"Okay everyone, take 5." The director sighed. It was taking unusually long to film this scene. You were becoming quite agitated watching the two actors in front of you say the same lines over and over. The director wanted this scene to be perfect. "Y/N can you get me a coffee?" You looked up to Nijiro. "Yeah." You quickly hopped off your chair and walked to the crafts table.
"I don't know why he can't get it himself." You mumbled to yourself as you made the coffee. "Just because I'm the assistant doesn't mean he's incapable." You groaned. "What was that?" You jumped slightly and turned around to be faced with Nijiro. "Oh, um, nothing. It was nothing." He chucked softly and grabbed the coffee that was on the table.
You sighed in defeat and made your way back to your seat. "Okay everyone, lets get back to filming." The director clapped. Nijiro and Dori got back into their places and began acting out the scene. "Action!" "Aren't you sick of bullying the weak already?" Nijiro spoke as his character, Chishiya. "Where were you hiding?" You yawned and rested your head on the palm of your hand, bored of the seeing the same scene. "There are tons of places for me to hide."
"No! No! Cut! What was that, Nijiro?" The director flailed his arms in the air. "Acting?" He spoke slowly, confused as to what he did wrong. "You call that acting?" The director exclaimed as you laughed. "What's so funny?" Dori called out to ask you. You were silent and soon most of the crew was looking at you. "Nothing?" You spoke quietly to which Nijiro and Dori laughed. "Aren't they cute?" Dori asked Nijiro. "Adorable." Nijiro smiled.
You titled your head in confusion. Did the two hottest people in this room just call you cute? "Enough flirting with the assitant! Do the scene right this time!" The director shrieked. "But, it's just so fun teasing them." Dori pouted. "Then tease them on your own time! We have a deadline people!" He sighed and sat back in his chair. "Action." The two acted out the scene, but this time to the directors liking. "Yes! Perfect! That was magnificent!" The director clapped. "Great work everyone. Take a break, you deserve it."
The director walked off and you scoffed. "Why was that take any different then the others?" You spoke in confusion. "Because we had your motivation to help us through it." Nijiro teased as he sat next to you, grabbing his water in the process. "I wasn't even paying attention." You rolled your eyes. "But your pretty face was still there for us to look at." Dori added. You felt your face heat up. "You guys literally make no sense." You muttered quickly and tilted your head down.
"Look at them blush." Nijiro tilted your head back up. You felt your face heat up even more as they both intensely looked at you. "Pretty." Dori booped your nose. Your breath hitched. They smiled at each other and walked away to the crafts table. "Pretty." You repeated touching the placed they had.
mitsuya.. no one guessed it until he referred to you as his s.o/girlfriend/boyfriend
baji just started talking a lot about you but denied any relationship but they all knew
kazutora— the gang was waiting for him infront of his house and when the door opened, you came out
chifuyu did not shut up about it. talked about you like you were a trophy
smiley,, the gang caught y’all on a date
angry, smiley caught y’all on a date then told everyone😭
hakkai has a split wallpaper of you and mitsuya. or he made you both take a selfie then made it his wallpaper idk. anyways mitsuya was the first to know
seishu often gave you kisses on the cheek regardless of where you were
koko, people were notching the amount of gifts your were receiving with the tag from haji
rindou— accidentally called you by your pet name. it was embarrassing
ran just happened to make out with you when he got excited when he saw you in the middle of a fight
sanzu and you probably did some wack shit on your date and it got onto the news
shinichiro, people started noticing a certain person always visiting the shop for lengthy amounts of time.
izana has no filter, he told everyone straight up
wakasa was extra clingy around you
takeomi would make you sit on his lap when theres crowds
prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader
Edited by: @welcometostayingawake (she's the real MVP)
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Summary:
Doctor Steven Grant accepted a job as a professor at a prestigious college in New England. While you're on your way to your first history class in your second semester of your junior year, you run into an attractive English man at the coffee shop. The two of you hit it off, and since you're both headed in the same direction upon leaving, you decide to walk together. You're both excited to have met someone you have clear chemistry with right off the bat until...you realize that you both were headed to the same building, and that he's your new history professor.
When you discover that there's even more to this man than meets the eye, things get even more complicated than you could've imagined. Loving one man who's almost twice your age in a place where your relationship is forbidden is hard enough, nevermind three.
Chapter Summary:
It's your first day of class, and you meet a nice guy at the coffee shop on your way in. Too bad when you find out he's just out of reach.
Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):
college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded.
Word Count: 3.8k
It was the first day of the semester and you were already looking forward to it being over. With the holidays out of the way, you should be feeling refreshed and ready for the second half of your junior year, but when the sun beat through your dorm room and directly into your eyes, in combination with your screeching alarm, you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed. Your roommate was stirring on the other side of the room in her own bed, and you were sure she felt the same.
Coming back from winter break was never easy. You had to get used to a new schedule, and leave behind the laziness of gorging on food and festivities with your family. You picked up your phone and turned off the alarm with a groan before flopping back over on the mattress. It was only 7:15am.
Layla grumbled into her pillow. “I don’t want to go.”
“Yeah, me neither.” You agreed, throwing your blanket off in a huff.
“What class do you have first?”
“History with… Dr. Grant, I think.” You rolled your eyes.
“Oh, he’s the new professor who came over from England I think.” She sighed and got out of bed.
Her dark curls were a mess and bouncing all around her as she walked over to the small mirror in the wardrobe and picked something out of her teeth. You remembered hearing there was a new professor for this history course after the last one got kicked out for having inappropriate relations with a student, but you had forgotten the name of the replacement until now. History wasn’t really your strong suit anyway.
“My parents told me I have to ask him for tutoring.” You said, picking some clothes out of your drawer. “I flunked last year.”
“I remember.” She said with a hair elastic in her teeth while she pulled her curls back into a messy bun.
You got yourself dressed, put a little makeup on and finished getting ready. The air outside was chilly, and you pulled your coat tightly over yourself. You stopped in at Moonbean Coffee to get your usual pick-me-up before your first class. One of the perks of an open campus was the luxury of grabbing a real coffee before spending hours in a lecture.
The line in front of you was fortunately short, only one person stood between you and the barista. You noticed the man in front of you fumbling around in the pockets of his gray jacket. He let out a sound in frustration.
“Bollocks.” He said under his breath, patting himself down. “I think I left my wallet…”
He looked panicked, and you felt bad, having been in that position before. You decided it was time to do your good samaritan act of the day and you pulled your own wallet out of your bag.
“Here.” You reached around the man and handed the woman at the register a bill.
The man turned to you and his lips curled into a big smile. His tired eyes looked you up and down. You took note of his disheveled appearance. He clearly needed his drink as badly as you did.
“Oh! You don’t have to do that, I’m just-erm…I don’t have to have it.” He said, clearly anxious from your kind gesture. You took note of his thick English accent.
You shrugged and smiled at him comfortingly, “I’d die without my morning coffee. Don’t worry about it.”
“Good morning…” the barista said your name.
“Morning, T.” You said as she got started on your usual drink.
The man still stood there to the side. “That really was very kind of you. Very sweet.” He sipped the cup. “Oh bugger.” He cursed. “That’s hot.” A small chuckle escaped him.
You giggled. “Don’t mention it. I’ve been there, done that.”
His gaze lingered on you, lips still curled in a cheeky grin. He gasped when his wrist buzzed. He looked at it quickly.
“Oh, I really have to get goin’. You come here often, yeah?” He asked, looking at you eagerly.
“Y-yeah, I do.” T handed you your coffee as you handed her another bill and told her to keep the change.
Following him to the door, he opened it for you, letting you out first before exiting as well.
“Good, maybe I’ll catch you another time then, I’ll getcha back.” He nodded. “Alright then. Bye!”
“Yeah, sounds good!” You smiled foolishly at him, “bye.” You waved before realizing he was walking the same direction you were going.
He let out a laugh as you kept pace with him. “Well of course we’re walkin’ the same way. That’s not awkward at all.”
You chuckled, “Well, you can make it up to me now then, walking alone can be boring.”
When you saw the way he looked at you, your stomach fluttered. You’d seen that look before. He was interested in you. The man was clearly older than you, but you didn’t care. He was good looking, and judging by his messy curls, gentle gaze and overall demeanor, he was just your type.
“Alright sure, yeah, I can do that.” He said eagerly.
You introduced yourself. “…what’s your name?”
“Oh, name’s Steven, with a V.”
The two of you started walking in the direction of the building your class would be held in.
“So, Steven, clearly you’re not from around here, what brings you to a small college city like this?” You sipped your warm drink while the two of you walked through the chilly September air, not wanting to rush.
“Well, a job, actually.” He sipped from his cup, too, this time not flinching at the temperature.
“Oh, what do you do for work?” You asked, realizing you were approaching the brick building where your class was held all too quickly. You wished it was just a little further so you could get just another moment with Steven.
He stopped in front of the building, as if he knew you were stopping there before you told him your destination.
“I’m a history professor. This is my stop actually! Sorry, not a long walking partner.” His friendly and naive smile was about to fade when he realized the awful irony of the situation you were both in.
It hit you like a truck, “a-are you…Dr. Grant?” You asked, brows stitched together as your heart dropped into your stomach.
It made sense now: the English accent, out of place in a New England college city, the messy hair, the messenger bag and binder of notes that you just then took notice of. It should’ve been obvious from the moment you met him, everything about his appearance screamed ‘college professor’.
For some reason, this felt awkward. It was obvious just in the short time you’d known this man that you both were somewhat attracted to one another. Not that it was serious, of course, but there was an undeniable flirtatious air surrounding the whole encounter. The way he looked at you, and the way you looked at him, sharing timid smiles between promises of coffee, it was plain as day.
Now, he was shifting awkwardly in front of you as you were tapping the paper cup in your hand deep in thought. There was nothing wrong with buying your new professor a cup of coffee when he forgot his wallet, and there was nothing wrong with your new professor walking his student to class. You were both walking the same way anyway.
“Erm…yeah, yup.” You could see him trying to shake off the fog, the fantasy you both had entertained for the two minute walk.
“Well, that’s so ironic.” You tried to push past it, hoping it would help diffuse the new tension. “I’m in your class.”
He nodded despondently, his dark circled eyes looking to the ground to avoid your gaze. He hastily opened the door for you, and you thanked him as you walked in. You were stiff as a board as you made your way inside the classroom. Even though there was really nothing wrong with the interaction you’d had, something felt maddeningly nerve wracking about the whole situation.
