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#NOT EVEN ONE WEEK! IT RINSED OUT SO FUCKING QUICK
icallhimjoey · 5 months
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Lost & Found
♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader    
Summary: You take a little break, a week away to somewhere warm to relax and calm your senses. So does Joe – same flight, same hotel, same travel plans and, worst of all, same suitcase. What was meant to be a lovely trip to the sun starts off on the wrong foot when you find expensive designer outfits belonging to a man in what you thought was your suitcase.    
CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, lots of swearing, we get a little spicy but nothing too bad, 18+ just in case though!    
Author’s note: so, i wrote half of this severely sleep-deprived and half of this whilst feeling unwell, so... i don't know man, i hope that i tied it all together somewhat coherent for you all and that you enjoy! comments, likes, messages, reblogs etc. all highly appreciated, thanks!
Wordcount: 4.4K
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part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
The door fell into its lock behind you and the eye-contact was not something you wanted to be the first to break.
Nothing happened for a second. You just stood close in your silent hotel room and looked at each other. You tried to focus on breathing at a normal pace which seemed, no, was an impossible task.
Had you ever really noticed what Joe’s eyes looked like? 
You had.
But like this? 
Yea, you had, actually.
Hey, fuck you, don’t judge. See them up close first before calling someone crazy.
You had noticed his eyes. You’d noticed lots of things about him, but his eyes? There was something about his fucking eyes and he was looking back at you now, his moving between yours, and oh my God, how long were you just going to stare directly into each other’s eyes like this?
It was nearing uncomfortable when suddenly you saw his eyes shoot down, past your lips, down your body, and then back up.
“Do you…” Joe started, voice low and soft, but he didn’t finish the sentence. You tried guessing what it could have been, what he was about to ask, but you couldn’t think straight.
Not with Joe so close and the energy all thick and crackly.
Were you even breathing at all at this point?
Seconds passed, but it felt like minutes did when you suddenly felt how your whole body swayed forward. Nearly into him. So very nearly.
You swallowed, and then so did Joe, and why the fuck was no one doing anything?
His eyes moved again, but past you now. Over your shoulder. And then he reached. Leant closer to you as he reached an arm behind and opened the door to the bathroom. It made you step back a little, which was just right, because that was where Joe wanted you. The faint excuse of sand everywhere, of barely sunburnt pulling skin, of salty seawater that left your legs somewhat sticky, all enough to pull you into the bathroom for a shower.
No words were shared at all when you stepped inside. You watched as Joe turned the shower on, knew how it worked because his hotel room had the exact same one, and when Joe started undressing, you followed without question.
It wasn’t weird.
You tried to think of reasons of why it wasn’t weird, but you couldn’t come up with anything quick enough.
You decided that maybe you were just weird and the situation was maybe sort of the same amount of weird for everything to feel normal.
Well. Semi-normal, at least.
It was fine.
You were undressing in your bathroom and this time Joe was in the room with you instead of just outside, sat on a chair, listening carefully to make sure you didn’t collapse.
Steam started filling up the room when you stepped out of your bikini bottoms and for a second you forgot that this was likely not going to be an actual shower shower, but more just a sexy excuse to touch each other all over.
Just like you’d done the day before when Joe had been sat on a chair outside the bathroom door, you collected your bikini to rinse out in the shower.
Resourceful type of shit. Like your mother had taught you.
This time however, it wasn’t just your two-piece that you picked up off the floor; you also found Joe’s swimming shorts.
You didn’t realise that maybe this was a little strange when you stepped into the hot stream with all of it in hand and heard Joe huff in silent laughter.
“It’s just, I always, you know... to get them clean,” you said, holding all of it under the water, focussing on getting every inch of every item wet. It was nice to have a job to direct your focus, something to keep your hands and eyes busy and not, you know, with the naked man who was stood right behind you.
Your shoulders were the first thing two cold, only cold because the water was hot, large hands touched of you.
For a second you thought he was going to stop you like he would stop you from biting at your fingernails, but instead, his hands trailed up a bit until they touched your neck and then went down your back a little to the spots where he’d paid close attention to sore muscles the day before.
Pressing both thumbs into the flesh there worked like a reset button, it was almost embarrassing how fast your body folded.
Your head fell forward, and your arms dropped down. You went as lax as you could standing up still, and it got another soft chuckle from Joe.
Next thing you knew, the swimming garments were taken from your hands and hung over the glass shower screen before hands found your shoulders again. Before strong fingers pushed and kneaded the sore spots that needed it so.
Hot water.
Naked skin.
Hands doing exactly what you wanted them to.
Shit.
Yea, you'd been after intimacy, but you kind of expected that whatever you'd been after wouldn’t made you... oh, you know, feel things.
Just taking deep breaths wasn't enough to push down whatever was trying to make its way out of you.
It was confusing and silly - you wouldn't even let yourself come close to this on your own, by yourself, but now, here, completely in the nude with another person in the shower with you, this was the right time for emotions to let themselves be known?
No.
Not on your watch.
You scrunched up your forehead as much as it was willing to wrinkle from all sides, eyebrows doing the most, because if you didn’t, your lip would wobble, mouth showing all the emotions that resided on the inside. You didn’t even think they were real emotions to begin with - you were just tired. But a big pout and a quivering chin were things you couldn’t control, were things that would just do whatever by themselves and there was no stopping them. 
Couldn’t have that, could you?
So you redirected it to the top-half of your face. Sure, it made tears spill faster, but somehow that felt fine. There was water there already anyway, the shower a perfect coverup for them. You’d rather it be this. This was prettier and felt controlled, easier to hide.
It wasn’t, though.
It took no time for you to be fucking shaking all over.
Trying to control the shaking only made it worse. And it got worse fast. Especially when you turned and you saw how Joe reacted to what he saw. Copied it. Knitted his eyebrows together like yours were and created a whole crumply mess on his face and, had you mentioned his eyes already?
You had.
Fucking stunning. Absolutely beautiful.
They weren’t helping.
This was meant to be a sexy shower for fuck’s sake.
If you could just. 
Relax.
Have a drink.
Ignore whatever stirred inside.
That’d be perfect.
You took a few deep breaths through flared nostrils that you let out through your mouth and, there you went. It worked a little. Forehead stayed scrunched, just in case, but you felt yourself relax a little. Felt heavy shit ebb away a little.
“This is why, you know that, right?” 
The hurt turned into confusion. Was only a minor change.
“If you’re going to keep pushing it down, it’ll affect you physically,” 
You snorted. Hid the way you knew he was right with a laugh. Tried to turn it into jokes.
“Okay, doctor,” 
But Joe didn’t laugh. Just swiped your hair from the front of your shoulders to your back before using large palms to push it back from your face too.
“What’s plaguing you?” He spoke so softly, you barely heard it over the clatter of shower water that hit the tiles in streams from both your elbows. 
“I’m fine, it’s just… it’s just work,” 
Joe didn’t respond to your answer at all. Just kept wiping hands near your hairline, in turn smoothing out all the lines of worry you’d etched in there. It made you grab onto his wrists to stop him. 
He did stop, but didn’t move, and then you just stood like that a second with your forehead all smooth and you had to close your eyes because the shower water was running directly into them.
The fact that joe was staring down into your soul went ignored because it was just easier if you didn’t think about being so seen.
“I don’t…” you started, stupid lip wobbling once more because Joe’s hands prevented you from redirecting everything, “I don’t want to cry.” 
“If you’ve got to cry, you’ve got to cry.” 
“I’m just, I’m tired and that fucks with everything, doesn’t it?” 
You kept thinking there was going to be a moment where Joe would laugh. Chuckle or softly snicker or even exhale a little louder than usual, but he never did.
Just stayed silent.
Watched what your face did and rubbed a thumb across where he saw you try to frown.
“What if I don’t stop?” 
“Crying?”
“You didn’t come up here to have me cry in the shower for ages,” you laughed at yourself and then groaned loudly, all frustrated. “God, you must think I’m so fucking weird,”
Joe reached and had a squint at the tiny cursive letters of whatever small tube he picked up.
Shampoo.
Nice.
He flicked it open with his thumb and said, “Well, in my defence,” which made you laugh. “I never thought that the girl I met wearing my clothes wasn’t at least a little strange,”
He was right. You hadn’t once tried to sell to Joe that you were normal. Which was actually sort of perfect. Made you feel less bad about your laughter turning into a weird choked sob when Joe got started on washing your hair.
Made you feel less bad when you apologised, and Joe held your whole head, wide hands splayed fingers from your jaw back to the base of your skull, and forced eye-contact when he said to stop apologising already.
Made you feel less bad when you, through teary laughter, commented on the lack of sex appeal you'd dragged into the shower, that hadn’t been the intention at all, and Joe just said, “We got time.”
Made you feel less bad when, after Joe turned the shower off, all you wanted to do was curl into the white fluffy dressing gown and flop down onto the bed, ready to pass out.
Because you hadn’t lied. You were tired.
Joe let you nap there after watching you run your hands over the covers, murmuring something about clean sheet day before you drifted off.
And, listen.
Yea, Joe hadn’t expected for any of this week to go the way it had gone so far. He’d intended for the trip to be a little break from work, to simply get his mind off of everything going on at home by sleeping in, and by reading books, and by swimming slow laps in the hotel pool for however long he wanted.
Well.
He’d barely even touched the book he’d brought, hadn’t swam a single lap in the hotel pool but! But! Had this... had all of this not taken his mind off of everything?
It had.
Joe hadn’t thought of work, of his schedule, of auditions and of lines he had to learn - he hadn’t thought of any of that once.
And he got to help someone.
Well, not just someone.
You.
He got to make you laugh, got to make you eat, got to make you relax. Got to hold you as you slept. Got to touch you in the shower. Not... not in all the ways he’d wanted to. Yet. But he’d been forward about it. Said there was time still. Which, there was. He’d only met you three days ago, which, was that right? Joe had to count using his fingers to check, because didn’t that feel like weeks ago already?
And sure, you kept saying sorry for being a burden, kept telling him he was free to go whenever, you didn’t want to ruin his trip, you know?
But how was he going to tell you that, actually, this was exactly right for him right now? Have his focus be on someone else entirely instead of on himself for a second?
And the answers were so easy too, weren’t they? All basic shit.
You woke up about an hour later with your feet in Joe's lap, left foot in his hands, slowly kneading as he watched TV.
You looked up, stirred a little, felt a little dazed. Took you a second to realise where you were. Who was there with you. Who was holding your foot.
“Hey,” Joe smiled lazily at you, and for a second, he thought maybe this was too much. Maybe he’d overstepped. You’d fallen asleep in your bed, naked body wrapped up in fluffy white, and Joe’d just sat down next to you. Turned on the TV, volume all the way down, like he was in his own hotel room, and when you started twisting and turning a little, he’d taken hold of your feet. Hoped that his grip would ground you in some way.
He thought it had done, because for the rest of your nap you’d barely moved at all.
For about ten minutes, your feet had just laid there. On his lap. You had nice feet, Joe thought, you know, as far as feet went. Nice legs too. Bruised a bunch, sure. Scraped from where you’d fallen, kind of similar to your face, but nice none the less. Eyes traveled up more, and that’s when Joe saw.
He tried not to see. Actively tried his bestest best not to look.
You’d cried over things you didn’t know how to explain and maybe... maybe Joe should’ve left after. Or, at least, maybe Joe shouldn’t have sat down and dragged your feet onto his lap because now, one wrong move and you'd flash your full vagina for the whole room to see.
Joe could already sort of see it now anyway, but he was actively not looking and massaged a foot to keep himself busy.
Don't look, man.
Stop.
Stop looking.
It took you ages to slowly stir awake again. And what a way to wake up. What a view to wake up to.
Joe was sat against the headboard, just in his T-shirt and the remnants of a towel that had been tied around his waist before he’d sat down.
Slow and sleepy, you sat up, and it made Joe try to protect your modesty by going, “Oh, your… the dressing gown– you, it’s ridden up, it’s–”
It was of no use, because you paid your dressing gown no mind, no matter how much of you got exposed. It was time for bits being exposed, you thought.
You moved from sitting up onto your knees, feet sliding from Joe’s lap as you did, your hair all sleep-messy and eyes barely open.
“What are you…?” Joe asked softly, but didn’t finish his question because he knew exactly what you were doing as you inched closer, hands finding his shoulders to hold as your knees dented the mattress either side of him. You lowered yourself onto his lap, your warmth sinking into his, and you grinned. Hummed in satisfaction. There was plenty of fabric in between the two of you – the sheets, Joe’s towel, your dressing gown – but it was all easily removed, one simple swipe away from connecting skin to skin.
“Hi,” Joe softly whispered as you leant closer, and he seemed unsure on if he should sit up a little or not, his hands unsure of if he should touch you a little or not.
Was sort of endearing.
Man had taken a whole shower with you and now didn't know if it was all right to touch you.
So, you helped. Took hold of his hands and guided them to your waist, more towards your back, and when you leant down enough for Joe to tip his chin up and kiss you, his arms did exactly what you wanted them to do as they tightly wrapped around.
Yes.
Exactly.
This was exactly right.
You’d cried, you’d slept, you’d gotten your hair washed and you’d gotten your feet rubbed and now, you wanted to kiss the boy.
And kiss the boy you did.
Well. You kissed him for maybe three seconds. After that, the boy was kissing you.
The dressing gown was tied loosely enough for it to come undone when Joe grabbed two fistfuls of fabric at your back and had Joe not looked at your flesh for long enough now?
The feel of the bare skin of your chest was enough to quickly lose his T-shirt.
The feel of his mouth on your neck was enough to fight your way out of the dressing gown entirely.
You’d never had sex quite like it.
Quite so slow. Quite so loving and so tender, and you know you couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, but maybe Joe had to stop making so much eye-contact if he didn't want you thinking of them all the time, you know?
And Joe was just helping, wasn’t he?
Get your mind empty.
Undo you of stresses that had no right squatting in your muscles like that.
Make you feel good, the way he knew how.
Just helping.
And it did help.
Joe helped when he had almost agonisingly slow sex with you in your hotel room.
Joe helped when after, he suggested going down to his hotel room to enjoy room service in his bed, because hadn’t you said something about clean sheet day earlier?
Joe helped when he let you choose his outfit for the next day and laughed at how you kept scrunching your nose at the selection of clothing items he'd brought. Honestly, what the fuck had he been thinking?
Helped when he just smiled and shrugged and wore whatever you’d laid out for him.
Helped when he told the host downstairs at the restaurant that your seperate reservations for one were to be merged into reservations for two because you’d be having the rest of your meals together now.
Helped when he made sure you had water after having a fruity cocktail by the pool which he made you sip before helping you into the freezing water that hurt your bones, it was so cold.
Helped when he just let you hang onto him in there, arms around his neck and legs around his waist, as he waded through the water for a bit, sun on his back and bright on your face.
Helped when he searched for your wrist again in the night and felt for your pulse, and you'd gone, “You know I’m not— you don’t need to,” and Joe’d quietly replied, “No I know,” before adding, “Is just nice.”. 
Helped when he let you wear one of his jackets once more when you went for drinks up at the rooftop on your last night there and wouldn’t stop commenting on how good it looked on you on the back-end of soft sighs.
You knew just this one week away wouldn’t fix all the things wrong in your life. Knew they’d just be waiting for you when you’d get back home. But, man, spending half this trip with Joe had made you temporarily forget about a lot of the bullshit, and wasn’t that why your boss had sent you away in the first place?
Joe had helped.
The skin around your fingers had started healing enough for it to no longer look like you dipped the tips of them into acid on the reg.
Joe had helped you beyond belief.
And so when the day arrived on which you both would be going back home, an unsaid solemnity hung in the air that the both of you tried your very best to ignore.
It was okay.
You were taking the same flight home, so your time together wasn’t over when you checked out of the hotel. And you’d exchanged numbers, said you’d both be busy the second you'd set foot back in London, but you’d keep in touch. It was a casual agreement of which you knew that potentially, it’d never actually happen.
Just a polite nicety, because what kind of rude person wouldn’t say something like that after the week the two of you had had?
But you weren’t dense.
When you arrived at the airport, you had a weird sort of more heartfelt goodbye moment in the back of your shared taxi. Where there were no other people to ogle and you didn’t feel so weird because, you really weren’t anything together, the two of you, and saying goodbye at airports was an activity strictly set aside for couples, wasn’t it?
Before you moved to get out of the backseat, Joe’d knocked your knee with his to get your attention. The look in his eyes had made you use both arms in a hug that grew tighter and lasted longer than you expected it would have. Then just a peck to your cheek, followed by a quick one to your mouth and a smile.
You didn’t sit remotely close to each other on the plane, couldn’t even see each other from where you were both sat. You kind of handled it like a big girl and told yourself this was just the transition back into the real world where you didn’t know each other at all.
Your week together could just be that. Your week together. Full stop.
It took you the whole flight back to convince yourself you were okay with that.
Joe could just exist as the bits of arm and leg in the corners of pictures of cocktails and nice meals in your camera roll.
That was it.
The week was over and done and Joe was part of your past now.
Except he fucking wasn’t, was he?
You’d forgotten there was a whole airport you needed to get out of before you'd actually part ways, and you only realised that Joe would still be in your vicinity when you looked up from your phone at the baggage claim carousel and looked him right in the eye. He was stood on the other side, the very end of the round all the checked luggage made before it’d disappear and loop back again.
You couldn’t help a smile. This is where you fucked up a week ago. At the baggage claim. You’d grabbed Joe’s suitcase and he’d grabbed yours and now, here you were. Second try. Were going to get it right this time.
Joe returned your smile and it was cute. He grew bashful and looked at his feet before biting into his lip and turning himself back into waiting-man-by-baggage-carousel, face serious and a little tired from the flight. He looked just like the business man you thought he was before you’d even met him. All stern, all posh, looking out for his suitcase, just like you were looking out for yours.
It took a second for you to spot your suitcase.
When you did, your body immediately jolted into action, but a loud clearing of someone's throat stopped you.
Joe.
You looked over and saw him look directly at you, eyebrows raised slightly, slowly shaking his head no.
Confusion.
What?
But... you listened.
Let your own suitcase pass you by, and you saw something change in Joe's expression. Something a little victorious. Something a little too glad, which he tried to hide, about you not just taking what was yours and leaving the area with it.
You watched as your suitcase looped around and... no fucking way. He wouldn't. He fucking wouldn't.
Except he would.
And then, he did.
Joe took your suitcase from the rubber belt and put it down beside him. Gave you a shit eating grin when he extended the telescopic handle with loud clicks and then just... walked off with it.
Was that his? Had you just made the same dumb mistake and had you nearly reached for Joe’s suitcase again?
You looked, saw the other suitcase come your way and were quick to take it. Checked it.
No.
This one wasn’t yours. This was Joe’s.
That little shit.
Your week together wasn’t just going to be your week together, and Joe had to make sure of it. He went about it a little drastically, sure, but in his defence, when he’d thought up the idea of taking your suitcase home instead of his own, part of the plan wasn’t that you’d actually see him do it.
You were meant to just find Joe’s suitcase and not see that it wasn’t yours until you’d get home.
Maybe this was better though.
Maybe this said, “You’re mine.” more.
Maybe this said, “You were mine the moment I saw you dressed in my clothes.” more.
Something possessive and greedy about all of it, but Joe didn’t care.
He was just helping.
And he truly had helped you!
Helped in all the ways he knew how.
Just now was the time for Joe to help himself. And so he did. Joe helped himself when he signaled for you to leave your suitcase be. Helped himself when he smirked across the carousel and turned on his heel, your suitcase rolling behind him. Helped himself when he got into a taxi and waited until it got onto the road before he texted,
“Your suitcase”
Referring back to the first words you'd said to him on that weird day at the airport.
You received the message just as you stepped out of the airport yourself and couldn’t help the way you wanted to squeeze Joe’s face in both your hands, really dig your non-existent finger nails into his cheeks because he was being such an idiot. You didn't know if you wanted to scold him or tell him you loved him for the cheesiest fucking thing you'd ever see someone do.
You knew the perfect reply though.
Joe eagerly awaited your message, was hoping he was going to get what he wanted and, yes, fuck fucking yes, his grin stretched from ear to ear when he did.
