turned to Astrid and excused myself. I space-sifted back to the warehouse where Dex Connor and I had been training, and for the first time, I just let myself lose it. there was slime in all states everywhere. I thought about texting Yujin about it, but honestly, I was not in the proper headspace to make intelligent choices. so I abstained. which ironically worked out in my favor because I got a text from Sana asking where I went. So I space-sifted back and walked back into the office. all of the ladies of Twice looked at me with various emotions. I tried my best to contain the roller coaster of emotions I was feeling that was until Sana looked at me with an evil grin before Mina asked me the most left-field question I had ever heard.

"Will we be forced to do a bikini beach episode?" Mina asked

The combination of the mental image of Twice in Bikinis but also the absurdity of the question took me out of the funk I was in and straight into a hurricane of confusion.

"Um, What?" I asked

"You're the coordinator/MC...Are we forced to do a Bikini episode?" she asked again this time hesitantly. I brought my hands together as I tried to think of the appropriate answer.

"Um... do y'all want to. I guess I can help set one up, but I...I wasn't planning to. What? What? WHAT?" Astrid seeing me shortcircuit began to laugh, as did Sana, Momo, and Nayeon. I was still trying to process what I just heard though. I walked out again to process what I just heard. As I often do this leads to me deck building. I was working on a Frodo and Sam deck at the time as I wanted something non-blue and Mardu wasn't doing it for me at the time.

A little later Mina walked out she looked at her before laughing. When she saw that I wasn't nearly as jovial she paused and said "I am sorry if I offended you or made you uncomfortable."

"Ah don't worry about it. I just wasn't expecting that." I dismiss her worries and try to not think about everything in my head too much. I go back to the building when I feel eyes still on me. I look over to see Mina still there. she's looking over my shoulder trying to see what I was doing.

Mina sits to my left. I look at her confused "Can I help you?" I ask in a very confused manner. I am trying my best not to sound annoyed because she doesn't deserve that first and second I am trying to make a good impression for this show that we are about to do.

"Oh, I am sorry what's that you playing on your phone," Mina asks

"Oh, this it's Magic The Gathering. A Collectible Card Game I play." I answer

"Oh, that art is pretty...I like the art," Mina coos

"Yeah it's pretty cool, but don't fall into the trap I did when my high school friend introduced me to it," I respond

"Is it not good?" Mina asks surprised

"Honestly that's not the issue the game is fantastic the company who runs it...well less so," I explain

Mina pouts then looks at me confused, and asks, "Oh, Why?"

"Well, the company is money-hungry and it leaves many players in a bind of chasing the high," I say with a blank expression

"Oh. so why do you still play?" Mina asks.

"the same reason I keep living. I live on the hope it will get better, and it always seems on the verge like I can almost taste it," I say plainly.

Mina smiles at me. She leans in closer and I smell her perfume. It's citrus-like. "Why do you like the game?" she asked with that big innocent stare that I have seen numerous times over stuff like Time to Twice and their various other content. It was heartwarming so as I chuckled I indulged her. Her eyes widen with wonder as I explain all of the intricacies that make the game amazing for me, and how commander is the culmination of everything good with the game. She is spellbound as I kinda drone on and on. By the end of my speech, the rest of Twice and Astrid are watching. (I didn't realize it until I looked away from her). Nayeon Momo and Jeongyeon begin to laugh as I turn to them and freeze.

"Oh don't stop because of us." Dahyun teases. Embarrassed I booked it out of there.

As I leave I say to Astrid, "See you tomorrow." before taking the stairs down.

When I got to the lobby I was shocked to see several armed men with guns. they were holding people hostage. I squinted and scratched my head. they hadn't noticed me yet, and I easily could have left them, but sadly Twice, and Twice Ive were some of the hostages, and you know I love Twice, and Ive. Without drawing attention to myself I used my slime to create spikes and discretely stab all of the assailants. After that, I attempted to walk out of the building and back to the penthouse. Before I could however I heard "Tj-ah?" I turned to Yujin, I thought about my response for a moment, but I couldn't come up with anything. She was also walking towards me and I was panicking. so I screamed and space-sifted back to California. Now, could I have handled that better? Yes! I could have 100% but I didn't know what else to do, I was overstimulated and needed some sort of reprieve.

Over the next day, I recovered by not talking to anyone who reached out. I sent texts out to everyone explaining today was an "off day" for me and needed some space.

You wanna know who that didn't stop Mina from reaching out,

"Hey, you left before we could finish our chat. I wanted to continue our chat about Magic The Gathering, and Commander." the text read. For some reason, I indulge her. I give her the speech on how I came to find and understand myself better through Magic and Commander and how it's been quite the Journey. Mina was quite the listener as well, but sadly she had to go. I wished her well though.

after the chat, I felt a familiar pang in my heart. I groaned and said to it "No not now you jerk. I am still processing what happened with Yujin. Please don't do this to me." I knew I had a crush on Mina but I always kept in mind she was astronomically out of reach so I never worried about it. However here I am falling for her, and I didn't want to, but before I could think about it too much there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Emma. She looked unamused but focused.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be, but I need your help," Emma said fast and unamused

I nod and point behind myself before saying, "Oh word? I got you. Should I get my BRIPE stuff?"

Emma groaned, nodded, then said, "Yes God why are you charitable with your time?"

I shrug as I answer, "Well It brings me peace to be so. I follow my peace."

Emma smirks and teases "I am stealing that."

I give her a thumbs-up when I am finished and ready to go. "Cool. Okay, I am ready let's go."

Emma smiles, "Excellent."

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