You took a seat somewhere in the middle next to someone you remembered seeing around in other classes last semester, but never remembered her name. You hoped Dr. Grant would take you sitting in the middle table as a way of saying, “that whole interaction was totally normal, not awkward at all, see? I’m sitting in the middle instead of all the way in the back corner to avoid you.” You silently hoped the message translated.
You pulled your laptop out of your bag. You opened it and peered over the top. Dr. Grant’s eyes were stuck on you for a second while he shuffled the papers on his desk before he nervously looked away and sat down.
You tried to look at anything other than him, but you couldn’t help stealing glances at him over the top of your screen. He put his laptop on his desk and opened it. You watched him inconspicuously as he put his jacket around the back of his chair and he pulled out a pair of glasses, placing them on his face. They made him look older, but you didn’t think it made him any less attractive. In fact, you liked the way they looked. You quickly shook the thought from your head.
You need to stop this, you’re acting ridiculous, you told yourself.
“Alright, well.” He stood up, let out a deep exhale, and put the glasses back on the table. The final students were trickling in. “I’m Dr. Grant, but you can all call me Steven. Dr. Grant is a bit formal, innit?” He chuckled, but the rest of the class remained silent. “Alright.” He rubbed his hands together nervously.
You felt bad, seeing him clearly trying to connect with the uncaring class. He messed idly with his dark blue tie before patting it down and clearing his throat.
“Well, I won’t start us off with anything too flashy today. It is the first day after all.” He began.
The lecture was a couple of hours, but Dr. Grant made it feel like it was much shorter than that. He was like a completely different person than the anxious man you’d met at the cafe. He was excited, smiling and full of energy while he taught the first lesson. To see someone so passionate about something sparked excitement and admiration inside you, even if the subject itself wasn’t your strong suit.
The amount of times he said, ‘I mean, wow’, was surprising and more than a little endearing. He certainly had a way of making a topic that you weren’t very adept in much more interesting just from his own enthusiasm. As he was wrapping up the lecture, you checked the clock. 10:20am. Your next class wasn’t until 1:00pm, leaving you plenty of time to talk to him about tutoring. Only tutoring, you reminded yourself.
You felt anxious though, standing there after the last student left. You clutched your satchel to your side like your life depended on it. He didn’t notice you at first, because you’d started to walk away with the crowd, trying to decide if you were even going to ask him to tutor you or not, but then you remembered your father’s words. I’m not paying for you to waste your time in school, you already picked a meaningless major, the least you can do is get decent grades.
You stepped up to his desk and cleared your throat. He peered up over his reading glasses and jumped when he saw you.
“Oh, erm, hi, class is dismissed.” He said anxiously, so different from the person speaking with utmost confidence to fifty or more students just a few minutes ago.
“Yeah, I know,” you started, “I know, I just needed to talk to you about something.”
He started getting nervous, you could see sweat beading on his forehead above his strong eyebrows. If someone asked you why you were so anxious about asking your new history professor to tutor you, you’d tell them you had no idea, but deep down you knew it was because the two of you definitely had a weird connection at the coffee shop.
“Oh, is this about…it’s about the coffee, yeah? I really-”
“N-no, Dr. Grant-“
“Steven.” He corrected you.
“S-Steven.” You cleared your throat once again. “No, I’m, uh, I’m not worried about the coffee. I need to ask for tutoring.”
He pressed a hand to his chest in relief, “Oh, heh, right, yeah, ‘course.” A large smile on his face.
He felt the connection, too, you thought, and he’s relieved you didn’t bring it up.
“Well, there’s plenty of other students around who do that, yeah? Maybe go to the library, I think that’s where you sign up for something like that.” You didn’t know what it was about this man that captivated you, but when his eyes locked on to yours you felt your stomach twist in yearning.
“Um…yeah.” You were wearing a faint smile while accepting his rejection. “Yeah, I guess I can try that. They didn’t have anyone last semester, but maybe they will this time. Thanks.”
It was probably for the best that he didn’t tutor you, judging by his reaction, and that’s not even considering if the connection was real and you hadn’t just made it up. You gave him a friendly nod and turned on your heel toward the exit. Just as you were grabbing the door handle, Steven spoke up.
“Wait, hold on.” He said, standing up. You turned to him. “They probably aren’t very good anyway, the students they have tutoring. Why don’t you come by after your last class on Wednesday? Not sure why time you get finished, but I can make something work.”
“M-my last class on Wednesday gets over at like seven.” You explained.
He shrugged, “M’sure my goldfish will be alright if I get home a bit later than usual.”
“Wow, okay, brilliant, yes Dr. G-uh-Steven!” You couldn’t contain your toothy grin as you thanked him profusely and left.
You felt like you were in a trance for the rest of the day. You’d thought that by not having Steven in your direct line of sight you’d be able to move on from the feeling in your gut, but it only festered. He was occupying your mind. The way he laughed, the way he talked, the way he looked at you, it was maddening.
You kept thinking about his messy hair, wondering what it would feel like to run your fingers through it. When he got nervous just from looking at you, straightening his tie, you wondered what it would look like to have him loosening it, maybe unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. His eyes are what really captivated you, he looked exhausted, but they still shined so brightly when he looked at you, before he’d realized that you were his student.
When you got back to your dorm and turned in for the night, you took it upon yourself to look up your college’s specific rules around student and teacher relationships. Even though the last history professor got fired, you were trying to convince yourself now that there had to be a different reason. There just had to be.
There wasn’t a different reason though. The rules were plain as day: student and professor relationships were a no go. No one seemed to care what happened when you graduated, but until then, it was strictly forbidden. There was even talk in some resources you found about the student being expelled since they are, after all, a consenting adult who knew the consequences of their actions.
With that, it was time to lay your growing need to put yourself in Steven’s presence as much as possible to rest. At least, you wanted to. You couldn’t though, while you lay there in the dark, with Layla snoring on the other side of the room. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked you up and down, his hooded eyes drinking you in, the way he exuded confidence to the class, and then became shy around you immediately after.
Your hand trailed down under your pajama bottoms to your already soaking folds, slick with your desire to know what else Steven was proficient in. You thought about his hands around the coffee cup earlier, how big they looked, veins rippling under the skin when he brought the cup to his lips. You wondered what they felt like, what one of his thick fingers would feel like inside of you. Slipping one of your own fingers inside wasn’t enough, you wanted more, you wanted to feel him.
You wished that you could fit a second finger inside, but it was too tight. You felt hot with need as you pumped in and out of your slick hole, imagining Steven hovering over you. He would tell you how wrong it was to be doing what you were doing as he trailed his hands up your ribcage and to your breasts. Would he moan loudly when he came, or would he be quiet but breathy, pressing his face into the nape of your neck to muffle his sound?
You didn’t know much about sex, not outside of porn that is. You’d done other things before. You’d tried going down on someone, but had a hard time figuring out how to do it right, at least according to the guy you were with. He had tried eating you out, but you found it was either very overrated, or he was really bad at it.
Thinking about those things made you wonder what Dr. Grant’s cock tasted like, or what it felt like. If you couldn’t even fit two fingers, you weren’t sure how you were going to manage to take him. Just thinking about it was making your arousal become unbearable. You needed him, badly, no matter how wrong you knew it was.
You could hardly take it, feeling your orgasm approaching as you fingered yourself to thoughts of your history professor. You decided you didn’t really care what he sounded like when he came, you just ached to hear him. It almost hurt how hard you bit your lip when your cunt clamped in waves over your lone digit. Your breathing was heavy, and when you felt clarity once more, you fell back onto your pillow. You had to let it go, you had to get over him somehow.
But Steven had to get over you, too.
When he got home that night after a long day of classes, he found himself standing in front of his mirror. It had been so long since he’d heard their voices. At least a couple of months. They said they wouldn’t come back, they said they would stay in the headspace, and that they wouldn’t say a word. They hadn’t said anything specific yet, but he could hear them becoming more active since that morning.
That wasn’t the only thing bothering him, the thought of you danced in his mind. You were there, causing his heart to race; causing him to feel a pang of guilt that was vastly outweighed by the arousal building behind his zipper. He had been fighting the pressure all day, fighting the heady thoughts. Steven liked to think he was mentally stronger than the primal desires that came with sex, but just seeing you in that coffee shop that morning, and the way you looked at him, it kept playing in his head over and over again like a movie.
It got to a point that he couldn’t bear the ache any longer. He took off his pants and boxer-briefs, freeing his weeping erection. He crawled into bed, not even bothering to remove his jacket or shirt, as he was too eager. Nothing had inspired him to relieve himself like this in a long, long time. He crawled into bed and laid down on his back, taking his cock into his closed fist.
Dry…s’dry, need some…
He leaned up, spitting a glob of saliva into his palm before going back to work on himself. He gripped his length, sliding over it with his fist much easier now, tossing his head back as he reached the tip. He ran his hand through his curls to get them out of his face, looking down at his cock while he thrust upward into his fingers.
“F-fu…” He said, trembling slightly.
He kept thinking about you, your hair, your sweet lips, the way you giggled when he burned himself on his hot coffee that morning. He whined, reaching down to grab the sheet at his side. He exhaled sharply, continuing to glide into his palm smoothly, increasing speed as he got even closer. The way your face lit up when he agreed to tutor you was etched into his memory.
So young, though…he thought, too young…
It didn’t stop him from bringing his hand back to his mouth, adding more saliva to continue jerking his length. He was putting his hips into it now, imagining what it would be like to have you, just for a second he let himself go there in his mind. He thought about having you on top of him, legs on either side of his hips. You, lowering yourself over his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt. Another whine escaped him. You were so pretty, he imagined looking up at you, maybe you’d bite your lip and throw your head back with a moan. Maybe you’d grab your breast, pinching the nipple, maybe you’d tell him how good he felt inside of you. That’s all it took. He filled the apartment with his moans as he coated his fingers and abdomen in hot sticky cum.
Steven’s brain was empty, other than thoughts of you that still plagued him. He’d hoped that by doing this, it would help him let it go, but now he wished you were there for different reasons. You were so bubbly and full of energy. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to learn more about you, get to know what else makes you laugh.
With a heavy sigh, Steven slid off the bed, careful to keep his cum coated fingers from touching anything. He turned on the light in the bathroom and started rinsing his hands in the sink, finishing and grabbing a towel. When he started drying his hands, his eyes looked up into the mirror again.