“Your jacket” the end
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meiiie · 5 months
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dave lizewski, i’m so into you. (pt. 1)
summary: you say something unexpected about Kick-Ass while discussing with your friends which hero you prefer the most.. Kick-Ass? Or Red Mist? little did Dave know or so you thought, you knew it was him all along..
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a/n: uhh this is just a silly little imagine.. no one is probably going to see this post anyway but i’m new to this so this isn’t really the best thing i wrote, i hope u still enjoy reading this LOL i’ve also added my OC named Melilah who will be your best friend in this, um slight nsfw mention near the end but no actual action, thats it i think! yeah that’s it, happy reading :)
(pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader) link to pt. 2
word count: 1.5k
It was a normal day, going to school, attending your classes, eating lunch, procrastinating your school works, submitting homework… attending more classes… rinse and repeat. But today was not what you expected, like.. at all.
ring ring… ring ring… you pick up your ringing phone while walking down the street, on your way to the convenience store.
“hello.?” your voice turns out more tired and groggier than you expected “hey when are you getting home sweetie? the food is getting cold and its already almost 6:30 pm, where are you?” your mom says with a worried voice, you could already imagine her face by just hearing her voice
this week has probably been one of the most stressful weeks of your entire life, class has been giving more school works, more due dates, you probably see your life flashing before your eyes right now “um yeah i’m on the way home already, don’t worry mom!” you say attempting to make your voice sound enthusiastic “well you better not be hanging out with that pretty boy.. actually maybe you should invite him for dinne-”
“mom— i—“ you cut her off but then you sigh giving up to even explain. “…he’s just a friend i swear..”
this supposedly ‘pretty boy’ your mom is referring to is Dave Lizewski, this guy in your class who you were paired up to work on a major project so he’s been at your house a few times already. surprisingly you get along with him really well? you’ve even become a part of his friend group including your best friend Melilah. She always points out the fact he always stares at you whenever you all hang out in Atomic Comics and during classes, but you’ve never really thought about him that way, or maybe you were considering it?
while walking down the road the street lights flicker a bit and you see someone trying to hanging onto the ledge of a billboard of some sort. you hear the figure shout at the cat sitting, waiting for him to fall “FUCK YOU MR BITEY!” his voice echoes, but wait.. why does his voice sound so familiar…? “okay okay okay, but call me and update me on where you are okay? be here quick, i love you!” your mom says- *THUD* you quickly look at the direction where the person, you assume, fell “UH yeah i’ll call you! i love you mom, BYE!” you say hastily, almost whispering.
beeeep.. beeeep.. you hang up the phone call, quickly putting your phone back in your messenger bag and hide behind a car. you spot a green figure, uh, “what in the world is that…” you think to yourself. the figure is wearing a weird.. cosplay suit.. it’s almost as if he looks like a green condo-
your thoughts are interrupted as he storms off looking frustrated, most probably because of the cat he couldn’t save.. he walks hurriedly into the dark alley. for some what reason you felt a little curious, just a little bit. so you go and follow the ‘super hero’, “this is so stupid.. someone remind me why I’m doing this to myself?” you whisper to yourself as you hide behind a pole, (you think this helps you stay hidden but you should’ve seen dave’s face when he saw you) trying to get a peek at the stranger. he takes off his mask angrily, you watch his curls fall into place, there are some scratches on his face from the fall, “damn why does he look so fine” you say in your thoughts and then you realize.
those are the blue eyes you see everyday in school, THAT’S DAVE LIZEWSKI. you silently gasp covering your face. his eyes dart at your direction, he shudders at the sound of your noise then next thing you know you start running away like a cockroach flew at your direction “WAIT!” he shouts, good thing you ran quick enough so he probably didn’t see your face, key word: probably.. actually there was no reason to be running from him at all- but you just felt like it..? considering you’re still in your denial stage about your feelings for him, who wouldn’t? you open the door to your house and get in as fast as you could just in case he followed you. the tv is bright and the news displays the text in bold ‘SUPERHERO KICKASS SAVES THE DAY’ you stare at the tv in shock because that’s… how… he’s Dave..?
your mom pops out of the kitchen “hey your back home! i thought you were going to call me to update me where you were..- oh yeah that superhero… what’s his name? Kickass? apparently he stopped a bunch of guys yesterday who were trying to beat up another guy that was in front of a convenience store and a bunch of people saw it then recorded blah blah blah you get it” you just stare at the tv in shock. “hello…? earth to y/n?”
it’s been almost 2 days, you’ve been avoiding Dave, trying not to make eye contact with him, passing by him in the halls, not even acknowledging his presence, even avoiding the hangouts to Atomic Comics, despite the fact you still have to do a major project with him. you open your locker getting books out of your locker, “hey have you heard about those two new superheros? Kickass? and Red Mist?” Melilah questions and your eyes widen at the question, only being reminded of Dave “yeah- well- i think its kinda dangerous doing that you know? being a um.. a superhero? why are people even so into them nowadays?” you say hesitatingly “ugh you are such a buzz kill, anyways Todd and Marty invited us to hangout… in Atomic Comics…” she looks like she’s about to ask a question, but she hesitates “go on.. continue” you gesture her to reply “why are you like.. i don’t know avoiding Dave? we’ve all kind of noticed that you know and the tension is killing all of us..”
you close the locker door and bring her to an empty classroom, you say “okay i know this sounds a bit crazy but DAVE IS KICKASS.” she “pffts” at your statement then turns to look at your face again, “oh.. your being serious” she says “YES I’M BEING SERIOUS?? i was on my way to the convenience store right and Kickass or Dave- i don’t know anymore was trying to save this cat then falls from this thing- anyways he walked in the alleyway so i was like ok i’ll just follow him! what could possibly happen!? then he took off his MASK SO THEN I RAN AWAY AND HE WAS LIKE ‘wait!🤪’ BUT I KEPT ON-” Melilah tries to comprehend everything, slowly nodding… slowly.. she whispers loudly “OKAY KEEP IT DOWN SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU, okay so are you SURE this was Dave?” still whispering
“a HUNDRED percent.” you say trying to defend that you weren’t just seeing things
she sighs “well what are we going to do? I already told them we were going to be there..”
“you said WHAT?”
“okay okay chill they didn’t say Dave was coming, they obviously noticed how awkward it was with you guys so why would they invite him right haha.. haha…..” she laughs nervously
after both of you gather your thoughts you find yourself already settling down in a booth, in Atomic Comics, contemplating your life decisions. fidgeting nervously already imagining what’s going to happen. hoping not to see him. Melilah comes back after gathering a bunch of comic books to read while waiting for them to arrive. “hey stop fidgeting your going to be fine, plus he doesn’t know you know. right…?” you both just stare at each other. you both start praying in unison—“lord give us the strength to-“
“give you guys the strength for what?” Todd interrupts, you look behind him frantically to check whether Dave was there or not. to your surprise, he wasn’t. does he know? did he see my face when i ran? what if he doesn’t like me anymore? wait. why did that even matter? Todd and Marty took a seat beside Melilah leaving you alone sitting at the other side of the booth, obviously planning something.. “guys what do you think of Kickass?” Melilah asks, you kick her leg from under the table making a face screaming WHYAREYOUBRINGINGHIMUP. in fairness the both of you didn’t know whether Todd and Marty knew about it too, you shoot a glance at her giving a ohhhhiunderstandnow look to what she’s doing (spoiler alert: you've got the wrong idea, she was in fact not helping you) “i think he’s fine i guess, to be honest Red Mist is way cooler though because of his cape and all..” Marty says with Todd nodding his head to show that he agrees
“well- for one i think Kickass is wayy cuter, i’d fuck his brains out if i got the chance.” you say out of your thoughts completely regretting saying the said statement- “Really?” Dave says out of nowhere observing the conversation from behind your booth, making you jolt “y/n that just came out of nowhere what in the world.” Melilah says right after staring at you for a few seconds while Dave is making eye contact with you, smirking like he knows something. the conversation falls quiet.. real quiet… “okay wrap it up you two.” Todd interrupts, i wonder what happens next?
a/n: and the rest is history, I hope this was good enough lolol hope you enjoyed reading! (pt. 2 coming soon)
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unabashedcandymaker · 6 months
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Uncertain 01
Summary: When you find yourself unexpectedly pregnant, your future with your partners starts to feel uncertain.
Natasha x Reader x Bucky
Warnings: Uh, idk, lots of pregnancy talk, lots of doubt, lots of sexy times. It’s shameless, but it is what it is.
Words: 3.9k
Uncertain Masterlist
“Okay, you can do this,” you try to talk yourself up as you stare at your reflection in the mirror of the guest bathroom. “You can do this! They love you! They won’t…It’s not …” you take in a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s not that bad. It’s not that bad. Stop being a coward! Stop. Being. A. Cow-” You were cut off by the urge to throw up, yet again, and dove for the toilet. 
When you’re sure you're finished, you rinse your mouth out for good measure and chance another glance up to yourself. 
Now or never.
Nat and Buck, you’re partners, loves of your life, the most caring and loving people you’ve ever known, they’ll be up by now, probably waiting for you in the kitchen. Both had just come back the night before, back early from being gone all week. Both still blissfully unaware that you were about to turn their lives upside down.
“Okay, champ. Let’s get this over with.”
You clutched one of the dozen white plastic sticks lined up on the sink and made your way out of the bathroom.
Natasha was the first one to greet you as you crossed the threshold into the kitchen. “Good morning sweet girl! Are you feeling ok?” She stood from her seat at the bar, kissing you on the cheek as soon as you were within reach. “We were worried that you weren’t in bed when we woke up this morning.”
Bucky didn’t say much, but you could see the worried furrow of his brow above his coffee mug as he took a long sip.
“I’m good. But, uh, maybe you two should sit down. There’s something I need to say…” you said as you took half a step back and gestured to the couch in the living room. “Please.”
Sharing a quick look, so quick you’d almost missed it, they moved quietly, taking a seat beside each other on the plush couch. You start pacing, keeping yourself separated from them with the coffee table, pacing a line back and forth in the small room. Every several steps, you pause, giving them a meaningful look, even opening your mouth to force the words out, but you can’t. The stick still clutched in your hand still goes unnoticed by the other two.
“Are you breaking up with us?” Nat teases, a smirk ghosting across her lips.
Bucky whips his head towards the red head, then back to you, eyes wide and his whole body tensing. 
“Is that it? Do you want to break up?” He asks quietly.
“Fuck. No, of course not. But it’s serious! I’m…shit…well, I’m…” you sigh heavily. “I’m pregnant.” With a huff, you hold out the pregnancy test you’d been white knuckling.
Natasha is on her feet first, leaping gracefully over the coffee table and prying the stick out of your hand with ease.
“You’re sure? This is, this is for real?” She whispers as she examines it for herself. Bucky, who moved so fast, you didn’t process his movements at all, appearing as if out of thin air, is pressed behind Nat, his head nearly resting on her shoulder as his eyes are glued to the little pink plus sign on the test.
“As real as the other dozen I left lying on the sink in the guest bathroom,” you assure them both.
It’s silent. It’s silent for way too long. So long that your skin feels like it's going to crawl right off your body if someone doesn’t say something soon.
And you can’t wait for them anymore.
“Listen, I don’t know how this happened. We’ve always been so careful. I’ve stayed diligent on my birth control, even though we assumed you both were…sterile…and I swear there’s been nobody else…”
“Stop it,” Nat whispers, tears brimming in her jewel green eyes. “Nobody thought…no…nobody thought you’d…” she shudders for a moment before regaining her composure. “We know better than that. Right Buck?”
She looks back at him only to see a blank expression on his face. He’s not looking at her. He’s not looking at you. He’s not even looking at the test anymore, his gaze locked somewhere just beyond, on the carpet beneath his feet.
“Buck?” you whisper, taking a step forward to reach out to him, but he steps back, flinching involuntarily at your outstretched hand.
Your hand immediately falls to your side and it feels like your stomach has turned to lead.
“Bucky…” Natasha admonishes quietly, which pulls him out of whatever trance he’d been in.
His eyes go wide, almost fearful, and then just as fast, they go soft, and then he looks guilty.
“No…I…” he croaks, but shakes his head, as if he can shake off what looks to be an impending panic attack.
“Bucky, this doesn’t have to be anything,” you offer, voice barely a whisper. “We don’t have to let this be anything. I could, I don’t know, I could just…”
“I’m sorry,” he says as he skirts around you and Natasha, so graceful despite his upset. You barely hear the door click over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears as he closes it behind him.
He left. 
Fuck. 
Oh god, he left. He’s upset. You’ve upset him. You broke him. He’s never going to forgive you for this. You should have known better. Oh god, why did you have to tell them? Wouldn’t it have been so much easier to have taken care of this problem on your own? You shouldn’t have told him. He’s mad. And he should be. You’ve done this to them. You’ve done this to them both.
Natasha has your face in her hands, gently cooing, but you can’t understand what she’s saying.
“...hey, stop it, you did nothing wrong…” her gentle voice breaking through the ringing in your ears.
“Tash…I…” you barely manage to croak out.
“No! You’ve not done anything wrong. These things happen,” she assures you, kissing you gently on the forehead. 
You must have been thinking your thoughts out loud.
“But…Bucky?”
“He’s fine. He’s gonna be fine. He’s just…he just needs a little time.”
You aren’t convinced. 
He was so upset. 
“What about you, sweet girl? How are you? How do you feel? How long have you been sitting with this on your own?” She asks.
“Just, uhm,” a long breath shudders in and out of your chest. “Just today for s-sure, but, uh, it’s had to have been a few days I think. I don’t r-really know.
Your noncommittal shrug must give you away which earns you a pointed glare.
“Maybe a week,” You answer.
She nods. “The whole time we’ve been gone?”
“I didn’t buy the tests until this morning. I wasn’t brave enough on my own.”
“Listen to me, no decisions need to be made right now, right? Just give it a few days, let everyone process. You still need time to process.”
“He’s so upset. I’ve upset him.” you whisper, your hands coming up to hold her wrists.
“No, you’ve not. He’s not upset. At least not with you. This was just…a surprise. A wonderful surprise, but a surprise no less.”
You hadn’t realized you were crying until her thumb swiped a tear from your cheek.
“What do you say we get you in the shower, my love? That might help you feel a little better.” She suggests.
“Yeah, ok, I guess that does sound nice.” You agree, nodding your head slowly. 
When she lets go of your face, you hold one hand close, bringing your lips to her palm, kissing it. She smiles so beautifully, then disappears into the bathroom.
She’s only gone for a minute, then she’s in front of you again, helping you undress, just like any other time. You stay quiet, barely sniffling anymore as she strips you, then watch as she bares herself to you. She takes your hand and gently leads you into the shower that is now running hot, the steam billowing up around you.
“I’m sorry,” you finally break the silence.
“Hmm?”
“What if he doesn’t come back? What if I’ve ruined e-everyth-thing?” You admit your fear, screwing your eyes shut as more tears stream down your cheeks. 
“No.” She says sternly as she pulls you into her body, your face nuzzled in her neck as she strokes your hair. “You should never be sorry for this. This is a beautiful thing that’s happened, don’t you see that?”
“But what about Buck?”
“He’s scared. But he will come around. He always does, doesn’t he? He just needs a little more time. He’ll be in this with us, 100%.”
“But what if he doesn’t?”
“But what if he does? Sweet girl, just take a minute to breathe. He’s going to come back through that door, just like he always does. He just needs a little space to process.”
Natasha has always been perfect like that. Always knew exactly what to say. She always knew exactly what to do. You think that’s what made your time together so special, when it’s just you and her. She knows you. Truly and completely. 
You live for moments like this with her. Her hands soothing down your back and up into your hair, her steady fingers massaging your scalp so perfectly. She knows how to touch you, where to touch you, when to touch you. Everything with Nat is always perfect.
It must be the same when it’s just her and Bucky, you assume. There’s no doubt that she devotes the same attention and care to both her partners. She always has this magical way of making every moment, every interaction, so unique and exquisite…like you, and only you, get to see this tiny sliver of herself that she saves for you, and only you. It is always in these moments where she is so soft and delicate. And you cherish it. And her.
She washes your hair first, not letting you lift a single finger to help or return the favor. Then, she grabs the special body wash, the one she’d specially ordered from France as an anniversary gift. She uses only her hands, bringing the soap to a rich lather, then starts with your shoulders, down your arms, across your back, and then lingers around your belly.
It’s not like there’s anything there yet, no noticeable change in any way whatsoever, but she slows her movements, lingering just below your navel, where the small cluster of cells that is to be your baby are supposed to be. Her fingers linger there, tracing delicate patterns on your skin. Her touch is so warm and so soft, so distracting that you barely notice she has dropped to her knees in front of you.
“Tash…” you moan.
Then she’s kissing you, from your belly button, and down to your mound. Your release is so close, so alarmingly close, as her tongue dips to your slit and prods teasingly. Her hair is wet and silky slick as your fingers tangle in it.
“F-fuck, baby, I’m gonna-” you choke out as you are throttling closer and closer to your climax.
“That’s it, my love, come for me,” she coaxes, bringing your knee up to prop over her shoulder, opening you up wider for her exploring mouth.
Her fingers part your folds and then she slips two inside you, pushing all the air out of your lungs. She barely has a chance to curl them as she sucks your clit into her mouth, causing your release to crash over you. Waves and waves of white hot bliss thrum throughout your entire body.
She doesn’t let up until you’ve stopped shaking.
Her lips make their way back up your body, not leaving a single inch untouched. When they find yours, you moan as you taste yourself on her. She moves slow, unhurried, gently guiding you back under the stream of water, rinsing off the rest of the bubbles from your body.
“You taste different.” She purrs as she rests her forehead against yours.
You try to touch her too, to let your hands roam down the curves of her body, but she tuts as she brings them back to wrap around her shoulders.
“Please, Tash, I wanna feel you,” you beg.
She moans, your words affecting her just like they always have.
“Yeah, but not here. Let me get you dry and in bed, then I’ll let you do whatever your sweetest little heart desires.”
In a whirlwind of movement, you’re both out of the shower, mostly dry, and tangled up in one another, rolling around on top of your shared, unmade bed. Your hands can’t get enough as they grasp and caress every inch of her flaming hot skin. You dig into her curves, greedily exploring her body as if it were your first time all over again.
But, before you can get between her legs, she’s got you on your back, your hands pinned under hers beside your head, and one thigh slotted between yours. She meets you with a fiery gaze that has you reluctant to even breathe.
“I love you. You and Bucky, you’re my heart. And I need you to know, whatever happens, I’m with you. Always. If it were up to me, which I know it’s not, but if it were, there’s no question…I’d keep this baby.
“I never dreamt I could ever have any of my own. That part of me was taken away so long ago, and I try not to dwell on it, trying to never let myself linger over what was denied me…before I met you. The very first time I ever laid eyes on you, I knew you were it. I could see a future with you…with us, all of us. I saw a family. Not in the traditional sense, but it still would have been so good, because it would have been ours.
“I want this with you. And I have a feeling that deep down, Bucky will too.”
Aaaaand you’re crying. 
Your previous attempt at a sexual conquest is forgotten as you cling to her. She settles down beside you, pulling you close, tucking you under her chin. The blankets are brought up and cocooned around the both of you as she holds you just as tight as you are holding on to her.
There’s a dip in the mattress behind you and another warm body is pressing against your back.
Bucky. 
He smells of sweat as he nuzzles his head into your shoulder, his nose grazing along the length of your neck before settling into the curve.
One of Natsha’s hands move from your middle and up into Bucky’s hair, carding her fingers through his dampened locks.
“M’ sorry,” he mumbles into your skin, drawing in a shuddering breath. “Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. I know I’m a moron. I shouldn’t have left you…shouldn’t have froze…I was…I was so fuckin’ scared…still am…I’m gonna fuck this all up, I know it…I’m not gonna be good at this…not at all…but I need you to know, if this is what you want, I want it too.”
You sob as you struggle to roll over, Nat having a good chuckle as she helps you untangle from blanket so you can reach Bucky. She ends up curled around your back as Bucky shimmies his large body down the bed and nuzzles into your bare chest.
Being settled between your two loves, warm and content and safe, you let your emotional exhaustion take over, pulling you into a dreamless sleep.
