Pairing: Early Seasons!spencer Reid X Sunshine!fem!reader Genre: Fluff, Roommate Au, Childhood Friends

nekoma // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works + the synopsis for each fic belongs to the author who wrote the fic

kuroo tetsuro

taste test - kaientai

synopsis: when you taste the same thing as your soulmate, things get interesting

red all over - meldve

synopsis: you are trapped in an elevator with your work rival, kuroo. what else could go wrong?

your name - tsukisemi

synopsis: kuroo finds you really cute, too bad you keep giving him a fake name every time you come into the coffee shop he works at

public transit - orphan_account

synopsis: your heart pounded, knowing you were being touched, and he was watching you.

but when he loves me - sweetcandyliar

synopsis: there are so many ways that kuroo tells you he loves you.

somewhere only we know - wanderwithme (wanderlustt)

synopsis: four times kuroo proposes to you - and the last time he does

meeting the boys - orphan_account

synopsis: in which no one really believes kuroo could get a girlfriend as incredible as you

落葉 | rakuyou - deltachye

synopsis: maple leaves are most beautiful in which they have died, falling slowly, waiting patiently to be reborn

riverbank - itsleese

synopsis: you're reminded of the little boy you loved way back then, the riverbank you played at together. maybe you should go see it?

caring cats - haikyuu_philia

synopsis: nekoma is family

disrupted meetings - sansos

synopsis: dr. tetsurou kuroo’s research group has transitioned to hosting meetings online. what could go wrong?

cat ears - just__j

synopsis: kuroo approaches you, captain of the girls club, with a proposition of a bet for the losing captain

kozume kenma

change the channel - alkale

synopsis: "i want to buy your game from you"

kodzuken does not have a girlfriend - bunnytime

synopsis: it has been a running joke that kodzuken lies about having a girlfriend for years now. needless to say, his fanbase is convinced he doesn’t really have a girlfriend

second place - yourqueenhasarrived

synopsis: kenma forgets your anniversary and once again pushes you aside for his gaming career. how much can you take?

an inconvenient crush - the_only_iris

synopsis: kenma has had the biggest crush on twitch streamer, (y/n). what happens when their paths cross?

learning process - nomazee

synopsis: you and kenma always had an interesting dynamic. kuroo found it nice for everyone involved

thank you for being a friend! - heichoe

synopsis: ”if it helps: when you gave kuroo head in high school, he said it was great"

yaku morisuke

who dares speak aloud these words (intended for the heart to speak) - sunmoonstarsrain

synopsis: yaku bursts into her life like a hurricane, even whilst akaashi lingers on like the memory of a summer breeze

artists eyes - teapots_and_teacups

synopsis: yaku was used to being ignored on the court

if only i were selfish - this noodle writes

synopsis: yaku was anything but a selfish man, but being selfless had cost him you once before. so, when he gets the chance to see you again, will he finally be selfish enough to try?

note: as you can tell, i'm trying a different recommendations style- what do you think? do you think i should switch back to the first one or is this one better? would love to know your thoughts

Seven days of the week

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

NSFW 18+, mdni, just what a week is like with your husband!Levi, filth, literally filth. I apologize.

Monday

Soft sex, he starts the week off by waking you up with gentle kisses on Monday morning. His hands run over your soft skin, lips kissing the nape of your neck as he presses his hips into yours. He enters you, cock pushing past your walls slowly as he quiets your moans with a passionate kiss on the lips. "Good morning baby." Levi nibbles on your ear as his thrusts get deeper, he holds you close, your back to his chest as his cock slides in and out of your wetness.

Tuesday

Kitchen counter, I repeat KITCHEN COUNTER. He sneaks up behind you, his hands running under your shirt and messaging your breasts as you try to cook. Levi turns the stove off and spins you around to place your body on the counter as he stands between your open legs. He is quick to slide your underwear off, his fingers ghosting on your inner thighs before he touches your pussy. A cheeky smirk appears on his face. "I had my fingers buried in your cunt so many times, yet you're always so sensitive..." He entered two of his fingers into your warmth without warning, your hips bucked off the cold surface. Levi pumped his finger in and out, faster and faster before he scissored them inside of you. You came all over his fingers, Levi pulled his fingers out and licked them. "You taste so good as always baby." He pulls your body closer. "Now let me see how you feel today..."

Wednesday

Rough, he came home from work in a bad mood. He didn't even ask you anything, just threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass as he carried you to your bedroom. His kisses are intense as he lays you down on the soft mattress, he bites on your lips as he pulls away from the kiss. Hands undress you before you can blink. He plays with your nipples, mouth sucking them eagerly as his cock pounds into you roughly. "Such a pretty wife. You're doing so good for me." Despite his soft words, he fucks you hard. Your head is buried into the pillow as he holds you down, ass up in the air as he spanks it. He loves having you in the doggy style. A growl escapes his lips as he starts fucking you faster, feeling your walls get tighter around his cock. Pulling out, he cums all over your back and you fall on the bed. "We are not done yet, baby." He kisses down your spine before pulling your hips back up.

Thursday

Your husband is busy today, he didn't have time for you but he can always excuse a few minutes to have you drool on his cock. You bob your head up and down as Levi holds your hair in his hands. "Mhh that wicked mouth of yours..." His words make you take him further into your mouth, you gag on him a few times before swirling your tongue around his tip. Levi twitches in your mouth before you feel his load shoot down your throat. "That's it. Swallow it all." And you do, you swallow the salty taste before striking your tongue out to show your husband. Levi smiles and strokes your hair softly. "You're just the perfect wife, aren't you?"

Friday

Humiliation. Mean, as much as he loves you when you piss him off and tease him too much, he gets mean. Your legs shake from overestimation, practically begging him to stop but he only grips your thighs harder as he sucks on your clit again. "Shut the fuck up. You're nothing but a slut." You whine as you cum on his tongue again. Levi slurps up all of your juices before he kisses you on the lips. "Say you want my cock, say it." He grips your jaw and you have no choice. "Please Levi, want your cock" He bites your neck as he spreads your legs and enters you. "What a good girl you are. Just hungry to get fucked aren't you?" His hips start snapping into you in a mean pace, the bed shakes. Yeah, he won't stop until he has you ruined under him.

Saturday

Multiple creampies. He wants to have children with you and now that you're his wife, he can cum inside of you as much as he wants. "Want me to make you a mommy? Fill you up again?" He asks as if he didn't cum in you two times already, his thrusts are sloppy, and the sound almost makes you ashamed. "Fuck...fuck Levi!" Your nails dig into his biceps, hips moving with his as you ride him. "Yeah? Want another load in you hmm? Can you take more?" Your husband watches as you bounce on top of him, desperate for release. "Yes. Yes, another!" Levi takes your hips and plunges deeper into you, his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again. Your wet cunt clamps down on him as you cum and Levi holds your hips still before groaning. His cum fills your up and you drop your head on his shoulder. It drips out of you as Levi pulls out of you but he is quick to put his finger inside of you. "We can't make a mess all over my office chair now, can we?" He bites your neck sweetly.

Sunday

Both of you have a free day on Sunday, sometimes the weather allows you two to somewhere, you go but if the weather is rainy, your husband likes to tease you and deny you until you can't any longer. You're seated in front of the mirror, legs spread as Levi plays with your pussy. "Levi please..." He just pretends like he didn't hear you and just continues to run his fingers gently over your wetness. Lips nibble at your neck, his other hand circling your nipples. "Look at yourself, begging for me. What is that you want?" He slaps your wet cunt before gently rubbing it. "Want your fingers...please..." A slight snort leaves his mouth. "That's all? Common I know my pretty wife can do better.." His fingers are now just lightly ghosting over your pussy. "Please. Want to cum on your fingers..." You feel his teeth bite into your shoulder, his fingers thrust into you three times before he takes them out again and rubs your inner thighs instead. "But what's the hurry love? We have all day.." He smiles as he sees the reflection in the mirror. You were truly a work of art and he can't believe he got so lucky.

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FOOLISH LOVERS. luke castellan

description. luke castellan has betrayed camp half blood. luke castellan has made an enemy out of those around you. and unfortunately, luke castellan has always held a place in your heart that you can't close off. at least, not until you meet with him one final time.

includes. SMUT 18+, fem!reader, daughter of hypnos reader, oral (f and m receiving), brief anal rimming (f receiving), implied p n v, dreamscape sex again, angst galore, some arguing, references to pjo ep 8. inspo from wicked game by chris isaak

wc: 5.8k+

a/n: a dreamcatcher: daughter of the god of dreams installment.

Before you can realize the change, you’re standing on a hill. 

It takes you a second to notice, but the area is much like your dreamscape. Low, waving blades of grass that travel through the air with the wind brushing against your bare ankles. The ocean is loud and to your right, down beneath a steep cliff. From just a quick glance, you see a storm brewing off into the distance. The water swirls angrily as if it’s ready to disrupt anything that dares to come into its path. 

You can’t help but think about the betrayed son of the sea god back in reality who surely feels the same. 

When you take your eyes away from the entrancing scenery of the ocean, you notice a cabin directly in front of you. It’s small, and made from long wooden logs, although there isn’t a forest nearby to identify the source of the frame. The exterior is slightly shabby, appearing manmade with a few imperfections. 

It’s not on a comparable scale to the cabins back at Camp Half-Blood, but something about it feels cozy. It gives implications of a simpler life. Maybe what summer camp could have been if you weren’t the offspring of a god. 

That and the clouds rumbling with warnings of an approaching storm is what encourages you to seek refuge in the four walls. 

Step by step, you don’t fail to notice how a focus subject has yet to appear. 

Your hand wraps around the doorknob and you push the slab of wood open as you wonder who’s dream you could have been pulled into tonight. 

You haven’t even stepped foot over the threshold, you have started to convince yourself that this is the dream of the son of the sea god, and then someone speaks. 

“Hey.” 

You stop. 

Your foot hovers for a second before you place it back beside the other. 

That voice. You hadn’t heard it for months now, but you know it. Day after day, you lay at night with your eyes closed, cementing the memory of the way he spoke and how he sounded as he laughed at your jokes into your mind. Forcing yourself to recall the inflections in his tone as he teased you, and how his words flattened out and got hard when he gave orders to yourself and others. And then, completely involuntarily, you would force yourself to pick through every single intonation and word that you could remember, attempting to find signs. Any hints or clues that Luke Castellan wasn’t the person he made himself out to be. 

Each night, you grapple with the fact that you couldn’t find any clues. You tried to reconcile with your blindness, all while telling yourself that you could have attempted to prevent it all. 

But hearing his voice now, none of that returns. Unexpectedly, your body floods with warmth. 

Luke sits on a small loveseat. The shape of it is a bit of a blur at first, but you blink and it cleans up to present a busy patterned textile couch. It’s well loved, there are a few tears in the bottom of the fabric at the back, and if you’re smelling it correctly, there’s a slight waft of cigarette smoke. 

Strangely enough, it’s inviting. 

You hate to admit it to yourself, but the boy sitting at one end of it makes it even more inviting. 

You step into the cabin and close the door behind you. 

“Hey, Luke.” 

He turns around to face you at the sound of your voice. You sound stronger than you expected. More casual, too. 

You realize that he’d been looking out a large set of windows before facing you. There’s only two but they take up most of the small wall. Outside is a perfect view of the land you’d just come from; bright green grass in the foreground and deep blue salt water off into the distance. 

Luke stares at you. 

The cabin is a little dark—there’s a lamp in the far corner that illuminates the room, washing out the otherwise blue light from outside—but you think his eyes are shining. As if there’s unshed tears barely held within them.

He smiles at you. It’s soft and almost mournful. 

You should leave. 

You shouldn’t be fraternizing with Luke at all, even if it is within a dreamscape. You couldn’t trust yourself in a room with him, especially with the things the two of you used to do when you were in dreamscapes alone. 

Just looking at him reminds you of all of those times. Sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. The feeling of his muscles beneath your inquisitive hands. The deep and smooth sound of his voice. The way everything felt so real and so tangible as he rocked into you, and then as euphoria swept over your bodies you felt so infinite and surreal. 

Your teeth find your lower lip. Your body urges you to get closer to Luke. Stubbornly, you stay in your spot. 

“What d’you think?” He lifts a finger and circles it around in the air. Your eyes lift and you finally take in the rest of the cabin. 

The main room is spacious, but comfortable. Lightly furnished with hardwood floors. Though almost every surface is covered in some sort of rug, most of them persian. There’s a small kitchen to your left, and then the living area that Luke sits in on the right. There’s a few bookshelves but there aren’t many books on them, and there’s a fireplace that looks to have never been used before. A few picture frames sit on the mantle of the fireplace, but from afar they just appear to be showcasing blobs of people without any distinctive features to identify an identity. 

Admittedly, for this to be the created dreamscape of the son of a messenger, it’s impressive. 

You tell him as such. 

This time, Luke’s smile is appreciative. 

“Means a lot coming from you. Especially with the things you can create.” 

Your skin heats up and you block the memories out of your head before they can firmly cement themselves once more. 

“You might have me beat, Castellan. Giving me a run for my money.” 

You don’t know why you decide to fall into the old routine with him. Maybe it’s because you can’t push Luke away for the life of you. He was once your friend and so much more at the same time. It’s impossible for you to completely forget the times you shared together. 

Maybe it’s the home making you feel this way. 

How comfortable it feels. How protective it is. 

You’ve spent weeks pulled into unfortunate dreams. Nightmares have plagued even the toughest minds of Camp Half Blood as of late, and you’ve been unable to fortify your own mind enough to prevent slipping into the mind of others. Which has left you to fight against unbeatable monsters, fortify the barriers of Camp only to have them knocked down by Zeus over and over again, watch those you love die in horrible battles, and much much more. 

In comparison, there is the possibility of a simple conversation with Luke Castellan giving you what you’d been desperately missing even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself: Luke’s company. 

It’s how you reason with yourself whenever you take a seat atop the cushion of the couch. Instantly, it feels as if you’ve never truly known comfort before. This couch conforms to the curves of your body. You lean back against it, pull your feet up with you, and you quickly decide to stay a little while longer. 

Up close, Luke looks even prettier than you remember. Dark curly hair a little more grown out, unruly and hanging over his forehead like low hanging fruit, begging for you to latch onto it. His face looks a little slimmer as if he’s lost weight, and the angular planes of his cheekbones and jawline accentuates the dark shadow he has along his chin. The mark of facial hair that was previously present. Beneath his clothes—a faded black, almost gray hoodie, and black sweatpants—he appears larger. His shoulders wider, his neck thicker, his wrist and hands veiner. 