His heart stopped. He waved at himself, checking to make sure his reflection kept up. They said they weren’t coming back…
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Summary: After finding your naked, lifeless body tied with rope to a bed in a hospital that Joel and Ellie were raiding, the two rescued you and took you back to Jackson in hopes of figuring out what the hell happened to you. Why did these savages have you tied up and bruised, and where the hell did they take you from? Sadly, you were affected with amnesia due to the amount of physical abuse that you had gone through, not remembering what happened that led you to be kidnapped and tied up by the group of men Joel saved you from. In an attempt to slowly integrate you within the community of Jackson until you regained your memories, you began to live with Joel, finding yourself becoming enamored with him. Quickly though, you found out that the desperation of figuring out what happened to your community and to your younger brother was starting to distance you from the man you had grown to love.
Warnings: Overall: Smut, Explicit violence, mentions of non/con but no actual descriptions.
Han Joo Won and Lee Dong Sik: the moment was enough
credit: Beyond Evil, episode 13 / If I stay - Gail Forman / The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath - Slyvia Plath / Beyond Evil, episode 15 / Beyond Evil, episode 15 / Beyond Evil, episode 16 / All About Love - Bell Hooks / quote by Daniel Saint / Beyond Evil, episode 16 / The Waves - Virginia Woolf / Beyond Evil, episode 15
This is how Jake fell in love with the reader and how Jake revealed himself to the reader, Marc and Steven. This is a prequel to all my fics.
Named after the song, but it has a sweet ending
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At first he was hesitant and weary of you. What if you are a threat and a risk to the system?
Marc and Steven doesn't know about him yet, but they doubt something. He never fronts in your presence.
He then finds out the only risk with you is, the risk of him actually caring about you. As sweet and gentle as you are, you are quite fierce when you wanted to be.
As you get into a relationship with Marc and Steven, you start to notice little and very subtle things. Sometimes when you are cuddling Steven, his gaze is quite different, and he gets uncharacteristically quiet. You don't ask him about it.
When you are talking and doing simple domestic things like grocery shopping, Marc's voice is bit off and has a frown on his face, but still you don't point it out.
You have doubts, but you never bring it up. You know that this is not your boyfriends. You knew he is the other alter. You don't know his name, but you get a true glimpse of him now and then. And he is never hostile to you, never. In fact, he gets really protective of you. And you let him enjoy your presence, and let him feel like he belongs together with you like Marc and Steven too. Like, he is a part of your family too.
He is a part of your family, you knew that.
One day, you are on a casual stroll with 'Marc' and you smile to yourself when his voice slips and you can almost hear an accent different from Steven and Marc. But again, you don't point it out.
You finally bring it up with Marc and Steven when you are so sure of his presence.
Of course, they are taken aback, but not too surprised. They are welcoming and accepting towards him, but they don't want to push him to reveal himself either.
You notice the way his deep eyes sparkle, just a little bit, when you walk past an adorable bakery.
You reach out to tug his hand, "Hey," you call out softly, "wanna check it out? I'm craving something sweet" and the word matches your smile. You watch him trying not to get too excited.
You are always careful to not adress him as 'Steven' or 'Marc' when he fronts. You hope and you believe he would reveal himself to you, Marc and Steven when he is ready. Until then, you pretend not to know about him and let him enjoy the little things.
And you give him the sense of belonging; part of being a family—your family with your boys.
"Babe.." you start, your voice is not too soft and not too firm. It's casual, like you are you going to say a casual thing. You sit with him on a park bench eating cupcakes, happily. "You know, I care about you, right?" your voice softens a little, gazing into his eyes.
This is not Marc or Steven.
You stretch your hand out to touch his cheek. He freezes, closing his eyes. He doesn't lean into your touch, but he doesn't flinch either. He doesn't say anything.
"You can be yourself, you know?"
Tears threaten to pool and spill from his eyes.
What is this odd feeling? Is this what being loved feels like? To have someone truly care for you? Do you really care about him and love him? Gods, no. You love Steven. You love Marc, but him? No, no, no. He moves away from you in an instant like your touch was hot coal and your words were Russell's viper's venom. He gets up and takes a couple step back from you, turning around to hide his face. He doesn't want you to see him crying.
A flash of hurt passes your eyes.
You see him move his hand to wipe his eyes.
He is scared. He is scared how your love and care makes him feel. To him, this new sensation was terrifying, yet he wanted it, needed it. This new sense of belonging and love. He is scared that once you know about him, you won't meet his eyes the same way you do when he pretends to be Marc and Steven. He is scared he won't get called 'Babe' 'Baby' 'Love' and other sweet names by you again.
He is scared, but you know this is when he needs your acceptance and care the most. And he gets it from your ever loving, gentle hands.
You immediately get up, take a tentative step towards him. You stretch out carefully and touch his arm lightly.
He turns around, not flinching from touch now.
You are beyond happy for it.
"I-" his voice cracks, and he shakes his head a little. He lets out a shaky cry.
"Hey, hey" you coo gently, "It's okay" you reach out to touch his face and cradle his face between your palms. "I know, I know"
When his eyes meets yours, the love and adoration didn't change one bit. You love him. He cries again.
You fear he would pull away again, but he doesn't. Instead, he puts his arms around you, and buries his face on the crook of your neck, finding comfort, safety and love in your arms. He trusts his heart is safe with you. You are his safe place.
"It's okay, it's okay, baby" you let him cry, and rub his back and arms in soothing, calming manner.
There it is again, you loved him even though you knew he was not Marc or Steven. You would still call him your love and baby.
He doesn't have to pretend anymore.
He let Marc and Steven to see him. They are co-concious now. And he hears supportive, encouraging words from them in headspace.
He doesn't have to hide and stay hidden in the shadows. He is finally home—with you, and Marc and Steven.
He can have this, he can have you. He can be a part of your family, with Marc and Steven.
He pulls away from you and stands back a bit to see your face, this time he looks sure of himself. He is not hesitant.
"Jake Lockley" his voice is unrestrained. His accent is thick. He sounds free, relieved. Gods, he sounds sexy as hell.
"Jake, I care about you and I love you" you don't hesitate one second.
Tears glistens in his eyes again.
He doesn't have to say it back. You know it already. You step closer to hug him. And he lets you. You pull back after few minutes to see his face and smile, "Hi"
He is still holding you in his arms, "Hola." A small smile graces his handsome features.
You swear it's one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen. You smile again and hug him tightly.
He is finally home and he doesn't have to hide anymore.
He doesn't have to love you from afar. He doesn't have to longingly watch Steven and Marc bond, hidden in the shadows. He can be part of it too.
paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship
genre: fluffy af you could float on it mentally like a cloud ☁️
a/n: for the lovely person who requested more tiktok couple trends with the moon boys.
tagging: @twwcs
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Steven:
He was on his way to work when he said, "I love you! Laters Gators!", he was outside the door.
But when you didn't say it back, he immediately pokes his head in. "Love?"
"Hmm?" you look up from your position, sitting on a dining chair.
"I said I love you"
"Hmm"
"Hello?" he waves his hand in front of you, walking towards you. "Darling?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"I love you"
"I know"
He looks confused for a second before he realises, "This is one of your pranks, innit?", he shakes his head slightly, his curls following the direction.
You can't hold your laugh anymore.
"Alright, that's it. I need you to say it, now, darling. Can't go without it. I love you!" he bends down to kiss your cheek. He presses his lips on your cheek, neck, nose, all over your face"
"I love you!" you blurt out, still giggling and capturing his lips with yours. "So much"
"That wasn't so hard, was it, love?" now he is the one smiling.
"You know I love you" your expression softens, you reach out to touch his cheek.
"I know, darling. I know", smiling, he takes your fingers closer to his lips and kisses the tips and then back of your hand, making your heart flutter with warmth and familiar love.
You can't help but smile. How did you get so lucky?
Marc:
"Anything else?"
"Hmm, just grab some chocolates on the way, thanks!"
Marc wanted to run for quick grocery shopping.
"Got it, I love you!"
"Okay"
He stops in his tracks, frowning. "Baby, did you forget something?"
You put on your serious thinking face, pretending to think, "Nope, just the chocolates"
Okay, maybe you didn't realise it.
"I love you, sweetheart"
You hum in response, not moving an inch from the couch you are sitting down comfortably.
He lets out a sigh. "Now you are doing it on purpose"
"Doing what?" you feign innocence.
"Say it back" he sounds serious, his eyebrows meeting together in concentration. He strides towards you, sitting next to you grumpily. "I'm not going out. Say it back", his expression softens a bit, his voice like a silent plea.
He yearns for it. Simple confirmation of reciprocated love.
"Marc" you laugh softly, giving in. You cup his face tenderly and caress his cheek with your thumb.
"I love you", a kiss on his forehead. "I love you", a reminder. "I love you", everything is alright. "I love you", a promise.
His face eases into a lovely smile.
"Ah, there. Better now. You look so handsome when you lose that grumpy eagle expression"
"What now?"
"Nothing" you kiss his lips.
"What grumpy eagle?"
"I love you, baby!", you get up and make your way to the kitchen to grab a snack, giggling to yourself.
"What grumpy eagle?" he asks again with serious voice, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Y/n/n?" he follows you to the kitchen making you laugh again.
Jake:
"I'll pick you up today, wait for me, querida" he unlocked the car door. "I love you, princesa"
Jake wanted to drop you off at work today, even though you insisted you could take the bus. What? His princesa taking the bus? Not on his watch.
"Mm hmm" you nod, opening the door and getting out.
You didn't even make full ten steps, he hurriedly gets out of the car, following you and grabbing your hand.
"Cariño, did you forget it?" he gives you cocky smirk.
"Oh, silly me" you smile and lean to kiss his cheek.
"Princesa" the cockiness in his voice was gone.
"Right" you peck his lips.
He still doesn't let go of your hand.
"What's wrong, Jake?" you ask with a subtle mischievous smile tugging at corners of your lips.
He doesn't want to seem desparate. He let's out a frustrated sigh.
"Princesa" this time his voice sounds little whiny, any trace of cockiness long gone.
"What?"
"Querida, are you angry?"
"No, why?" you have mastered the art of innocent face by now.
"You are really going to make me say it" he gazes into your eyes. That's alright, if you wanted him to ask for it, he would. For you, he would get on his knees and beg. He opens his mouth.
"Te amo, papi" you take his hands in yours with a sweet smile on your face, replacing the mischievous one.
His lips stay parted for a couple of seconds. You could see his eyes widening ever so slightly.
Your little confession in Spanish sounded like choir of angels singing in his ears. You never spoke in Spanish before with him and it felt more soft, more intimate, like a secret between just the two of you. Warmth spreads in his chest like sweet honey when golden sunrays pass throw it.
"You little devil" the smile on his face lights up his entire face, making his eyes crinkle.
Your heart clenches at how much loves his eyes holds for you.
"Say it again, por favor"
"Te amo"
"Again", he places palms on sides of your face and brings it closer to his. "Por favor", he pleads, like asking for one more drop of sweet nectar.