There’s no way to tell how much time has passed, but when you open your eyes, the golden light of the sun setting outside your window tells you you’ve slept the entire day away. Your body feels heavy and languid, but blissfully satisfied. Sleepily, you reach an arm out to your side only to find that side empty and cool. Your brows furrow, reaching out for the other, finding it warmer, but equally as empty.
There’s rustling around your knees, and as you continue to wake up, you note a heavy pressure between your thighs, and then warm, wet heat scalding you almost from the inside out. With a great amount of effort, you pry your eyes open to see a large mass under the blankets near the bottom of your bed.
“Sh-shit,” you moan as you feel a thick tongue push through your folds.
“Different, right?” Natasha’s muffled voice comes from under the blanket.
Bucky hums in agreement and you can feel it vibrate all the way up your spine, earning another wanton moan to spill from your lips. Hands on your thighs, one warm and calloused, another smooth and cool, is spreading you wide open. Another swipe of his tongue has your back arching off the bed, your hands scrambling to rip off the blanket, reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair.
Natasha crawls up beside you, her fingers caressing the swell of your breast, trailing down over the hardened nipple before pinching it.
“Does Bucky’s mouth feel nice, sweet girl?” She coos in your ear, her lips ghost over your sensitive skin, before she takes your lobe between her teeth.
Your thighs clench and Bucky moans as he spreads them back wide. He released one knee just to bring his fingers to your soaked entrance, teasing one finger inside, and then two. And that’s all it takes to send you careening off the cliff and into your release just as quick as the first time.
“What a sweet girl,” Nat beams proudly, still thumbing one nipple, and then moves to the other.
Bucky is climbing up your body, his scruff tickling all along the way as he places sloppy kisses all over your belly and chest, until he reaches your neck. His mouth is hungry and demanding against the sensitive flesh of your throat, threatening to suck a mark there. His cock is hard as it bobs just above your mound.
With weak hands, you push at his chest, and he automatically falls back on his heels, looking only a little concerned that he might have hurt you. You whip your head to Nat and pull her face to yours, searing her lips with a scorching kiss.
“What do you want, my love?” she asks, your teeth clashing with hers.
“Mmmm, wanna see you ride Bucky’s cock.”
It’s rare you ever take the reins in the bedroom with these two natural dominants, but oh god, for you, and only for you, they’d do anything you asked of them. They might as well have been putty in your hands, the way they bend to your will at any given moment.
Bucky takes your hands that you hold out towards him and pulls you up, pulling you against his chest and plants a kiss to your lips, then lets you push him onto his back where you’d been laying. You straddle his thighs, pulling Natasha with you, her back to your front, and you guide her down onto the thick head of Bucky’s cock. With one hand around her waist, you can feel her breath hitch, just like every single other time either of you try to take his thick length even with proper preparation. But she manages beautifully, just like always.
Your other hand trails down between her legs until you can feel where both of your loves meet each other.
“Tell me, baby, how does he feel?” You whisper in her ear, holding her tight as you roll your hips, then up, then back down, pulling her along with you, until she is settled down on his entire length again.
Bucky’s hands are on her waist, helping her follow your movements. Your fingers dance along her folds until they swipe across her clit, earning a heady moan, her head falling back onto your shoulder.
“How does it feel to have him so deep, baby?” you ask her. She can only shake her head as moans spill from her mouth. “Will you come for me? Both of you? Will you come like this?”
Your voice is soft, and oh so sweet, exactly the way that makes them melt in the palm of your hand.
You roll your hips, again and again, fingers flicking over her clit in time with your movements, speeding up their speed as you start bouncing faster and faster. Bucky has a white knuckle grip on Nat’s hip, looking terribly pained as his back is starting to arch up off the bed ever so slightly. He’s so close, you can see it in the screwed up expression on his face, and you can almost hear his silent prayer for Nat to finish before he does.
You pinch her clit between your fingers and slam your hips down with hers maybe a little too harsh, but it does the trick. Tasha is screaming her release as Bucky groans his own as well.
Holding her shaking body against your own feels as if you also came again.
You ease your fingers from her, moving slowly to bring her down easily. Bucky helps by guiding her up and off his length, his cock falling out of her with a slick ‘pop’. You try to lean to the side, guiding her to lay down with you, but she's too fast. You’ll never know how she moves the way she does, but somehow she has managed to switch places with you, rolling you to the middle as your head hits the pillow, secure between both their bodies.
And it’s nice, feeling them on either side of you. It feels safe. And warm…maybe a little too warm if you were honest, but it was comforting nonetheless.
Arms and legs and hair are all tangled into one large mess as the three of you lay together, not a stitch of clothing between you. The quiet that settles is comfortable, and for a moment, you forget about everything else that happened earlier today.
“Are you ok?” She asks you as she burrows into your sweat damp hair.
“Hmm? Oh. Yeah. I think so. What about you?”
“Mmm, perfect,” she answers.
“And you, Buck? Are you ok? I know what you said, but you don’t have to be. If this isn’t the right time, then it’s not the right time.”
Natasha freezes on your other side, but doesn’t say anything.
“Nah, I’m good. Really. Steve knocked some sense into me,” he chuckles, also snuggling into the mattress and you to get more comfortable.
“You mean he kicked your ass for being so stupid,” Nat grumbles, nuzzling deeper into your hair.
“Hey now, he wasn't stupid,” you admonish weakly. “It’s a big deal. This is a potential whole ass brand new human being we are talking about.”
“Nah, she’s right, I was being stupid. I mean, yeah, I’m scared. I’m more terrified of this than I have been about anything else in my entire life. I don’t know how to be a father…I’m barely a good partner, but…” he takes a deep breath and smiles as he releases it. “But as long as I have the both of you, I know everything will be ok.”
“Like I would ever let you fuck this up,” Nat quips, words still muffled as she softly kisses the soft spot under your ear..
You giggle as Bucky blindly swats at Natasha, earning a slap in return. Which quickly escalates to the two of them flailing at each other over your body, hitting each other in a playful manner while you can only lay there and laugh between them.
“By the way,” Bucky adds as everyone calms down again, “Steve says congrats. And that he’ll be exceptionally upset if we don’t name it after him.”
“Oh my god,” Nat groans, earning another peal of laughter from you.
And at least for this moment, your future doesn’t seem as uncertain as before.
Chapter 2
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birchleavesdawn · 8 months
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To the Rescue - Mimi
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It was finally friday again. After an exceptionally long week you we're ready to get home and relax. A quick train ride later you find yourself back in your apartment. Before long you've stripped down to nothing, a shower seems like it would do the trick. You head to the bathroom. As the warm water flows down your body your mind wanders. You can't help thinking about that new intern at work. The most beautiful caramel skin you've ever seen, the toned ass that she just loved showing off in those leggings. You could tell she worked hard to look good. The thought of her soft curves makes your cock twitch. You sigh quietly. You grab your shower head and start soaping your body.
Just then, there is a knock at the door.
You quickly rinse the soap off your body. Who could that be?
"Coming!"
You turn off the shower and quickly dry your body with a towel. You wrap it around your waist and open the door.
It's the new intern.
"You left your phone at work, and since your phone was with me, we didn't know how else to reach you. They asked me to return it to you."
She hands you your phone.
"Thanks!"
You say, blushing.
She smiles back at you.
"You're welcome! Anyway, see ya later!"
She turns and starts to walk away.
"Hey!"
You shout at her, surprising yourself.
She turns back to you.
"Do you want to...maybe...come inside for a bit?"
"Yeah, sure why not. I got here much faster than I thought I would. They aren't expecting me back for a while."
She says, her eyes locked on yours. "Besides, I've been wanting to get to know you better."
You turn and walk inside your apartment. She closes the door behind her. She looks around the apartment for a minute.
"This place is really nice."
"Thanks! I guess it is." You look around at the mostly empty apartment. You know she's just being nice. You haven't even bothered to completely unpack yet.
"Do you want a drink or something?"
Sure just a glass of water would be fine.
You smile at her. She's still wearing those leggings, showing off that toned ass of hers. You're carefully trying to steal a peek without getting noticed.
You turn and head to the sink. You aren't sure why, but you can feel the flush of your cheeks.
"Nice towel."
She says.
"Sorry?"
"That towel looks good on you, mister." She says, stepping up close to you.
You can feel the heat now radiating from your cheeks. You're sure at this distance, she can feel it too.
"But I bet you would look even better without it."
She whispers, close enough that her breath brushes your lips.
You swallow, a lump forming in your throat. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest.
She slips the towel off your hips, and your cock bounces out in front of you.
"You know I'm not stupid, I can see the way you've been looking at me all week. And quite frankly, the towel wasn't doing a very good job of hiding anything either."
She winks at you, biting her lip as she takes your cock in her hand. She looks down at it.
"Wow, that is a big one."
You chuckle nervously.
She starts stroking your cock, slowly moving her hand up and down.
"Fuck..."
You whisper under your breath. She looks at you and grins.
"What's the matter? Does that feel good?"
She asks.
You can only nod. 
"Mommy needs you to use your words, or Mommy walks out that door."
Her tone changes, becoming more demanding.
"Fuck yes! It feels so good!" You exclaim between moans.
"Good boy. Now, tell me. How long have you been thinking about me?"
"A-all week! Ever since we met! The second you walked in the door I was so hard for you!"
"My poor baby. What do you need? Tell Mommy. Do you want to fuck me?"
"God, yes!"
"You want to fuck me, baby?"
"Yes mommy! Please, fuck me!"
You say, unable to control yourself anymore.
She pushes you to your knees. You look up at her, your mouth watering as you watch her slowly slide her leggings off.
"Well?"
She asks, standing over you in only a pair of black lace panties.
"I-I-"
You stutter.
"Come on, use your words."
She smirks.
"Can I...please taste Mommy?"
You ask, looking up at her. She steps back slightly, pulling down her panties. Your cock twitches as you see her smooth mound, her glistening slit. She lowers her body to your waiting tongue. You wrap your arms around her legs, holding her tight against you. You push your tongue into her. She's dripping wet, and you can smell her desire.
You lick up her slit, sucking her clit into your mouth.
"Ooh fuck!"
She grabs onto your head and starts humping your face, sliding her pussy over your tongue.
You hold onto her thighs, not letting go as you feel her start to cum. Her thighs tighten around your face and she rides her orgasm. She slides off your face, leaving you with a slick mess covering your chin and neck. You wipe her juices off your face and look up at her.
"Good boy."
She says, smiling at you.
"Now lie down for Mommy"
She kneels down next to you, stroking your cock as she kisses you.
"I need to feel you inside me. Please, give me your cock."
She moans.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Now fuck me."
She climbs on top of you, straddling you with her knees on either side of your hips. She leans forward and grabs your cock, guiding it to her entrance. You watch as she slowly slides down onto your cock, inch by inch.
"God, you're so fucking big!"
"Fuck!"
You grab onto her hips. You feel her pussy stretching to accommodate you. You slide your hand up her side, feeling the soft skin of her breasts.
"Please..."
She whispers.
"What do you need Mommy?"
You ask, taking her nipple in your mouth.
"I want your fingers on my clit."
She gasps as your tongue swirls around her nipple.
"Is that all?"
I need you to make me cum, baby."
She moans, biting her lip.
"Your wish is my command."
You lift her up off your cock, flipping her onto her back and lifting her legs up onto your shoulders. You plunge into her, hearing her gasp as your cock slides into her. You start fucking her deep and hard, hearing her moan your name.
"Oh fuck!"
She screams as you keep pounding into her.
"Oh, you like that, baby? Like having your cock in Mommy?"
"Yes Mommy I love it!!"
She gasps, wrapping her legs around your waist. She pulls you in, forcing you to drive deeper.
"So good!" She's becoming a whimpering mess.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna-"
She reaches down, taking hold of your ass and forcing you deeper inside of her. You feel your cock twitch, and you know it's only a matter of seconds before you start to cum.
"Yes! Fuck, yes!"
She cries out.
"Mommy's going to cum, Mommy's going to-"
You grunt as you explode inside of her, cum flooding her pussy.
Her thighs are quivering around you.
"Oh my god!" She cries.
"So much!"
 You pull out of her, your cock glistening cock with a mix of your juices.
You feel a warm tongue slide along your cock, licking up the juices. You look down and see her licking the mess off your cock. She slides it into her mouth, sucking you off.
"Fuck, you're amazing!"
You whisper.
"I know."
She smirks, finishing cleaning you off. She lies down next to you, resting her head on your shoulder.
"That was fucking amazing."
She says, stroking your chest with her fingers.
"Yeah. It was."
You smile, leaning in and kissing her softly.
"I think we need to do this again sometime."
"Well if you ever want to see me, just *forget* your phone at work. I'll bring it right over"
She winks at you.
"I'll keep that in mind."
She lies her head down on your chest and falls asleep. 
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A Suguru Geto X reader fanfiction
You were tired of your boring life so you decided to call the night your own and go to a nightclub, you see your former classmate/ crush there and try to make contact wit him but you've had a nagging feeling in your gut all evening and soon realize something about Suguru is a little off.
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It’s the weekend, you finally get off a long work week eager to get back into the social scene and branch out, the clubs in the area were always booming, you didn’t get many chances to get out of the house for a night out on the town but had firmly decided that tonight was the night, you deserved it after all for putting in so many long hours behind your computer at the office typing away while neglecting your own social needs. Free from all responsibilities of most average people your age, no partner, no children, no one to come home to, no family, you truly were free to do as you pleased and decided now was the time to start living instead of just letting yourself waste away in the confines of an office cubicle every day.
Excitement was radiating through you as you got closer to home, all the outfit ideas flooding your head, an extensive wardrobe of things you never get to wear coming to mind, spending the whole train ride home playing dress up in a mental walk in closet. You were beaming outwardly but had a really odd feeling in your gut accompanying the excitement, you chalked it up to it just being nerves and anticipation for the night ahead.
Nearly kicking the door off its hinges to the apartment you rented in a small quiet complex closer to the rural side of town, you set your things down with a heavy careless thud, removed your shoes and headed straight for the shower. “Oh thank fuck.” you uttered to yourself with a breathy sigh as you stripped all of your office clothes from your person and threw them haphazardly to the bathroom floor wasting no time stepping directly into the warm shower that was awaiting you, the water felt like the warm embrace of a lover after being separated for what felt like decades. Long showers were like a ritual practice on Friday afternoons after an extensive work week that was both mentally and physically draining.
Steam coating the big glass shower door thickly, you drag your finger along the slick surface drawing a smiley face in the condensation, the shower doodle matching your sunny mood as you wash your hair. An aroma of coconut vanilla fills the moisture dense air, you leave your conditioner coating your thick hair while you tend to the rest of your personal care routine, leaving the conditioner to rest for a moment in hopes that when you rinse it out with cold water your hair will be moisturized, lucious, and full of life. It was time to exfoliate, soap yourself up and wash yourself down with cool water, you didn't end up taking very long in the shower due to your own excitement. 
The knob turned cutting off the water with quick ease as you jump out of the shower so swift and eager you nearly miss the bath mat sliding across the bathroom floor on the heel of your dominant foot, the only thing stopping you and pulling you to stability being your towel hanging neatly on the rack nearest to the shower and your other foot not so gracefully slapping down to the ground like the flipper of a fish out of water to catch your balance. “Oh Shit!!” a fully emphasized expletive leaves your lips as the whole scene unfolds, you truly felt your life flash before your eyes in that moment like a scene out of a cheesy movie, you envisioned how it would all end with you butt naked, slamming your head against the open shower door only to firmly full body slap against the tile floor like a whale coming to land beaching itself but sadly it was you, half dead, naked, on a bathroom floor, no dignity, just waiting for some poor soul to accidentally find you in the aftermath. Only you would be so dramatic as to jump to that image in conclusion.
A heavy sigh of relief escaping you, it was time to actually get to drying off and getting ready for the night. Towel wrapped around you covering you from chest to just at your knee cap you approach the vanity, picking up the makeup that was laid out meticulously and applying it all steadily. A gorgeous cat eye liner adoring each of your eyes, accompanied with a deep smokey eye, neatly done brows, black mascara, and your absolute favorite lipstick to match, this was a heavier look than you would ever find appropriate to wear for any other event or every day but the special occasions like tonight you were able to break out a bit and shake things up were always a welcome change of pace. Self expression is a vital part of you that has been neglected due to having to cater to a world that hates individuality, you felt like a rainbow being looked at through a blindfold quite often but it's not something you had much control of since life responsibilities always unfortunately had to come before personal ones.
“It's been a while since I've seen this side of my wardrobe hasn't it? hope everything still fits.” you uttered to yourself quietly as you opened the walk in closet door attached to your bathroom and headed for the right side of the closet that was decorated with all of your nice clothes, some in garment bags for safe keeping, other pieces of your wardrobe neatly displayed on hangers or folded on the shelf that sat just below everything that was hung up. An eager hand flicking through hangers like the pages of a thick encyclopedia you think you found exactly what you had envisioned on the train. It was time to get dressed and see the finished product. A short, long sleeve, mid thigh length, black dress with high slits that rode up to just above your hips, lace straps holding the skirt together in a crisscross pattern up your thigh to the end of the high cuts, accompanied by black wide holed fishnets, large black platform high heeled boots, and a small clutch purse with silver metal accents. Two thin pigtails from either side of your head rested on a cascade of the rest of your hair that was left freely to drape across your shoulders, all tied together with a three tier stacked silver necklace and other small accents of silver jewelry decorating your body.
“Exactly as I envisioned it, it's perfect.” you praised yourself in the full body mirror that rested against the back wall of the room, satisfied with your work you turned and strutted in a catwalk like fashion, you were really feeling yourself tonight, maybe you'd get lucky, could this be the night you meet someone? After all you looked hot, who wouldn't notice you and be pulled by their primal desires to take you home with them and maybe get a little spicy? This was an exciting thought that had you blushing.
Grabbing your phone off the bathroom counter as you made your way out to your living room you notice your phone battery was only 46% as you checked the time, you were too eager to get out there to even stop and think to plug it in for even a half hour, your phone slipping right into your purse as you go right for the door “phone, keys, wallet, am I forgetting anything?’ verbally running down a mental list as you paused with your hand gripping the handle to the front door, completely neglecting to remind yourself to grab a phone charger and not even thinking twice about your slowly but surely dying phone that road passenger princess in your bag.
Turning the doorknob, hearing a light click as the latch retracted, opening the door, evening light from the setting sun kissed your skin goodnight as it started to set, giving way to the night and boy it was young and beautiful just like you were. From your front apartment stoop you looked around the surrounding area deciding which direction to go, there were two options, a bar to the left and a night club to the right, just as you did in your walk in closet you opted to take a right, tonight was already so full of right turns you decided to celebrate the direction, after all with all the physical rights you’ve been choosing how could anything go wrong tonight. Thick clacking from your boots hitting the concrete as you did a runway strut all the way to the nightclub, with visible over confidence you drew the attention of onlookers who ended up only feeding your hungry ego even more. You were not typically the egotistical type, not outwardly at least. But tonight you felt different. You had eyes on you just as you intended, this was the beginning of a new social era for you and you were going to let yourself flaunt it as a treat opposed to your usual demeanor which was mostly made up of you mixing in the crowd, hiding in plain sight and being invisible to onlookers, but you didn't want to continue to be your quiet workaholic good girl self anymore, at least not tonight.
You made your way to a heavy queue of people waiting eagerly to get into the club, everyone slowly being let in one by one. Something in your gut felt off in this moment almost like you were being watched, you were most definitely being watched and adored by onlookers admiring your appearance but this felt quite different this time, it was the same feeling you got when you were headed home on the train but stronger, it had to have been your nerves still right? You shook off the feeling and continued to move slowly with the line as you got up to the door letting security check your ID and look in your purse for any weapons, they let you in and kindly wished you well as you continued your catwalk into the hazy dark of the building, colorful pulsing lights lighting the way in as music started to thump around you.
Scanning the crowd you think you notice a familiar face amongst the sea of people dancing, it's hard to tell since you can only catch a glimpse here and there as light pulses in and out revealing the faces of everyone around you, that couldn’t be him, could it? You catch more measly peeks at a tall, broad shouldered yet slender well built man with long dark hair, the top section of his hair neatly tied in a small bun over top of the rest of his hair that ran down his back and a small piece of bang hair laying off to the left side of his forehead, it had to be him.