(Compared to his covered body, you feel bare in nothing but long socks, and a matching shorts and tank top set.)

He looks virtually the same, but his aura is different. There’s more confidence in him, a larger ego, glory even, that wasn’t there the last time you’d seen him. You know what has caused the change, and it should be something you despise. But his new glory makes him more attractive. It dries out your tongue and lodges something in your throat, pushing it further down until it sits heavy in your stomach. 

“Thought this could be our new spot.” Luke speaks softly, almost in a scared whisper, as if he fears that you’ll reject him. 

(You don’t know if you could ever reject Luke)

Your eyebrows furrow. “Our spot?” Confusion drips off of your words. 

Luke nods once. He licks over his lips and you’re quick to peel your eyes away from the sight and back to his eyes. That’s not helping you much either so you instead try to figure out what books are on the shelves afar. 

Since the little amount of time that has passed, there have been a few more added. From the ones that have already been there, the titles are too far away, too dream disoriented, and your dyslexia hasn’t escaped this dream, but you think you find novels on Seeing. Guides on how to decipher the visions that come to humans, or how to channel them. 

You focus back on Luke. 

“Yeah. Like the old bedroom. But a little more …” he hesitates to find the word then lands on, “Casual.” 

The bedroom. 

Your lower stomach stirs at the mention of it. The large bed, how warm it always was in there, the cold leather of the couch, the things the two of you did to each other on all surfaces. 

This spot is definitely a lot more casual. You’re not instantly compelled to straddle Luke here, although you do have a few thoughts about throwing your legs over his right now and reconnecting in ways you’ve missed since he left. 

So badly do you want to agree. This could be the one place where you get to experience what you’ve been missing without anyone else knowing. This is the only place where you can see Luke without anyone else knowing. 

But it’s wrong. 

He’s the cause of all of this. He’s caused the nightmares you’ve been pulled into. He has betrayed everyone on levels you could have never imagined. And who’s to say that he won’t betray you again. 

“We won’t need a ‘spot’, Luke.” Briefly, his eyes flash as if he’s hurt but in your eyes, Luke has proven himself to be a formidable actor as of late so you ignore it. “This is a one time thing.” 

A moment passes. And then another. 

You turn to watch the sea out in the distance. It appears as if the ocean has lulled for the time being. The sky is still dark, but it has yet to deepen in color. 

Luke takes a breath and you give him your attention again. 

“Why won’t you join me?” 

His eyes flash betrayal, his lips twist into something sorrowful. 

Your answer comes easy. The same one you’ve told yourself over and over again, night by night when you considered reaching out to him. 

“Because it’s not right, Luke.”

When he stands, his newfound power becomes even more clear. It leaks from his pores, spews from his mouth with his words. 

“How could it be ‘wrong’ when you feel the same. All that time you spent telling me about your father. How neglected you felt. What happened to that?” 

Your head shakes. You stand, too, evening out the field for both of you. 

“This is not what I meant. I–” The words don’t find you. Luke takes notice. 

“You what? Love your father? Love the gods? After how they treat you. How they treat us.” 

“Don’t say ‘us’. We aren’t together, Luke.” 

That same look flashes in his eyes once more. He takes a step forward, you take one back. 

He doesn’t say anything. You watch his hand reach behind his back. 

“What, are you gonna fight me like you did with Percy?” 

His head shakes. His eyes harden. He pulls his hand back and it comes up empty. 

“He attacked first.” 

Your voice starts to rise. “And you tried to kill him, Luke. He’s twelve. What don’t you understand about that? ” 

“Twelve and a forbidden child. In the grand scheme of things, his age doesn’t matter. He’s powerful. More powerful than both of us combined.” 

“So is that why you tried to kill him? Because he’s a threat?” 

“I don’t want to have this conversation with you. Not here. Not now.” 

“Yeah? Well then when? And where? Because this is the last time you’ll be seeing me, Luke.” 

“Okay.” 

Your eyebrows raise. Disbelief paints over your features. You’d expected more of a fight. For Luke to disagree or attempt to convince you to return to him a few more times after this. Maybe that’s what you wanted. Maybe you wanted him to convince you that you needed him. Maybe you wanted to hear him tell you that he needed you. 

Either way, your reply is the same as his. 

“Okay.” You turn and take the few steps it takes to get to the door. 

Your chest heaves with large gulps of air in and small breaths of letting them out. Your body is buzzing, the same feeling you would get before sparring with Luke. The same feeling you would get before your bodies joined together. 

You tell yourself to reach out for the door handle. You tell yourself to lift your arm, connect your hand with the metal, and pull it open. You tell yourself to return to your own dreamscape, maybe even reality, and forget any of this ever happened. 

Maybe you would’ve done it if Luke hadn’t spoken. 

“You can walk out that door but that won’t change how you truly feel.” 

He doesn’t add on. You don’t move. 

“And how do I feel?” 

The adrenaline is overwhelming you. You need to expel it out of your body somehow. 

As Luke is speaking, you’re already approaching him. 

“I’m sure I don’t need to answer that for you.”

When he speaks, it’s with arrogance. His confidence is heavily laced in his words, overflowing until it drips out into the air and lodges in your chest. Running through your body and down to your fingertips. It annoys you, makes you want to battle it out with him in a fight you’re sure to lose. 

Your feet thud against the floor with each step until you’re close enough to cup his cheeks in both of your hands and pull his face down to yours. 

There’s no hesitation in the kiss from either side. As if both of you were expecting it to happen eventually. 

Luke kisses you back vehemently, his lips messily sliding against yours as he presses into the center of your back, accentuating the curve and drawing your chest into his. His free hand glides down your side to your hips. He circles to your back, dragging his palm down to rest over the curve of your ass. He grips the flesh through the soft fabric of your shorts, digging his blunt nails in before continuing his hand—open palmed—down to grip the back of your thigh. 

His other hand mirrors his previous actions until he has a hand on either thigh. He tugs once, and you collaborate to wrap your legs around his waist and hook your ankles behind his back. Your hands dig into his hair, and your core tightens as you prepare to continue holding yourself up. But Luke takes most of the load. 

He places his hands on your bottom to keep you lifted. You expect him to walk you back to the couch, or maybe pin you to a wall. But he doesn’t. 

He holds you against him in the center of the living room, kissing you like he’ll never get to kiss you again. You don’t fail to realize how he likely won’t. 

His tongue slides against yours, your teeth knock together at least twice, both of you refuse to pull away to breathe which results in heavy exhales through your noses against the skin of the other cheek. 

While it may be uncoordinated, it’s not primal. 

There’s copious amounts of longing beneath each pass of your tongues against each other. There’s human emotion behind the way you tug on his hair and how he uses one hand to pull your hips closer to him. There’s raw longing in the soft sighs and gasps you both let out into the other’s mouth, taking it in and replicating the noises over and over again. 

When you finally do part, it’s with a wet, pronounced smack. 

“Luke,” you gasp his name before you can realize it’s happening. One of your hands moves from his hair to hold his cheek. Your fingers spread around his ear and your thumb probes into his jaw. 

He hums, his eyes still shut. 

“I want you,” you admit. 

You watch the smile spread across his lips, his eyes flickering open to look into your soul. 

“Took you long enough to admit it.” 

You suck your teeth and roll your eyes. Your other hand, previously resting on his shoulder, slaps his bicep. 

“Don’t be an asshole about it.” 

He laughs as he apologizes, knocking his forehead against yours. “Sorry, pretty girl.” 

He takes a moment.

When he speaks, his eyes are nothing but earnest. His words are slow and careful, despite how simple they are. They fill your chest with warmth. They comfort you, possibly in slight delusion as you instantly believe him without caring about what repercussions his promise could come with. 

“You have me. Always have. Always will.” 

You’re quick to surge forward. 

Luke is quick to reciprocate. 

This time, he walks you back to the couch. He settles you on it carefully, not lifting his hands from your bottom until you’re seated securely along the loveseat and pulled to the edge by his hands hooked under your knees. 

His own knees dig into the rug beneath the furniture. His head is tipped up to continue kissing you, this one lacking the over enthusiasm from before. Now, he takes his time, having confessed his desire to be with you as long as you’ll let him. 

It’s not long until he pulls away and trails his lips down, kissing along your decollete, not stopping when he comes in contact with the fabric of your small shirt. He presses his lips into the fabric firmly, as if he’s trying to reach your skin beneath the layer.

You feel the pressure he has beneath each kiss as he trails down, and you arch into his touch, excitement spreading through your lower half whenever Luke digs his fingers into the elastic of your shorts and pulls them off of your legs before he even reaches there. 

You’re quick to leave your legs open, even going as far as to spread them a little more to give Luke more room. 

His wide shoulders fill the space. They nudge against your knees and instead of letting you spread your legs even more, he throws them over his shoulders, effectively caging himself in with your limbs. 

If the small smile on his face is anything to go by, he’s happy about his position. 

You’re still wearing your panties. Your hands trail down to get rid of them, but Luke stops you with a hand on your lower abdomen. 

“Let me,” he tells you, voice soft and light. 

You remove your hands and do as told. It’s a simple system you have worked out, Luke slowly but surely working his way down to where you want him. He's eager, and you know he wants himself there as much as you do. 

It’s strange what desire could make you do. 

You’ve never been anything but loyal to Camp Half-Blood. To both of your parents. And in normal circumstances, you wouldn’t allow yourself to do this.

 But you’ll simply have a final time with Luke. That’s it. Sharing your body with him, and having his body shared with you, won’t make you forget his transgressions. 

As your panties are pulled off of your legs, and your skin is once again placed above the thick fabric on the shoulders of his sweatshirt, you tell yourself that this won’t change anything. 

You’ll never be able to forget what he has done. What he’s planning to do. 

Except, perhaps, you can push it aside for as long as you’ll have to while you let yourself get lost in his touch. 

The first pass of his tongue is a long stripe between your folds. He spreads you open with his thumbs, pulling at the skin on either side to expose your center. Then he flattens his tongue and licks up from your entrance to your clit. 

He puckers his lips, sucking twice before flicking his tongue against the bud. 

Your hands card through his hair, ignoring the way your fingers get stuck on a few stubborn curls that refuse to separate in favor of grounding yourself. It feels too good, and you haven’t been in this position for too long. There’s nothing you fear more right now than getting too lost and waking up in the real world before you’re even satisfied. 

Luke brings his attention back down to your entrance where he laps up what you’ve been leaking. He groans, peeling his mouth away and you stare down at him, entranced by how grateful he looks. 

Eyes closed, face completely relaxed, his scar laid flat against his cheek, his pink lips parted and glistening. 

He looks ethereal. The sight is addicting. 

“Missed this so much,” he admits, tongue flickering out to lick the remnants of your arousal off of his lips. 

You feel the same, but you refuse to tell him that. Instead, you scrape your nails at his scalp lightly and shuffle your hips, hoping that alone is enough to capture Luke’s attention again. 

Either he catches the memo or he had the same idea as you because his lips are right back between your legs.

You’d expected him to behave like a man starved, licking and sucking your cunt like you would disappear any moment. Instead, he takes his time with you. He utilizes the best part about being in a dreamscape: the lack of concrete time. 

He savors the taste of your cunt, and the little sounds you make. His fingers press into the tops of your thighs as he holds them down against his shoulders to prevent you from squirming. His nose nudges against your clit and digs into the short hair you have on your mound. 

He presses his tongue everywhere that he can, sometimes even sliding further down to rim areas still unexplored. Each time, you would tense up just a little less, until eventually you were trying to subtly urge his head further down for him to do it just one more time. 

And when he does, that’s when the coil in your lower belly gets as tight as it could get, just before snapping from the tension. You would have warned him. Or, maybe you did. You were so focused on getting there that any words that came out of your mouth weren’t even considered. You weren’t aware of anything other than your mouth moving at the same speed as your hips as you dragged your cunt against Luke’s face, using him to guide your orgasm to full completion. 

As soon as your hips stop twitching you swing your legs off of his shoulders and slide to the floor beside him. You pull your shirt off, then do the same for Luke, throwing both of your tops off to the side. 

Unsurprisingly, he’s not wearing another layer beneath the sweatshirt, allowing you to run your palms down his chest, feeling the familiar definition along his abdomen. 

You sit in front of him with your legs folded underneath you, and since he’s on his haunches, he towers over you just a bit. You have to tilt your head up to kiss at his jaw and neck, your hands busying themselves with urging his sweatpants off of his hips. 

Luke does the rest of the job for you, hesitantly pulling away from your touch to stand and slide his sweatpants off of his legs himself. You’re left on the ground, hands politely resting in your lap while you stare up at Luke with wide eyes. 

He slowly reveals more and more of his legs until he’s wearing nothing but his briefs. They hug him well, like they always have. A prominent outline of the muscle definition in his thighs, elastic waistband hanging low enough on his hips for you to see the ‘V’ that connects his hips and abdomen. And of course, the tight material reveals the prominent boner confined within the crotch of his briefs. 

You want to reach up and palm him. You want to pull the final layer off of him. You want to take his cock into your mouth and relax with the heavy and warm feeling of him against your tongue. 

But you decide to be patient. And it’s worth it. 

Luke slides his briefs off himself, never breaking eye contact with you as he throws them to join the rest of your clothing. His stare is strong and heavy as he spits into his hand and puts his dick into the same place, wrapping his palm around the center of it and stroking a few times. 

There’s the prettiest, most picturesque bead of precum at the tip and you’re practically salivating just looking at it, praying deep down that Luke doesn’t run his hand over it so you can have it for yourself. 

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Luke takes a step closer, holding the base of his cock right in front of your face, allowing you to get the perfect view of how his tip is a light pink around the almost clear drop of precum. 

“You want?” he asks you simply, smiling a bit when you nod eagerly. “Then open.” 

You’re quick to do as told, lacking any shame whenever you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. As soon as Luke presses his tip to your muscle, you wrap your lips around him and eagerly suck him clean. 

Another good thing about the dreamscape is that everything either tastes like absolutely nothing, or like pure honey. And when you’re with Luke, things are usually the latter. 

You start to get lost in it, enthusiastically beginning to suck Luke off even though you were only meant to be getting a taste. 

You can see that Luke is close to commenting on it. His eyes shine like they do before he has something to say, but just when his lips part and he takes a breath to speak, you hollow your cheeks and sink as far down him as you can and any words he could have conjured up are suddenly gone. 