"Te amo" the soft smile never leaves your face once.
"Eres mi corazón", he rests his forehead against yours and kissing your head. "Mi vida", he slightly tilts your chin, kissing your lips as if to physically taste every bit of sweet honey.
Summary: In which the reader is in love with all of the pieces of him...Steven, Marc, and Jake, and she does everything she can to love them each hard enough to make them feel whole.
Rating: Explicit
Content Warnings: NSFW, smut, fluff
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Aki is the sweetest boyfriend, but in bed? That's a different story. He's nasty. With consent of course. He gets you completely naked, standing over you, still fully dressed in his suit, smoking a cigarette. He takes his time with this, loving how you squirm under his gaze.
Aki breathes smoke in your mouth before pulling you in for deep, sloppy kiss. He flicks his cigarette away, wanting both hands to feel up and down your body. He loves squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples, feeling you moan into his mouth.
Aki's fingers slip between your legs, feeling your soaked pussy. But that's not enough for him. He pulls back, spitting on your pussy and pushing it in with his long, slender fingers. "You like that, dirty girl?" he asks, feeling you squeeze around him. And just when you're about to answer, he'll press his thumb to your clit so just comes out a moaning mess.
Aki fucks you with his fingers using sweet, long strokes. His fingers curl deep inside your, easily finding that spot that makes you arch off the bed. He smirks down at you, telling you how sexy you look all fucked out just from his fingers.
Aki starts playing with your clit and you can't help but let out lewd moans. It feels so good you can barely stand it. You grip his wrist tight enough to bruise, but he doesn't care. He keeps going until your body completely is lost to pleasure, cumming around his fingers in tight throbs.
Aki loves how you completely drench his hands, your release dripping down his wrist. He makes a show of licking it up, smirking as he sees you clench around nothing as you watch. "Don't worry baby, we're just getting started."
He lifted your shirt, blood gushed from were the walker bite you.
“Glenn, please hold my hand.”
He stared down at the bite that was beyond repair, his eyes shut closed. There was no coming back from this.
Glenn felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Rick. Kneeled down with tears in his eyes.
“Hold her hand, Glenn. She needs you.”
He knew Rick was right, but the pain was killing him. Rick stood up, moved back toward the rest of the group, soft cries blanketed over the air.
Glenn moved closer to your face, his hand engulfed yours.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
“You don’t have to say that.” Your trembled lips smirked.
“I do. I love you. I’ve always loved you and always will.”
Your heart filled at the very moment, tears fell down your cheek. That was all you ever wanted to hear.
“I love you, Glenn. W-We were meant to be.”
His eyes filled with tears as he reached down to kiss you on your dried lips.
“We are. And in the next lifetime, it’s me and you. Marriage, the house and kids. Four kids and a dog. That sound good?”
You chuckled through the pain, feeling yourself slipping away.
“It’s perfect. I-I can’t wait.”
Glenn watched as your breaths slowed and your eyes stilled. Glenn watched you drifted away from the world and he sobbed. Sobbed against your blood stained shirt and promised that the next lifetime would be better.
Request: Hello, darling! Can I request a Glenn Rhee x reader, where they’ve been together throughout the whole apocalypse but they got separated after Hershel’s farm but reunite at the prison. Both reader and Glenn thought the other died and never see one another again, but when R shows up at the prison it’s one sweet reunion where they say their first “i love you” to each other? Thanks !!
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“Y/N?”
His voice stilled you. Everything seemed to stop in that moment and you fell silent as you looked past the looming figure before you to find a face you never thought you’d see again. “Glenn…” The name slipped past your lips without even thinking.
Glenn was here. He was before you.
“Oh my…” You whispered, eyes curling, “How…”
“You know her?” The man from before, who had so rudely accused you as some kind of enemy spoke, turning around to Glenn in question. It seemingly snapped Glenn from his thoughts as he blinked, turning to the taller man in slightly confusion before clueing in. “Y/N?” He questioned, tilting his head. “Yeah… Yeah, I know her. She used to be with the group but we got separated.”
As Glenn spoke, he took slow steps towards you, shock still running through his system.
You met him in the middle, hands darting up to his face slowly. “I thought you’d died…” You whispered, happiness but pure surprise flooding your system.
Glenn smiled, despite the severity of your words and brought you in for an embrace, forgetting the looming presence of a man that stood behind you. “I thought you died,” Glenn chuckled, leaning back. His eyes were soft, conveying the relief he felt at seeing you again.
“Never,” you laughed, breathless. “Never do that again. I don’t think I can ever go through that again.”
Glenn nodded instantly, cupping your cheeks with a certain care. “Now that I have you back, I don’t plan on losing you again.”
You smiled, eyes crinkling in delight.
“You know,” Glenn spoke, turning to find the man from before had left and it was now just you and Glenn. “I never got to tell you how much you meant to me before everything happened…” As he spoke, you gazed up at him in wonder, heart beat increasing. “I love you, Y/N. I always have.”
Grinning, you whispered; “good. Because I love you too.”
Your lips fell on his for a chaste kiss, but it was enough to remind you of all you’d missed during that time separated. It was then you realized just how thankful you were that Glenn was alive and wasn’t dead like you’d thought he was.
“Come on,” Glenn mumbled when the two of you pulled away. “The others will be happy to see you.”
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Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Joel and reader being sly and silly, domestic fluff, hint of spice, slightly jealous Joel, protective!Joel, no use of y/n
Notes: This idea popped into my head randomly and I just read Joel’s voice so clearly so I just had to write it! And yes, the title is a One Direction reference because I just couldn’t help it here lol! This is short and sweet but I’m so happy with it so I hope y’all like it too!
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It was late into the night and the last few stragglers finally left the bar. Working at the bar in Jackson wasn’t as perilous as what others did for Jackson, but it was your way of contributing to the community. And you loved to be part of a place where people could relax and let loose for a time. There was one person, especially, that you loved to see relaxing at the bar.
Just as you grinned at the thought of your someone special, a familiar voice rang through the emptiness of the bar, “Excuse me ma’am,” the low Southern drawl broke the silence, “Y’all still open, or did I miss last call?” Joel leaned against the doorway of the bar entrance as he eyed you with a fiery gaze.
You turned around and met Joel’s eyes with a bright smile as you played his little game, “Hey there stranger,” you set your cleaning supplies down as you crossed the space towards him and leaned against the bar, “Sorry, we’re closed up for the night.”
Mikey would be on a warpath once he found out you were in the hospital.
But when you woke up, he had worn himself out from being angry.
You would wait for him to wake up, and when he did he would be startled to see you awake.
He would ask you so many questions: “You’re awake? Are you okay? Do you hurt anywhere? Do you want me to get a doctor?” Mikey wouldn’t express anger directly at you until after you were discharged.
But he would stay with you as much as he could, and would hardly get any sleep because he was so worried about your well being (even though you weren’t going to stay for that long).
C h i f u y u
Chifuyu would be extremely worried about you. He noticed you were a little sick lately, so when he heard you were in the hospital,
it was a worst case come true. He would instantly go to the hospital and would pick a fight with anyone who tried to deny him entry to visit you. You would wake up and he would be sitting with his head in his hands.
When he noticed you it was instant fretting over you. When you assured him you were fine and that it was something minor, he would sigh and lean back in his chair.
“You think I care that this is something minor? I care that you are here in the hospital and I knew nothing about it! Tell me if you aren’t feeling well and we come here together! But please… Don’t hide this from me.” Chifuyu may get a bit emotional and would tear up.
You would have to soothe him and promise to tell him. He would stay with you in the hospital for the day you had left there, and wouldn’t sleep– both from worrying about you and to make sure you were sleeping alright.
B a j i
Baji would be sitting on the edge of the bed staring at you when you woke up.
His number one concern would be how you were feeling and if you were in any pain. You assured him that it was nothing serious, and he just didn’t seem satisfied with your answer.
“If it was nothing serious, then you could have told me about it. Even if it was something serious, I would like to know this sort of thing. Your health is important to me, so please don’t hide this from me. I think I almost passed out from the shock.”
You would apologize to Baji and said you didn’t want to bother him. “It would bother me so much more if I didn’t know until after the fact!”
You would apologize and acknowledge your mistake. Baji would visit whenever he could find time, and more often than not he would bring you a snack or two in when he came.
K a z u t o r a
Kazutora is the type who would be a bit restless when he arrived. When you woke up he would be asking the doctors what was wrong with you.
When he noticed you were awake, he would direct all of his questions to you. Any attempt to calm him down wouldn’t go well at all.
You would have to talk him down from his anger, and once he was no longer angry, all that was left was worry for you. “How could you not tell me you weren’t feeling well? Why didn’t I tell you to go to the hospital?”
You would have to assure Kazutora that things like this happened and it was your fault for not checking yourself in sooner. “That really doesn’t make me feel better… Nothing will make me feel better until you get to get out of here.”
You would have to mess with Kazutora in order for him to finally crack a smile, albeit a small one. Kazutora would keep you company for the day or two you had to stay in the hospital. He would argue with the doctors if they tried to kick him out, and if they succeeded he would simply sneak back in later.
Shinichiro
Shinichiro would be crying when you woke up. When he heard your voice, he would instantly race to your side as if it was the end of the world.
He would hug you and you would have to repeat over and over how it wasn’t as bad as it may look.
He wouldn’t say much but would try to listen to you. Shin wouldn’t have to say much to you for you to understand that he was deeply hurt, by your decision to not tell him.
He would wear that on his sleeve. Once he stopped crying, he was relieved that it was nothing major and felt silly for crying so much. You would feel bad and promise to tell him how you were feeling truthfully from now on.
He would pick you when you were discharged and wouldn’t leave your side the entire day. “I want to make sure your a hundred percent.”
M i t s u y a
Mitsuya would be silently reading when you woke up. He would glance at you and continue to read his book.
You could feel the anger steaming off of him and were too scared to say anything at first. He scared you out of your skin when he asked, “Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?” You would begin to apologize for not telling him about the hospital, and he would seem slightly confused.
“Oh… I guess I should be upset about that too…” You’d ask why he was upset if not for that reason, and he would say he was mad at himself. He should have forced you to come to the hospital the instance you were sick.
You’d insist it wasn’t his fault, but he would continue. “No, it was my mistake for not saying what I thought. So I think I’ll have to be much more forward with you from now on.” It sounded scary to you. Mitsuya essentially would come when he could, and would give you the silent treatment for the next several days to come.
S a n z u
Sanzu is much more stubborn. I feel like he would be tempted to visit you a lot, but he would be too angry to do it.