“Suguru?...” his name escaped your lips breathily, muttering it to yourself. “I have to get closer,I have to see if it's him.” sights set on him as your objective for the night, you two went to school together, you had the biggest crush on him but was too afraid to confess. This had to have been life granting you a second chance with someone you adore in which you had lost contact with a few years back, you never thought this could possibly happen but chance proved otherwise, was this the heavy gut feeling? Was it him looking at you from afar making you feel off? Was this just your intuition telling you he was gonna be there this whole time? Your feelings for him being dragged back up to the surface, face feeling hot and turning red just as it always did when you were faced with his presence.
Making your way through the crowd, eagerly pushing past and between people in an almost feverish haze just trying to get closer to the man you desired most, especially right now in this moment, victory slowly alluding you as when you would take steps closer it's like he only got further away. This was a frustrating game of cat and mouse that unknowingly to you was only going to get worse as the night went on. Stalking the man through the crowd while trying to play it cool was not how you saw your night going but here you were. He was slowly making his way over to the busy bar area so naturally you migrated toward him, thinking of all the ways you could talk to him and try to rekindle a connection you knew the bar was the perfect place to strike up conversation so long as no one else got in your way or approached him first.
“I’ll have a tequila sunrise?” you pulled your ID out from your clutch bag along with your debit card and set them down neatly on the pine bar top, the bartender swiftly slid them off the countertop in hand as he rushed by with a drink order in one hand and receipt clasped between his lips. He did another pass around the bar before making his way back to you with your ID and debit card in hand after he had already verified this was you in the picture. “Will this be an open tab?” he asked loudly so you could hear over the thump of the loud music as he handed back your ID. “Yes, I’d like to keep the tab open.” you called back just loud enough to be heard “And can I get another one for…” you look over to see that Geto had indeed disappeared out of sight again, well there goes your approach with a drink plan. “Nevermind , just the one.”you said loudly as you scanned the room to figure out where that tall handsome former classmate of yours had made his way off to.
 You were becoming so eager to find him at this point you almost couldn’t even wait for your drink, side eyeing the bartender at work on your order, you were trying not to make it obvious or be rude but you just couldn’t help yourself, you were too locked in on Suguru to even think about waiting even another second on your drink, patience was not with as you stayed standing next to the counter but you had no idea what direction to even take off in to continue your hunt so you remained stuck in place mentally reminding yourself that you should relax, let loose, and continue after you got your drink. You weren’t going to be making much progress finding him anyways if you rushed around like a rabid dog just looking for something to bite, mindless and stupid, just acting on impulse to no avail, that wasn't the way to approach this situation let alone your crush that you haven't seen in a few years, that would be one good way to scare him off and set yourself up for rejection to top it all off.
The bartender rushed by once again leaving your drink in front of you as he spared not a wasted second moving on to complete his next tasks, you pick up your drink holding it up slightly in his direction motioning it as a gesture of thanks, you take large sip as you scan the room to look once more for where Geto may have gone. Bingo! You spotted his tall frame and lucious bouncing hair walking off to the other side of the club where seating and VIP lounges reside. Downing your drink almost as if it were just a measly shot glass full and clinking the glass back down on the bar, you pull your phone from your clutch to check the time and for some reason it wont turn on, “god damn it! I thought I had more battery than that left!” agitated you start aggressively digging through your clutch looking for your charger, realizing it was the only thing you didn't grab. How careless.
The feeling of eyes on you starts to creep up again, looking up from your bag you instinctively look towards Geto’s direction just to see him staring at you from across the club throwing you what almost looked like a cheeky smirk, was he also, chucking? Geto, locking confirmed eye contact with you through this exchange started to turn away from your direction continuing his light chuckling as he slowly began to walk off in yet another direction from where he was, at this point you were convince this man was toying with you, he WANTED you to follow him, so you did as any sensible person would do in this situation, taking off in his direction at a brisk pace you once again try to trail this man through the club to talk to him, at this point it had been clear to you at least in your head that he knew you were there and was drawing you in to come talk to him, he seemed to like the thrill of the chase and so did you, at this point it was game on.
Dodging random club goers, you made your way to the direction you saw the gorgeous man of your affection head off in, the pulsing lights and loud rumble of music once again disorienting you on your search, the alcohol you just sucked down your throat not helping one bit as it started to take its effects. Your brisk pace beginning to slow as you had a harder time keeping balance in your platform high heels, trailing up ramp like walkways and down a small flight of three steps you finally once again see Suguru in the middle of the crowd that was bumping and grinding on the dance floor, he locked eye contact again with a seductive alluring gaze, he smiled at you this time, he turned his head looking towards the back of the club where the lights were dimmer, there were less people and a near pitch black hallway that stretched to a glowing exit sign illuminating from around a corner signifying where the back door was in the dark. He turned his gaze back to you almost as if he was saying to follow him as he gave another cheeky smirk and headed for that direction. Once again you set off to follow him but this time you were close and getting closer to him, you were finally catching up.
Suguru, wearing all black started to sink into the darkness of the hallway, almost fully disappearing from view before even turning the corner. He once again stopped in his tracks to turn and look behind almost as a way to confirm if you were still following or not. You started to get closer to him, the light was getting dimmer, the walls starting to dampen the loud boom of the music and the light of the exit sign making Geto’s face appear clearer to you casting a neon red glow on his features as you made your way inching closer,
The feeling was back, something felt incredibly off again but this time even stronger, you were so close to getting what you wanted but why was this feeling always making you pause in your tracks, your body stilled as if you were paralyzed, you were at best 10 feet from the man of your desires whom you had been hunting down all night but now your body decided to freeze, Why? You look up at Suguru as your body refused to let you gain another inch closer to him, you examined his features as best you could through the dim light with tipsy eyes, you notice something off about his face as well, he had what looked like stitches that ran all the way across his forehead and his eyes almost looked vacant like he was a doll or puppet of some kind, your gut tensed, something was severely off about Geto and you now knew what the gut feelings you were getting all night were, this wasn't the man you remember or the one you had held fondness for and you knew it. Physically him in the flesh but not the same person.
Body still frozen, you feel fear welling up inside you as you desperately wanted to run but couldn't even get your leg muscles to do little more than shake without your own control. “Hello, (y/n), it's been a while since I’ve seen you.” the sound of his voice was eerie and it didn't have the same undertone at all, it was clear now that this definitely wasn't him, this was a trap. He started to take small slow steps toward you as you broke away from your tranced freeze state, you turned to run but it was too late, Suguru Geto had already grabbed you by the wrist and started to pull you towards the bend in the hallway, gently but still strong, you knew the harder you fought the worse it would end for you. He was a very strong man and his grip was nothing to sneeze at. “It's ok Babygirl, no need for a struggle, don't you remember me? I just want to talk with you where it's private.” Geto said as his tug became stronger and his other arm wrapped around the small of your back to lead you exactly where he wanted you, struggling now was pointless, you were in danger with no way out.
In a shaky hoarse voice you speak. “ What are you going to do to me?” It was a blunt question but your thoughts were already racing with all of the horrible things this man could do to you in such a private secluded space, you started to already make peace with your demise as he took you down the bend of the hallway out of any potential view of onlookers.The tower of a man compared to your small frame leaned down to you ear and whispered “ don't worry about it sweetheart, in the end it won’t matter to you anyways.” he said with a devilish grin, the tone of his voice filled with strange and twisted delight. 
This was it, he had you pinned in the corner of the hall next to the exit door, with Geto towering over you it was hard to get a visual of any escape routes, You look up at him as you see him reaching for the stitches on his forehead and start to give them a gentle tug. “Don't worry yourself, beautiful, this will all be over soon.” The stitches were out and you watch in terror as this man started to remove the top half of his head revealing a brain with teeth, his hands being occupied with his head had left you just enough room to bolt out from behind him and run for your life, this sobered you up quick, there was no room for error now as you were granted a second chance at life and merely escaped death.
Geto taking time to gently put his head back together and re-thread his stitches with care as he watched you doing your best to struggle to run down the hall away from him, something about you trying your damnedest to sober up and run in those giant platform high heels was rather entertaining to him, it's almost like he got off on your struggle and fear. The top of his head now firmly secured he started a slow walk toward you, his long legged stride compared to your much shorter impaired steps made it very easy for him to try to keep pace with you, he could catch up if he wanted to but you knew he was only hanging back to prolong your suffering, him knowing he was getting dinner and a show out of all this if he caught up to you now what fun would there be in that for him, then the entertainment would be over.
Closing in on the bend of the hallway back to being visible to possible onlookers you tried to yell for help as loudly as you could but to no avail over the pulsing music from the club, no one could hear you, no one was going to help you.Taking matters into your own hands again you continue your tipsy getaway as your adrenaline kicked in making you more agile, Suguru still trailing behind you slowly realized you were starting to regain yourself, realizing it was time to stop being so cocky he started to speed up, his pace starting to match yours as he was getting closer to nipping at your heels. The advantage of being in the nightclub at the very least was what had been your disadvantage all night, the loud music, the inconsistent lighting, and of course the pulsing surge of dancing people in mass crowds everywhere making it hard to get around to where you wanted to be and not lost your friends or whoever you were trying to stay close to all night.
Geto starts to get frustrated regretting letting himself get cocky, he let you, a possible new vessel slip away so easily just trying to play cat and mouse while underestimating you. “That fucking brat, just wait until I catch her, shes going to be a feisty one I can already tell, I need to find a new vessel soon or Suguru Geto’s body is going to end up devouring me whole, its only a matter of time before his soul finally wins his body back over and I’m done for. Leave it to me to pick the body of a man who can use cursed manipulation, it has its uses but in just over a thousand years of inhabiting the bodies of curse users I’ve never encountered one quite like this that posed a threat such as putting an end to my existence and taking back full control, if I don’t catch her soon im fucked.” He monologues to himself revealing that although this was the physical body of Suguru Geto himself it is being physically inhabited by Kenjaku, a curse user who inhabited bodies implanting himself in them as their new brain. 
Kenjaku had been residing in this body only for a short few months, Geto no longer had his birth given brain inside his skull because Kenjaku had to remove it to make room for himself, in this short time though he could feel a strong pull from Suguru’s soul skewing his thinking, causing random movements through the body that were not of his control, and even at times his body starting to physically attack itself to try and remove the curse user his skull. This was a dangerous game of fate being played by Kenjaku he wasn’t sure he was willing to risk anymore, Geto was just too strong even after physically dead , if he removed himself and found a new vessel the body would have no choice but to collapse with no brain whatsoever to control it, officially ending Suguru Geto for good.
Kenjaku, using Geto’s towering height to peer over most of the crowd to keep a visual on you as he waded through the sea of people, he was starting to lose sight of you. Angered at this point but not giving up he ran through plans in his head as to what he was going to do if he couldn’t get to you, not much came to mind as he genuinely needed you as a vessel, you were the only one he could tell would be easy to lure in due to the stirring feelings he could feel surging through Suguru’s body when he looked at you and as the only other curse user in the vicinity that seemed like you would be none the wiser to the whole situation until it was too late, he could tell just by the way you looked at who you thought was Geto that you trusted Geto and would have done anything he asked of you and would want to be physically close to him.  
You continued to use your small frame to your advantage, managing to just barely dip off into the crowd and easily slip through tight spaces created by the dancing bodies of the hive of people. The boots weren’t helping your situation and you knew they had to come off, for now you think you lost Kenjaku in the crowd long enough to take them off, you did a quick scan of the area around you and caught a visual of him close but looking in all the wrong places for you, ducking down out of sight you were able to unzip them quickly and slide them off while crouched, you undid the laces and tied the boots together with just enough slack in between them that you could wear them over your shoulders and they wouldn’t get in your way preventing you from making your escape to safety. You rose back up from your crouched position now being flat footed, taking off the boots easily deducted 6 inches from your height and you were now not so easily spotted. Once again you scanned the crowd to see if you could spot Kenjaku once more.
Kanjaku had started to make his way in the wrong direction, expecting to spot your head bobbing up and down through the crowd, still not realizing you could easily hide in plain sight now. He did one more sweep looking towards the sides of the club dance floor before making his way over to check the seating areas and VIP lounge hoping you were dumb enough to think finding a place to hide and wait him out instead of continuing to run was going to be your best bet. You watched as Kenjaku headed up the ramp walkways in the wrong direction from you, you took this opportunity to finally run towards the front exit making a clean getaway leaving behind your open tab and debit card at the bar, that sucked but was the least of your worries right now, you had to get home to safety before he made his way out and tried to trail you home. 
Kenjaku was nowhere in sight, you officially ditched him in the club and continued your run home, running was not something you were good at but this moment turned you into a track star. Running up your stoop you had finally finished the race, breathing heavy and feeling like you needed to vomit you shakily dug through your clutch to grab your keys and fumbled with them trying to unlock your door, being unable to calm down enough to steady your hands you missed the keyhole a good 5 times before finally jamming the key in with force, unlocking the door, turning the knob and busting your way in like you were the whole S.W.A.T team in one body getting ready to perform a raid. You slammed the door behind you, locked it and put your whole body weight against it with your back as you slid down the door setting yourself on the hardwood below and began to sob quietly into your hands, confused, scared, in fear for your life and heartbroken were all you could feel or comprehend in this moment, you were in such shock.
Kenjaku continued his search through the club to no avail, trying to calm his anger he decided to start acting like a concerned boyfriend unable to find his partner to hopefully win some sympathy from club goers enough to where they may tell him if they saw you and what direction you went in. He stuck to this act making his way all the way up to the bar, most people reluctant to give much of a lead no matter how charming he was. In one last attempt he figured he would ask the bartender and really ham up the act. “Hey!” he yelled, flagging the bartender over trying his best to look like a worried boyfriend. “Have you seen my partner anywhere? I can’t find her and I’m starting to get worried, I know she ordered a drink up here earlier.” He relayed as he started to describe your image in detail, even giving your full name. The bartender believed his story, telling him that he had seen you just running out in a hurry looking really unwell. “I hope you find her and that everything is alright, she left her card here too while trying to order both of you some drinks, I guess she's been having a hard time finding you all night too, I closed her tab already so you don't have to worry about that.” Kenjaku was elated that this worked and so well at that, he knew he was doing well luring you in but didn’t realize how badly you wanted to be close to Geto in return, he got lucky that you were seen visibly pursuing him by the bartender and even tried to get him a drink to top it all off, that all ended up working in his favor. Kenjaku grabbed your debit card from the bartender with a smile while thanking him and wishing him a good night as he turned and headed for the exit. “Humans are such gullible morons, aren't they?” he quietly uttered to himself under his breath as he started to give a cheeky laugh.
He finally made it outside, looking around trying to figure out what direction to set off in once again starting his search, he looked down reading your name on the debit card and suddenly memories that weren't his started to flood in stronger than ever as Geto Suguru’s body once more began to react by attacking Kenjaku but this time Geto’s consciousness started to fight for control of Kenjaku himself beginning to put in the work trying to digest him. Seeing your name, your face, hearing from the bartender that you looked unwell, it was enough to make Geto’s soul burn with enough vigor to once again fight for control only stronger this time, Kenjaku knew he was already being slowly digested and becoming weaker but now Geto’s soul was woken up and fully ready to fight with all its strength as Kenjaku’s consciousness and control started to fade out and Suguru started to come back in as if he was neve gone. With Geto now gaining consciousness and near full control it was time to finish the job, he removed the stitches that sat between him and a now dormant Kenjaku, sucked him up into his hands using his cursed technique to turn him into a ball and swallowed him whole.
Geto looked around, looking down taking in the sight of his body, his arms and hands, he started to flex and squeeze his muscles just taking in the feeling once again of what it was like to be alive and conscious, he had been fighting for dominance this whole time, a few times almost succeeding but being shut down by Kenjaku’s control, Kenjaku was too strong and was going to take time to be worn down enough to digest, he finally did it and set himself free from his grasp. As for the stitches in his head he decided it was time to go visit some old friends and get himself taken care of and even make some things right with old friends before coming to find you.
It had been a few days since the incident, in shock you took some vacation time away from work to really process what had transpired that night, it all had felt so unreal to you that you almost couldn't even trust yourself as a reliable narrator, your experiences felt like such an off the wall nightmare you were trying to gaslight yourself into believing you had dreamt it all. You had sunk into such a depression that you had no idea what day it was at this point or if you were safe either, you hadn't left your bed for much more than to use the restroom and maybe change your clothes if you felt gross enough in the ones you were wearing. Grabbing your phone off the bedside table you checked the time and your phone started to ring with an incoming call, you were scared to answer it but knew it could be your job on the other line and you couldn't risk missing a call from your boss as much as you loathe your job.
“Hello? Is this (y/n)? It's Shoko, your former classmate.” You were taken aback, it had been what felt like ages since you had last heard from Shoko, you two were really close in school but after graduation you both got too busy with life to be as close anymore, you went your separate ways, you trying to live a normal life away from the stresses of being a curse using jujutsu sorcerer and she stuck around jujutsu high using her skills to save the lives of severely injured curse users and sorcerers.
 “Y..Yes, this is (Y/n), Shoko, it's so good to hear your voice again …, I haven't heard from you in ages.”  
“I hope you're doing okay, I heard you had quite the stir the other night when you went out.”
You froze, how did she know?
“Geto ended up coming in to pay a visit, … I know, shocking isn't it? I hadn't seen him forever, neither has Gojo. We honestly thought he was dead, they had a fight a while back and let's just say I was sent to collect him but he was nowhere to be found but now he's here alive and in the flesh, that's besides the point though.” She said with a joyous chuckle into the phone.
You were frozen in shock all over again, you started to feel an eerie panic set in and a surge of energy welled up in your body, you dropped your phone to your bed with Shoko still on the other line continuing to talk and explain something but you were quickly up off your bed and running out of the apartment like a madman to book it over to the school and try to save her. 
With all the fight in your body propelling you it didn't take long for you to get to the school and kick in the door to Shoko’s working office just to see Geto sitting up on her operating table with bandages around his head where his stitches once were and Shoko still on the phone assuming you were just quietly sitting and listening on the other line
“Oh, (Y/n) when did you head over here? That was quick! I knew you'd be excited to see Suguru but not quite this excited, anyways you heard what I was telling you, right?” She said with a happy hum to her voice as Geto sat patiently looking at the both of you from the operating table.
“W…Whaa…” you uttered in confusion and discomfort.
“I take it you didn't, well let me give you the abridged version, Geto only remembers a few bits and pieces here and there from while he was under control, he just remembers being angry at what he could see and remember but was finally able to break out of it and take control back, he said the curse who had a hold on him was named Kenjaku, supposedly an over thousand year curse who was essentially a body snatcher, after he was able to absorb him he came here to get treated and have that nasty opening in his head closed back up instead of just stitched shut.” She explained as Geto looked at you with the same puppy dog eyes you remember your beloved crush always having, by the way his presence felt in this room with you and how he looked at you this time you could tell it was him, the real him. You started to calm down and come back to earth, slowly taking steps towards him with teary eyes as you relaxed in his presence and Shoko continued to explain the logistics of what happened and how she was able to make sure Geto Suguru truly remained as himself again. You collapsed into his arms in relief and started to quietly sob as Geto held and comforted you. Being reunited you all caught up and started to talk with each other a little while before someone had to break the big news to Gojo that his best friend and one and only had finally been located and returned to them safe and sound. 
Holding eye contact with Geto you took this moment to finally tell him how you truly felt and confess your true feelings for him as he smiled at you with his kind gentle eyes and confessed the same back, this was truly a happy ending you never knew could be possible, you held each other in a warm embrace for a little while just until Gojo came bursting through the door much like you did earlier, excited to see his one and only best friend again, the four of you continued to have your reunion in private as to not overwhelm a recovering tired Suguru and yourself who had been through your exhausting share of complex emotions, stress, fighting for your life and truly needed to rest as well, and what better place to do that than in your beloved Suguru’s arms.