He lets you do what you want, eyes fluttering shut and one large hand cupping the back of your head as you continue to suck him off. He lets out the smallest noises, pretty grunts and groans and sighs. 

Luke was clearly just as wound up as you were. Within a couple of minutes he’s already starting to spew out praises like he does when he’s close. Some of them are fragments, broken words strung together in incomplete sentences. 

“So … doing so .. you’re–” when you swirl your tongue at the tip and tease his balls just a bit. 

“Gods, you’re so good at this,” when you jerk the majority of his dick with one hand and focus your mouth on his tip with the other. 

“Close. So close. Almost there, dove” when you take all of him into your mouth once more, throat molding around the definite shape of him. 

And when he cums down your throat, you’re so satisfied that you can’t help but moan unabashedly along with him. 

You’ve only just swallowed his cum before his cock is pulled out of your mouth and he’s back on his knees in front of you. 

His arms wrap around your waist, he pulls you into his lap, laying his head on your chest and just letting himself be. 

Just existing. 

After a couple of minutes, you stop expecting him to speak and decide to just exist too. Your breathing eventually matches up, in and out, in and out, over and over again in tandem. Outside, rain starts to thud against the roof of the small home. Distantly, there’s the faint sound of thunder, and you’re sure the ocean is swirling angrily. 

None of that matters, though. You’ll be left to decipher the metaphorical meanings of it all later, when you aren’t coexisting in the shared warmth from you and Luke. 

When he isn’t kissing the tops of your breasts and holding you securely in his arms. 

Eventually, Luke does break the silence. His voice is low when he does, both in volume and tone. 

“Can I have you? Just one final time?” 

He talks into your skin without looking directly at you. But as you start to respond, you cup his cheeks and force him to look at you. 

The entire time, you’ve been fighting this battle. Knowing you wanted Luke, knowing you wanted to be with Luke, but also knowing it was wrong. All of it was wrong. 

But right here, right now, you let go. You nod unashamedly. You kiss his forehead then the tip of his nose then his lips, before landing on the bottom end of his scar. 

You tell him, “Yes. Of course, Luke”, as if he didn’t even have to ask in the first place. 

And truthfully, you don’t think he did. 

‎

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” 

Luke is in the middle of pulling his sweatshirt back over his head when you speak. There’s a second where the fabric is hiding his face, slowly revealing the curls at the top of his head, then his dark eyebrows, and finally his eyes. They look as they have the entire time: despondent. 

“I know you didn’t. Neither did I.” You have a feeling that neither of you are speaking about the same specific thing, but the overlap in your conditions is so wide that you don’t bother correcting him. 

He reaches behind his back once more and when he pulls his hand back around, he has his camp necklace dangling from his fingers. He undoes the knot, and holds it open, waiting, until finally you turn around and let him delicately tie it around your neck. 

Your hand touches the beads. You want to thank him, but it doesn’t feel right. 

Instead, your lips twist into what you hope comes off as a thankful smile when you turn around. When Luke replicates it, you feel a little better. 

There’s a moment, just a brief moment there where you’re both staring at each other and the memory of Luke’s hands and lips and tongue and his everything engrossing you, taking your everything and combining them together, is still fresh on your mind. The warmth of his eyes and the warmth of his camp necklace around your throat heals you. And you consider that your feelings for Luke were stronger than you ever forced yourself to acknowledge. 

He was more than a close friend to you. More than someone you looked up to. More than someone you shared your body with in the dreamscape. 

He was more. 

It feels unfair for you to have these emotions. The wrongness of it all—your feelings for Luke Castellan, how he’d turned out—has rage fueling deep in your gut. With no one else to blame it on, you can’t help but briefly curse the gods. 

For they were the ones to cause this. To instill deep hatred into Luke’s chest. To prevent either of you from ever having a normal life where you could live and breathe and love without the burdens placed upon you both. 

A life where you wouldn’t have to love and lose someone like Luke. 

But there’s nothing for you to do about it now. 

You don’t want to leave. But your time together is up. You should’ve left a long time ago, and your choice to stay before resulted in something you could never take back. 

You turn and walk to the door. And once more, Luke speaking causes you to stop. 

“You are the only one who could make me change my mind.” He says it in a small whisper, as if he doesn’t want to admit it even to himself. As if he shouldn’t be admitting it at all.

‘Are’. His feelings for you still haven’t changed. You don’t know if they ever will. 

Either way, you’re forced to change yours.  

You don’t know what to say. So you don’t say anything. Your hand reaches for the doorknob. You take it in your palm, gripping and turning at the same time until the latch is undone. 

The door opens and fills the room with the sound of rain falling. It’s loud and fills the empty space. Up until Luke speaks and the baritone of his voice joins it. 

“This is it?” 

You nod once. Luke’s scoff sounds painful. It’s bitter with an edge of hatred. Maybe disbelief. 

It makes tears brim at your eyes. Your nose stings. Your throat feels as if it’s constricting with the effort to hold your tears back. 

Luke takes a breath. You step one foot out of the door. 

“Dreamcatcher,” he calls to get your attention, the nickname giving you that fuzzy feeling you used to get from just seeing him around camp. “We’ll be seeing each other again.” 

And then your foot lands on the dry green grass of your own dreamscape. 

Just a few hours later, you rise with the morning sun, sneaking off to the showers before everyone else to get rid of the stickiness between your thighs. 

The dream might not have been real, but the evidence between your legs certainly was. Strangely enough, that and the additional chord of beads around your neck. You only notice it when you’ve undressed and stepped beneath the shower head, scrubbing at your skin and running into additional jewelry you hadn’t expected to have been there. 

You take it off and slip it with the rest of your clothes as a keepsake, carrying it around in your pocket for only you to know about.

𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆:

𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕: ☾

𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇: ✿

𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕: ❥

𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖎𝖗

𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓

𝔴𝔦𝔭 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝒐𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕... 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕

𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 1/2

☾✿

summary: finnick had pulled the plug on your relationship long ago, when he could no longer keep from you what he'd been forced into. but after you've returned victorious from your games, he knows you need him as the nightmares come for you each time you close your eyes.

𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 (a sequel series)

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13

☾❥✿

summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.

𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓮, 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓻𝔂, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯𝓯, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓮, 𝓷𝓸, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 ( the end of the trilogy)

1/2/3/4/5/6

☾❥✿

summary: the Capitol has taken you away from Finnick, the life you've been trying to build together and now he has to fight to get every part of you back

𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪, 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻? 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼? 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓱𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓶 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓮?

𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 (requested)

✿

summary: after winning your games you're thrust into a new scene of capitol luxury and parties. in the midst of the gowns, and masquerade masks you meet someone who you instantly feel sparks go off for, victor finnick odair.

𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝓘'𝓶 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓴, 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝔀𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝓘'𝓶 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓴, 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾

𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

☾

summary: finnick's cycle of self destruction stops for no one, even if it tears the two of you apart, but you refuse to fade into the past.

𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭'𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 '𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾

𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩

❥

summary: finnick can't stop himself from an endless day of teasing leaving you frustrated with an itch only he can scratch

𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂'𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷' 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷' 𝓽𝓸, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽, 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓱, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂'𝓼 𝓯𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓳𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓘'𝓶 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝔀, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽, 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽, 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓱, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽

𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 (requested)

✿ ❥

summary: you and finnick had never confessed your feelings, but after you've been rescued from the Capitol, you both realize it's time to talk about the unspoken

𝓘'𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬, 𝓘'𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰, 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰, 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭. 𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭. 𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓸𝓱 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷

𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 (requested)

✿☾

summary: you and finnick are meant to be together even if neither of you noticed all the signs.

𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮. 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓮𝓼 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮? 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮

☾

summary: finnick pushed himself away, isolated himself, and you're slipping through his fingers like sand.

𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭? 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮? 𝓸𝓱, 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷, 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷? 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷

𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚 (requested)

❥

summary: you and finnick have always had an irresistible pull towards one another

𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮, 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓷 𝓾𝓻𝓰𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮, 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮

𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 (requested)

✿☾

summary: after you win your games you've become more closed off and untrusting, but hidden away in the corner of a Captiol party fate leads you straight to your soulmate.

𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓾𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽, 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓲𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓫 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓹 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝔁𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓾𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 '𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓘, 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼

𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 ✿

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧!𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 (requested) ✿

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 ☾

finnick and black cat!partner ✿

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 (requested) ✿

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 (requested) ✿

𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔠.

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 (𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣)

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 (𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣)

twelve days of kinkmas

【13th to 24th of December.】

note: this is 18+ content. nsfw. very kinky stuff y’all. please practice safe, consensual sex okay mom.

all tom holland x fem!reader unless indicated otherwise. (some may be toms characters)

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day 1 ↠ face fucking, spit play + face slapping.

day 2 ↠ pain kink, masochism + choking.

day 3 ↠ impact play + overstimulation.

day 4 ↠ bondage + manhandling. w/ college!peter parker

day 5 ↠ humiliation, degradation + thigh riding. w/ fratboy!tom

day 6 ↠ exhibitionism + mirror sex. 

day 7 ↠ spanking, praise + facial w/ professor!tom

day 8 ↠ breeding kink, rough + cockwarming. w/ mob!tom

day 9 ↠  dom/sub dynamics, ass play + anal sex.

day 10  ↠ voyeurism, toy usage + edging w/ boxer!tom

day 11 ↠ sub!tom, praise kink + pegging.

day 12 ↠ threesome w/ harrison osterfield.

back to masterlist

REGULUS BLACK

[ ⭐ ] - recommended/ stuff I’m proud of. [ P ] - popular [16+] - might contain suggestive language/implied smut

FLUFF ONESHOTS

drunk nights pt.1 | pt.2 [⭐] [P]

midnight lullabies [P]

the door [P] [⭐] [16+]

every little detail  [⭐]

studying stars [P]

words unsaid [⭐] [P] [16+]

another mask [⭐]

the break in pt.1 | pt 2 [⭐] [P]

love letters [P]

wishes and a gift [⭐]

forbidden forest  

guide to run  

melodies  

the night we met [⭐]

of monsters and men [⭐] [16+]

the best man

tricks and charms

how to slither-in

one, two, i love you

the love club

palace walls

midnight chase

ANGST / BITTERSWEET ENDINGS

across the sea  

smoke and mirrors 

the night we met [⭐]

DIALOGUE PROMPTS (short)

“I told the moon about you.” [⭐]

“no offense, but if I go missing, I hope everyone thinks the boyfriend did it.” [⭐]

“she’s my wife.”

“we could be like Romeo and Juliet.”

“no, thanks, I don’t think my luck will hold out.”

“I can’t say no to angels”

“I’m the queen of the castle!”

“for you, I’ll make an exception.”

“when you hold my hand, I know everything will be alright.”

“I mean it when I say I’d protect you.”

“a hug would be nice “

“I’d do anything for you.”

“you’ll always have me.”

“i think we both need a therapist to figure out whatever the hell this is.”

HEADCANONS ~ imagines but in bulletin form.

compliments [P]

ace in space boy (asexual!regulus)

stargazing with regulus

mornings with regulus (short)

being married to regulus would include

taking care of drunk reggie

dad!regulus on mother’s day

PREFERENCES ~ headcanons of many characters in a single post.

how you meet

proposal

Mine - Megumi x reader (18+)

You and your boyfriend Megumi decide to go out for the day. To the beach. Your trip is cut short when someone decides to flirt with you, and Megumj is intent on showing you exactly who you belong to.

"Megumi."

"Yes baby."

"Can we bring the demon dogs to the beach? I'm sure they will have loads of fun." your boyfriend sighed heavily in the next room.

He had never understood your obsession with his demon dogs. Everywhere you went you requested the demon dogs company, and you knew Megumi was only so discontent with the fact because you often gave them plenty of attention.

Forehead kisses, hugs and head scratches.

Still, his arsenal of weapons didn't contain a will to deny you, so he always said yes.

But you did try and delegate your affection to your lovely boyfriend too. Hugging him, kissing him, cuddling him and complimenting him to your hearts content.

Tying the sides of the cute pink bikini you'd bought a few weeks prior you then tied a white sarong around your waist. After seeing the gorgeous weather you'd asked to go on a exertion to the beach, Megumi had agreed.

You'd accidentally let it slip to Nobara and Yuji though, to Megumi's discontent, meaning they were tagging along too.

"Yeah, they can come." leaving the bathroom you glided over to your boyfriend, kissing him sweetly "Thank you." with an added hue to his cheeks he glanced off to the side "No problem."

He was in a white shirt and some black swim shorts and sliders, ready to hit Tokyo's beaches.

"You look beautiful in that bikini baby." beaming up at him you did a little dramatic spin "I thought you might like it." laughing when he snatched your hips and tugged you against his chest you rested a hand on his cheek.

He was so handsome when he got worked up from your teasing. That hard set of his jaw, the slight furrow of his brows. Leaning up you kissed him again, this time he let his hands fall to your ass, the flimsy material of your sarong not providing much protection.

Moaning slightly you stood on your tip toes, pushing your chest flush with his. It wasn't often you got full days off from training, recently Gojo's work trips had been few and far between so we couldn't sneak them like we normally would.

Evenings off were nice, but a day off was a treat never not taken advantage of.

Knocking on Megumi's door had you tearing away from him as you both sighed heavily in unison. If Gojo wasn't there to get in your way, someone else always was.

"Hurry up you guys! We won't get sunbeds otherwise." frowning you let your head fall against Megumi's chest, dissapointed a session of much needed sex had been ripped from you.

Sure, you had had sex last night, but you and Megumi could never have enough sex. That was a sentiment you know for a fact he agreed with whole heartedly.

"There's plenty of time for that later baby, don't worry."

"Oh, so you are telling me you arent annoyed?" quirking an eyebrow you relished in his little 'tch'.

"You know that isn't what I mean baby, now be a good girl for me and I'll treat you later." kissing you he summoned his demon dogs before answering the door.

Snatching your bag you pet the demon dogs before joining your boyfriend who eagerly wrapped an arm around your waist. Smiling you faced Yuji and Nobara.

"Hi guys, are you alright?"

"Yeah, so excited to spend some time in the sun." Nobara soughed, popping out her hip and resting a hand on it "I'm gunna have a pint of ice cream." Yuji announced, Nobara scoffed while you laughed.

Yuji never failed to surprise you with his outlandish tasks he set out on.

"Anyway, let's go. I blagged us a car ride from Ijichi." Nobara boasted while heading towards the front of the school. You and Megumi shared a glance before following along after them.