You weren’t willing to tell him that you were in the hospital to begin with, so why should he visit you? He would find himself standing outside the door, unable to enter.
In the end, he would call you from outside the door and scold you over the phone. “Next time, we can go to the hospital together… Just please don’t do this ever again.” Sanzu would believe that you didn’t trust him enough to tell him this, and you apologized if you came off that way.
You would say that you knew he would panic, and that would cause him to open the door and argue with you in person. You would laugh as he scolded you. He would stay with you and glare at you every once in a while. He would also help you when you were discharged.
K a k u c h o
Kakucho is very lost when he finds the news. He doesn’t know what to do when he sees you in the hospital bed and is just lost.
He seems out of it till he hears your voice. He comes back to life and yells your name. He asks you several questions and if you didn’t answer him right away, then he would hit the button that summons a doctor to answer them.
He would cause chaos in his own caring way, and you would have to scold him for causing disarray at a hospital.
Leading him to scold you for hiding this from both of you. Essentially, the remainder of your visit would become a bickering fest between you two with no clear resolution other than your discharge.
From then on, if you so much as sneezed in front of Kukucho he would grab his coat and drag you to the hospital to get it checked out.
I n u i
Inui was concerned about your health before the hospital, but once he heard you were in there? He was in full on mothering mode.
He would bring you food and nag at you to eat and take care of yourself the entire time. He wouldn’t touch much on the fact that you hid the truth from him, and would be so much more concerned about your well being. That said, once you were healthy, prepare for an earful from Inui.
“You can’t just wait until you’re about to pass out to go to the hospital!! That’s crazy talk!” Inui would now give you a look whenever you coughed in front of him, a look that read: “If we go through what we did last time, I swear I’ll go insane–”
I z a n a
Izana would fight a lot of people. Since he came in angry, the hospital was reluctant to let them in.
The doctors would tell him he had to do something, he wasn’t going to be happy go lucky doing it. He was fuming just sitting beside you in the hospital. You’d expect that he would direct that anger at you once you woke up, right? Wrong.
He would actually be caring at first and ask about how this happened and how you felt at the moment.
But once all of those “formalities” were out of the way, then he would direct that anger at you. “How could you hide it until you are in the hospital!? Do you know how worried sick I was to hear about this? Don’t ever do this sort of thing again!” Izana would always turn a little serious from then on when he saw you and asked how you were doing.
R a n
Ran is in full on nag mode when he finds out you are in the hospital. You don’t have to be awake for him to start nagging.
The instance he opens your hospital door and sees you asleep, he would start nagging. “I swear to GOD, you must be out of your mind if you thought you could hide this from me forever! AH! So help me when you wake up I swear I’m going to give you an earful, just you WAIT!” Essentially, Ran would hype himself up so much that when you finally did wake up, he wouldn’t have much to say. So? He would play it off as if he was angry and shove a tangerine at you.
“Here! Eat IT!” Ran would sincerely worry about you and help you at discharge, and would take you to hospital upon hearing a single cough.
R i n d o
Rindo is another one to be silently angry when you first wake up.
He would ask you how you were feeling, and you’d say you were fine. “Is this the truth, or am I going to turn around and find out you really aren’t?” You would feel guilty and apologize.
This is one of the few times that Rindo would seriously scold you. It truly hurt him when he had to find out from his brother that you had wound up in the hospital. After you were discharged, Rindo would be lost in his own thoughts. It would take a little while, but he’d be back to normal if you gave him some time.
K o k o n o i
Koko wouldn’t really know what to do. He would be angry at you and himself, worried about your well being, and concerned with how you would feel seeing him.
He had all these thoughts going through his head as he waited for you to wake up. When you did, he wanted to be tough and stand by himself.
You shouldn’t have hid it from him. But he was just so relieved that you were okay that his facade melted away almost instantly. He just so glad to see you okay and well and that it was nothing major. Koko would realize a lot from worrying about you– like how much he cares about you and your well being.
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• Requested by anon: Hi hun! A little bird read to me that you are accepting requests for our handsome man Jay? 💆🏻♀️ Could I request a Jay Halstead x reader (his girlfriend) where she is stuck in a bank with the robbers and he tries to control his emotions while deeply caring for her trying to take her out as soon as he can with the team? Thank you ❤️
• Warnings: mention of blood, gunshot, death.
• Word count: 5860.
• A/N: guess who's back again after more than a month with a this piece of shit? Yeah exactly, me. I'm sorry for this turned out and just know everything it's pure fantasy so if something doesn't make any sense just let it slide 💀 anyway, I hope you'll like this, please like, comment, reblog. Thank you so much for everything and for your support ❤️ If you want, please consider to support me on Ko-Fi too. Love you all xx
Everything seemed normal.
Each person went on with their lives normally, completing the various chores they had to do. There were those who had to buy groceries, those who had to go to work, those who were late for an appointment, those who took their children to play in the park. In short, there seemed to be nothing different from the usual, nothing that could cause concern.
You thought it would be a day like any other. And that’s how it started.
That morning you said goodbye to your boyfriend Jay before he went to work, agreeing you’d meet him – as usual – at lunch. Neither of you imagined what would happen. After all, life was so unpredictable.
Neither of you had certainly foreseen there would be a robbery in the exact same bank you were supposed to go to, neither had foreseen that two hooded men would come in and shoot, ordering everyone to get on their knees and keep their hands behind their heads.
Pure fear. Pure terror. This was what you were feeling at the time, moments when your whole life passed before your eyes as the robbers paced back and forth in the bank. You kept praying with every fiber of your being, you tried to stay positive, and your mind at that moment turned to Jay.
My Jay.
You kept praying and hoping to see him break into that bank but you didn’t even know if he knew about the robbery. You couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen and the very thought of never seeing him again, not seeing your family, your friends, made you feel so sick and in that moment you wished so much you’d told them how much you loved them, how much they were important to you.
It was so true that life was always taken for granted.
“Give us all your phones! Now!” one of the two robbers exclaimed as soon as they forced you to stay on your knees. The silence was broken by the cries and sighs of everyone present, the screams of the robbers and their threats to kill you instantly if someone did something they shouldn’t have.
And like this they confiscated all your phones, taking away the hope of being able to secretly ask for help. They had tied up the manager, asked for all the money they could take with them.
You kept taking deep breaths, thinking and rethinking Jay’s words from a conversation you had few months ago.
He was working on a hostage robbery case and you were sitting next to him on the sofa, watching the way he was focused.
“What should we do in these situations?” you asked, just out of pure curiosity, never imagining finding yourself in a similar situation.
“Do whatever the robbers say, don’t try to be a hero. The key is to negotiate, establish a relationship, make them believe you want to help them and you’re on their side. The main goal is always to save as many hostages as possible so you have to get them to trust you, that to get what they want they must also offer something in return. We always try to start with women and children and finally men, but in the meantime we still try to find an intervention strategy, we study the place well, all the available entrances, possible break-in plans, for example whether to do it silently or take them by surprise,” he explained, turning to you and giggling when he noticed your expression between shock and surprise. “These situations require calm and coolness, let’s say these are moments of very high tension”.
“Wow, that’s pretty bad, I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be in this situation, I hope I’ll never have to find out.”
Jay set the case file down on the coffee table and pulled you close, stamping a kiss on your temple. “I don’t even want to imagine this, I don’t know what I could do, I’d probably die”.
And that was exactly how Jay felt when he found out about the robbery. He felt he was dying.
As for you, the morning was going on normally for him too. For some strange reason no murder case had come up and he truly believed that for a very rare time he’d even be able to get home soon. But when he saw Sergeant Platt walking up the Intelligence stairs with an expression on her face that was anything but happy, he knew that state of peace was about to end.
He had no idea what was actually going on.
“There’s a robbery taking place in the Chase Bank, there are at least two attackers with about fifteen hostages” Platt had announced but Jay’s mind had stopped only at the opening words.
Chase Bank.
It couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be happening.
It was the bank you were supposed to go to that morning.
Jay immediately took his cell phone from his pocket and typed your number with fury. His heart was pounding as he prayed you’d answer your phone, he’d hear your voice saying you were still at home, that you were fine. But as your number directed him directly to the voice mail, a sign your cell phone was probably turned off, Jay could no longer maintain control and the more seconds passed the more he felt being swallowed more and more in a chasm.
“Please answer baby… Please, please, please, pick up the phone…” he kept muttering to himself as he kept calling your number over and over, but without receiving any kind of response.
“Jay what’s going on?” Kim asked, noticing the way Jay was worried but he didn’t even seem to hear her. Without waiting for the rest of the team, he immediately rushed down the stairs, aiming to make his way to the bank as soon as possible.
Jay felt like he was dying and never before he felt so disoriented and disoriented, so out of control. He continually tried to call you, to no avail as the call was always going out.
Surrounding the bank were Intelligence, the negotiating team, SWAT, and nearly the entire Chicago police department. The situation was difficult, the tension almost cut with a knife as each agent present tried to work out a strategy to get the hostages out safely and arrest the criminals.
But Jay wasn’t focused, he kept thinking about the possibility you were in there and the thought of not knowing was eating him alive. The thought of knowing you were at the mercy of the robbers, frightened and disoriented, that he was so few meters away from you and couldn’t help you was making him so sick, so helpless. It might have been a selfish thought, but right now he didn’t want to do anything but save you, get you out of that damn bank and hug you.
“We managed to get into the bank’s surveillance system, we have live images of what’s going on inside,” announced one of the IT experts and as Jay looked at the PC screen, his heart was pounding, continuing to hope with every fiber of his being that, by some miracle, you weren’t in the bank that morning. But as soon as he saw you with the other hostages, on your knees with your back turned to the entrance, every bit of hope vanished in the blink of an eye and every worst nightmare turned out to be the harsh reality.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed aloud, kicking a chair that was next to him, seized by despair and anger. He ran his hands over his face, frustrated, enraged and in a throes of emotions. He even decided to go into the bank, wanting to get you out of there at all costs.
“Halstead!” Voight exclaimed when he saw him walking towards the bank, rushing to him and, with Kevin, taking him by his arms in an attempt to calm him down.
“Jay calm down man!” Kevin kept repeating to him but without any success and although he and Voight were both holding him back, doing so turned out to be quite difficult.
“Leave me fucking alone! My girlfriend is in there for fuck’s sake!” Jay kept struggling, trying to escape from Voight and Kevin’s grasp.
“I know kid but that’s not how you’re going to help her! You need to calm down!” Voight spoke.
“Calm down? How can you even tell me to calm down?! My fucking girlfriend is in there with those two crazy sons of a bitch! I need to get in there!”