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34. washing the other's body
I promised you some girl daniel lin, I hope you like it ❤️ set right after this Daniel also breaks her hand
The sound of running water has been seeping under the bathroom door for almost an hour now. Normally, Daniel showers with the door open, and Max gets to see the steamy shape of her through the glass, gets to be soothed by her familiar movements. Something homely. Sometimes, he sits on the closed toilet lid and they discuss weekend plans, and other times they shower together.
Tonight, she'd shut the door.
For half an hour, Max had distracted himself by checking in on Gianni's live stream on his phone, dropping a few funny comments into the chat that were bound to get a few more viewers. Then, he'd shut it down and paced into the kitchen, placed their premade meals onto microwavable plates, ready for when Daniel came out.
Now, he's got nothing left to distract him from his worry.
"Daniel?" He calls to her as he knocks on the door. When she doesn't answer, there's a momentary lurch of fear in his chest, his stomach, his entire body that has him pushing it open.
Inside though, there is no horror scene. Daniel is sat in the bath, cast hanging over the side, as the taps gush out a steady stream of water.
Even from the doorway he can see that her eyes are red rimmed when she looks at him, but he knows better than to ask a question he knows the answer to. If she wants him to acknowledge her tears, she'll make a joke about them.
"Max," she says, voice sounding a little wobbly. Then, after a beat, "turns out I use this hand more than just to wank with."
With her good hand, she points to her head. Her curls there are darker with the water, and an uneven smattering of suds. The shampoo is still open, perched on the edge of the tub, and the hairbrush she has always told him was so important to use for maximum girl boss, curl boss power hasn't even been taken down from the shelf.
"I see," Max says, already moving to grab the brush. "Well. It is a good thing you have a boyfriend who is trained in curl care."
She snorts, but doesn't protest when he crouches down besides her and starts to brush. Usually, she tells him he can tug harder than he does, that it doesn't hurt, but he can never bring himself to do it. This time, she doesn's say anything, and he keeps the strokes of the brush smooth, teasing out the knots at the bottom, working his way up.
"I'm such a fucking idiot," she says eventually, just as he is lathering shampoo into his hands, rubbing it into her scalp. "I should have- I should have avoided Piastri. I should have taken my hand off the fucking wheel at least, I- I know fucking better than that."
Max hums. It's no use telling her the truth everybody knows, that where was nothing else to be done in such a quick flash, because she knows it also. It would be worse to tell her Max's truth, that he is glad it is her hand, because another time, another session, there is always the risk it could have been her neck.
"Really," She laughs bitterly, "I'm meant to be proving I still got it, and instead I'm out here binning myself into walls, it's- It's fucking embarrassing."
She shakes her head viciously, and Max uses the hands he has there to still her, to press a kiss to the crown even if it means a mouthful of soap.
"You are not embarrassing," he says firmly, tucking a hand under her chin to tilt her head backwards. He kisses the curve of her nose too, while she looks up at him warily. "If you think this is enough to change Christians mind, then the only thing you are proving right is the IQ test we took in bed last week. Remember, the one that said I was smarter?"
There's a pause and then a startled laugh escapes her lips. Max grabs the cup where they keep their toothbrushes, side by side, to fill with water and rinse off her hair, laughing too.
"That quiz was bullshit," she's insisting, "I told you I wanted a rematch," and Max is nodding like they'll do anything other than curl around each other to sleep when they finally make it between their sheets. "Besides, I gotta convince Marko too, you know that."
It's true, she does. For now, Max tries to distract her from that fact by doing an extremely poor impression of an Austrian vampire, until she's making the water slosh over the side of the bath with her laughter, soaking him in the process. When her giggles have subsided, she looks up at him again with softer eyes.
"What?" He asks.
"You're right, Maxy," she says, "I am lucky to have you."
It takes Max a beat to retrace where in their conversation he said that.
"For the curl care?" He checks, rubbing conditioner into her hair even as he says it.
"Sure," she says, and her smile seems like a secret made for only the two of them to share, "let's call it that for now."
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malice-ov-mercy · 6 months
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Neighbors - part 2
*REPOST FROM MAIN BLOG*
Part 1
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader
Content warning: none
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“Ugh! Are you fucking kidding me?!”
I yelled in frustration as yet another lasagna noodle ripped in half. I don’t know what possessed me to make such an infuriating dish, but here I was, running around like a chicken without a head. My kitchen was a mess, it was starting to get unbearably warm, and I almost started crying into my lasagna. I could have made something simpler like spaghetti, or even bought a lasagna, but no. I decided to stress myself out to impress Noah—and why? I’ve never made any of my other friends lasagna. Why was he deserving of a completely homemade lasagna?
The oven beeped as I finished my last layering of sauce and I sighed in relief. I quickly rinsed my hands and covered the mess of sauce and pasta with foil. I couldn’t wait to throw this thing in there and forget about it for an hour. I angrily shoved it in the oven then set a timer. Hopefully I could get a head start on the mountain of dishes before Noah arrived.
Frankly, I’m still shocked we hit it off as well as we did. We texted almost everyday, at least had one phone call every week or every other week, and even managed a few FaceTimes. He’d even sent me more merch and now I had a shirt for every day of the week plus some. We became quite close—I’d like to think so anyway.
I asked when he came back from tour if he wanted to hang out, he agreed but he said he needed a few days to decompress and relax. So that’s how I found myself here, rage making a dinner I wasn’t even sure was going to turn out. Granted, I didn’t have to make anything. In fact, Noah was quite insistent about just ordering something, but I was adamant about cooking. Nothing beats a home cooked meal after a long work day—months in his case.
Before I know it, forty minutes had gone by. I dried my hands and pulled the lasagna out of the oven. I’m greeted by a face full of steam and the smell of pasta sauce. It smelled and looked divine. I throw on the last of the cheese, then put it back in the oven for another ten minutes. I didn’t get all the dishes done, but I certainly made a dent. The door bell rings.
“Just a second!” I yell, quickly removing my apron. I hang it up next to the fridge then hurriedly make my way to the door. I briefly stop to check my appearance in the mirror on the living room wall, smoothing down a few stray hairs and brushing away some mascara flakes.
I opened the door just as Noah was getting ready to knock. He looked surprised then chuckled. I smiled up at him and he returned the gesture. His hair was tied back in a little bun. He wore a loose fitting white tee, black joggers, and socks paired with slides. I felt my cheeks warm as his eyes looked over me. I wasn’t dressed to the tens, but I did throw on a nice casual dress. It stopped just above my knees. I shyly stepped aside and gestured for him to come in.
“Thank you,” he said with a polite nod, sliding his shoes off. “You look nice. I feel severely under-dressed.”
I laughed. “You’re totally fine, don’t worry about it! You look comfortable and chill.”
I feel his eyes on my back as I shut the door. When I turn around, he quickly looks away, trying to act like he wasn’t staring at me.
“Kitchen’s this way.” I say with a smile. Noah leans slightly forward, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Lead the way.”
He follows close behind. I hear him take a deep inhale as we reach the kitchen.
“That smells so good.”
I grin widely at him.
“Thank you! I hope it tastes okay.”
Just then, the timer went off. I rush to turn off the oven and timer. I grab my oven mitts and pull the lasagna out. I set it on the counter as Noah takes a seat across from me.
“It has to sit for a little while longer before I can cut into it, I hope that’s okay. I’m also gonna finish the rest of these dishes real quick while we wait.”
Noah stared at the dish in front of him with a childlike wonder. I giggle. I grab my apron and tie it around my waist. My dish water has gone a little cold, but it’s still plenty warm enough to finish.
“What, have you never seen a lasagna before?” I tease, glancing over at him. He looks up at me.
“I have, that just looks incredible.”
I can’t help the prideful smile and feeling that swells in my chest.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” Noah asks.
I think for a moment. “Uh, yes actually. Could you grab some plates and silverware? Plates are in the cabinet right above the lasagna and the forks are in the top left drawer.”
Noah nods as he gets up. He has no problem finding the plates but he struggles to find the correct drawer. I finish up my last dish and dry my hands.
“It’s this drawer,” I say, reaching right in front of him and pulling it open. I grab two forks and set them down. “Thank you for getting the plates. Go sit back down.”
He does as I ask, and I grab a knife from my block and start cutting the lasagna. The pieces aren’t evenly cut, some are a good bit bigger than the others. I grab a pie server from the second drawer and carefully remove a bigger piece, placing it on a plate. I hand Noah the plate along with a fork. I pick a piece roughly the same size as his and serve myself. I grab my fork and come around to the bar side, taking the seat next to him.
I stare at my plate, the dinner looking and smelling even better than I could’ve hoped for. Then I suddenly remember I forgot to get us drinks. I get up from my seat and go to the fridge, retrieving two cold bottles of water. I place them down beside our plates before sitting again.
“I’d ask if you want anything else besides water, but water is all I have at the moment,” I say with a slight chuckle. “I forgot to pick something up yesterday.”
Noah smiles. “Water's fine anyway, thanks.”
I smile back at him then turn my attention to the food in front of me. I pickup my fork and cut into the layers of pasta and cheese. Noah follows suit. We do a small clink of our forks before taking a bite. My eyes closed. It tasted every bit as good as it looked and smelled, even better honestly. Noah’s head lulls back and his eyes also close. He groaned, sounding extremely satisfied
“(Y/N), this is fucking delicious.”
“Thank you.”
I chuckle watching him shovel more into his mouth.
“Slow down a little, Noah! There’s still plenty in the pan. You’re also more than welcome to take some home. It’s far too much for just me to eat.”
He looks at me then swallows his mouthful, nearly choking on it.
“Would you believe me if I told you this is the first lasagna I’ve made with homemade noodles?”
“You made this? Like completely?” Noah said incredulously.
I nod. “Pretty much yeah. I made the sauce and noodles. I would’ve made the cheese too if I had the time.”
“What the fuck?”
Noah stared wide eyed at me. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I don’t get a chance to make people food much anymore,” I shrug, “Figured I’d go all out. Plus, consider it a thank you for all the merch you sent.”
“Well, thank you. This is… it’s very nice. And delicious.”
He smiles softly. His eyes are full of something that makes my heart skip. I can’t help but to get lost in them for a moment. They’re the darkest brown I’ve ever seen. They’re so warm and kind. Comforting. Gorgeous.
“You have really pretty eyes.”
Noah’s low but gentle voice pulls me away from my thoughts. His expression was pensive. It seemed like there was more he wanted to say, but he didn’t. He continued to gaze into my eyes, leaning ever so slightly forward.
“So do you,” my voice breathy and quiet, “And as much as I’d like to keep looking at them, we do have a dinner to eat.”
He opens his mouth to speak, then looks to the plate of food in front of him. He smiles—much like the smile that day at the mailboxes— and chuckles.
“I suppose you’re right.”
He turns his attention back to his half eaten lasagna. I catch a whiff of his cologne and hope I managed to hide the shaky deep breath I took.
A while later, we finished dinner. Noah gladly helped himself to a second plate. I tried to finish a second piece, but I just barely got halfway through. It had long since been forgotten about and gone cold as I listened to Noah tell tour stories. He told me fun ones, not so fun ones, and everything in between. Some he’d told me already on phone calls. I didn’t tell him that though. I liked hearing them again in person. Hearing him laugh and seeing the way his eyes crinkle when he laughed sure beat seeing it on a tiny little phone screen.
Eventually there was a lull in the conversation and a silence fell between us. It wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. I stared at my half eaten lasagna and Noah stared at the pan on the counter, probably trying to decide if he should have another.
“You said I could take some home?” He asked. I nodded.
“Yeah go ahead! Take as much as you want!”
I watch him get up from his seat and grab his plate. On his way to the kitchen, he also grabs my plate without a word. He glances around the space looking for a trash can.
“In the cabinet on the left side of this dish washer.”
He finds it easily enough and scrapes the plate leftovers into the trash. I hop off my seat and join him in the kitchen, grabbing his plate before he places it in the sink. I carefully put a few slices of lasagna on his plate then ask if he wants more. He nods, so I give him another piece. I grab the foil from the drawer beside me and cover the plate.
“I’m gonna put this in the fridge. Be sure to grab it before you leave.”
Noah hums a response while I try to make room in the fridge for his plate and the leftovers still in the pan. When I’m done, I hop up on the counter and take a seat. I notice Noah still at the sink. I quirk a brow when I realize he’s washing the dishes. I frowned.
“Noah, you don’t have to do that.”
He glances back at me with a quick smile.
“Don’t worry about it. There’s not that much. It’s the least I could do. You were nice enough to cook a homemade lasagna for me.”
“It wasn’t entirely all for you.” I tease. He laughs.
“Either way, I appreciate it.”
I lean back on my arms, watching Noah closely. Not even some of my closest friends or family had offered to help clean up after a meal— let alone did it of their own free will. I couldn’t explain the feeling blooming in my chest. It made me feel warm.
I smiled at him when he turned back around to grab the kitchen towel. He dried everything then walked my way to put everything in its place. My eyes followed his long arms as he reached slightly above me. He noticed I was looking at him and tried to hide his smirk. I chose to ignore the slight yet deliberate flex of his muscle. His other arm lightly nudges my leg.
“Excuse me,” he says lowly.
My heart thuds. I cross my legs at my knees and scoot them over so he can get in the drawer. The way his eyes shift as he not so subtly watches the hem of my dress slide slightly up my thigh doesn’t go unnoticed by me. He has plenty of room to get in the drawer, but I lift my legs up and shift over more, causing my dress to rise just a little higher. Noah’s gaze doesn’t leave my legs as he blindly places the forks in the drawer. When he’s done, I slowly reach down and push the drawer closed.
“Thank you,” I say, my voice quiet.
His eyes come back to mine as he leans on the counter beside me. He’s close enough that I can almost feel his breath when he speaks. “Now what?”
I glance behind him at the clock on the wall.
“It’s still early. We could watch a movie or something.”
He nods in agreement, offering me a hand before I hop off the counter. I try to ignore how gentle and warm his hand is and how it nearly engulfs my own. I stumble slightly when my feet hit the floor. Noah’s quick to place an arm in front of me in case I fall. He lets go of my hand when he’s sure I’m stable. I’m tempted to grab it again and lead him to the living room, but instead I walk past him with a nod towards where we’re going. He follows closely behind. I can feel his body warmth on my back.
I gesture towards the love seat and sit, pulling the blanket down that’s draped over the back of it. I throw it over myself as Noah takes the seat beside me. I’m suddenly hyper aware of how close we are and how much space there isn’t between us. I feel my cheeks heat as I flip on the tv. I scroll through some movies before we decide on something that looks like it’s going to be awful. I shift my body to get more comfortable and accidently lightly elbow Noah.
“Sorry the couch is kind of small. I’m still waiting for my big couch to be delivered.”
Without a thought, I offer some of my blanket to him. Noah smiles, draping an arm along the back of the couch, then shakes his head. I pull the fabric up over my arms and sink further into the cushions as the movie starts.
I woke up the next morning disoriented. The TV was still on. I look up at the clock above the screen, seeing that it's just before 7am. I groan when I try to move my neck. The blanket is up to my chin. I stretch out my arms, smacking something behind me. It makes a displeased grunt before pulling me closer. It’s then I realized that I had fallen asleep on Noah. My heart pounds. I wanted to bolt up out of his grasp, but the warmth of his body and the tight yet tender hold he had on my waist was nice.
Ten minutes passed before Noah stirred and finally woke up. I was still locked in his arms. He groaned, finally releasing me so he could stretch.
“Good morning.” I said playfully.
His eyes flew open. I snickered.
“I don’t know about you, but I normally don’t sleep with people that easily.”
Noah stares at me then chuckles. There’s a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a sleepover.” He covers a yawn; his voice is low and raspy. I suppress the shiver it sends down my spine. It’s too early for those kinds of thoughts.
“Would you like some coffee?”
Noah yawns again and smiles sleepily.
“Eventually, but,” he grabs hold of me and wraps his arms back around me, pulling me flush against his chest. I don’t even try to hide the surprised breath I take. “I would like to sleep more, if you don’t mind.”
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nervoushottee · 4 months
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Flaws and All CH. 1 | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Series
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Warnings: Violence, guns, blood, cuts, regular ole the last of us shit.
Note: Had so much fun writing this. I’ve been working nonstop and haven’t had anytime to write but I am so happy I was able to get this out.
(Not edited at all so sorry not sorry just wanted to get this out of my head)
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Chapter 1
Winter was a deadly beast.
Depending on what side of the planet you’re on, it could be your saving grace or the demon within. The cold weather could bring frost bitten limbs, harsh winds and even death. Or it could be a glimpse of pure joy, excitement and tranquility.
And for you? You were honestly hoping it'd be your escape. The both of you were.
But all in all, right now you couldn’t feel your fucking fingers. And you were sure as hell that Joel couldn’t either. No matter how many grunts and grumbles that came from indicating that he was okay. It was just two words that he was saying to himself to help warm his chest.
You could hardly tell what time it was. With clouds filled with snow covering the sun leaving a tint of grey and white. You just hoped that you had a few more hours before nightfall.
Joel was in front of you, his dark green coat covering his back. His head hunched over a bit as he walked. Map in hand as he continues his stride.
“How long now?” You ask the man in front of you. He slows his pace for you to catch up with him. Your boots trudging in the cold snow. “Not far out.” He says to you simply. You sigh at his short response.
This is how it was with you two since leaving. Short and sweet conversations. Quiet nights, and even quiet walks.
You couldn’t tell if it was because you were still strangers to one another or that it was because he simply didn’t like you.
You were hoping it wasn’t the latter.
From what you noticed, Joel was a quiet man.
The two of you met on a whim. A fast chaotic and last minute decision. A quick change that maybe somehow was fate.
The settlement the two of you were in turned sour fast. What you thought was a decent place with decent rules of living turned into hell on earth in just two weeks. You and Joel were neighbors. Living in the same apartment and from time to time you would bump into each other during the day.
A simple “good morning” or “good night”. Or a “morning” or “night” on Joel’s end. Nothing but simple pleasantries between two people.
But one night, you woke up to the sound of glass breaking. Which probably wouldn’t be such a nervous thing with how the world was now. But this sounded a bit too close for comfort.
You had accidentally slept on the couch the night before and your living room window gave you a full view of what was happening within the streets.
There were people in the streets, screaming and killing each other. Matzel tovs were being thrown into apartment buildings. Nail bombs at the front doors of the makeshift stores people created for the community. You could hear the sound of women screaming. Men, bandits, laughing.
You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Slowly in fear of not making any sudden movements for someone to see you through the window you quickly throw your jacket back on that you had dropped on the floor.
Thankful that you fell asleep still in the clothes your worn that day.
You were always an overthinker. Since birth it was something that was engraved in you whether you liked it or not. Even worse with how shitty life was. But despite its negative causes it had on your life, there were certain times where you were thankful for it.
The bag you brought into the settlement on your first day here was still packed with things. You didn’t pack out everything into the dusty closets or old dressers slowly starting to mildew. You would simply take out each thing you needed for the day and put it back at night.
You would rinse and repeat this method until you had lived here for a month. That was your plan. That was your routine. But life doesn’t always go to plan. You hurriedly put your boots back on. One already snug on your left foot.
The urge to keep your bag close came over you and you quickly limped through your bedroom door to retrieve it. But the minute you opened the door to your room. You were greeted with the reason you heard the broken glass in the first place.
A masked man broke into your bedroom.
He had a knife in one hand and your bag in the other. The pack was open and you could see the contents you had in there were swished around. Probably from him rummaging through it for anything of value for him to take.
That bag was like a pot of gold to anyone desperate enough.
But at the sight of you, his need to steal your bag was washed. A new need in mind as he dropped your bag to the floor. He storms over to you with his knife raised. You gasp at how quickly everything happens.
You’re slamming the bedroom door to his face but it doesn’t stagger him. You run to your kitchen area in a panic. A shriek leaving your throat as you run and go beside your table. You push it with all of your might into the stranger who simply laughs at your attempt to stop him.
He laughs like this is a joke to him. Like he’s play a game of cat and mouse. You knew if he catched you, that death would be more favorable than whatever ideas he had in mind. You could see his hunger in his eyes.
He continues forward walking toward you slowly until he has you cornered. And if you had any mind to do so you could hit him with something. Grabbed a knife from the kitchen. Hit him with your other shoe. Anything.