In Nobara's language blagged meant she had threatened someone's life for a 'favour' she would never return.

Once at the beach Nobara and Yuji ran off while you pestered Megumi about ice cream. You had a real craving for it right now and you couldn't wait another second.

Which was why you were stood at an ice cream store pointing at the strawberry flavor.

"Please may I have two scoops of strawberry with strawberry sauce please, oh and a wafer, thank you." smiling politely you shifted uneasily when the guy serving you smiled oddly and didn't speak.

Inching towards Megumi you took his hand, unsettled by the feeling residing in your stomach. Unlike your boyfriend you didn't practise jujutsu, you were a regular high school student. Megumi simply offered for you to live with him out of want and convenience.

Your parents had passed away a few months ago, by a curse. That was actually how you met Megumi, and one thing led to another and here you were today. He had helped you a lot, he was the only reason you were where you were today.

"Can you stop looking at my girlfriend like that." Megumi grunted, his frustration mounting at the fact someone dared to look at a sweet thing like you in such a disgusting manner. Not only that you were his. No one else's.

"Like what?" he challenged while scooping the ice cream. Squeezing Megumi's hand you sighed "Leave it. He isn't worth it." you peered up into his eyes and he nodded after a tense moment, kissing your forehead. A silent promise.

Today was meant to be a break for the both of you, there was no point letting some perverted weirdo mess it all up.

When he slid the ice cream over the counter and frowned when you saw the lack of sauce. Fortunately, Megumi had noticed too, and he looked pissed.

"She asked for sauce too, are you fucking dumb?" oh dear. When Megumi started swearing that meant he was really unhappy. So much for not making a scene.

The weirdo glared at Megumi while taking the pot back, before softening when they returned back to you. As he drizzled the sauce on he licked his lips. Your appetite diminished in an instant.

Stepping forward Megumi grabbed the guy and ripped him over the counter, throwing him to the ground "Who the fuck do you think you are?" grabbing Megumi's arm you tugged fruitlessly. This guy was going to be lucky if he got off with a concussion, he had really pissed off Megumi.

As soon as Megumi's fist smashed against the guys face the crowd collectively gasped. Fearing he would get into trouble you wrapped around his body and tried to haul him back as he pummeled the guys face.

"Megumi please stop." breathing heavily he let up, leaving a bloody mess of a face on who had tested his anger. Leaving him wheezing on the ground you dragged Megumi away from the public eye.

Oh he is going to get in so much trouble.

Winding down a nature trail away from the watchful eyes of the public you sat him down on a bamboo bench. Your eyes zoned in on the pot of ice cream in his bloody hand.

"You said you wanted it." handing it to you caused you to smile. He was far too sweet for his own good.

Reaching for your bag you removed your little first aid kit and reached for some alcohol wipes "Why do you have that?"

"Well, I know you are a jujutsu sorcerer, so I always keep a first aid kit and pain killers on hand. You never know what will happen, do you?" the idea of you worrying about him so greatly had his heart beating erratically.

Taking his hand you swiped delicately at the cuts, mindful of how much he must be hurting "Thank you... I know you'll get in trouble for what you did... you didn't need to-"

"I wasn't going to let him treat you in such a manner baby. He was asked to stop and didn't, he had no right to make you feel uncomfortable." kissing him you refrained from distracting yourself any further until he was bandaged up.

Cupping his face in your hand you smirked "I think you are awfully sweet, my dearest Megumi." locking your lips with his again you hummed contently when he slid his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss quickly turned more ferocious, Megumi's hands cupping your ass as he tugged you onto his lap. Digging your hands into his hair you hungered after him.

No other man could possibly make you feel so safe, so appreciated, so wanted. You didn't think another man existed who would have done what Megumi did for you.

When Megumi ground against you, his cock hard and straining against his swim shorts. You can just imagine the bead of pre leaking from the tip. The image had you rutting against him despite your better judgement.

This was a public path, it wouldn't take much for someone to stroll down and catch us all over one another.

"We shouldn't." your thoughts ended when Megumi kissed your jaw as he would your mouth, all tongue and open mouthed. Moaning, one of your hands fisted in his hair, your pussy undeniably wet from your kiss alone.

Dragging his teeth along the tender flesh of your neck he lapped at that deliciously sweet spot under your jaw. As soon as his teeth latched onto the skin your hips rutted against his cock, your clothes aggravating you immensely.

"Let me have it." you begged as Megumi sucked viciously on your neck. Fuck, you should have brought a scarf out with him and his territorial habits.

Megumi used his hold on your hips to help you steadily grind against his cock. The sharp gasps of pleasure he released had you whimpering his name, pure need lacing it.

"Do you need it baby?"

"Y-yeah. I always need it Megumi."

"There's a good girl." he purred while nudging your bikini out of the way.

His tongue ran over your nipple repeatedly, coating it in a healthy layer of saliva. Everything he did was so fucking attractive, most of the time it was impossible for you to function.

You distinctly remember one time when you returned home from college that day and Megumi was sat in bed reading a book. It was some classic you'd never heard of, but you remembered him, and how he looked.

Strewn out on the bed, his hair slightly mused from a towel dry after his shower. One of those black shirts he was so fond of lounging around in and some joggers. His relaxed pose paired with that gorgeous face had you stumbling over to him.

The pair of you had great sex that night.

Megumi popping your nipple into his mouth had you bouncing on his cock. Hopefully, it would rile him up so much he would just fuck right into you. That wasn't your sole intention though, you were actually that turned on by him.

"Such a needy girl, aren't you baby?" nodding your agreement you stared into Megumi's blues. A tint of a flush had appeared on his cheeks but you knew yours were a rash shade of pink by now. Just how Megumi liked it.

"Are you gunna show me how badly you need it?" again, you nodded while climbing off his lap. You knew what he was referring to, and you were more than happy to give him exactly what it was he wanted.

Except as you were about to crouch down, he gently took your arms. Freezing you peered up at him questioningly, did he mean he wanted you to do something else?

"One second baby, stay right there." releasing you he tugged off his top and folded it a few times to form a smallish rectangle. Reaching down he placed it on the stone path, right where you'd be putting your knees.

Pressing a deep kiss to your lips, he then sat back, abs now on display "Didn't want you to cut up your knees." the sweet gesture had your stomach exploding with butterflies. Who else would have ever been so thoughtful?

No one, was the answer.

God he was so fucking perfect.

Snapping back into action, you freed his cock from his shorts and the sight was just as you imagined it. The tip a rich red, a bead of glistening pre-come resting on the tip.

Taking him into your hand you pumped him a few times before delivering a kitten lick to the tip of his cock. Megumi's muscles flexed as he grunted, it taking all of his will power to refrain from fucking your throat raw.

His control only remained tethered because he wanted to put his all into fucking you. He wanted to reserve as much energy as he could.

Pressing a final teasing kiss to his tip you finally took some of his cock into your mouth. Megumi's deep groan had you forgetting you were still very much in public, and could very well be caught red handed.

Humming you held onto his thighs and urged yourself to take him deeper. Once his tip hit the back of your throat, you gagged and Megumi rolled his hips involuntarily. You were just too warm and felt too good for him to resist.

"Fuck... that's my good girl... all mine aren't you?" seen as you couldn't speak to tell him yes you were all his, you showed him. Languidly sucking his cock you followed up by brushing your tongue against him as you began to bob your head.

Placing one of your hands at the bottom of his cock you swivelled your wrist, providing a different kind of stimulation to the parts of his cock you couldn't reach.

Immersing yourself in the feel of his cock in your mouth, you felt your hips grind eagerly against the air. The weight of his cock against your tongue, the slightly salty taste of his pre making your clit throb with need.

"Fuck baby, up." startled by his order you fell back onto your heels, gazing up at him as he confused you more and more every minute.

"Did I do something wrong?" started by your words Megumi froze, he didn't believe you seriously thought anything about that was wrong. In his eyes you were perfect, clearly he needed to show you.

Reaching down he cupped your face, delving into another bruising kiss "You never do anything wrong baby."

"Then why did you-"

"I want to come inside your pretty pussy, let it know that it's mine and mine alone." climbing back to your feet you clung to Megumi as he too stood up.

"Kneel on the bench baby." as he spoke he yanked on the strings of your underwear, tossing the bottoms to the edge of the bench.

Crawling onto the bench as instructed you felt him push you over the back of the bench. Grasping to the backside of the bench you found you had little support.

Good thing Megumi was on top of that too.

Grasping onto your hips he nudged your legs apart before teasing your entrance with his cock. It was then you realised you hadn't had any prep to take him and you usually needed plenty.

Opening your mouth to voice the fact was cut short when Megumi forced the tip of his cock into you.

"Ah! Megu-" he continued to ease his way into you, not struggling with your resistance to the sudden and large intrusion. Panting you wriggled around, not sure what your motivation was exactly, after all you never wanted to get away from Megumi.

"Shit you are... tight baby."

"Too big." Megumi massaged your ass in his hands as his hips rutted forwards filling you to the brim with his cock. You choked as the feeling of being stuffed so full overwhelmed you.

A few seconds adjustment were all you received before Megumi began to pound into you. His jealousy reigning for a moment, images of someone daring to touch what was his sending him feral.

"This is my pussy. Mine to fuck. Mine to devour. Mine to pump full of my come. Not some fucking accident who should never have been born into this world. Someone so undeserving of you. This pussy should be nothing short of worshipped by me." scratching at the wood of the bench as his cock slammed into you you fought for breath between moans.

He was angling his hips to hit that spot. Your back was arched and your thighs were shaking as your come dripped down your thighs.

"Megumi!" you cried when he hit your g-spot just right. The force he was fucking you with had the bench wobbling against the stone as the legs screeched to find purchase.

"Aren't you such a good girl? Squeezing my cock like that, taking my cock so fucking well. Who's is this pussy? Tell me who's body this is, every beautiful curve, dimple and crevice... fucking tell me." the pants and moans he released had your pussy fluttering around his cock.

Words to reply to him built in your throat but quickly died out when his cock stretched you again and again "Gone dumb from my cock have you baby? Am I making this pretty pussy feel good?"

"Y-yes... harder... deeper... please." you sobbed as you thrust your hips back against him.

Megumi swore as his hands gripped you tighter, tugging you to meet his thrusts. The brutal fucking had tears streaming down your face, every stroke of his cock dragging you towards what you knew would be a devastating orgasm.

Pleasure continued to ripple through you as Megumi snarled dirty promises into the air. You were dripping for him and anyone who walked into this scene wouldn't be challenged to tell. The sounds your bodies were making were scandalous.

"Come for me baby, come all over my cock, show me you are my good girl." squeezing your eyes shut you grappled onto the bench as one particular thrust caused it to almost tater over.

"Megumi!" you screamed as your orgasm doused you in tidal sized waves of pleasure. A distant 'fuck' was heard behind you but you were too focused on the body you possessed but couldn't control.

When Megumi came inside you, you moaned, the warmth of him inside you a feeling so erotic you yearned for another round already.

Little did you know Megumi had something very similar to that in mind. His eyes were tracking yours and his come leaking out of your pussy, coating your thighs in a generous layer of your arousal.

His possessive nature flared to a new height again as he got to his knees before you. The fact someone had dared to stare at you with those eyes, in front of him no less, made him fucking murderous.

You were his, and his alone.

Groaning he burried his face inbetween your legs, instantly lapping at your clit and drinking from your weeping pussy.

Gasping at the extra spike of uncomfortable pain you attempted to pull yourself away. Normally, it took more than one orgasm for you to get overstimulated but that orgasm he just delivered to you was out of this world. So, you weren't surprised another after one so intense was jarring to your body.

"Megumi... too much." you slurred while wiggling away "Hold still baby, let me taste us." Megumi mumbled before delving back into his meal.

His tongue was dipping into your pussy, properly tasting the result of your intense and passionate fucking. Panting you fought to keep your hips still, understanding you were getting another orgasm whether you deemed it too much or not.

Assisting in your ride of pleasure you raised shaky hands and plucked at your nipples before rolling to sooth the pain. Now, your moans had transformed to whimpers and pleas.

Pleas your hungry boyfriend answered.

Sucks to your clit and his tongue dipping inside you had another gentler orgasm lulling you in a state of post-orgasm sleep.

"Baby." Megumi whispered as he picked you up "We need to head back."

"Mhm... we are lucky that no one saw us." Megumi laughed lowly, the sound warm and masculine, it igniting a fire that swirled in your lower stomach.

Nothing made you happier than seeing him happy.

"You didn't think I'd let someone see us did you? I've had the demon dogs guarding the path." of course, you should have guessed.

Megumi was jealous as the best of times, today had been a clear representation of just how possessive he was. One wrong look from a guy and he was glaring daggers at them, ready to square up and fight.

Naturally, Megumi got plenty of female attention but he didn't even entertain them. Not that you did, of course, but you could let those things go. You trusted your boyfriend unconditionally as he did with you. If either of you had any issues or problems you both knew it would be addressed.

Megumi just had that jealous side to him you adored.

You hope with all your heart that part of him never dies.

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"Where the hell have you two been?" Yuji bellowed as he ran towards you and Megumi. He had to carry you in the end as walking proved impossible for you. In your hand was a strawberry ice cream, plenty of sauce and a wafer from a different shop.

Megumi smiled and looked off "We got lost."

"Lost?" Nobara scoffed as Megumi set you down on a sunbed, the pair of you stealing a knowing glance.

"Yes, Nobara lost."

"They are definitely lying." Nobara attempted to whisper to Yuji, unfortunately for her she was not very secretive.

Megumi and you laughed as Nobara cryptically tried to insinuate what you'd been doing, not that either of you'd admit it.

It had been a lovely day out.