“Jay! Listen to me! You know how these things work, we need to make contact with those robbers. Breaking in now could only result in mass killing! You know this” Kevin continued immediately after “I know it’s hard to stay here, but this is the only chance we have to get everyone out without injuries, we have to work as if it were any other case.”
Those words, instead of trying to calm Jay down, on the contrary, infuriated him even more. “Don’t fucking tell me to work like this was any other damn case! This is my fucking girlfriend we’re talking about, it will never be any other case!”
Jay walked away from them, not even waiting for an answer. He was aware of it, he knew the only way to get you out of that bank safe and sound was to be patient, to have faith in the work of all the agents present, but at that moment he couldn’t, he couldn’t think of anything other than you.
When Voight approached Jay after some time, he saw him leaning against a police car not far from everyone. He had his back to the rest of the crowd and Voight knew this was just Jay’s way of trying to calm down.
“Jay”.
“What do you want? Isn’t it enough for you to waste my time while my girlfriend is locked in there?!” Jay snapped, not even looking at Voight .
“I know how you feel, god knows how I would’ve reacted if someone so important to me was in this situation,” Voight spoke “But we need you for this but, above all, she needs you right now. I know her, I know she is a strong woman and she’ll be able to keep it cool even in these difficult times, but she’ll need you when she comes out of there, she needs to know you’re lucid enough to help her. Do you think you can do it kid?”
Jay sighed, running his hands over his face as he pondered Voight’s words. He knew he was right, he knew he had to try to be as impartial as possible so he could do his job and save you but he didn’t know how, he didn’t know how to be impartial when it came to you.
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The sound of one of the bank telephones ringing broke the silence, making you jump. You turned your head slightly, watching the robbers pacing back and forth out of the corner of your eyes, as if they didn’t know what to do.
“Don’t answer that damn phone!” shouted one of the two robbers, the one a little more lucid and controlled.
“You should answer instead,” you intervened fearfully, turning your head slightly to look at the two men.
“Did I say you can fucking talk?!” the robber yelled, rushing towards you and pointing his gun at you. You almost had a heart attack and you wished you’d never opened your mouth as you turned back to the wall.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just that… It will be the police and there will definitely be the negotiation team and this is your chance to ask whatever you want, no one will say no” you murmured, dry lips and throat, staring down.
“What makes you think they will help us?” asked the second robber, the most intimidated one, and you knew it was him you had to focus on trying to get him to do the right thing.
“Because they don’t want anyone to get hurt,” you replied, trying to turn back to them but returning to your original position when the first yelled at you again. “Well… What I mean is that you have the opportunity to ask for what you want, a car, plane tickets, fake passports, you can escape and nobody will try to catch you, nobody has to get hurt, I’m sure this is not what you want”.
There was a moment of silence when you prayed to God that neither of them would shoot you and you wished you had never spoken.
“She might be right,” the second robber replied in a low voice, looking at his partner “We have no chance to escape, we are completely surrounded.”
“Fuck!” exclaimed the other, the one who must have been the leader of the duo, frustrated. “Fine, but if anyone tries to make a single fucking move, I’ll kill all of you am I clear?!”
Jay was watching - along with the rest of the team - everything that was going on inside the bank, how the robbers were panicking, how you tried to get them to answer the phone, how that son of a bitch had pointed the gun at you, how you visibly trembled when you felt the gun pointed at your head but nevertheless you tried to convince them to do the right thing.
He kept yelling internally to shut up, to just say nothing. He thought about how brave you were, how much he loved you for it, but at the same time how stupid you were for risking your life like that. He knew, however, you’d try everything before giving up.
His heart stopped a thousand times when he saw the robber point the gun at your head. What would he have given to find himself in your place, how much he would’ve wanted to hold and hug you after seeing you so visibly trembling and afraid, how much he would’ve wanted to tell you he was so proud of you for your courage.
When one of the bank phones started ringing, your heart leapt in your chest, your stomach twisted with anxiety as you hoped one of the robbers would answer. As you might have guessed, they had applied for a vehicle and fake passports to escape with, obviously without omitting the threat they would blow someone’s head if there was something wrong that didn’t go according to plan.
“We will try to do everything we can to provide what you have asked but we also need proof of your willingness to cooperate, that you want to do the right thing” a gruff voice spoke that you acknowledged belonged to Sergeant Voight.
My Jay had to be there too.
Baby, please let us all get out of here, you continued to pray internally, trying to repress the instinct to cry and to be hopeful and positive about the success of the operation.
The two robbers looked at each other, as if they were consulting each other about what to do.
“We can get someone out,” muttered one of them, clearly the submissive one.
“I’m not letting anyone out of here until we have the car and passports!” the other robber exclaimed, not giving the slightest consideration of his partner, and making everyone jump with fear.
“Listen to me carefully,” Voight replied “Unfortunately this is not up to me, these requests follow chains that I cannot outclass and especially for false passports you have to wait a bit, but my bosses could do something to speed up the process if they saw your willingness to let someone go. At least let the women go.”
Jay’s heart was pounding in his chest as he watched the surveillance camera videos from the monitors and he didn’t care how selfish and horrible it might sound but in those moments he hardly even cared what was going on, the robbers would do. They could even run away, never reappear again and he’d let them go just to get you back safe and sound in front, he just wanted to see you walk through the doors of that damned bank, he just wanted to hold you like he had never done.
There were moments of pause, of silence, in which no one in the bank spoke or dared to breathe. Jay kept gazing at the way the robber looked at the hostages, a sign he was pondering Voight’s words and deciding who to possibly let out.
“Ladies, stand up,” the robber ordered. “Turn to us with your hands up. Slowly, and don’t you even think do something stupid or I’ll blow your brains out, am I understood?” he continued, his gun pointed at them as the ladies stood shaking.
If Jay could've described what he was feeling right now in one word, he would’ve used fear. Pure, paralyzing and devastating fear.
You were visibly trembling, your breathing quickened and your heart beating wildly. It was about to end, it soon would be over, you were about to come out of there.
“Take the ladies to the exit,” the leader of the duo ordered. You all started walking but the following words of that man made your blood run cold in your veins “Not you. You’ll stay here sweetie.”
What?
You prayed with every cell in your body he didn’t refer to you but when you looked up and saw his eyes aimed directly at yours, his gun pointed at you, you understood it was you whom he spoke to.
“Why?” you almost whispered.
“Because I say so and now sit back with the others before I’ll kill you!” he exclaimed aloud making you jump with fright.
God, this will never end.
“Fuck!” Jay screamed and in anger kicked again a chair right next to him. He couldn’t believe it, he was just one step away from finally have you back again.
What did they have in mind? Why had the robber held you back?
“Jay calm down man, she’ll be alright” Adam tried to calm him down, but failed miserably.
“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! What the fuck are we gonna do now? Huh? And don’t tell me to sit back and wait because like hell I’m gonna leave my girlfriend in there with those bastards!”
The robbers had given an ultimatum. They had said if their requests were not granted, they’d kill a hostage every hour.
You kept praying they were just bluffing, that it was just a gimmick of theirs to lure the cops and everyone out there to speed up the operation, but fuck it wasn’t.
They really did.
There was blood everywhere.
Splatters on everyone, even on your face, on your clothes.
You touched your face with trembling fingers and felt dying to see them stained with blood.
They really did it.
They had killed a man.
And now he lay there helpless in front of you, his lifeless body with a gunshot to his forehead in full execution style.
And like this they had taken the life of a man, without remorse, without any pity or second thoughts.
The ‘submissive’ accomplice was almost as shocked as the rest of you, not expecting his partner would actually have the guts to pull the trigger. He understood it was over for the two of them, they were doomed and, since they were now also responsible for a cold-blooded murder, they’d never see the light again.
You knew everything was coming to an end and the more time passed – praying with every cell of your body to see Jay break into that bank sooner or later – and the more the hope of getting out of there alive became smaller and smaller.
Jay was on the verge of losing his mind and trying to hold him back became more and more difficult every second that passed. He just couldn’t sit while you were still hostage to those robbers and now, given the ultimatum they had set, Voight literally had to hold him back by force to prevent him from further worsening the situation.
And Jay, rationally, knew it. He knew if he had intervened he would’ve done nothing but endanger your life and all the others present, that this would’ve ended in nothing but a bloodbath, beyond the blood of the poor man already dead.
“Halstead I need to know for sure you can do your job now because we’re running out of time,” Voight was stating to Jay, a hand on his shoulder as he looked at him in the eye. Jay took a deep breath, but initially remained silent.
Could he really do his job? Could he risk hurting you, even if unintentionally?
“Halstead?”
“Yes, I can do it”.
Voight nodded with a satisfied and proud expression. “Go get ready then, I want you on the roof in 5 minutes.”
Cold sweat dripped from Jay’s forehead, his hand steady on his trigger, ready to fire, his reflexes alarmed, his eyes on the sights.
He tried not to think about the rest, not to think about you crying incessantly, desperate. He tried not to think about how by now this horrible event would’ve traumatized you, how it had been for you to see a man coldly killed in front of your eyes, how afraid you were and how much he would’ve wanted to let you know he was there, that he’d save you, that soon you’d be safe in his arms.
“I’m waiting for orders,” Jay had spoken into the transceiver.
“As soon as you have a clear shot, no other hostage will have to die today,” Voight replied and Jay got the message.
Shoot to kill.
The hour was up and the robber was choosing the next person inevitably destined to die.
You almost had a heart attack and you felt your stomach tighten as you saw his glassy, empty, soulless eyes staring into yours. You cried even more, seeing for an instant your life pass you before his eyes.
God Jay please, where are you?
“You know I haven’t been a real gentleman before, usually I’m always the knight and let the ladies pass first, I hope you’ll forgive my rude gesture,” the robber said in a sinister tone of voice, a smirk on his lips, as if all this amused him “To redeem me the next one to die will be you, sweetness.”
Your survival instincts got the better of you and, even if foolishly and in vain, you tried to escape.
But, of course, this was a complete fiasco.
The robber – now also a murderer – had grabbed you by your hair before you could even try to run away and the kicks and punches you tried to throw at him were not enough, his grip was so strong and firm that it was useless.
“Halstead are you there?” Voight asked through the transceiver, aware that Jay was seeing the same scenes they were seeing too.
Jay didn’t answer right away.
He was furious, so damn angry and so fucking scared. He had never been so scared, not even when he was being bombed overseas while he was at war.
“Jay”.
He was shaking, couldn’t keep his hand steady enough to make a clean shot. He didn’t have a good view as the robber was holding you in his arms and Jay couldn’t possibly risk hurting you.