But it was too late to think about that. All you could think about now is trying not to die. Trying to stop whatever he would do to you before that if you could. And in this moment you thought that dying would be more of a blessing than a curse.
He charged at you which causes you to scream. Using all your might to push him off of you. Grabbing the knife quickly before he plunged it into your shoulder. You shriek at the intense pain of the knife slicing through your gripped palm.
You were trying so hard. Kicking and pushing using all the strength you could. But you didn’t think it would be enough. You knew it wouldn’t. In the end, he sadly had the upperhand. He was bigger than you and caught you by suprise.
And you were going to fucking die. With a final scream you almost accepted your fate. But the immediate force of your front door getting kicked down gave you a glimpse of hope.
Joel had seen what was happening outside his apartment window. Started grabbing his own things same as you did. And was a few feet out of his door before he had heard you scream and didn’t waste a second to come help you.
Both you and the masked man froze from the sudden intrusion. Which gave Joel enough time to shoot the man dead. The shot rang out, the man falling to the floor. His blood splattering against your face. The heavy sets of breathing leaving your mouth.
Joel walked over to you and bent down to your level. You didn’t realize til then that the man had you basically on the floor fighting for your life was dead.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes trailing your face. “Are you hurt?”
You swallowed, still in shock for all that had happened so quickly. “My hand.” You croaked out. Your throat is sore from how loud you were screaming.
Joel nodded his head looking at your bloody palm. “Can you stand?” You nodded as you grasp the hand Joel extends to you. Your injured one curled against your chest, throbbing from pain.
“Get your stuff, we’re leaving.” He said to you.
We’re leaving.
After a few seconds of letting what he said register you limped over back to your room to grab your bag. Some of the items spilled out on the floor and you hurriedly pushed it back inside. You finally put on your second shoe and see Joel staring out your window. “What’s going on?” You say to him hoarsely.
Joel shakes his head without turning to you. His eyes still looking at the streets of the settlement. “Not sure. More or less Raiders, a big group of them. Wanting something like this. It was easy pickings with a settlement so small. With the mask on that guy I think I’m right.” Joel turns to you. Giving you a once over look. “You ready?”
You hadn’t even realize his attire. His green jacket in over his body. A bag of his own around both of his arms. And a rifle strapped on his shoulder.
You nod your head at the question.
With your confirmation, Joel starts to walk out of your apartment. Muttering for you to follow him. And you did exactly that.
That was four days ago.
Now here you both were. Walking in the snow to get to wherever the hell Joel was looking at the map for.
“There.” He spoke up. He points to the gas station in the far distance. You squint your eyes to see it better. It wasn’t far but it wasn’t close either. Still you couldn’t wait to get out of the cold. You doubt the gas station would even have electricity, so it would more than likely still be cold. But being cold in a shelter is better than nothing.
“Let’s go then.” You pushed ahead of Joel, walking toward the faint view of the building in front of you. Joel eventually catching up to you with a fiew long strides.
“So what’s the reason why we’re going here?”
You finally speak up. Turning your head to the man who saved you nearly days before.And granted you probably should’ve asked him that three days ago. But the trek to get up here was too dangerous as is.
The settlement was smackdown in the middle of a small city. So it took about two days to get out of there on foot. Hiding from raiders, killing any infected you saw along the way. Joel was very smart and skilled in both departments. There wasn’t much talk for what happens next. The priority was getting out of there.
When those days passed, you both were finally out of the city and there was nothing but greenery for miles. You were too exhausted to speak from all the walking you did. Your palm throbbing with pain every step of the way.
On the third night, the temperature dropped. By morning of the fourth day, it was snowing.
So as you both walked the snow dusted trail you felt like it was a good as time as any to ask him questions. “A guy that I knew before I stayed at the settlement has a radio. Marked my map with a few spots of where another might be just in case I would ever need to contact him.” He explains.
You contemplate what he says as the two of you reach the gas station. Joel turns to you, looking briefly at your empty hands. A silent statement for you to be armed and on your guard.
You grab the pistol that he had given to you to use and a flash light from your pack in the other hand. You twist your hands and wrists on top of each other. Both gun and flashlight in hand, aimed and ready to use.
You were hardly a good shot. It takes a few times to actually shoot a target from afar on a good day. But fear and survival have a good way of showing us what exactly we are capable of in certain moments.
Your wrapped palm hated the harsh tug you had on your gun, but it was the least of your worries. You nod your head towards Joel as he starts to pry the door open. The cold air causing it to need more force than it probably would have.
You check your surroundings as Joel struggles with the door. No one was out here for miles. The only thing you could see were trees and stranded cars. The snow that came in that morning was already starting to cover the surface of anything and everything it could. You hoped that the two of you could stay here for the night instead of out in the wilderness again.
The sudden jolt of the door pushing open made your turn your head back over to Joel. He had gotten the door open and quickly pulled his own gun and flashlight out. “Wait here.” He tells you before going into the gas station. Giving it a good look around, before calling your name to follow inside.
You look back for a second to look around in case anyone for some reason followed you for four days. You hear Joel call your name again. A lot closer now than he was before. You shake your anxious thoughts and enter the gas station with a heavy breath.
The gas station was ransacked. Shelves were bare and broken. And any supplies that were left were nearly finished. Joel had been a few steps out the door and nearly knocked into you before you came inside. His face almost filled with worry, a question almost leaving his mouth before he sighs. Going behind you to push the door closed and sliding a piece of wood through the door handles.
“The place seems secure. Ransacked for sure but no one’s here so we should be good for now.” Joel tells you as he walks back ahead of you. “Great.” You respond idly. Placing your gun away (your injured hand thank you for it) and flashing your flashlight through the abandoned station.
The building was small. Not a big gas station which was obvious. Probably just being a small gas station for travelers to full up on gas and stale snacks before hitting the road again. That’s what it was like only a few years ago. A simple store to get lottery tickets and making sure to press the right gas button instead of the diesel.
Now it was a free for all, ransacked for survival. Oh how time flies when it’s the end of the world.
You walk further into the station, behind what were once clean isles now filled with dirty and trash. The fridges that were once cold filed with refreshing drinks were now barren with only a few stranglers of bottles left. You could hear Joel doing the same as you. Looking through isles, rummaging for anything that was useful in the dim light of his flashlight.
This is what life was now. Breaking and entering, and stealing to survive. Hiding in plain sight from the dead that risen. Infected with sick disease that wouldn’t stop from killing you and a sudden sound. Raiders doing as they pleased. Like a god or devil granted them their wish of the world turning to shit so they can do as they please without a care in the world. Or people to stop them.
“Got some pain killers. Not much but a few packets to help with that hand.” Joel says to you out loud. You don’t turn to look at him or respond. To his statement. You flashlight shining over the drink you had not seen in a long time.“I got a can of Yahoo if you want to trade.” You say jokingly.
You turn your head back to see Joel staring at you with a confused face. You move your body slightly, hand still shining on the dead fridge with the red and yellow can sitting in one of the holders. Joel huffs a laugh before standing up from his need position. Shaking his head as he walks over to the cash register.
You look back over to the can of Yahoo for a few seconds before you hear Joel call your name. You quickly open the fridge door, the smell of dried water and mildew wafted your nose as you nonetheless pick up the can and sliding it inside your jacket pocket before heading over to Joel’s direction.
There was an door behind the register that was now open. Walking inside to see Joel behind an office desk. It was slightly warmer in this room. You really had no clue why but it would be a decent place to sleep for the rest of night if you played your cars right.
“Help me with this.” He asks you. You walk behind the desk to see Joel hovering over a old radio that had been hidden away in a old vent. You kneel beside him, shoulders touching as you both slide the rest of the radio and its equipment out of the slim vent. Placing it on the office desk with a grunt.
“That shit is heavy.” You mutter with a groan after releasing it.
“Abe preferred the outdated stuff than the modern day. With how its going now, its a good thing he did. Because this thing still works.” He nods his head towards it. “Abe’s your radio guy?” You question him.
Joel nods without saying a world. Starting to move his hands against the radio. Twisting and turning things you had no clue what for. You assumed in attempt to turn it on.
You let Joel focus on the radio as you get a further look around the office. The office was pretty small. Only the office desk and a wooden chair for furniture. There was a tall window that was covered in dirt and grime on the outside. It still created enough light for you both not to need you flashlights. There were a few potted plants on the windowsill. Small, dead plants that probably bought some joy once before.
A broken picture frame face down on the floor. You kneel down to pick it up, dusting the small shards of glass to take the slim picture out.
It was a picture of a family. A mother and father, with an older daughter and younger son. All smiling wide with fishes in their hands. A lake in the background.
This picture makes you think that this gas station was once family owned. Once a place where a family dedicated their time and money to make it useful for customers.
Now it is a graveyard.
It still baffles you how quick life changed. How so sudden the world went to shit. Just two years ago you were in your apartment, in your favorite pair of socks. With a warm cup of tea at your side. Now you’re taking whatever clothing you can find and tea is a useless thing to you now.
At least you had Joel.
You didn’t know how long you two would be together. But you were thankful all the same for his company. He was a quiet man, but a helpful one. He knew his way around. How to survive and protect like it was instilled in him before all of this happened. Despite only truly being in his presence nonstop for four days straight. You want to get to know him more. Hoping that whatever Robert says on this radio (Hopefully it works). That Joel will want to take you with him.
If you were honest. You were tired of doing this alone. And some company wouldn’t hurt. Even if it was company from a man who hadn’t talked much.
Ever so delicately, you place the flimsy picture against the window sill. Like placing a flower on top of a closed casket. You bid a farewell to the old life that feels like a lifetime away.
You put your hands in your pocket. Wincing at the cold aluminum can of chocolate milk against your injured hand. You walk over to the desk where Joel tinkers with the radio.
The loud noise of static makes the both of you jump from the sudden sound. Joel springs into action pulling out his map and and a small notebook from his bag. Turning the radio at whatever frequency has written throughout one of the pages.
He turns the knob back and forth and grabs the the microphone and takes a breath before speaking. “Abe. It’s Joel.” He says into the mic. Releasing his thumb from the mic button.
There’s nothing but static. You heart races with each long moment the two of you wait. Please listen, please respond. Please let this work.
“Abe. Hello? Are you there?” Joel says more sternly. His anticipation and fear crawling into to him. You know it is. He isn’t looking at you, ever so focused on the radio. Turning back to the notebook to make sure he was at the right channel.
All of the cards, all of your marbles. Whatever other fucking saying you could think of relies on this radio working and the person Joel needed to contact responding.
You didn’t come up with another plan besides this one. Hell you hadn’t even known this is where you were going to be five days ago. What would the two of you do now if Abe didn’t answer? Would Joel still stick with you without him? Will he still if he does?
“Joel-”,you start to say to him. Not wanting to tell him that the both of you might need to come up with a plan since the only sound coming from that radio was static. But he didn’t let you finish.
Quickly shaking his head he brings the comm up to his lips again. “Abe, This is Joel. Are you there?” He says again. This time, his voice is almost a bit weary. Trying to grasp onto some sort of hope.
He releases his thumb from the button and static comes on once again.
You start to turn around, feeling overwhelmed with stress and walk out the office to give yourself some space so Joel won’t see you cry over something like this. It was stupid of you for being so hopeful. It was a blessing you even got out of there alive all those few days ago. Nowadays, hope is a very small term and it is more than likely never as frequent as was before.
“Joel. It’s Abe. Turn to the second channel I written on your map.” You hear a man say on the radio. More static than actual noise. But you let out a breath you were holding. Walking toward the office desk, eager to hear more from the stranger.
Joel instantly grabs the make and brings his finger down to the old paper. Looking at the small handwriting to find whatever Abe had told him to turn to. You reach for you flashlight and shine the light over the map to try to help Joel see better.
He turns to the nobs on the radio before grabbing the mic again. “Abe. It’s Joel.”
“Been’s a long time since I heard from you Miller.” Abe says from the radio.
The both of you let out a relieved sigh when you hear the man’s voice. Eager to hear more, you lean both your hands over the office desk to listen in on what he has to say.
“Was hoping I wouldn’t need to for a while longer at least. But you know how things go.” Joel says.
“Unfortunately I do. Give me second and let me see if there’s any news for communities welcoming strays.” Abe tells him.
The line goes silent for a bit, the two of you not saying anything. Both eyeing the radio, hearts racing in anticipation for whatever Abe was going to say. You had yet to make your presence known. Neither has Joel. And if you were honest, you don’t know if you wanted to or not.
“So there is a place that’s available from what I heard over the radio a week ago. Small group, not too friendly but could work for a temporary solution to gather your bearings and try to find something else in the wind.” Abe suggest.
Joel asks for where the group is settled, telling Abe that he was radioing from the old gas station. “It’s South from that station. Not awful but not good either. Works better if you have a car but I really wouldn’t advise because the group may not let you in.”
You flash the flashlight again to give Joel more light as Abe tells him the city name and area. He draws lines down the map to find the way for the two of you to take.
“I’ve known you for a while Joel and I’m sure you can handle it. But this group aren’t the best to hang around. It’s mostly men and not the good kind. So I would advise you to go alone if you are with a group or anything. Especially any women.” Abe finishes
Hearing Abe’s last sentence, causes Joel to stop drawing on the map. His wooden pencil frozen. You hold in a breath as Joel locks eyes with you from across the table.
Here it is. What you’ve been worried about. The decision of whether Joel will leave you here. That one night four days ago was simply you getting lucky. And now you’ll have to be on your own again.
Joel stands straight from his hovered position over the map and his eyes doesn’t leave yours. You don’t know what he’s thinking. You don’t know what is on his mind and what decision he’s going to make. Something in you feels like you know that Joel isn’t the kind of man to leave you stranded. But you’ve been wrong about men too many times than you could count.
He puts his head down and stares at the floor. Almost if he’s contemplating something. In seconds that feel like days, he makes a small nod of his head as if he’s made up his mind. He raises the microphone to his lips and speaks.
“That’s not going to work. I have someone with me.”
With that, he extends his hand out with the microphone for you to take. You look at the microphone and look at him. It’s almost as if you could cry from relief. But you don’t . You simply take the microphone in your hand.
“Hello Abe.” You say the stranger’s name awkwardly.
“Hello.” Abe says intrigued.
“Well. There is one place. You can stay in temporarily. Another hideout I have with another radio hidden in there. It’s not much but it will give me some time to listen in on any other groups that are open for strangers. You aren’t the only person I help from time to time Joel.” He says.
Joel nods his head as if the man can see him but doesn’t say anything else. “It’s a lot farther than the one I just told you. It’s North. Not on the map when I marked for you because its really a hideout for me if where I’m at goes to shit. But, I’ve known you along time and let’s call this a referral or friendly discount of some sort.”
He tells the both of you the proper directions and Joel erases the old lines he made on the map just minutes before. “It’s not much. I know you were probably hoping for something more permanent .” Abe apologizes
“It’s great. Thank you.” You say on the microphone.
“It would be best if you take a car. Which hopefully won’t be too hard given the area you’re in currently. Until then, Joel and his lady friend. Hopefully I can have something better soon for ya.”
Joel says his thank yous and you do as well. Before turning to put the radio back in its originally hiding place. He stands up with a sigh and turns to you. “We should sleep here for the night. Find a car that works in the morning.” You nod your head in agreement.
A few hours pass and day becomes night. The both of you made the office your place of rest. Your sleeping bag against the wall and Joel’s near the office door. You had found an old lanter in the supply closet. It sits in the middle of the room. You and Joel’s laying on your own sleeping bags across from each other.
You were finishing the cold can of soup from your food supply. Joel looking through the map for the tenth time that night. The room silent.
With a couple more spoonfuls you place the empty can on the ground with a sigh. “I’m happy we aren’t outside. But I miss my soup being warm.” You joke.
Joel huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “Well you’ll get your wish soon enough. From what I’m seeing its going to be a long drive. Might be a day or two before we get to the place. I’ll try to siphon enough gas from a couple of the cars down the road. To have with us.” He tells you.
You nod at the plan. Still very thankful that Joel still wants you to tag along with him. From how Abe had spoke, it seemed that he wasn’t one to have company with him at all. So you wanted to thank him for it soon.
Lifting your injured hand. You slowly unwrap the dirty gauze, seething when it pulls on the sore scar. “Shit.” You mutter.
“Slow down.” Joel says.
“I am.” You respond back. You weren’t. It hurt too much to pull it slow. Not having much ointment to cover the cut caused it to stick tightly against the dry gauze. You wince again when you tug more off. “Jesus woman.” You hear Joel mutter.
He walks the short distance across to sit next to you. Taking your injured hand in his with caution. “You keep pulling at it like that and you’re going to tear the scab and have to let it heal all over again.” He scolds.
You sigh in annoyance and let Joel do what he’s done more than once since you’ve been traveling together. Tend to your wound.
You were right handed. So trying to wrap your bleeding hand the first night with the flashlight in your mouth. Your non dominant hand struggling to wrap the gauze tightly to stop the bleeding. Hearing your winces and groans from having to start over multiple times. Joel got up from his sleeping bag and wrapped your hand for you.
Ever since then he’ll ask about it. If it still hurts, does it need new gauze, to make sure you weren’t putting too much pressure on it.
You watch Joel slowly pull the gauze. Ever so soft feather-like touches against your scar. He removes the gauze. His calloused hands being so delicately soft against yours.
Flicking your eyes from his hands to his face. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration on your hand. You can’t help but feel thankful.
“Thank you.” You whisper to him.
“Be more careful next time, don’t want to have it bleedin’ again.” He says to you, still focused on your injured hand. The old gauze gone now as he reaches for the new gauze that you had pulled out moments before.
“No- not about this.” You gesture lightly with your other hand. “For the other night.”
Joel knows what you’re referring to. The night he saved you. The night he killed the man that was going to bad things to you and probably kill you afterwards. The night he took you with him to where you both are now.
He pauses from rewrapping your injured hand. Sits quietly. “I heard you screamin’. Wouldn’t have been right to just leave you after hearing that.”and with that he continues to wrap the gauze. “It pretty much looks healed. But you should keep it wrapped for maybe a day or two longer.”
You thank him as he stands up from his seated position. “You should get some sleep. We got a long trek ahead of us.”
“What about you?” You ask him. He softly jerks his head toward the map. “I’m going to mark a few alternative routes just in case the main one we’ll be taken is a dead end or blocked or something.”
You nod at his response before slipping inside your sleeping bag. You turn away from Joel and face the wall. You blink to see the picture you had once placed on the window sill, had been on the floor. Your eyes drift close as you think of simpler times, and the life you once had before this.
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HEYYYY… How y’all doing??
I’m here with a new series that’s been flooding my brain nonstop for the past month. I am not setting any expectations on it but this is chapter one. I will post a more official series post later on. I just wanted to get this out thereeee
Glad to be writing again!!!
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jungle-angel · 10 months
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To Build A Nest (Bob Floyd x Reader)
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Summary: In which the Daggers are working really hard on a project that you and Bob left unfinished
“Jake for the last fucking time! We are NOT painting that on the walls!” Natasha argued. 
“Oh c’mon, where’s your sense of humor?” Jake half whined. 
“Up your ass with the rest of you,” Natasha mumbled before her phone began to vibrate. 
Quick as she could, Natasha answered the FaceTime call from you and Bob, finally happy to see Baby Auggie’s tiny little form snuggled into Bob’s bare chest under the little blue Peter Rabbit blanket. 
“Oh look! Little Man’s out of his incubator!” Natasha exclaimed happily. 
“He’s coming out alot more often,” you told her. “Still having some trouble regulating his body temperature, but if we give it another two weeks, he should be able to come home.” 
“Oooh is that little man?” Mickey asked excitedly peering over Natasha’s shoulder. 
A loud noise snagged Mickey’s attention before he could get a closer look at Auggie, disappearing to go and break it up. 
“How’s the work coming?” you asked, a laughing grin threatening to crawl across your face. 
Natasha grimaced when a loud “MOTHERFUCKER!” flew from Jake’s mouth. “How do you think it’s going?”
You and Bob both laughed but when Natasha turned her phone camera to show you the half done mural on the wall, your jaws practically dropped to the floor. “Oh my God!” you quietly exclaimed. 
“It’s a work in progress but hopefully it’ll be done soon,” Natasha explained. “Hopefully these morons quit their bitching and keep working.” 