Spencer Reid Masterlist:

Guide: Smut ●, Angst ☆, Fluff <3

Kissing in the office <3 by @reidalert

Sleepy Needy Spence ● by @nereidprinc3ss

Work call during the act ● by @nevvdrinksteaa

Pregnancy Announcement (sort of) , vol.2 <3

by @pathologicalreid

"I'm not sleeping with Reid" ● by @incognit0slut

Headcannons <3 by @rafesgfs

Well-kept secret ☆ < 3 by @astrophileous

Work place environment by @nereidprinc3ss

Glasses <3, vol. 2 <3 , vol.3 ● by @luveline, @atlabeth and @raekensluver

Falling asleep on his shoulder, vol.2 <3

by @inkdrinkerworld and @bklynsboys

Please don't have somebody waiting for you <3

by @cerisereids

Being a menace, vol.2 <3 (tho it is suggestive kinda) by @in-another-april and @incognit0slut

Comforting him <3 by @little-miss-dilf-lover

Sleep Deprivation <3 by @faunalune

I love this too much ● by @reiderwriter

Sneaking around ● by @nereidprinc3ss

First Time ● by @luveline

Between the books ● by @reidmotif

Whiny and Spoiled ● by @nereidprinc3ss

Hyper Independent <3 by @inkdrinkerworld

New haircut <3 by @inkdrinkerworld

Waking up with kisses <3 by @secretlovezz

No vacancy <3 @kiss-inthekitchen

Reuniting after prison (Hotch!reader) ☆<3

by @pathologicalreid

Being a munch ● by @lis-likes-fics

Me while watching CM ● by @an1t4k

High Heels <3 by @guiltyasreid

Decoy ● by @violetrainbow412-blog

Tech analyst reader <3 by @moonstruckme

Mixed Messages (series) by @easy-there-leftovers

Addicted to you ● @spencerreidenjoyer

Drunk confessions <3 by @nereidprinc3ss

Proposals <3 by @reidmania

Plastic Hearts (Gideon!reader) ☆ by @atlabeth

I might be in love (Prentiss!reader)

by @januaryembrs

This hurts but in a good way ☆

by @aliteralsemicolon

Heavenly sweet ● by @reidsfilm

His hands, vol.2 ● by @raekensluver and @t1red-twillight

Coming home late <3 by @fairysongs

Soft Intimacy <3 by @t1red-twilight

Missed Lunches (Gideon!reader)☆

by @mindfullycriminal

Grounded (Hotch!reader) <3 by @rreids

His kisses <3 ● by @inkdrinkerworld

50 shades <3 by @rumplereids

Dad!Spence:

Paternity leave <3 by @radiant-reid

Mini Doctor <3 by @reidsdaisies

Hard to say no <3 by @radiant-reid

Lamby goes to work <3 by @cerisereids

Everything in the world <3 by @lis-likes-fics

Daddy's girl <3 by @midniteluv

Toddlerus Interruptus <3 by @reid-fiction

Midnight Scaries <3 by @reid-fiction

Early labor <3 by @rumplereids

Other Masterlists:

Masterlist 1 by @pathologicalreid

Masterlist 2 by @radiant-reid

Masterlist 3 by @slowburningechoes

Note: sorry some of the tags may not work my Tumblr is acting up, also a Spencer Reid fic should be posted sometime soon

Summer was my first love (JJ Maybank x shy! kook! reader)

A/N: Hi loves! this is my first fic and i just wanna let you know that I'm open to any criticism, but i want you to be able to nice at the same time. This is inspired by my favorite author on here the lovely @featherandferns, her fic daylight was so good and i read all the parts in less than 2 hours. With that being said the plot is completely different but i recommend checking out her works too because she's very talented! this might be a bit long, i wanted to write a slow-burn. Let me know if i managed to do that (┬┬﹏┬┬)

Summary: After getting locked into a closet with a kook girl, JJ Maybank comes to the realization that his animosity towards the spoilt people living on Figure Eight doesn't have to apply to every single one of them.

"Fuck! Seriously?" JJ Maybank's blue eyes meet yours through the frame of your glasses as he sneers at the door which was now shut. Leaving you both stuck together in this small cramped closet. If you weren't panicked cause of the claustrophobic tendencies of your stupid brain, you definitely were now.

You were alone with your 3rd grade crush, and he had no idea, you were a kook, (which he hated,) and one hell of a wallflower person. You've been watching him from a far since you were 9, and it got a little weirder once you could walk around freely and just... take pictures with your camera as your hobby flourished. You were now, glancing shyly between the door and his face, 'he's probably feeling weird being stuck in here with a complete stranger.' you thought to your self, making sure to stick to your corner of the closet.

"What’s your name?" He demanded, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the wall, his eyes flicking over you, studying you. Of course, he would ask that right away, JJ could be direct and kind of an ass most days. And he felt like if he wasn't gonna ask, you weren't gonna speak up first.

Of course he didn't know your name, he wasn't bordering on creepy stalker most days like you were in your free time. Across these years you managed to gather a lot on JJ surprisingly, being quiet and so reserved got you very far, going almost invisible when you went out. It didn't help you were a shutterbug, always taking pictures and people watching, "Y/n.." you responded softly and weakly, adjusting your glasses.

He raised an eyebrow, studying your face for a moment. That name sounded familiar, he could swear he'd heard it before somewhere, the only question was where.

"You're a kook, huh? I should have known." He grumbles, running a hand through his messy dirty blonde hair. You looked so.... soft, and it somehow made him scoff. He hated your kind more often than not, and here he was, stuck in a closet with one.

You nodded, frowning gently. You were aware of his hate and animosity towards the people living on figure 8, but you weren't exactly the picture perfect image of a snarky preppy kook girl. Or so you liked to think anyway.. He looked even more beautiful up close, more defined than what you usually saw through your camera lenses when photographing him. 'Suddenly i feel like a creep being here..' you thought, playing with the hem of your baggy sweater.

His eyes flicked down to your hands as you fidgeted with your sweater, his lips curling up into a subtle smirk. 'How can someone be so shy?' he thought to himself, wondering why you were so nervous.

"You look like you've never talked to a human before." He comments, letting out a soft scoff, and you flinch gently, your eyes snapping up to meet his. He noticed this and his smirk grew a little wider, enjoying that he was able to fluster you.

That's the most JJ thing he could say to someone like you. "i.. well, i don't talk usually." you face palmed internally at the way your words came out. You had the chance to come off as something you weren't given he didn't know you, and you weren't doing a very good job at it. You could've faked being confident and charm him, yet here you were talking like you never had anything to eat in your life.

He lets out a soft scoff as he watches you stumble over your words. There was something he found so weird about you, you were so… different from everyone he encountered on a daily basis. You were shy, quiet, and awkward, not like the sarcastic and arrogant persona that most kooks had. But, he tried to shake the thoughts away, he didn't need to be thinking about you this way, of all people.

"I can tell.." he responds, his accent ringing through slightly as his smirk turned into a slight frown.

There was an awkward silence that fell over the two of you in the cramped closet, the music that played throughout the party muffled by the thick walls. JJ glanced around for a moment, almost bored before his gaze settled back on you. His blue eyes studying you intently, trying to figure you out. The frown on his face remained, 'Why are you so shy?' he thought to himself, biting his tongue before he continued.

"What are you even doing here anyway? You don't seem like the type to be at a party.."

'Got dragged against my will by my very loud and obnoxious best friend here...' you thought to your self, the thought amusing you but of course not letting that mirror on your expression, "I'm sorry?" 'what? dumbass..' you scolded your self mentally. The question was loud and clear.

He raised an eyebrow as he looked you up and down for a moment, wondering if you always spoke in a quiet and awkward way, or if it was just because you were in a small, dark, and very cramped closet with a stranger.

"You heard me. I doubt you'd normally come to a party like this." He repeated, his frown returning to a small smirk as he pushed off the wall to take a hesitant step towards you.

Again, such a JJ thing to say. Your stomach jumped as he took a small step towards you, suppressing the urge to shift awkwardly. All you needed now was to look more awkward than you already were, you acted and sounded like a pathetic dumbass, in front of your childhood crush nonetheless. "i just ended up here.."

He took a few more steps until he stood a few feet away from you. He was towering over you, his 6’1 height compared to your, what he could only guess, 5.2 or 5.3 height. He had to admit, in some weird way, it was amusing being able to fluster you so easily. That was until he noticed there was nowhere really for you to go. The walls of the small closet caged you in, he was blocking your way out of the closet, unless you tried to push him out of the way.

He was quiet for a moment, just studying you as a small smirk returned to his face.

"There's nowhere for you to go.." he teased, taking another step closer, closing the gap between the two of you even more. He noticed you shiver gently and took note of it.

"Are you usually this weird with strangers?" you found yourself asking, surprising even yourself after the words left your mouth. 'caging me in like this wouldn't create a good first impression... he's just lucky I've been in love with him since i was 9.' you thought.

This time it was his turn to be surprised. He was definitely not expecting you to say something so blunt, you were full of surprises. He chuckled softly, taking another small step forward, effectively caging you against the wall. His smirk grew into a wide smile, his eyes studying you intently as he spoke.

"Only when I get stuck in a small crowded closet with them." He was now only a few inches away from you, his eyes studying your face. He was so close, you could take in some of his scent, which somehow matched perfectly with his personality. A mix of weed and the smell of the ocean and sunscreen. You could also now see little details in his face, like his freckled cheeks, and his jawline that looked hard enough to cut glass.

Being able to smell him was a pleasant feeling as weird as that sounded, his scent matching with the way he was completely. The small freckles scattered over his soft skin made you want to be able to take mental photographs. He looked breathtaking up close, even in the dim light of the closet. Like he was some kind of modern day demigod or some bullshit. You hummed gently, turning your body towards the door to try the door weakly, your hand wrapping around the door handle and shaking it with little to no force to actually get it open.

He chuckled at the sad attempt you made of trying to open the door, "It ain't going to open, believe me, I've already tried that." He said, his voice almost a murmur as he leaned against one of the walls of the closet, watching you struggle with the door. His eyes slowly traveled down from your face, down to your hips and to your beat up vans. Strange, he thought. He'd expect someone of your social status to have more expensive looking threads and shoes. Not like a librarian on vacation.

You side glanced up at him, adjusting your glasses. You felt absolutely wrecked, nerves and claustrophobia tugging at your sensitive stomach, it didn't help this closet was dimly lit and smelled like mold. 'What a great setting to interact in for the first time..' you thought bitterly, leaning your back against the wall opposite him.

He kept his eyes on your hips, letting his gaze rake over your body. He felt a weird and small pang of sympathy for you. You looked so small against the wall, and you looked like you were ready to jump out of your skin any moment now. It was different than when he usually had the unfortunate chance of speaking with a kook kid.

"Are you scared of small spaces or somethin' ?" He asked, his voice softer than usual as he spoke.

You nodded mutely in response, your expression probably resembling that of a deer in front of a truck. Sometimes you forgot JJ's voice carried a southern drawl to it, given he never spoke to you. You would hear him when he'd pass you in the school halls while talking to his friends animatedly or when he'd say something snarky in class to the teacher, his voice never directed towards you.

When you nodded, he mentally groaned. That was his luck. He ended up being stuck in here with a kook that was also terrified of small spaces. He let out a sigh, he would have to try and find a way to calm you down, since he was now stuck in this closet with you until whenever someone decided to let them out.

"How in the hell did you even manage to get yourself into a situation like this..?" He questioned, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.

You were asking yourself that question too, but i guess being so easy to push around wasn't really helping your case here. Truth was you were just a collateral victim of a prank which was meant for JJ, getting pushed into the small closet by mistake or just to make it worse for him by locking him up with a complete stranger.

You shook your head shrugging, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. You knew you had to say something, actual words at one point but your mind came up blank. Or your mouth wasn't able to say them out loud.

He let out another soft scoff, knowing deep down this was no accident. Some of his pogue buddies probably set this up just to screw around with him. Although, you didn't seem to know that. You looked genuinely clueless.

"My friends probably did this on purpose..."

He muttered, leaning against the opposite wall to you. He wasn't happy about this situation, especially not being locked in here with a girl for what could be hours. Which he would usually be elated about. But seeing you barely talked or moved, seemingly scared of loud sounds and sudden movements like a small animal, he was aware you weren't gonna makeout any time soon.

He looked you over again, his eyes roaming over your small and fidgety figure. In some weird way, he kind of felt bad for you. You looked so nervous and uncomfortable being stuffed in this dumb closet, and you looked like you didn't belong at this party in the first place.

"What were you even doing here anyway?... this ain't exactly a place a shy girl like you would go on your own free will..." he echoed the question once again, the curiosity and desire to fill the silence stronger than the fact that you were strangers.

"That's because it wasn't my own free will.." you spoke up in minutes of being almost completely silent, your voice small and weak.

He was both surprised and not surprised at your answer. He was surprised that you answered so quickly, but he could have guessed this wasn't your idea.

"Let me guess... one of your loud and obnoxious friends dragged you out here to try and get you to 'have fun'?"

Bingo! You nodded silently again, your eyes darting around his face taking in every detail, hopefully being able to recall every single one of them to draw or paint later.

He grumbled something under his breath. He knew it. From his experience, kooks were always so loud and overbearing. It was what he hated most about them, and yet, you didn't seem like that kind of girl at all... you were quiet and soft spoken, something he hadn't seen in a kook girl since... well, never really. "Figures.. can you not say no to them or somethin’ ?"

You stared at him silently, blinking as you raked your brain for what to say, your eyes narrowed just a hint. You were aware he usually spoke a lot but not this much. Or you were too quiet. You were also way too nervous to speak or think properly, having your lifetime crush speaking to you, like actually.

He was watching you intently, taking note of the expressions that flashed on your face as you tried to come up with an answer. You were obviously nervous, he didn't need to be a mind reader to know that. And there was something else about you... something he couldn't place his finger on. It was weird.

"You look like you're gonna pass out or something..." He commented, watching you closely.

You shook your head 'no', reaching to try the door again. You suddenly didn't feel so lucky you got this rare chance to speak and admire JJ shamelessly given you were stuck in a closet together. You were anxious and feeling like he could see right through you, see all the weird tendencies you had and judge you for being so pathetically in love with him for so long.

He chuckled softly as you tried to open the door, again and again. It honestly reminded him of a small animal trapped in a cage, frantically looking for a way out. Something about the way you were acting amused him. "There ain't no point trying to open it again, trust me, it's stuck good..."

JJ could tell you were anxious, and it was easy to guess why. It was probably terrifying being stuck in a small, dark, cramped closet with him of all people. And judging by how quiet and shy you were, this was probably one of the hardest social interactions you ever had.

"Jesus... can you even speak a full sentence?" He piped up after another few seconds of silence, his smirk returning to his face as he watched you struggle against the door.

You looked to the side, a small frown making its way on your face at his question. 'Not when you're so close to me that i can smell the sea salt water in your hair.' you groaned internally, still silent. You kept your eyes locked with his in the almost dark closet, scolding yourself for not being able to handle social interactions like normal people.

JJ's smirk widened at your expression, you looked like a kicked puppy, it was almost cute. He stood up straight, lazily pushing himself off the wall and slowly making his way towards you. When he was a few steps away from you, he stopped, looking you up and down with a hint of mockery.