“I can’t shoot goddamn it,” Jay swore.
“Time is running out sergeant,” the man grinned while on the phone with Voight, still holding the gun to your temple “And still none of the things we requested are here, you know what that means.”
“You know that this is not how you’ll get what you want right?”
“I don’t care, you haven’t listened to me, maybe a little reminder can be useful to you”.
Taking advantage of that exchange of words between Voight and the criminal, you took the opportunity to elbow him in the stomach with all the strength you had in your body. The blow was such that he loosened his arm around your neck and you took the opportunity to escape him and try to hide.
It all happened in a second.
A shot echoed throughout the bank, leaving everyone stuck and petrified in their places, breathless. For a thousandth of a second you thought you were dying, that you’d been shot and your thoughts immediately went to Jay, to the love of your life, to the fact you’d never see him again.
For a moment everything around you stopped, your ears were ringing, your vision blurred, everything seemed to go in slow motion.
Am I dying?
But you didn’t realize it.
You didn’t realize it wasn’t you who was shot but the robber who threatened to take your life away. Not even when you saw his lifeless body slumped on the floor and with a hole in his head you realized it.
Not a single muscle in your body was spared from the twitching and shaking, and as you saw all the police officers enter the bank, immediately arrest the accomplice and rescue the other hostages, you could hardly believe that it was all over, that you survived.
“Y/N, hey” you heard Adam’s voice bring you back to reality but it sounded so low and distant at that moment. You looked around while your eyes tried to study what was going on, as if to make sure it was just reality and not an nightmare.
“Let me help you, come on,” he continued, approaching you and helping you to stand up. Your legs felt like they were made of jelly, so much you could hardly even stand up and if it wasn’t for Adam, you’d probably fall on the ground again.
“Can you walk?”
You nodded. “I want Jay,” you whispered faintly. Damn it, even your voice was still shaking.
“He’s here, he’s coming to you.”
And that was exactly what Jay was doing. His heart nearly stopped beating after he shot the robber but before he knew it, he had already got up and ran off the roof at lightning speed, leaving even the rifle he had used there.
He lost the number with how many people he collided with trying to run to the bank but he didn’t even care, he just wanted to hug you. He looked around immediately when he walked in and when he finally saw you next to Adam, he almost started to cry.
You were fine. You were alive and well.
“Y/N!”
Your head immediately turned to that voice, a voice you would’ve recognized even in the midst of a million. Never before it brought you so much joy and happiness to hear his voice and it was at the precise moment when your eyes met his, so green and bright, you finally felt really safe.
He held you like he had never done before, squeezing you so hard you almost felt your bones break. But you didn’t care, as he hugged you, you could hardly believe it was really happening, that you had another chance. Your arms encircled his neck as you inhaled his scent deeply, his arms instead encircled your hips with so much force they’d most likely leave a mark.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked frenziedly in his voice, pulling away from you for a moment and glancing at your body to see if there were any obvious injuries.
“I’m fine… I’m fine…” you replied even if your trembling said something else. Jay hugged you again and at that moment you didn’t even notice that Adam had walked away, leaving you two alone.
“Oh baby,” he whispered “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s all over now, I’m here with you.”
You started crying again, nonstop, as if those words from Jay had flipped a switch inside you.
“Cry as long as you want my love I won’t leave you, I’m here with you and it’s all over, you’re safe with me,” he tried to calm you down, stroking your back with his hand as he squeezed you tightly to his chest. The truth was that Jay had no idea how he was still standing, the truth was that if you weren’t so shaken, you probably would've felt how shaky he was too. He couldn’t believe he had you there, that you were safe and sound and soon he even couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.
But he didn’t want to be seen weak, crying with joy, with fear, not in that moment, especially because you needed him then more then ever, he had to be strong for you.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner my love, I’ll never forgive myself.”
You kept sobbing, sniffling from time to time because of the desperate crying that had taken over you. You wanted to talk so badly, tell him it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t have to feel guilty but you just couldn’t.
“Let’s get out of here, can you walk baby?” Jay asked you in a sweet, gentle tone after an indefinite time. He pulled away from you slightly and took your face in his hands. His thumbs caressed the skin of your cheeks, wiping away the tears so sweetly, if you hadn’t already cried all the tears in your body, you’d most likely have burst into tears again.
You sniffed and nodded, wanting nothing more than to get as far away from that damn bank as possible. “Yes, please”.
“You’re still shaking baby,” his heart bleeding out “It’ll be okay love I promise, I’ll always be next to you and we’ll get through this together, you are not alone okay?”
You nodded again and you believed him, you knew you could count on him and this was perhaps the only thing that could cheer you up during a time when you were afraid of the whole world.
For the rest of the day Jay didn’t leave you for even a second, constantly asking you how were you feeling, if you needed something. You were still very upset but thanks to him you had at least stopped shaking as if you were convulsing.
That event was not something you would’ve easily overcome, quite the opposite. The fear of dying, seeing that man die in front of you, the kidnapper, all that blood, god, these were things you’d never be able to forget.
You and Jay were in your bedroom, lying under the covers as he hugged and cuddled you, in an effort to help you close your eyes and sleep, at least for a little while.
But of course it was in vain. You couldn’t sleep, not after all that had happened.
Absolute silence reigned in the room, neither of yp spoke, there was no need. It was an almost deafening silence and never like then you hated it because you felt like you were about to drown in your own thoughts but, at the same time, you couldn’t even say a word, you didn’t know what to say and in the same way Jay.
He found himself in a phase in which perhaps only then he began to fully realize what had happened, that he had really risked losing you, never seeing you again, not staying on your bed like you were doing, hugging each other.
Jay held you tighter in his arms, as if that thought had physically hurt him and as if he was trying to push it away.
“I love you to death, you know that right?” it was Jay who broke the silence “You are my life, the most important to me baby”.
His words warmed your heart, making your lips rise to the first spontaneous little smile of that damned day. “I love you too baby, so damn much”.
“I’m serious Y/N,” Jay let you go for a few seconds and then immediately put his hand on your chin, causing you to look at him “I want you to know that, I love you so fucking much. I’m not joking and I’m not exaggerating when I tell you I couldn’t live without you” he continued, then gently stroking your cheek as he looked you in the eye with so much devotion and love you almost fainted.
“You know, ever since we’ve been together I’ve always had the fucking fear of losing you, given the work I do, I’ve always been afraid you might leave me but today it was something devastating. I swear baby I can’t even explain how I felt when I heard about the robbery, knowing you were there, I think I died and rose a thousand times within a minute,” he talked, literally heart in his throat as he remembered those horrible moments “I was so afraid, the terror of losing you… It’s a feeling I never want to relive again and I know it sounds selfish of me to say these things now since you were in there and you first experienced this horror, but really baby, it felt like a fucking knife was cutting me in pieces. And I’m also so sorry I didn’t came earlier, I swear I would’ve broken down the door by myself just to come get you but they literally had to hold me back with force”.
You giggled through your tears, only then realizing you started crying again. “I know you would baby and that was the only thought that made me resist honestly, I knew you would walk in that door and save us all,” you said “I was so afraid I’d never see you again baby…” you weren’t able to finish the sentence since you broke is sobs again. Jay hugged you against his chest again, whispering soft words as his hand caressed your hair.
“I hate so much it was you who went through all this, I’ll never be able to forgive myself, it wasn’t supposed to be you.”
“But it wasn’t your fault…”
Jay was silent.
You looked up at him and noticed how his eyes were fixed, aimed at the ceiling. Only then you noticed the tear that slipped from his eye and you realized he was avoiding your gaze because he was crying.
“Oh baby…” you muttered under your breath, lifting your hand and wiping his tears with your fingers, exactly as he had done with you all day.
“I’m sorry love, you shouldn’t be the one comforting me now” He chuckled, trying to ease the tension a little, finally looking into your eyes.
Jay rested his forehead on yours as his fingers gently stroked your cheeks. You brought your face close to his, kissing him on the lips but before you could even break away from him, Jay placed his hand behind your head, pressing his mouth to yours again, kissing you this time with much more intensity, with so much love and passion it felt like years had passed since your last kiss and just like this you finally felt at home, safe in his arms like never before.
Warnings: OOC harbingers! Blow job! Begging?! Pet names-puppy! (Pantalone)! Body worship! Rough sex! Possessive behavior! (Childe)! Degrading! Power bottom reader! (Scaramouche)! Edging! Sex toys! Clones?! (Dottore)! Rough sex! Marking! Sex coaching?! (Capitano)! Rough sex! Overstimulation! Implied multiple orgasms! Dilf! (Pierro)!