“No, no, you guys are doing an amazing job,” you assured her. “Shit, the nurse is on her way in. Can we call you back again tomorrow?” 
“No problem,” Natasha answered, before bidding you and Bob farewell for the evening. 
She dove right back into the work, rinsing the brushes in the paint spattered mason jars while Mickey turned the bluetooth speaker back on to keep playing their music. Of course there had been pinched fingers, paint splatters on clothing and faces and things that had gotten mucked up along the way, but in all it hadn’t been bad. 
Two weeks it had taken to get the whole thing complete. Two weeks of arguing, bickering and slugging through the work, night and day to get it done, but at last, the nursery was done. The paint had dried and soon, the Daggers were looking at the completed mural that had been absolute hell to paint....a Thomas Kinkade style painting of Disney’s Pinocchio. 
“We did it,” Natasha said to Mickey. “We fuckin did it.” 
“I still say we should’ve done Star Wars,” Mickey teased. 
“Hey this was Bob’s idea, not ours.” 
On the day that you and Bob finally arrived home with Auggie, the gang led you upstairs to the room, finally completed after having waited so long. It was beautiful, the mural catching your eyes immediately as well as the wood crib and the old rocker in the corner near the window. You and Bob were both nearly in tears when you saw the quilt hanging off the bed, embroidered with a large image of Pinocchio, Jiminy Cricket and a little bluebird. 
“Oh my God, you guys are the best,” you said tearfully. “It’s absolutely beautiful.” 
“What can we say, we’re the best of the best,” Payback told you as he gave you the biggest hug you had in a long time.
“Oh but wait there’s more,” Jake informed you and Bob. 
Off of a shelf, Coyote pulled a little yellow box that had been painted once again with those familiar images in the nursery, this time one of Pinocchio and Geppetto. “Your dad and my dad got together and fixed this a few days ago,” Jake explained. “Your Meemaw said she and your grandfather had cleaned out the basement and she found it in a box that had your baby stuff in it.” 
“Is the box still here?” Bob asked. 
“In the closet.” 
Before Bob had a chance to look, he opened the little box in his hand, the little tines hidden within playing “When You Wish Upon A Star.” The whole room had gone silent when they heard it, Bob’s eyes soon filling with tears at the childhood memories that had come flooding back to him. 
You two couldn’t thank your friends enough for what they had done for you both. That night, everyone had stayed over to help, Bob’s parents informing him that they were coming out from Oklahoma to help as well. You two ate dinner with your close friends and when it grew dark, you finally put Auggie to bed, bringing him up to his new room. Bob sat in the rocker, the tiny little one snuggled deep into his bare chest as the music box played away, his sleepy little coos filling the room. 
And that night, the stars seemed to shine a little bit brighter over Fightertown.
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samoankpoper21 · 9 months
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Levi, I'm Pregnant...
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Summary: Levi made it very clear that he wasn't too keen on having children but the universe has a way of throwing you off; modern! au
Side note: Anything with < text > is Levi's thoughts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you anxiously paced back and forth, gnawing at your bottom lip, trying to come up with different ways to tell Levi the one thing you knew he may dread: I'm pregnant. How could have this happened? Growing up you've always experienced irregular periods so this time you didn't think much of it...that was until the nausea started kicking in, the fatigue crashes, the way your nose would scrunch up at certain scents i.e lavender, pickles, honey, garlic; and the fact that you were always so god damn horny for Levi. You took the first test and it came back positive. Nah that can't be right. The first one is most likely a false positive. You took a second one a week later. Positive. Third times a charm right? POS.I.TIVE. While Levi was at work you scheduled an appointment with your primary doctor. "Congratulations! You're 11 weeks along!"
In the midst of your pacing, you failed to realize Levi step foot in the house until he plopped his briefcase down and stared at you causing you to gasp. "Hey baby." you squeaked.
"Hey you. What are you doing?"
"Huh?" you noticed Levi slightly frowning, you knew that he was catching on to you. "Baby I made dinner why don't you wash up?" Levi stared at you a beat longer and sighed. "Tch. Fine."
You both sat for dinner and you suddenly felt a bit queasy, it's mac and cheese for goodness sake! This was your comfort food! You cleared your throat and began to drink your orange juice - heeding your coworker's advice of eating oranges to deal with the nausea. Without a beat Levi's eyebrow shot up, he knew you wanted to tell him something but was waiting for you to approach the subject. You don't realize it but you gnaw your lips and avoid eye contact when there's something heavy on your mind. Levi continued eating the steak, mashed potatoes, and string beans you set out for him. "How was work today baby?"
"Oh uh it was fine. How about you?" <there shes goes again gnawing at her damn lips>
"Same shit, different toilet." You chuckled at his response but went back to gnawing your lips. You could feel Levi staring holes into you as you looked everywhere but him. "Tch." His impatience was rising with you but he didn't want to make you feel rushed. <What could be so fucking important that she can't spit it out?!> The rest of the night progressed as "normal" as you tried to make it. As you were both preparing for bed you got a whiff of honey, ran to the toilet, and began throwing up; Levi instantly behind you holding your hair. "Oi. What's wrong with you? Are you getting sick or something? You better not be I swear to God if you are-"
"No," your eyes started tearing up, hands shaking.
"Oi, what's wrong with you?"
You hastily stood up to blow your nose, rinse out your mouth, and turned to look at him. <Oh no...is she...leaving me??>
"I don't know how else to tell you this so I'm just going to shoot it to you straight...I'm pregnant." <What...> Levi standing there with no response trying to figure out the mechanisms of it drove your anxiety through the roof, upset even. "Fine then! Good talk." You were trying to rush past him but he was too quick. "Oi, it's rude to walk away when people are still having a conversation."
"Well it's rude not to say anything when your girlfriend gives you life shattering news you twat!" you spat out. Your crumbled into his arms sobbing. This damn pregnancy! Levi carried you and placed you on the bed gently, he kneeling in front of you. "Levi, I hic I'm s-sorry," you tried to explain through the tears. "I, hic, I I know hic you said you hic don't want kids but hic it just happened! Okay?!" Levi was drawing patterns into your hands. "Y/N I never said I didn't want kids."
"Yes you did! When hic I brought it hic to your attention you said no hic that they're little shits!"
"Y/N I only said that because I'm scared," he whispered. "I don't want my kid to go through what I went through." You gently tilted Levi's head with your finger to look up to you, into your eyes, gently grasping both sides of his face. "Baby they don't have to." you whispered.
A beat of silence passed with Levi closing his eyes leaning his face into your hands. You began running your hands through his hair.
"I-"
"F-" you both stopped and began to awkwardly laugh. "What were you going to say?" he asked.
"You go first."
"Shit heads go first."
"Ha ha you're so funny," you dryly responded. You took a deep breath and said, "I'm keeping the baby. With or without you." A moment of silence passed when he replied, "Oh the irony because I was going to say fuck it, yolo." Your face lit up. "Really? Baby really?! We're really doing this?!"
"Shut up will you." you jumped up, embracing him in a hug, plastering kisses all over his face. He laid both of you down and you nuzzled into him more, your foreheads touching. "Baby."
"What?"
"You're going to be a great father."
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dumblilb · 1 year
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YOU TASTE BETTER ☆
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Frank iero x Fem! Reader
(Synopsis: He couldn’t stand the thought of not feeling her one more time before tour.)
(Warnings: SMUT, cursing, smoking weed LMAO, sub!frank, switch!reader (their rolls aren’t crazy obvious, I tried to keep it chill), also some fluff)
(Words: 2403)
* ・゚☆ 。・ * ・゚★ 。・ * ・゚☆ * ・゚☆
“Hey can you help me with the hair dye, I always fuck up the back.” Frank yells to her from the bathroom. She gets up from the couch and walks in to find him with half his hair dyed a dark black.
“Yeah, do you got gloves?” She asks and he points to the counter where they lay. She picks them up and slides them on. Then taking the bowl from his hands she has him sit on the counter as she applies the dye to his roots.
She could see him making dumb faces at the mirror in the corner of her eye but she just ignored him and finished up, removing the gloves and discarding them in the trash. Grabbing a plastic bag she put it on his head tying it tight and turning him to look at her.
“There, you look so pretty.” She says in a half truth, caressing his cheek with her thumb. He couldn’t help but laugh at her remark as he jumped off the counter and walked out to the living room.
“Thanks for the help. With us having the tour coming up next week I thought maybe I shouldn’t look totally trashed.” He jokes pulling her down on the couch with him, flipping the channels till it lands on a dumb movie for them to mostly ignore.
“Hey I rolled before you got here but then I got distracted with my hair, do you wanna?-“ He says to her pointing to the blunt laying on the coffee table.
“Yeah why not.” She shrugs and get up to grab the lighter she knows is stashed in drawer on the other side of the room. She throws it to him and watched as the light illuminates his face as he puts the joint to his lips. She couldn’t help but feel something burning in the pit of her stomach as she watched the smoke leave his lips. The way his body relaxed back into the couch couldn’t even make the dumb ass plastic bag on his head look bad.
“Here.” He says as she sits down and passes it to her. She wasn’t the type to smoke all the time. But when she was with him, or the guys, it was a time she could relax and not worry about the repercussions. She put it to her lips and breathed in. She would cough a little from time to time but he never laughed at her. He didn’t care what lame shit she did. He always thought she look hot doing it, so it didn’t matter much to him.
She looked at the clock and realized it was time to wash out his hair so she lets him know and drags him to the bathroom. He leans over the tub and rest his hands on the frame, she removed the bag and turned the water on. She took the handle and started to gently rinse out his hair. Soon adding her fingers to the mix as she ran them through his hair to help the process. The feeling causing him to lose it, unknowably to her. The heat rose to his face and he just prayed it would be gone by the time this was done. She had finally finished and she turned the water off. She grabbed a towel from the rack and threw it on his head making him laugh.
God, she loved his laugh.
Once he had dried his hair enough she pulled out her hair dryer. He was against it at first, but then he realized her hands would he in his hair once again so he didn’t mind. She just quickly dried the rest and then put it back away. He turned to look in a mirror and smiled. She rested her chin on his shoulder and and admired him.
“You’re so beautiful.” She complimented and he couldn’t control his blushy smile. She always used more stereotypical feminine compliments for him. She always thought it fit him better. Sure he was handsome, but he was just so gorgeous in her eyes that handsome never felt like a strong enough word to convey her emotions. She gave him a quick hug from the back and walked back to the couch. Him following close behind.
She sat down and he cuddled right up close to her. He picked the blunt back up and took a hit before passing it to her. He kept his eyes close on her lips every pass, and they would travel down every time she exhaled.
The way her chest moved up and down catching his attention. He passes the blunt to her once again and she puts it to her lips.
But this time he leans over to start kissing her neck. She gasps a little in surprise causing a few coughs to escape. But the feeling of his lips smile into her neck between each kiss made her let him keep going. The feeling of his cold lip ring against her neck made her shiver.
He was sloppy with it. The way he abused her neck and the feeling of his hands in her hair, returning the favor from earlier sending her over the edge.
He was practically on top of her as he messily kissed her moving from her neck to her lips slowly, dragging out the sensation. She swiftly put the blunt out in the ash tray on the table beside them as she blew the air out into his mouth. He moved from her lips to her chest.
Her bra having already been removed hours before due to it being many hours late into the night. Her shirt was quick to slide off as he got to his knees and continued to place messy kisses down her cleavage stopping write above her pantie line. He looked up at her with pleading eyes. She leaned down and placed a kiss to his lips giving him all the permission he needed to remove first her pajama shorts, then painfully slow he pulled down her underwear.
She moved her hips up ever so slightly to give him access. He returned to giving small wet kisses down her stomach and her thighs. Soon finding his final place in her cunt. The cold metal of his lip ring grazing her clit every few moments causing her to squirm. He paused to lick her pussy, bottom to top, ending at her clit. He wrapped his lips around it and began to work. The sensation making the heat at the pit of her stomach increase. She tightly gripped the couch as he sucked. The feeling of his tongue entering inside her making a loud moan escape her lips. A smile forming on his own for a quick second. His tongue moved rapidly and he gripped her thighs squeezing them soft as he could. But the red marks would still be there after. He removed one hand from her thigh and his tongue from her cunt causing her to whine. Which quickly turned into a loud breathy moan as he inserted a finger into her.
“Does that feel good.” He whispers as she moves a hand from the couch to his hair. Running her hands through it as he pumps in her back and forth. His face was wet and his lips looked red and plump.
“Y-yes.” She moaned and used her hand to gently push his face back down into her. He inserted another finger causing her to scream as he put his mouth back on her clit doing double time on her pussy.
The feeling in her stomach tightening made her realize what would soon happen so she tried to warn him but he ignored her and kept going pumping back and forth, in and out of her with a good rhythm. His tongue sloppily massaging her clit. She felt the feeling rise up in her and a loud sigh escaped her mouth as she came. He quickly removed his fingers and switched to his mouth being on her cunt and his fingers rubbing her clit as she rode out her high. She trembled under his touch as he used his free hand to hold her down. His tongue and fingers got slower as the shaking stopped and soon he came up for air. Placing soft kisses to her clit as he rubbed her legs gently, reminding her of how good she was for him. Her body relaxed as she breathed heavily.
He continued to leave, now wet, cum covered kisses up her body over her chest licking her tits messing with them for a second with his tongue, and ending up back to her mouth. Where he kissed her.
“You taste so good.” He sighs between kisses.
She wasn’t done though. The taste of her on his lips making her go crazy. She pulls off his shirt revealing more of his tattoos causing her to smile. She loved the way he looked so soft, contrasting the fact that his body was covered in ink.
She flipped him over to lay him down on the couch. Her bare tits rubbing against his chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. She sat in a straddling position with her legs on opposite sides of him. She looked him in the eyes and without warning pulled his hair back, just hard enough to not hurt him too much. She started to kiss his neck, sucking on it every few moments. Leaving purple marks there for the morning. She could feel his dick growing hard under her bare cunt through his lose plaid pajama pants. The sensation making her even more wet.
She continued to his kiss him roughly as she moved her hands down to his pants pulling them off enough so he could kick them down. Returning the favor from earlier she slowly removed his boxers as she placed small kisses down his dick. The feeling making him whine with pleasure. But he practically begged for more as he gripped her hips running his hands from there to her tits. He pulled her up and looked in her eyes.
“Please.” He breathed out soft enough to barley be a whisper. He was fully erect now and ready. She went down quickly to suck him off a few times. The feeling of her lips around his dick making him moan. After a few passes she removed her lips swiftly grabbing a condom from the side table drawer and sliding it on for him. He groans as she positions herself up to him and she quickly inserts him into her. Heaving breaths escape his lips as his back arched. She bopped herself slowly… painfully slow on his cock up and down his hands gripped her waist tightly.
The feeling of him inside her sent her over the moon but she didn’t want him to know that quite yet. She kept almost a poker face of content pleasure as she bounced herself around him. The feeling of him rubbing against her walls causing a small tear to roll down her cheek in ecstasy. She pulsed, clenching every few moments at the feeling. She wanted more, she wanted it faster. She wanted him to scream her name as she fucked him, so the whole neighborhood knew he was hers. But she controlled herself for now and leaned down, placing messy kisses to his lips. Him not even being able to keep his mouth closed for more than a second as uncontrolled moans escaped him. She bit at his lip ring pulling a little knowing it would make him twitch. The feeling of it in her cunt making her smile. She sat back up straight and started going faster. The muscles in her legs tightened as she moved her hips up and down in circular motions.
The sight of her tits moving up and down as she pumped mesmerized him. He pulled her chest down to him as he massaged one tit, the other in his mouth. As he played with her nips using his tongue, he licked and sucked till she felt raw. She let out a moan making him pleased. She continues to move rapidly on his dick as he holds on to her practically leaving long scratches to her hips in the process. She kept feeling him twitch inside her. The feeling of him hitting her g spot each time making her feral. Just as he’s about to cum she stops for a second. And a groan leaves his lips.
“What do you say?” She says slowly lifting her hips up. Knowing she would soon come to her second end of the night. But she wanted him to beg.
“P-Please.” He whines. Loudly. So she leaned down placing a kiss to his lips. But mid kiss she slams back down and she smiles continuing to move up and down at a fast pace. His loud moans filled the room making her go insane. He started to buck his hips but at this point she didn’t care to correct his as a loud breathy moan left his lips. He would hit her spot repeatedly as his dick shook inside her. Letting her know he was ready. She moved her hips up and down quicker and she felt it. She felt him cum. He practically screamed her name as she rode out his high. The heat coming from the condom being the last thing she needed before she released on him. The feeling leaving her cunt happy and her cum all over his cock as he pulled it out. He removed the condom and tossed it aside, his hands shaking. Before he could do anything else she leaned him back down.
“Let me do this.” She says still wildly out of breath. She put her lips around him and slowly started sucking him clean. She licked him from the base to the head a few last times before quickly bobbing her head in a circular motion, knowing what it would do. He was always quick after the first fuck so he came for the second time that night. Fast. And as his cum enters her mouth spilling down her chin she didn’t care. She placed disgustingly wet and cum induced kisses all over his body till she got to his lips. The sounds of his heaving moans making her smile.
“You taste better.”
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Red Ties
Chapter 36
Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.
Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence
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Sunday came sooner than Mary would have liked. The dread of going to church knowing that Reverend McCarthy would be standing at the podium, giving a speech to his congregation on something that he himself might not believe in. Was he a true worshipper, someone devoting his life to God, or was he just a fake? She had so many mixed feelings about it and him that for the first time in all her life of going to church, even when she was just a couple weeks old, she missed it. 
She would normally leave early to attend the early service; however, at nine o'clock, she was downstairs in James's kitchen, her dressing robe tied tightly around her waist, and stirring a cup of tea. To James's surprise, as he walked in, fastening the last button on his shirt cuff, he stopped mid-step as he saw her there and furrowed his brows. 
"Shouldn't you be at church?" he asked as he came to stand beside her, tilting his head in confusion. Mary gave a sweet smile, almost fake, as she happily chucked the spoon under the tap to give it a quick rinse. 
"No," she said simply, and James gave a short chuckle, a nervous one, as Mary scuffled about the kitchen. 
"It is Sunday, right?" He asked as if he were going crazy, and she nodded. 
"Yeah," she shrugged. 
"Are you going to a later service?" he asked, and she shook her head no. Okay, this was getting werid, he thought. But after everything that had happened over the last couple of days, he shouldn't have expected less. Even after their morning debrief of the night before, Mary wasn't in the mood for church or to see John. 
"But you always go to church on Sundays," he said as if he were hinting at her to go. First the drinking and now skipping chuch, James was beginning to think someone had swapped Mary for a different one.
"I know," she shurgged again, and he sighed softly. He had managed to dogde the bullet on this one for once, giving his sincere apologies to her and hoping she would forgive him. Mary was beginning to understand that no matter how much she wanted to distance herself from this dangerous side of James, it would keep crawling back. Her faith wasn't strong enough to keep her at a safe distance, but even now she was beginning to question that herself. Had John just been a big fat lier to her all this time? 
But leaving James seemed to be harder than following what she knew was morally right. Her love for him was stronger than she thought, and at this point, she had broken so many of her own rules that she was ready to throw them all out the window. Why the fuck not? She might as well start going out every night and partying. If she texted Anya for a night out, her head would literally explode, and she'd be over faster than a cheetah could catch its dinner. 
James was right; it wasn't his place to defend or speak for John. They were two people of their own, and although both of them were involved, it was John who needed to explain himself. For once, James was secretly glad he wasn't on the firing line. 
"Look, I know you're mad at John, but maybe you should give him a chance to explain. It's not like you to not go to church," he said. 
"Well, I've already broken three rules so far, so I might as well throw it all out the window," she said in an almost too cheery voice. 
"He's been your family friend and reverend for years; are you really going to throw that all away without giving him a chance to speak?" That was rich coming from James, and he almost sheilded himself, ready for the blow. but it never came as Mary picked up her tea and padded past him. 
"What's there to talk about? He's obviously involved in that side; you said so yesterday, and if that's who he is, then I don't need him to explain." James followed her upstairs, rushing up to stop her in her tracks as she placed her tea on the side and went for the shower. He took her hands in his, covering them entirely, and looked down into her eyes. 