"You're a real quiet thing, ain't ya?"

With a few more confident steps, he was now standing just in front of you, leaning his shoulder against the wall. He looked down at you again, his smirk still present on his face. You could almost feel the heat radiating off his body, him being so close. His ocean like scent mixed with the weed smell, filling the closet and making it even harder to breathe than it already was in here.

"You afraid of me or somethin'? "

"No.." your voice rung out without missing a beat this time, a soft and gentle sound as you frowned to your self. You were probably one of the few people who wasn't afraid of JJ. Years of following him from a distance and watching him closely took away the fear factor. If anything he'd probably be afraid of you.

JJ let out a quiet scoff at your answer, an odd response. He had expected you to be as afraid of him given the way you were acting. You were clearly nervous being in a small, dark, and cramped space with a man, yet you weren't afraid of him or his presence.

"You're an odd one then.." He said, his eyes roaming over you again, taking in your small, timid figure.

He was a few inches away from you, towering over your small frame. Being this close to you, he could see more details in your face. How your eyes were framed with small dark eyelashes behind your glasses, how your skin was unnaturally smooth and soft looking, and how your lips looked almost velvety, almost as if they were made of silk. In addition to that, your scent filled his nose now, mixing with his own and the smell of the closet. You actually smelled very good... which definitely wasn't something weird to be thinking. JJ found himself lost in thought the more he looked at you. You looked so... tender and yet the way you were acting, so nervous and small, you looked like a spooked stray dog. It didn't add up in his head, you were probably the first kook girl he had ever met that acted this way, it was making him curious. Just as he opened his mouth to ask something, a loud banging noise echoed from the other side of the door, making you jump slightly, surprised by the sudden sound.

The whole silent staring contest you both had going on was interrupted by a loud sound from the other side of the closet door, almost startling you to death given you were so focused on how beautiful JJ's eyes looked while he studied you intently. You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut for a second, adjusting your glasses and grimacing to yourself.

The sudden sound made JJ roll his eyes, whoever was on the other side of the door was clearly trying to be annoying.

"Oh come on..."

he grumbled, annoyed already by the person who was trying to interrupt. Before he could say anything else, the banging continued once again, this time twice as loud as before, making him grumble another curse underneath his breath. He was beyond annoyed now, a small scowl forming on his face at the constant knocking. He turned around, staring at the small closet door, his hands on his hips as he waited for the knocking again. He was about to say something, but just then, the door was suddenly swung open, making him nearly jump out of his skin.

He let out a surprised noise as he stumbled forward, nearly collapsing to the ground, but he managed to catch himself just at the last moment by grabbing the nearest thing which happened to be the closet wall, next to your head. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, he was breathing heavily, the unexpected event nearly giving him a heart attack. After a few moments he slowly looked up, turning his head to see who had opened the door.

To say he looked surprised would be an understatement. Standing in front of him was none other than one of his pogue buddies, John B, who was smiling and laughing like this was the most fun he had in forever as he looked down at JJ. JJ quickly managed to regain his composure, standing up straight before speaking up:

"Are you tryin' to give me a damn heart attack, John B?"

You were just as startled as JJ was, for a second time in less than 2 minutes nonetheless. Your gaze shifted from looking up at JJ's side profile to the boy standing in the door way of the closet. John B, JJ's best friend since forever, someone you also saw on a daily basis while doing your... usual checking up on JJ. John B also probably didn't know who you were, and you wouldn't be surprised even in the slightest.

John B looked between you and JJ, a smirk slowly forming on his face as his eyes landed on the proximity between the two of them. John B leaned against the door frame, his arms folded over his chest as he spoke up, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Seems like you got yourself into a situation, huh JJ?"

JJ's eyes narrowed at his best friends tone, he immediately knew what he was implying. He shot him a small glare before speaking up, a hint of annoyance in his voice

"Can it, John B... it ain't what it looks like."

John B chuckled at his response, he clearly didn't believe JJ given the awkward and somewhat embarrassing situation the two of you were in. "It sure looks like it though. Locked up in a closet together, all alone. You two got up to anything in here?"

Your eyes darted between the 2 best friends, adjusting your glasses as your gaze landed on John B, his teasing words making your face heat up. The implication of getting up to anything with JJ was enough to probably give 9 year old you a aneurysm, "Excuse me?" you spoke up, trying to sound irritated at his words although you sounded so weak and shy you regretted speaking instantly.

John B chuckled again at your response, clearly enjoying making you both uncomfortable. The way you spoke was so quiet and awkward, it was almost laughable. JJ continued to glare at him, trying to non-verbally tell his friend to shut his damn mouth, but it obviously wasn't working.

"Oh... I see, there's a voice under there, huh? You sound like a damn mouse, girl.. can you speak louder than a whisper?"

He continued to smirk at you, now mocking the softness of your voice. JJ grimaced at what John B had just told you, a pang of guilt suddenly shooting through his chest. He didn't like the way John B was talking to you, in fact, he was getting a little mad that he was being so rude.

"She ain't gotta speak louder. Leave her alone." JJ spoke up, glaring at his friend once again, finding himself defending this stranger.

You looked down, scowling to yourself at his question, now definitely not speaking another word for the rest of the conversation, knowing you'd just slip away once they were distracted. Your finger pushed the frame of your glasses up and down, your eyes fixed on your beat up sneakers. This was certainly one hell of a first impression.

John B held his hands up in mock surrender, clearly enjoying the fact that he was getting both you and JJ annoyed. "Relax man, I was just messing with the poor mouse."

He joked, his eyes still on you, now watching your fiddling. JJ just scowled at him again, silently debating punching his friend square in the nose. The fact that he was making fun of you was bothering him more than it should. He was used to his friend making stupid jokes and being a dick, but he couldn't stand the thought of him mocking you, especially since you were acting nothing but polite and shy.

Mouse? you could see the resemblance i guess, with the small one word answers which sounded like small squeaks from the anxiety. Still, John B was being kind of a dick at the moment which caused your frown to deepen as you debated just making a run for it and disappearing.

John B chuckled quietly, not taking his eyes off you as you fiddled with your glasses. He knew he was being a dick, but he was just enjoying it too much. He suddenly had an idea in his mind, a way to further piss off JJ. With a sly smirk on his face, he spoke again, this time, directed solely at you, ignoring JJ completely. "So, mouse, what's your name?"

'Seriously? neither of them know my name?' you groaned internally, looking up to lock eyes with John B nervously. In moments like these you wished you had at least a bit of semblance of a back bone, and not just clam up like a dumbass, "Y/n.." you answered simply, your expression twitching slightly from having to repeat your name once again. You wanted to roll your eyes in annoyance so badly.

There was something about the way you said your name that made JJ's heart stutter in a way it never had before. It sounded almost magical coming out of your small lips, it was so... mellow, and yet so beautiful. John B's smile widened at your answer, obviously not expecting to get an actual answer and a name at that.

"Huh... nice name. Suits you." He said, his eyes roaming over you again, studying your face to figure out if he knew you or not. He came up blank, probably due to being tipsy.

JJ continued to stay silent, watching the interaction between his best friend and you. He was feeling a weird mix of anger and curiosity as he watched. You looked so much more fragile and unthreatening than he had thought. You were like a small cat, a cute but easily spooked cat. Or maybe a mouse, he wasn't sure which.

You felt awkward suddenly, the 3 of you going silent save from the music coming from downstairs after John B's comment about your name. You looked between them momentarily before stepping forward shyly to signal John B to move out the way so you could escape this weird and sufficiently awkward situation at once.

John B chuckled again as you stepped forward, his eyes following your every move. But just as you were about to slip out of the closet, he suddenly reached a hand out, blocking your way.

"Where do you think you're going, mouse?"

JJ furrowed his eyebrows at his friend's behaviour, he knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was trying to annoy both of you, as well as prevent you from getting away. JJ had had just about enough

"Okay, that's enough John B. Don't you think you've teased the poor girl enough?"

John B sighed dramatically, pouting at JJ's annoyed response. He took a small step back, opening up the doorway once again "You're no fun. I was just having a little fun. Don't take it so seriously, JJ."

As much you enjoyed being in JJ's presence you hated social interactions and you wanted to just find your best friend to tell her that this was a bad idea and you should just skate home. So you took a final glance at JJ, before stepping out of the small cramped closet when John B removed his arm which was blocking your way hesitantly. But stepping out wasn't any better cause you were met with the party, still in full throttle, the music making your head feel weird, weirder than being stuck in a moldy closet with your childhood crush. There were less people on the floor you were on, but it was still crowded enough by drunken couples and some rowdy friend groups to make you feel anxious. This was most definitely a bad idea.

JJ watched you step out of the closet, a small pang of guilt shooting through his chest from knowing you were uncomfortable but now having no way to help the situation. He shot a glare at John B for the 10th time in the last 5 minutes through the doorway, silently warning his friend once again.

"You're a damn dick man. Why did you feel the need to be so rude to her?"

John B just shrugged, looking back at JJ with a sly smile as he replied "Because I thought it would be funny. Besides, I didn't think she'd answer me. I thought she was mute or something."

JJ grimaced, of course John B would find making fun of the shyest person he had ever met, fun. He pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning quietly. He took a deep breath before speaking up again:

"You really can be an annoying bastard, you know that? Sometimes i wonder how you even manage to speak with girls.."

You weaved through the mass of people at the house party, bumping into couples getting busy and grimacing in apology, trying not to stumble over your feet in the cramped space on the staircase. You quickly descended down the stairs, looking for your friend Maisy, to scold her for bringing you here in the first place. Suddenly, a hand on your shoulder stopped you in your tracks. A hand that you recognized, and yet dreaded at the same time. JJ had followed you, and was now stood next to you at the bottom of the stairs.

He gently grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away. His hand was calloused and rough from years of surfing, yet warm. He spoke up, trying to get your attention over the loud R&B music blaring from the speakers. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

You tensed up from the sudden contact and because well, you thought someone else was grabbing you to pull yet another dumb prank on you, not expecting JJ to follow you and try to talk to you. You shook your head 'no' because as much as you wanted to spend time with him, you knew you'd just clam up and make it weird because this was JJ and you were you.

He noticed how tense you suddenly became once his hand touched you, he couldn't help but silently worry in his head. He wanted to sigh at your immediate response of shaking your head no, but he decided to persist a little more despite not having any reason to:

"Please? I promise I won't make fun of you or anything. I just wanna talk."

"Well, i need to find my friend." you find yourself speaking, although you weren't sure if he heard you over the music or the myriad of sounds and things going on in this house. Really, it was surprising how the neighbors hadn't called the police yet.

JJ leaned closer to you, trying to hear your soft spoken words. He could just barely make out what you had said, but he heard it enough. He looked around for a moment, searching for your friend but not seeing them anywhere in the crowd. But it was a given, since he didn't even know who he was looking for. "Where is your friend? I'll help you look for them."

You shrugged, because you had the same question. Where the hell was Maisy anyway? she disappeared and expected you to what? have fun and party? as if you could do that. Your eyes were fixed on JJ's face, the one you knew and loved through the years, anxiously shifting on your feet at the feel of his big hand still wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from scurrying away.

JJ could sense your anxiousness, he could practically feel the anxious energy coming off your small frame. He subconsciously let his thumb slowly and gently caress your wrist, an attempt to somehow soothe you, even if only slightly. He didn’t like seeing you so anxious.

He suddenly realized that he was still holding your arm, gently keeping you by his side and preventing you from slipping away in the chaos of the house party. He had forgotten in the moment. He looked down at his hand on your arm, "Maybe they went outside.."

You could call her! yeah, you could do that... but what if big mouth Maisy actually showed up and saw JJ Maybank, the dude you had been crushing on since you were a 3rd grader, holding your wrist and actually speaking to you? She'll make this awkward and run her mouth, possibly getting you rejected at the same time. So, you thought it was best to just let him speak to you and then leave you to look for her alone. "What do you wanna talk about with me?" you asked, still quietly, hoping and praying he'd hear you and that you didn't come off as rude.

JJ was a little surprised at the fact that you still stayed by his side after he suggested looking for your friend. He honestly thought you would run off. He mentally shrugged, taking the opportunity to talk to you even more. He turned slightly to look down at you as you spoke, leaning forward to hear you better.

His heart skipped a beat as he heard your quiet voice. That same feeling of both guilt and curiosity ran through him again. How could one voice be so soft and quiet, yet so beautiful at the same time? The thought confused and intrigued him.

He took a moment to register that you had asked him a question, the shock of you actually talking to him making his brain fry for a second or two. He quickly brought himself back to reality, realising that he had to reply.

"I just wanted to apologize. About John B i mean, he's a massive dick, no doubt about that. I told him off.."

"It's okay.." you mumbled smiling slightly, adjusting your glasses with the hand that wasn't in JJ's grip. You actually managed to hold the conversation normally, albeit you were still squeaking out your words.

JJ's eyebrows raised at your smile, his eyes widening slightly. He wasn't expecting you to smile as an answer to his apology, it was the last reaction he had expected. And yet, it was a welcome one. It made him feel better, deep down he felt guilty for his friend's behavior.

He stared at you for another moment, the hand he was using to hold your wrist moving once again, his thumb still slowly caressing your skin. He hadn't even noticed he was doing it this time.

JJ quickly snapped out of the little trance and cleared his throat, speaking up again. He didn’t want to make things weird and freak you out. He could feel John B’s eyes on him, he knew the bastard was watching him from the top of the stairs and silently giggling about the whole thing. He pushed down his annoyance, his eyes moving away from your face and around the room, looking at the other people gathered around them. "You said this party was your friend’s idea, right?"

You nodded silently, glancing around the room for your stupid best friend. You were gonna kill Maisy for disappearing on you like this, especially at a party of this calibre. You tried to ignore how JJ was still holding onto your wrist, now rubbing his thumb over your skin to probably soothe you. It made you feel more nervous and anxious, the urge to bolt even more strong now. You didn't wanna mess it up and make it awkward or worse come off as a creep by staring at him or saying something stupid, although the last part was impossible given you barely spoke.

JJ bit the inside of his cheek as you silently nodded back to his question. He was starting to realize how hard you were to talk to, how shy you were. It made him feel bad. He found himself wishing that he could just hear your voice just a little louder. It was so gentle. It made him want to hear more of it, but he had no idea how to get you to speak more without making you uncomfortable.

He quickly stopped himself from thinking any further, realizing that he was starting to sound like a creep in his own head.