- fatui harbingers relationship headcanons
Minors and female aligned DNI
^Pantalone^
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You know i have to start with this man , he has me on chock-hold the moment he showed up on screen
Pantalone is a very busy man since he has alot of business deals to take care of , and he has to take care of the northland bank that is know to be the biggest bank in teyvat , so he barely have anytime to spend with you his own lover
That’s how it’s usually like with him , since he’s very busy most of the time to show you his affection he does it through material gifts
But when he does actually have some spare times for you he would definitely spend every minute of it with you , he would either spend it with you in his room or taking you out shopping
We all know that he the richest man in teyvat , quite literally and that just means that everything you ever desire shall be yours , if he can’t show you physical affection he will buy you stuff
want new clothes? Theres a cabin full of em ready for you , you wanna a place to stay? don’t worry tons of mansions are ready and set for you , new jewelry’s accessories he got it all to you
He’s literally a sugar daddy , a gentle and sweet sugar daddy , but it’s not always like this with him , if you ask him for things most of the time he will be happy to give them to you but if he’s feeling a bit tipsy or frustrated he will have you beg for them
Oh no would you look at that you just spent all the mora you had on you so you went straight to him asking for more , what you didn’t expect is him asking for a price back to give you the money you need
The last thing you expected is to have pantalone’s cock stuffing your mouth , slurping noises come out every time you moved your mouth
You looked up at him with puppy eyes hopping it would somehow change his mind on this but he simply gave you a smile as he pat and ruffled at your hair
“Come on now i know my good puppy can do it”
You whimpered around his cock when you realized your begging won’t work on him , and now your only solution is to please him so slowly but surely you started bobbing your head taking a bit more with every push
You easily gag at his cock but you continue to suck at it like and obedient little puppy , whining and moaning like a good slut would do waiting patiently for him to paint your throat white with his cum
^Tartaglia^
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The second one has to be our favorite ginger
He may not be as rich as pantalone but he can definitely give you everything you want , even if he somehow doesn’t have the money for them as long as you want them then whatever you want is gonna be right at your hands
And unlike the busy Pantalone childe has alot of free time on his hands , and you better believe he’s gonna sped every second of it with you , He just want you to be happy , to see that beautiful smile that gorgeous laugh , he just want to please you his precious boyfriend 
He likes it when you make those adorable noises when he’s fucking you , the cute moans you scream out when he’s balls deep inside you , the faces you make when he fills you to the brim with his cum
And he would be so proud know that he’s the only one who can see and make you like this , know that you belong to him only
You felt like you body was getting completely destroyed , with every rough thrust from childe as he had you in mating press
You legs spreading wide open as childe seated between them , his hips moved violently against your own his cock stretching you more than you ever thought you could take
“Does it feel good getting fucked with this cock that you love so much”
He continued to rearrange your insides with his big cock all the while observing every little expression you make , all the loud screams and moans just encouraging him to move even faster
And all you could do is cry about how good it feels to be fucked by him , how well his cock rams into your prostate , hitting it straight on with every thrust it just feels soo good
^Scaramouche^
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This man is a degenerate motherfucker , how did you even managed to get together with someone like him
He’s a very hot headed person who can easily be frustrated weather your his lover or random fatui agent , he would get angry at the most random things he just wants a reason to scream
amongst all the harbingers he’s the hardest one to deal with , especially when he has one of those tantrums that he throws around when things don’t go his ways
But you somehow always managed to calm him down , maybe not in public but if your alone in his office and he starts yelling you know the exact way to shut him up
Just push him to the ground and stuff his cock in your hole and no more words will come out of him , all you would hear is his pathetic little whines saying how much he thinks your bad while showing the most lewd faces
“Yo-you fuckin- ugh.. whore , don’t even-know how to-hyuaah”
Despite his degrading words towards you , despite his attempts on trying to deny how good it feels he still couldn’t act well , no matter how much he says he hate it he just keeps moaning loudly like a slut
He couldn’t stop squirming around as his cock was being buried deep inside your hole , he laid still as you rod him so well hoping up and down on his cock , you hole being stretched on his cock
No matter how many time he tells you to stop moving you keep on going knowing damn well that if he really hated it you would be dead right where you sit
slowly his yells would die down , completely lost in the pleasure that is your warm hole around his cock , and without noticing his hips would thrust up in rhythm with you , and in no time he would start cumming inside you none stop
No matter what he says your truly the only one who can get him to be like this
^Dottorr^
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Now aren’t you just an interesting boy , to make even someone like this man to feel things that he shouldn’t be able to feel , and it just started his curiosity
The more time he spend with you the more curious he gets , it came to the point where he’s obsessed to know everything about you , the moment he laid eyes on you was the moment of no return
Dottore is a doctor who lives off of his researches , whats he’s most know about are actually his researches , and when you two got together it gave him an opportunity to actually make his own research on you
And that exactly what he did , he tested your body and mind with everything he had
Tying you up and edging you for hours on end just to see how long can you last before begging for him , fingering you to see how many times you can cum before you become empty
He even invented some special toys with the help of sandrone , and just who’s the perfect person to test them out-you his dear lover
But but but isn’t that alot of work for one person , not to mention how busy dottore actually is but thankfully he has his little clones to help him out test the new products
One , two , three dottore’s surrounded you every one of them being a different version of him , same look different age and two of them is holding a different toy , or thats what dottore called it
You were being played with like a toy , as two of them were doing *tests* on you while the third and most recent dottore was taking notes , asY our hands were tied up by a rope hanging from the ceiling making you stand still without being able to move
A toy with taking the shape of a dick was wrecking you hole so roughly by one of them , and it just happened to be a vibrating one isn’t that just great , and another vibrating toy was being pressed onto your cock
And all you could do is squirm around , your legs was shaking badly and your body couldn’t stop trembling , but that was just the beginning the night is still long and dottore still has a ton of toys to try
“Look at your holding on so well , do not worry the fun won’t be ending anytime soon”
^Capitano^
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Capitano is a very hopeless man on the romantic side , how did you get him to love you is still a mystery to others
Affection is a very hard thing for him to show , not that he is shy or anything he just don’t know how to or what that is to be honest , but thats why your there to teach him
At first you’ll teach him the simple things starting with dates , “a date is where you go out with your lover” is what you said and big boy capitano took that too personally and took you outside the fatui Headquarter in the freezing cold and just stood there , and he even had the audacity to call that a date
And thats when you learned that if you wanna teach him something you need to be as specific as you can , and thankfully your words work as he took you to an actual restaurant the next time
He loves you he really do he just don’t know how to love you you know , but little by little he learned and thats when you started teaching how to really love you
Teaching him the ways to get to you , the things that gets you hard , the ways you like to be touched , the spots that gets you over the moon when their hit , and in no time he knows your body more than you do
“Is this good , does it feel good when i ram this spot”
He asked you like he always do as he fucks into you roughly , you threw your head back crying about how good it feels , praising him telling him how good he’s doing
You wrapped your legs around his waist locking him up which resulted in more rough pounding from capitano , it just makes you cry out even more
His naked back full of scratches left by you , he even commented how your like a little mad kitty which completely took you by surprise by the way , but it made you comment on how capitano himself is like a dog since your body was completely covered with bite marks
And he took that personally , which made him start pounding you so roughly you felt like your hole would get ripped apart , never make a snarky comment while having sex with capitano , another lesson learned
^Pierro^
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This man is a total dilf and you can’t convince me other wise , even if he doesn’t have kids just by his appearance alone gives off huge dilf vibes
He’s literally rumored to be a survivor of Khanria’h which means he’s over the 500 already , you better believe he had relationships during his life which automatically make him the most knowledgeable harbinger between his colleagues
He knows how to take care of someone , even if he is busy he’ll always make enough time for his lover , he would always take you to unforgettable dates and even more unforgettable nights
He know exactly how to work your body , the places that feels good he knows them all , he’s truly the best at pleasuring you
Oh how quite was he compared to your loud shameless cries , but you can’t help it it just feels too damn good , the way his hips snapped against your own how slow but deep they are
The hands you had on the mattress couldn’t hold on anymore as you fell face first onto the bed with your ass still on air , he will have you cumming multiple times from only him pounding your tight hole before he himself cum
It well take long for him to cum when he does you’d be to overstimulated to even speak , oh boy if you think your done after he came once you are so damn wrong
“It must’ve been hard to hold on that long , think you can go for a bit more”
Sumarry – Ben Can't Understand What 'Old Ben' Had That He Doesn't.
Pairing – Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Umbrella!Reader | Word Count – 919
A/N – This has season 3 spoilers!♡ English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.
"Why this sad face?" Kluas Says sitting at the table where Ben is.
"Why does Y/n hate me so much?" Ben says half drunk and Klaus scoffs.
"Why do you think?" Klaus laughs and Ben looks at the table where Y/n and five are.
"Did she hate the 'Other Ben' too?"
"Oh no, she loved him more than anything," Klaus says and takes a sip of champagne.
"But we're talking the 'Old Ben' isn't it." Ben says mockingly.
"Can you imagine how hard it is to lose someone twice?" Klaus says and Ben frowns.
"He died so young and they were so in love." Klaus smiles as he remembers the young couple.
"I could see him after he died and he would always say how much he wanted to touch her and how much he wanted to confess to her, but that was impossible." He smiles sadly.
"And now here we are, she's facing the love of her life but it's not him, can you imagine that?" Ben looks at Y/n's table again, who is downing a glass along with Five.
"Y/n is the best of us, so I wish you wouldn't hurt her." Klaus says patting Ben on the shoulder and leaving.
After those words from Klaus, Ben has to admit he got thoughtful after all, what the fuck did this "outher Ben" have that he doesn't?
So when Ben saw Y/n get up and go to the elevator, he saw the perfect chance to ask her directly.
"Wait!" Ben says putting his hand on the door so it doesn't close.
He looked at Y/n and she looked at him with a serious expression "I wonder if she looked at the 'other Ben' like that too."
"But of course not, he was perfect." He thinks aloud as he enters the elevator.
"What did you say?" Y/n serious question.
"Nothing, I didn't say anything." Ben says standing next to her.
He was a little drunk, but maybe not drunk enough to ask the questions he wanted to ask her.
Ben was so thoughtful that he didn't even notice when the elevator stopped and the doors opened, so he decided to follow Y/n as she exited the elevator.
"Why are you following me?" Y/n asks turning around sharply.
"I don't want to fight ok, I just want to talk" Ben says raising his hands in acknowledgment.
"I do not want to talk to you." Y/n says starting to walk again.
"I bet you wouldn't say that to your Ben." When Ben says that, Y/n stops walking, and turns to face him.
"Stop talking about him." She says seriously to him.
"Turns out he's me!" Ben says in a louder tone.
"No, you're not my Ben, my Ben always thought of everyone, my Ben didn't mind being fucking number one!" Ben looks puzzled at Y/n who is watering in his eyes.
Y/n sighs, running a hand over her face and sits on the floor and leans her head against the hallway wall.
"I'm sorry, I just…don't want to talk." She says closing her eyes.
Ben looks at her, and sighs too "Fuck it wasn't supposed to be like this." He thinks
Ben sits next to her with their shoulders almost touching.
"How... what was he like?" He'd asked this so many times, but he wanted to know her answer so badly.
"I think everyone has told you about him." Y/n says opening her eyes and looking at him.
"But I want to see your vision of him." Y/n looks down at her feet and smiles slightly.
"He was the best person I've ever met, I could say anything to him, and he would never judge me, and he always listened to me and...was always there." Y/n says with a choked voice.
Ben listens intently with a sad expression.
"He always asked how my day was, even though we were spending the day together." Y/n says and lets out a giggle wiping the tears with her hands.
Ben looks down at his feet, and all he can hear is Y/n's sniffles, and it hurts so bad.
"How…how was your day?" Ben says quietly and Y/n looks at him in surprise.
"You do not have to do this." She says looking at him.
"I want to do this, please just... let me do this." Y/n closes her eyes again smiling slightly.
"I think I had a bad day." Y/n says still with her eyes closed.
"I bet that Ben didn't help much." Ben says analyzing her face, and smiles to see her smile more.
"God, she's so beautiful."
"Oh he's not as bad as he looks." She says and the two laugh.
After a while of silence, Ben feels Y/n lean her head on his shoulder.
"I know I'm not your Ben but-" Ben starts but is interrupted by Y/n.
"Stop saying that, you are who you should be." Y/n says, and Ben feels his eyes water.
"I'm sure he loved you as much as you loved him." He says softly and Y/n smiles.
"I think I will always love all of your versions." Y/n says closing his eyes and Ben smiles more.