They stood there silently for a couple more seconds, as JJ desperately tried to think of something to say to break the silence without making things weird. He could still feel John B’s eyes on him, silently watching the whole situation and probably having the time of his life.

"So...how come I've never seen you around at school before? "

He tried, even though he knew the answer. He just needed to get you talking.

Ouch. You saw him at school all the time, even took routes around the school just to get to pass by him in the halls and hear him talk so loudly to his friends and laugh. So the question stung a little. You looked up at him, shrugging your shoulders, narrowing your eyes and blinking a couple of times, your brain desperately trying to just block out the sound of the music which was making your lungs feel like they were being shaken up.

JJ mentally cringed as he saw the slightly hurt look in your eyes, he regretted his choice of question immediately. Stupid. Of course you were at school, he saw you at school, he just never seen you with anyone.

He winced as he heard that music change to something even louder. The constant music was starting to grate his nerves.

"Can we go outside for a second? I can't even freaking hear myself think in here."

Your brows furrowed, considering his suggestion. It was a good idea, you could call Maisy, maybe have a cigarette too and let your ears get a break from this loud music blaring in them. So you nodded hesitantly, glancing around one last time in case you magically spotted your best friend.

JJ let out a breath of relief when you nodded your head in agreement. He was glad he didn’t have to try and shout over the music anymore. He turned, pulling gently on your wrist to lead you toward the front door. He weaved through people, avoiding getting into conversations. He was determined to get you alone outside so he could talk to you.

Finally, they made it outside. JJ released your wrist as they reached the front door. He took a deep breath, enjoying the sudden lack of music and the relative quiet (well, aside from the still loud music coming from inside). JJ took a step away from you as he turned to face you.

"Thank god, I thought my ears were gonna bleed with that damn music in there."

'Yeah..' you agreed mentally once again, nodding with a small smile and adjusting your glasses as you stood on the porch, finally able to breathe fresh air, a stark contrast from the muted and sweaty smelling air inside. You needed to start saying words out loud, instead of just answering in your mind.

JJ leaned against the porch railing, stuffing his hands into his pockets. The air was much cooler outside, compared to the stuffy heat that was present inside.

He took a few seconds to study you as you stood across from him. The light from the porch made you look even more softer, if that was even possible. You looked so small in that moment, it made him wonder how you had managed to make it to high school.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, clearing his throat before speaking up again. He couldn’t believe that he was actually talking to you, and the fact that he hadn’t messed it up yet was a surprise to him. He didn’t want to think about how bad he would screw it up in the future.

"So uh...wanna explain why you were hiding in a closet? "

There. A question to get the conversation going. He mentally cursed himself in his head, realizing how stupid the question sounded.

"I got pushed in at the same time as you." You found the courage to speak yay! and not so shaky and quiet either. Maybe it was the fact that he thought you were just hiding in the moldy closet, like an actual mouse, which made you wanna defend yourself. That's what was missing from this situation, for him to think you were an actual dumbass who was hiding in a closet because she was afraid of party sounds.

JJ found himself chuckling, raising an eyebrow at your answer. He didn’t expect that particular answer, he was expecting you to say that you just decided to hide in the closest instead of socializing. But pushed in? He could actually believe that. "Damn. Got pushed into a closet with me? That’s gotta be some pretty shitty luck."

'I'd like to think it was kinda lucky of me to get pushed in with you, of all people...' you laughed internally. You glanced at him, tearing your eyes from the street in front of the house, narrowing your eyes at his words, but deciding to just stay silent. It was better than saying something to counter it or even worse.. to try and be funny and fail.

JJ’s eyebrows nearly raised at the sound of your small, quiet laugh. He hadn’t expected you to laugh at his joke, he was actually surprised that you had responded at all. That laugh was definitely enough to make him keep going to get that sweet, soft sound to come back.

“You know, you have a really pretty laugh..“ The sentence was out of his mouth before he could even realize it. He internally winced, hoping he hadn’t just made things weird by complimenting you. Not that he didn't compliment girls usually. If anything, that's how he managed to score in the first place. But in your case he wasn't trying to flatter you to get in your pants. He simply found you interesting.

You could feel yourself blush at his compliment, not realizing you actually laughed out-loud instead of just thinking about it in your head. You scolded yourself internally for reacting to such a casual sentence, he was just being nice after all, not asking you to marry him. "Thanks." you managed to mutter out quietly, hoping it sounded at least a tad bit grateful, and not rude and clipped.

JJ’s heart skipped a beat when he saw that adorable blush on your face. He had never seen you so expressive yet quiet at the same time since he'd met you less than an hour ago. He silently smirked to himself, now he knew how to make you blush. He mentally noted that fact down for later. The fact that you had mumbled out a simple “thanks” in response, just made everything even better for him. He would take anything you responded with, just so he could get you to keep talking and hear that angelic voice.

He shifted against the railing, his hand moving to his back pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He quickly took one out, putting it between his lips. He glanced down at you as he pulled out a lighter to light the cigarette.

He held the pack out to you, silently offering you a cigarette as well. Which as he did, he realized that it wasn't really the epitome of smooth or romantic. But he already had his hand out stretched. JJ was becoming annoyed at himself for overthinking his every move, feeling like he was losing his footing on a ground he'd navigated countless times.

A small amused grimace made its way on your face despite trying to stop it, silently debating if you should take a cigarette. You pulled out your own lighter, stepping a little closer, not too much to look weird, lighting his cigarette before taking one for yourself. 'Wow.. so confident, lighting his cigarette for him.' you quipped sardonically in your head as you lit the cigarette for your self and took a long drag from it.

JJ’s eyes widened a little in surprise when you stepped closer to him, so close that you could reach out and touch him, if you wanted to. He watched you flick your lighter on, a small wave of excitement rushing through him as you held the light to his cigarette. He leaned his head forward slightly, putting the other end of the cigarette to his mouth and taking a drag. He exhaled the smoke as he watched you light your own cigarette.

He almost laughed when he saw the small grimace that came across your face.

He took another drag of the cigarette, his eyes studying the features of your face. You looked so beautiful like this, in the soft light of the porch with a cigarette between your lips. It was enough for him to realize that he wanted to see you like this more - not just tonight but anytime he could.

He turned away slightly as he exhaled the smoke, trying to calm his thoughts once again. He didn’t know you and yet here he was, already getting addicted to being close to you and hearing you talk.

The cigarette was a welcome relief given the fact that you were on edge since you came to the stupid party, leaning on the railing and taking long drags to fill your lungs with the smoke, the nicotine swirling around in your brain. Here you were, smoking a cigarette casually with the guy you were pinning after for years. 3rd grade you would probably faint and break her glasses in 2 if she knew.

JJ silently watched how you exhaled the smoke that was going into your lungs. It was hypnotizing watching you do this, something about it just made him want to keep watching. It was just so oddly satisfying to watch you smoke. He knew it probably wasn’t, but he didn’t care in that moment. It was oddly pleasing in a way he couldn’t explain.

He took another drag, letting the cigarette sit between his lips as he spoke. "You smoke often?"

"Yeah.. helps with the whole social anxiety thing.." you nodded your words followed by a small dry chuckle as you side glanced at him, exhaling the smoke to the side to avoid blowing it directly in his face.

JJ couldn’t help but notice the little side glance at him. That action, for some reason, made his stomach flip and flutter like it had a mind of its own, the way your eyes fixed on him momentarily making him nervous for some reason. A small smirk formed on his face as he blew out his own puff of smoke.

"Social anxiety, huh?"

He took another drag of the cigarette, his eyes looking straight at you as he did. He chuckled slightly, he never thought you would be the type to suffer from social anxiety, mostly because of his prejudice towards your social status. You had always seemed so quiet and reserved, but he never assumed it was because of that. But, as he looked at you now, taking a puff of your cigarette and shyly glancing at him every so often, he was starting to realize that maybe social anxiety made sense. The thought made him realize that he really didn’t know you at all, and that he desperately wanted to change that.

He leaned against the railing once again, taking another drag from the cigarette as he decided on what to say next.

Before he had the chance to do so, none other than your best friend Maisy, burst through the front door, her eyes fixed on you and probably not noticing JJ at first, "Y/n/n! where have you been, girl? You just missed the whole ordeal with Maybank getting locked in a closet with some random girl. It was so crazy.. I looked for you so i could tell you all about it!" she gasped excitedly as she clasped her hands on your shoulders, her loud voice and sudden appearance startling you and JJ. She could not, for the life of her read the room. Ever.

JJ’s eyes immediately went from you to Maisy, he was going to attempt to make more conversation until your best friend burst through the door.

He stiffened at hearing his last name, instantly tensing at what Maisy had said, now staring at the strawberry blonde mess of hair when she stepped in front of him to grab your shoulders.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, glancing over Maisy's shoulder to signal JJ's presence, glaring at her subtly. You didn't want her to say something stupid and reveal your feelings by mistake and embarrass you in front of him. Maisy’s eyes suddenly widened as she realized that she had walked out in the middle of a conversation you having with someone. She followed your gaze and looked over her shoulder, noticing JJ for the first time.

She gasped as her eyes widened even more, her look of surprise quickly turning into a smirk as she glanced back and forth from JJ to you.

You shook your head as if to say, 'don't, i'll kill you.

Maisy, the best friend she was, completely forgot about the look you had given her and the silent threat you were trying to convey in seconds upon receiving it. She had suddenly realized that you were standing beside JJ by yourself, and she was about to take full advantage of the situation. She smirked at you and wiggled her eyebrows dramatically, silently teasing you in her own way.

"Maisy. Please." you widened your eyes, silently scolding her and desperately suppressing the urge to groan out loud. Maisy was well aware of your MASSIVE years long crush on JJ, and you knew she was happy about this, in her own way, of course.

Maisy’s smirk grew as she saw how you widened your eyes and silently begged her not to say anything. She knew how big of a crush you had on JJ and how long you had wanted a moment like this. She was going to make the most of this.

She feigned innocence, silently raising an eyebrow at you as if to say "what".

JJ glanced back and forth between the two of you, picking up on the tension that he couldn’t fully understand. He glanced at you, noticing the look in your eyes as you looked at your friend. He could almost feel the pleading in your eyes, silently begging her not to say anything.

He looked at your friend, catching the smirk that was on her face. He silently tried to figure out what was going on. What was going through the mind of your bratty friend in that moment?

Mimsy glanced at JJ, noticing the curious look he had on his face. She couldn’t help but tease her friend, this was a once lifetime chance and she wasn’t going to pass up on the opportunity to tease her just a little.

She continued her innocent look as she turned back to you. She smirked as she leaned her head in your direction, acting as if she was going to whisper something into your ear. But instead, she spoke loudly, making sure JJ could hear her too. She loved tormenting you just a bit too much.

"You're alone with JJ Maybank of all people. How does it feel?"

Maisy said, a sly grin on her face as she watched your reaction. She was enjoying messing with you and making a fool of you in front of the guy that you liked a little too much for her liking. She didn't care, she loved embarrassing you. It was a friend’s right to tease their other friend in front of a potential love interest, right?

"Embarrassing, given you're here now." you glared at her, probably the most expressive JJ had seen you since you started speaking in the closet. A small sigh escaped your lips and you barely contained the urge to face-palm dramatically.

Maisy let out a loud gasp, acting as if she was offended by your words. She put her hand over her heart, a dramatic look crossing her face as she spoke. She was really enjoying this just so she could get a reaction out of you, which in turn would get a reaction out of JJ.

“Oh, wow. You’re being a bit rude, aren’t you? I can’t believe you’d say that in front of JJ. So insulting.”

JJ let out a stifled laugh as your friend dramatically pretended to be offended. He couldn’t help but find her antics amusing as he watched the whole scene unfold in front of his eyes. But he really couldn’t help but notice the glare you gave to your friend. It was the most expressive facial expression he had seen you wear so far, and he had to admit that he rather liked it. There was something about you standing up for yourself that he found attractive, even if it was just in a small way.

"And also I'm gonna kill you for ditching me like that.. " you added quietly, slapping Maisy's shoulder teasingly even though you were still glaring at her.

Misy let out another gasp as you slapped her shoulder. She feigned a look of pain on her face as she dramatically winced and rubbed the spot where you had slapped her in a playful way. She let out a loud melodramatic "ow". Clearly she was just messing with you at this point.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ditch you. I just had to do something REALLLLYYY important." she countered, her words dripping with suggestive undertones rather than genuine apology.

"Like?" you raised one brow, feigning annoyance.

Maisy shrugged her shoulders slightly, trying her best to look innocent. It was all an act, and she was enjoying it so much. She loved getting a rise out of you just so she could see the way you reacted and how you acted in front of JJ. In another world, she would’ve been a professional drama actor with the way she was able to act so well.

"Just something..., you know. The usual. Important, fun, necessary stuff."

"You need to drive me home. I hate this stupid party." you put out your cigarette, sighing and groaning out loud this time as you adjusted your glasses, leaning away from the railing.

Your best friend laughed at your irritation. She knew that you hated parties and that you dreaded them, that’s why she’d convinced you to come to this one in the first place. It was just her way of being a good friend.

"Alright, alright. Stop being such a prude. I’ll take you home, you baby. Just let me say 'bye' to a few people first. You’re such a buzzkill, you know that?"

"Ugh Maisy.. you're just gonna take forever." you groaned once again at the thought of having to follow her around while she bid her never-ending goodbyes.

"I'll just skate home. Where's your car? i left my board in there." at that point, given how quiet JJ was you forgot momentarily that he was there, speaking freely and more expressively.

Misy raised her eyebrows dramatically as you mentioned skating home. If there was one thing she hated more than parties, it was your habit of skating everywhere. It was like you were allergic to cars. She let out a fake gasp and dramatically put her hand on her chest like she had been wounded.

“Skate home this late!? Alone!? You’re joking right?”

"Unlock the car. I can see it from here." you deadpanned, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, nodding towards her car parked a bit messily on the lawn of the house.

Maisy scoffed and turned towards where her car was parked. She pulled out her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the car.

“Ugh. Fine. But if you get kidnapped or murdered, I’m not taking the blame. You’re such a pain, you know that right?”

"Bye... I'll see you tomorrow when you're hung over." you waved a hand in her face dramatically, the gesture sarcastic.

Maisy rolled her eyes at your sarcastic wave. She couldn’t help but smirk at how much of a pain you were being. She put a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow at you in a sarcastic way.

“Ugh, thanks for that. I look forward to your sarcastic and overly annoying comments in the morning. See you, baby.”

With that she turned on her heel and walked back into the house, heading back into the party with a smirk still on her face. She was beyond satisfied with herself. She had pushed your buttons enough for you to be a bit more expressive in front of JJ and get a reaction from both you and him. It was one of her favorite pastimes to see you flustered and a bit irritated just at her presence.

The moment she disappeared inside, the only person left outside on the porch was you and JJ.

After Maisy had gone back inside, the porch suddenly felt much quieter than before. The only sounds heard were the crickets in the background and the muffled noise from the party inside. JJ glanced over at you, his eyes studying your face once again. He couldn’t help but notice the change in your demeanor the moment your annoying friend left.

As soon as your best friend left you were aware that you were alone with JJ again. You glanced at him adjusting your glasses nervously, "sorry about that.."

JJ couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as you nervously adjusted your glasses the moment you realised you were alone with him. He raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the railing of the porch once again, his gaze fixed on you.

"No need to apologize. Your friend is… something else.”

Back to clamming up like a dumbass you go. You nodded silently, a small apologetic smile tugging at your lips. You were going to skate home, but you weren't sure how to.. end the conversation with JJ? should you just leave? wave at him? no... that's too casual, he doesn't even know you. Saying bye felt pathetic.

JJ chuckled again as you fell back into your shy, nervous demeanor. He could tell that you were overthinking the entire situation in the moment, trying to find the right way to leave. He thought that you looked so awkward and nervous. It was almost cute how unsure of yourself you were.

He pushed himself off the railing and took a step towards you.

"You’re still gonna skate home?"

You hummed faintly and nodded, looking out to Maisy's car. You didn't hate the idea of skating home, given you had your earphones with you and you could just take a shortcut to your house from here.

He couldn't help but smirk slightly as you hummed weakly and nodded. He took a couple more steps towards you, closing the gap between the two of you completely. He stood right in front of you, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. "Not afraid of being kidnapped or murdered like your friend said?"

"I skate at night pretty often." you stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, your voice back to its quiet and soft tone again.

JJ smirked even more as you stated your regular night time skating routine as if it was natural. He let out an amused chuckle, his eyebrows raising at the idea of you skating home alone in the dark so often.

"You skate at night often? You must have a death wish, doll."

You furrowed your brows at his nickname, whipping your head to look up at him with an expression resembling confusion. It was mostly to hide how flustered it made you, a small frown forming on your face, which wasn't supposed to be rude in any way, you were just... thrown off.

He smirked as you whipped your head up to look at him, your face showing a look of confusion mixed with… dare he say it, was that a hint of blush on your cheeks? He let out a small chuckle as he noticed your small, almost pouty frown. "What's with that look for, doll? You got a problem with the new nickname?"

You pursed your lips, as if mulling over the nickname in your head and dissecting it. He had no reason to call you that, but you knew JJ even though he didn't know you. You knew he was carefree and casual with everyone, so it wasn't hard for him to say certain things or make jokes. A part of you had always been envious of that, ever since you started liking him. Maybe that's why you liked him. He was the opposite of you, and in some ways you wished you could be like him, or like the girls you knew he usually went for.

He observed your facial expressions closely as you seemed to be deep in thought. He could practically hear the gears turning in your head as you thought about the nickname he had given you. He didn’t know why he called you "doll", it just came out naturally in the moment. He had a habit of nicknaming people, especially pretty ones, without even thinking about it. But for some reason, he was more interested in your reaction to it this time. It was the first nickname he had given you, and he wondered how you would react to it.

He chuckled softly to himself as he watched you purse your lips slightly, your facial expression almost looking like you were analyzing and dissecting the nickname he had given you. He couldn’t help but feel amused at the way you were acting. You were so quiet and soft-spoken, so different from anything he was used to. It was almost endearing in a way. He found your shyness refreshing and cute.

You decided you had enough of just standing there awkwardly and you looked up at him, nodding in greeting and walking towards the steps off the porch, your feet moving slowly, as if you were hesitating, afraid not to create a hole through the wood or something. You didn't wanna leave obviously, but you were awkward and weird and flustered easily and he was... well, JJ. You decided that you liked pining after him from afar from your camera lenses and behind corners rather than embarrassing yourself by talking to him face to face.

JJ watched as you nodded in greeting and began to walk down the steps of the porch. He let out a small chuckle as he noticed the slow and hesitant way you moved, as if you were afraid to break something on the way. He found your nervous mannerisms to be endearing, and he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in your head at that moment.

As you started walking away, he couldn’t help but step forward and speak up before you got too far.

"Hey, wait."

He took a few steps towards you, closing the distance between the two of you again as he spoke up, his voice low and gentle. "You’re just gonna leave like that, doll?"

"Well.. yeah?" you grimaced hesitantly, curious as to why he seemed so adamant on speaking with you even though you were silent most of the time.

He raised an eyebrow at your hesitancy and grimace. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of annoyance and interest at the fact that you were just going to leave without a second thought. He had wanted to talk to you more, and he wasn’t about to give up just yet.

"You can’t just leave after you’ve barely said anything at this party. You’re too quiet, it’s a little weird."

Ouch again. He probably didn't mean to make another stingy comment, but you still felt the sting a little. You didn't let it show though, raising your brows and adjusting your glasses, looking at him as if expecting him to continue, despite the obvious figurative period at the end of his sentence.

He noticed the subtle flash of hurt in your eyes at his comment, but he didn’t apologize for it. He had a reputation to maintain after all. He raised an eyebrow in return at your raised brows and expression, expecting you to say something. When you didn’t, his eyes narrowed slightly as if he was annoyed that you weren’t responding. "Is that all you’re gonna do, just stare at me?"

You looked to the side as if considering his question, nodding slowly and silently. You knew he probably didn't like it, you weren't the kind of person that would hang around JJ Maybank after all. But you couldn't help it, your brain just didn't wanna speak sometimes, it was like it was selectively mute, which was very asshole-ish of it.

He let out a low sigh at your nod and silent response. He found it both annoying and endearing at the same time how reticent you were. He wasn’t used to someone being this quiet and reserved around him. Usually girls would cling to him or talk endlessly, never shutting up.

He took a small step closer to you, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at you. He leaned forward slightly, his voice low and gruff as he spoke. "You can at least say something, doll."

"Something." you spoke without realizing, the word soft and quiet even though it was more sarcastic than anything.

A surprised laugh escaped his lips at your unexpected sarcastic response. He didn’t expect you to actually say something, let alone something sarcastic.

"Clever."

He said dryly as a smirk formed on his face, his eyebrows raising slightly. He was enjoying this more than he cared to admit, he wasn’t used to people being sarcastic back to him, not someone as quiet as you anyway.

He leaned in slightly closer, his smirk slowly morphing into a small, amused smile. He liked how blunt and sarcastic you could be, and the fact that you were being sarcastic with him was almost funny. "You sure know how to make conversation, doll."

You raised your brows and nodded looking to the side once again as if to say 'i know right?', a small scoff leaving your lips.

He chuckled softly at your raised brows and subtle scoff. It was like you were trying to match his confidence and snarky attitude but by being quiet at the same time, and he couldn’t help but find it amusing. He took another small step forward, getting even closer to you. "You sure are a sassy one, doll. Most people would be a stuttering mess in front of me right now."

'I am stuttering... mentally.' you thought, fixing him with your gaze. You were sure you were plenty nervous in front him anyway, stuttering would just make you explode probably. You were sure that would actually happen if it came down to it.

He could see the hint of nervousness in your eyes as you fixed him with a steady gaze. He knew that you were probably feeling very nervous and intimidated by his presence, but you were doing a good job at not letting it show. It was refreshing to him that you weren’t falling all over yourself in front of him like most girls did.

"You’re awfully quiet though. How come you’re not all over me like most girls are?" He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm and subtle curiosity.

'Oh, how i would love to-..' you stopped that thought before it actually finished in your mind, shaking it out of your brain quickly. Your version of being all over him was stalking him around and taking pretty artsy and stalkerish pictures of him from afar. Of course that was embarrassing to think about, especially when he was standing right in front of you, talking and giving you casual nicknames like 'doll and mouse.'

He noticed the brief second when you seemed to zone out for a moment before snapping yourself out of it. He couldn’t help but be intrigued by the look that had crossed your face, if only for a split second. He raised an eyebrow at your sudden change in demeanor and wondered what had just gone through your head.

"You sure love zoning out, doll. You alright in that head of yours?"

You nodded swiftly, looking back up at him. Still, you couldn't seem to get a word out, which was becoming annoying for you. You can talk to him, he's not gonna bite.

He could sense your frustration at your inability to speak, even though he could also tell that you were trying to remain calm and collected in front of him. He found your struggle both endearing and irritating at the same time.

He chuckled softly before speaking again, his voice soft and casual. "You know you can talk to me, right? Like, actually say something out loud."

"I'm a girl of few words." you spoke up, pursing your lips gently as you looked up at him, nodding in a self-assured way.

He chuckled again at your response, his eyes fixed on your pursed lips. There was something strangely intriguing about the way you looked at him, even with your glasses in the way. "I can tell, doll. You’re practically mute." like an actual doll, that was even more funnier to think about in JJ's mind.

He found himself moving closer to you again, a smirk playing on his lips. He was enjoying the fact that you were struggling to speak, and secretly found it cute how shy and awkward you were around him.

"You’re a little mouse, aren’t ya? Too shy to talk?"

You hated that word when it was used to describe your quietness by others, but when it came out of his mouth and it rolled off his lips you found it almost... sweet. The way he seemed to weigh his words and keep his rowdy and loud behavior in check made you feel.. special? but also pitied, like he was scared of scaring you away. You raised your brows, adjusting your glasses and smiling slightly at him, nodding again after a few seconds.

He could see the hint of annoyance in your eyes when he called you a mouse, but it was gone as soon as he saw you smile slightly.

"Awww, look at that, she finally smiled. I didn’t think it was possible with you being so quiet."

He mocked your silence once more, just to tease you a bit more. He found your reactions and facial expressions entertaining, even if you were silent most of the time.

Somehow you found the courage to reach up and smack his shoulder playfully, glaring at him half heartedly. The action surprised even yourself, retracting your hand fast in fear that you might've made him uncomfortable.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise when you reached up and smacked his shoulder, the action catching him off guard. It was the first time you had physically touched him, and he couldn’t help but feel a small spark of electricity at the contact. He also noticed the way you retracted your hand quickly, as if you were afraid of what he might do.

He laughed softly at the look on your face, his smirk widening.

"Did you just SMACK me, mouse?"

"Sorry.." you stuttered out, stepping back a little nervously. It was supposed to be a casual teasing smack but as per usual, you made things awkward and weird. Just like you always did.

He chuckled again at your stuttered apology, the sound low and gruff. He found your nervous mannerisms and stuttering quite endearing. It was an odd thing, being intrigued by someone who hardly talked and was very awkward. He took a step closer to you, closing the distance between you again. "Don’t apologize, doll. I’m not mad." He said lowly, his smirk fading into a soft smile.

You nodded quickly, turning away suddenly and walking towards Maisy's car to retrieve your board and skate home. God, you had spoken to him more than you ever did in these 8 years of pining after him. And it was so nerve wrecking, having someone have some much control over you without even knowing.

As you walked away, JJ couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment that you were leaving already. He watched you walk towards Maisy's car, and a part of him wanted to call out to you to stay, but he didn't.

He couldn't quite understand why, but there was something about you that he found strangely captivating. Despite the fact that you were very shy and awkward around him, he felt strangely drawn to you. He didn’t want the conversation to end just yet.

He thought about calling out to you to wait, but something stopped him. He wasn't sure what it was, but he couldn't bring himself to speak up. Instead, he just watched as you walked away, his eyes fixed on your retreating form.

Maybe it was the way you had looked at him with those shy, behind-the-glasses eyes, or the soft, almost sarcastic responses you had given him despite your quiet nature. Something just made him want to keep talking to you, even if all you did was just nod and stay silent most of the time. Maybe that's what JJ needed, someone quiet enough to help him ground his loudness. But that thought was shaken away when he realized you were a stranger and the 2 of you might not even interact ever again.

JJ was still standing there at base of the porch steps, watching as you opened the back seat of Maisy's car. He raised an eyebrow at the state of the car, thinking to himself about how messy it was. As you retrieved your board from under the pile of clothes and Gatorade bottles, he watched your every movement intently.

When you suddenly turned around and waved at him, JJ couldn’t help but feel a fluttering in his chest. He couldn’t quite understand why, but he found the gesture strangely adorable.

He raised his hand in response, waving back at you.

"Night, mouse. Don't get lost on the way home."

He called out, his smirk returning to his face. He couldn't help but tease you a little before you left, it was too hard not to poke at your shy demeanor.

You couldn't help but smile at his use of the nickname again, placing your board on the sidewalk and glancing at him one last time before finally forcing yourself to skate away down the sidewalk, the sound of the party becoming distant as you skated down the street.

JJ watched as you placed your board on the sidewalk and started skating away. He couldn’t help but notice the small smile that had appeared on your face when he had called you 'mouse' again. He felt a small twinge of satisfaction being the cause of the smile, even if it was a small one.

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A/n: Okay so... what do we think about the first interaction? I decided mid-way that I'm making this multiple parts..☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ if this does well I'll post part 2.. JJ is such a yapper, and the reader is.. not. I'll take this down if people don't read it but i have an entire story about these 2 :( I'm just curious if this was too long

Divider credits: @cafekitsune

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House of Black Part 6

Regulus Black AU

Request: Regulus and his wife are raising Sirius’ daughter after he ends up in Azkaban. Now after his escape Sirius comes to them to thank them and get to know his daughter.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Former Sirius x Reader

Link to Part 5

Rating: M- smut

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Sirius waited until Abby was out of the room before speaking. Remus had gone back about whatever he was doing and acted as if nothing weird and uncomfortable just happened.

“So, are you going to say anything about any of that?”

Sirius questioned, feeling his temper building. Remus turned around with a raised eyebrow.

“What would you like me to say?”

Sirius scratched his head before sitting down.

“Oh, I don’t know…maybe You just had your ass handed to you Sirius or Sirius, I’m awfully sorry that your kid hates you.”

Remus rolled his eyes. It was time for dramatic Sirius to make his entrance.

“Don’t you think that you are being a tad over dramatic?”

Sirius’ mouth dropped.

“Dramatic? I’m being dramatic?! Excuse me!”

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