"Please just give him a chance to explain. He's been your reverend for years, but that doesn't mean he was faking it. Everyone has their reasons, and it wouldn't be fair for you to not let him explain. You let me explain, and I know that you love him dearly. You can't throw years of your faith out the window without letting someone give their reasons; that wouldn't be the Christian thing to do.". 
Fuck, he was right. She hated that he was right. Deep down, she knew this: she knew she couldn't give up years of trust and faith in her god and her reverend without letting them take their side. She was just trying to avoid it. To avoid having to talk yet again about this dangerous world she didn't understand. Trying to avoid John's wisdom and sense and knowing he could turn any situation into a positive. These men and their ways. 
Mary sighed, finally giving up this attitude that she wasn't bothered by all this because she was. Not being at church right now was killing her, and why should she punish God when he had done nothing wrong? 
"I don't even know what to say, though. He's like a second father to me. Since being in this city, he's the only person I could go to with my problems and fears and not be judged by them. After all these years, it feels like it's blown up in front of my face," she admitted, and James softened, shortening his stance slightly.
"Well, maybe don't say and just listen first. You can be angry at me; in fact, I would rather you'd be angry at me, but not him." The fact that James was willing to let the girl he loved take her frustration and anger out on him meant more to her now than it would have been if he said that a couple weeks ago. She knew she needed to give John a chance, but she had hoped it hadn't come so soon. 
The congregation left with smiles and chatter, and the church fell to an eerie silence. John quickly picked up the tattered bibles, stabbing them in his strong arms as he reached the front, dropping them with a heavy thump on the floor to neatly pack away later. It was hot, and he was dying to get out of his robe. The small pattern of shoes alerted him, and he assumed it was one of his parishioners, but as he turned, he went rigid as he met the slightly darkened eyes of Mary. 
"Mary," he spoke with surprise as she stood a few feet away from him, clutching her hands in front of her and shuffled about on her feet. She tried to place a stoic look on her face but failed miserably. 
"Hi," she murmured, and John took a deep breath. He himself had hoped this day wouldn't have come so soon. He was dreading the day would come and hoped it never would, and now it was here, staring him in the face—one he couldn't ignore. 
"Can we go to my office?" He wanted to say it would be more appropriate to talk in there, but after the events of two days ago, he held back that fact, and Mary simply nodded, following him in. The office was boiling, and he excused himself as he peeled off his white robe and hung it on a hook on the wall. 
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," he said as he sat in his office chair slowly, clasping his hands together on the desk. Mary distracted herself by tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. 
"I do," she said softly, but she wasn't sure which one to start with. Silence fell between the both of them, and John cut through it with a deep sigh. 
"I don't blame you for hating me if you do or judging me. But if there is one thing I ask of you, it is to listen. I don't expect you to forgive me so easily; I would never ask that of someone or even forgive me at all if you didn't want to. I have my past, one that I cannot ignore or run from, and if I could have told you in better circumstances, I would have," he admitted. 
"What would you have told me?" he asked. 
"I would have told you who I am and where I come from. It's not easy when you're born into this life; you can't hide from it or run away from it, no matter what you do. Even becoming a reverend didn't mean I'd be free of this life. I hate to use this phrase, but it's in my blood." He slightly chuckled, but Mary didn't respond; she just listened. 
"When I was twelve, my father sat me down and told me that he was the head of an organised crime gang here in Manhattan. I didn't quite understand it then and thought it was all fiction, like those mobster movies you see. At the age of sixteen, I witnessed my first murder. He deserved it, of course, but at that age, you can't quite know how you're going to react."
"From there, I realised who my family was and who I was going to be as I grew older. I wanted to hide, I wanted to run, and I didn't want to believe I was destined for this life. My family was heavily religious, despite our actions. We attended church every Sunday as a normal family, or what people thought was a normal family, and I knew I couldn't give up my faith; I could never".
"I said to my father that if he wants me to be in this life, then he would have to accept my choice to join the church. I think back then I secretly hoped it would give me a way out, but I was surprised to see my father just nod and say, "Okay."
"So I joined the church, became a reverend, and carried on with what was going to come. I've done things that are shameful, and I wish I could say I'm ashamed of them, but I'm not. I never once faked my faith or my love for you or anyone else in the congregation. I want you to know that.".
Silecne fell again, and Mary took a deep breath, blowing through pouted lips. 
"James said you and him have known each other for a while.".
"Yes, our family's knew each other. He and I have done business together, which I'm sure you don't want to hear.".
"Well, the more I don't want to hear about it, the more I do. It seems like I can't get away from it anymore than you can." She slightly smiled at the end, but it fell again. 
"I wish I could have told you, Mary, but I was scared that I would lose you. Not just as a parishioner but as a dear friend. Your family has been with this church for so long, and if I could, I would have told you all sooner, but some things are meant to be left covered. We shouldn't all have to let our demons be known.". 
"When I came to you about James, the first time he told me who he was, did he have any input?" She was scared to ask, but the faint flutter of John's eyes gave her the answer. 
"He loves you so much he didn't want to lose you, and I guess selfishly he knew I could make you stay. But that's James for you; he does this to those he loves. He knew I could get you to give him another chance," he admitted, and Mary sighed. The pieces were all coming together. 
"But I'll be honest, and this isn't me making this up. Over the years, I've become less involved in this life. Luckily, for us, getting older is a way out of it. I'm not as heavily involved as I used to be. James, it is a different story, and that is between both of you, but I only do business if necessary. James and I are old friends, friends with never-ending favours. I do hope one day I'll be able to retire and live in peace, but I don't think I am there yet.".
"So on Friday, was that a favour?" Mary asked, and John nodded.
"James said you didn't want to know the details," he clarified, and she nodded. 
"I did, but it seems like it's getting harder for myself to not be involved.".
For a moment, Mary took everything in. She hadn't realised that despite growing up in a mob gang mafia family, whatever you want to call it, John didn't want this life for himself, and if he was going to be forced into it, he had his own rules about how to live it. Mafia and Christianity don't mix, but John proved the system wrong. And still, while Mary listened to his kind, nuturing voice, he made her accept him for who he is. It sounded like John didn't have much choice in the matter. One thing she couldn't quite understand about this life was that there seemed to be no escape. 
But how could she understand that when she had never experienced how they lived and grew up? 
"I promise you, Mary, that I will be here, as the reverend and devoted Christian that I am, any time of day, to listen and advise on what I can. And if you feel you can't come to me, I accept that fully, but I've given you my truth, my confession, if you will.". 
"Are you sure you're not Catholic, then?" She joked, and he let out a laugh, strong but low, and the tension disappeared. 
"I guess all I can ask for is your forgiveness," he asked softly, holding out his hands and his palms. Mary took a breath. 
If reverend John McCarthy had told her months ago he was actually the son of a mobster family and had it running through his veins, she would have turned the corner as quick as she could and had never returned to this church again. But the last few months had changed her. Meeting James had changed her, and she had learned things she might not have wanted to learn. But this was life. No more fairy tale romance for her waiting on a horse to ride off into the sunset. There are no more love story plots to follow. The books and movies were all wrong. This isn't how life goes. It takes you on an emotional rollercoaster, one you can't seem to stop and get off at. 
"I can't give up all my years of service to you and the church, not after everything that happened with mom and living here on my own. If you had asked me that a few months ago, I would have run out screaming, but I guess this is a life I'm going to have to learn and understand as well." She stood from the desk, John following in her footsteps, and she padded around, standing in front of him for a few seconds before reaching forward and wrapping herself in his arms. 
He hugged her tightly, giving her a squeeze, and she sighed in relief. She felt cleansed. This dreaded conversation was over, and she hoped she wouldn't have to go through it again. even though she wasn't counting on it. Knowing here someone else she knew for years would now turn up and say, 'Oh yeah, I'm also apart of the mafia world'. but she'd worry about that when it comes to it. 
Right now, she was just glad her reverend was back, and although it was going to be tricky to release any pent-up anger she had towardss James and his illegal doings towards John, he was still her reverend and always would be. 
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a vampire's kiss {l.z.}
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WORDCOUNT - 6.1k
Paring - frat!Laurance Zvhal x reader
tw/cw- alcohol, thigh riding, fingering, oral (m and f), protected sex, edging, sorta softdom!laurance, facial, pet names, marking, biting, very minor hair pulling, multiple orgasms, pussydrunk!laurance, dumbification
Not grammar checked sorry! >~<
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Halloween was just around the corner. In the college town that meant children trick-or-treating, spooky decorations being hung up, and the town’s Halloween festival. However, for the students of Falcon Claw university, this meant many parties. The week before Halloween was like any other for you, classes, going home, hanging out with all your friends, especially your best friend Travis, then rinse, and repeat. 
Travis and you arrived at class early to find your favorite seat and to talk with some privacy. “Soooo y/n..My frat is gonna have this totally epic party this weekend and I think you should come!” He was always too energetic in the mornings. “Hmm well are there going to be any vampires there?” Travis raised an eyebrow at you and gave you a look of confusion.
You leaned in and whispered into his ear as more students walked in. “Travis I have a thing for vampire, if there’s one there I’ll fuck them.” Travis’ jaw dropped and he whipped his head towards you letting out a gasp. “Y/N! You naughty girl!” He laughed at you and as the teacher walked in. He knew exactly who he had to tell about this.
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Laurance arrived at the frat house and headed to his shared room with Garroth as he passed Travis and you leaving Travis’ room. He didn’t know what was going on between you two. The two of you claimed to be best friends but knowing Travis, he wasn’t sure how he could only be friends with someone as beautiful as you. 
He heard the front door close and Travis peeked around the corner. “Laurancee you’ll never guess what good news y/n told me!” He said in a sing-songy voice that never failed to annoy Laurance. “So you know how you like her?” Laurance’s eyes widened at that. 
“How did you know what Travis..?” Travis scoffed and gave him a mischievous smile. “You don’t try hard to hide it. I see you making heart eyes at her everytime she comes over but anyways, she said she’d get with anyone dressed as a vampire if you know what I mean. Just wanted to tell you!” He winked as he ran off. Sometimes Laurance wondered what was wrong with that boy. Also though..he would keep that in mind.
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Inside one of the bathrooms of the frat was Laurance, Aphmau dressed as a purple werewolf, and Lucinda dressed as some anime character that nobody could name off the top of their head. He sat on the toilet lid in his vampire costume as Aphmau carefully did his makeup. “Laurance, stay still!! The makeup is gonna get on your clothes!!” He wasn’t used to getting makeup put on him and the brush Aphmau was using to make him look paler tickled. “Yeah, don’t mess up the costume I made you. Why’d you ask for it and for us to help you on such short notice?” Lucinda questioned while tilting his head. Honestly he felt a little foolish doing all this for you but I’d be worth it. 
“Y/N said she likes vampires!” Travis interjected as he peeked his head into the bathroom and flashed a cheeky smile. He then quickly left before any questions could be asked. Aphmau let out a more exaggerated gasp than Lucinda as they both asked. “You like y/n?” He nodded his head before a quick careful was yelled at him. “Laurance why didn’t you tell us we could have helped! You know I’m like the matchmaker!” The ravenette scolded him.
He sighed before he spoke. “I just didn’t want everyone to know. Can you help me?” Aphmau squealed as the two girls agreed to. Finishing up his makeup, Aphmau added small designs to make him look, in her words, like a sexier Edward Cullen. He looked in the mirror to see and even he had to admit he looked more handsome than usual.
After putting on his cape and parting ways from the girls was the final part of his look, the fangs he ordered online. He didn’t really understand the hype of vampires but from what he had seen online and asked, girls liked the appeal of danger and getting bitten. Putting them in he felt a bit silly again and really questioned if this was all worth it. His thoughts were interrupted by his roommate Garroth. 
“Bro you look good but I thought you were gonna be Ghostface?” He sat on the bed next to him and smiled. “Ah man change of plans, you look right at home as a cowboy.” Laurance laughed as his worries went to the back of his mind. If he was like this for the rest of the party and just stopped worrying so much tonight would go smoothly. 
Garroth got up from the bed and motioned him to follow as the party was about to start. Some people were already there but it was about to hit full swing. Aphmau and Lucinda waved him over as he came down stairs to talk about their plan.He saw Travis slip out right before the clock hit nine, where waves of many people filed into the house. He tried to look at the people coming in but none of them were you.
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You arrive at the party well after it was in full swing. You were still on the fence about going until Travis appeared at your front door. “Y/N there’s a vampire waiting for you at the party!” After that you threw together a slutty sleeping beauty costume, which really consisted of a short pink dress with some white and gold accents and a crown on your head. 
Now at the party you didn’t really know what to do. Aphmau was talking to you but you were scanning the crowd for your vampire. Travis was pushing through the crowd to find you. “Y/N! Mr. Vampire is over there!!” He yelled barely enough to hear over the music while pointing. 
You turned your head to see a tall sandy haired man talking to Lucinda. A black cape was draped over his long figure. You saw him turn his head towards your direction to see that your Mr. Vampire was Laurance, one of Travis’ friends. 
Laurance had caught your eye over the time you had known the group, never being too close to each other. He was handsome with his blue eyes that reminded you of the ocean. His olive skin always looked like he had just gotten away from the beach. The warm smile he always gave you in the brief moments you talked. The way he smelled, and your favorite thing, the intense gaze he had when you two met eyes during group hangouts. 
Now in his costume you couldn't see the warm guy you had grown to kinda know, but you would be lying if you said he didn't look good. The white
makeup made his skin paler but you wondered if you could make him sweat it off. The blood around his mouth made his lips pop out more, they looked soft. 
You took a sip of your drink for courage and started to head your way to him. “Laurance she's coming this way, take this." Lucinda put a vile labeled ‘liquid confidence’ into his hand and walked away. He popped it open and chugged it, feeling an additional sense of self-assurance he felt a tap on his arm. 
He turned around to see you. He was stunned at how gorgeous you looked. All doubts he had before were long forgotten as the off the shoulder dress led his eye directly to your cleavage. He glanced down and noticed just how short the dress was, stopping mid thigh. He let out a wow under his breath. 
“Hey, your Laurance right? Wanna dance with me?” You leaned in so that you wouldn't have to yell. He nodded as you grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. This being your first party in forever and always only dancing with your friends you weren't sure how to even dance together. 
Your feelings of indecisiveness melted away under the feeling of warm hands on your hips from behind you. Turning to see him, Laurance pulled you closer and started to sway your hips to the beat of the song. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. 
“You look really pretty tonight princess.” It was so simple but something as simple as that turned you on much more than you'd like to admit. The minutes and songs blurred together as dancing with him was the only thing that mattered at the moment. 
However it couldn't last forever and he offered to get a drink before dancing more. Waiting outside the packed kitchen for him to return, Aphmau approached you. “Hii y/n!!! I saw you dancing with Laurance!" She said, raising her eyebrows in a knowing way. 
“Isn't he just the besttt? He's sooo cool and a really really good guy. You guys would be super duper cute together.” You nodded giggling as she spoke, sounding very drunk. It wasn't long after more babbling about Laurance that she was pulled away by Aaron and Laurance came back. 
      “Hey princess, ready to get back to dancing?” He said while you turned to face him and he handed you a drink. His back was facing the light coming from the kitchen and was only illuminated by the flashing party lights. This is the first time tonight you had really gotten a good look at him, and maybe you thought this because you had been deprived of sex for so long, but if the room wasn’t full of people now you would’ve jumped into his arms and begged him to fuck you, but that wouldn’t be happening, at least for now.
“Are you calling me princess because you don’t remember my name??” You asked, trying to tease seeing if this confidence was just an act. However you were quickly proven wrong as he pulled you close to him. Your head was pushed against his chest as he whispered into your ear. “Y/N I could never forget the name of a beauty like you.”
A heat crept over your whole body, he had such a way with words. He loosened his grip on you so he could look at you, but kept his arms wrapped around your waist. He leaned down making your faces inches away from each other. “Princess can I..?”
The moment was interrupted by the two of you getting bumped by someone, after all you were still standing by one of the entrances to the kitchen. “OH MY IRENE I’m so sorry Y/N-chan and Laurance-kun!!!” Kawaii-chan, in a pink anime costume you couldn’t bother to recognize, apologized. 
“Kitty watch where you’re going!” Behind her was one of the other boys from the frat that you thought was her boyfriend, Zane. He was dressed completely the opposite of her in a grim reaper costume. Which would be funny seeing them together if they hadn’t just ruined your kiss. “It’s fine Kawaii-Chan.” Laurance said with some annoyance in his voice. She apologized again and ran off with Zane outside. 
Although the mood was ruined, your feelings for him at that moment were not. If he was to just steal a quick kiss and go back to dancing with you it would be enough in your opinion, even though you and him both know you want more. Before anything else could happen Travis placed a hand on your shoulder. 
“Heyyy y/n! You having fun??” You could tell he was slightly drunk by the slurring of his speech. “You don’t mind if I take her rightt Laurance??” He said, pulling you away before the other could say anything. Why was everyone trying to disrupt you two right as things were getting good?
“Travis what the fuck! Why’d you pull me away?? We were about to kiss..” You said super annoyed at the second distraction tonight. All you wanted to do was make what you told Travis come true with a super hot vampire. You rolled your eyes as he realized what he did.
“Oh my IRENE I did not mean to..Well my bestest friend have fun.. But not too much fun!” He pushed you back into Laurance’s direction. Pushing through the crowd you could barely see him, not because Travis took you far, but because lots of party goers decided to migrate to the kitchen to get drinks. It’s like the universe was trying to keep you apart right now.
You felt a hand grab your wrist, it was Laurance after he saw you and decided to just head your way. He pulled you through the crowd towards the stairs. He muttered something under his breath before being stopped mid crowd. This time it was Garroth and Laurance let out a very annoyed groan.
“What is it Garroth?” Garroth opened his mouth to say something but he saw you trailing behind Laurance and closed it again. He thought for a second before whispering something to Laurance that you couldn’t hear. All you saw was the annoyance washing off Laurance and him nodding his head. “3:30..ok got it.” He repeated back.
You didn’t know what that was about but you did notice Laurance switch from holding your wrist to your hand, which made your face heat up. As he continued to lead you up the stairs you peeked into the crowd and saw Travis winking and giving you a thumbs up, you laughed and winked back. Leading you through the less crowded hallway you saw many doors closed and some people you knew in the cracks of slightly open doors.
Finally at the end of the hall you arrived at Laurance’s room. You had seen most of the other rooms except for this one, which was the one you were most curious about. Would his side of the room be clean and mature like him? Or maybe you would see that he’s super nerdy and the opposite of what you’ve expected.
The door opened and you were pulled into the room. You looked around and honestly it was nothing too special , green sheets on the bed, some posters of things he liked. Being so busy inspecting his room you didn’t notice him let go of your wrist and the door closing made you jump, he had also shed his cape and red suit vest leaving him in his white button up and black pants. He let out a chuckle which just made you all fuzzy inside. Seriously, how had he not had a girlfriend by now?
“Finally I’ve got you to myself.” He said as he hugged you from behind. His embrace was warm and comforting, you could get used to this. “Princess, I really like you.” He said turning you around and leaning down to eye level. “Can I..?” You didn’t even know what to say, it’s like all the words you’d ever known disappeared from your brain, you thought this would be a one night stand but him saying those words gave you hope for more. With a blank mind you just nodded your head yes.
He closed the gap between you two and it felt like fireworks were going off in your stomach. You had thought about this moment in passing maybe once or twice but never thought it would actually happen, or even be this good. He placed one hand on the back of your head and tightened the one around your waist to deepen the kiss. You tangled your hands into his slicked back sandy hair messing it up as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. 
Without noticing he started to lead you towards his bed. You became aware of this when the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell backwards onto the bed without breaking the kiss. As the kiss went on the needier and sloppier it got. He switched the positions to where you were now placed on one of his thighs as he sat on the edge of the bed. 
Both of his hands were placed on your hips and helped you gently rock back and forth. You gasped, breaking the kiss for the first time since you locked lips. You laid your forehead on his shoulder as you let out small, quiet moans directly into his ear. You let out a remarkably loud moan as he bit into your exposed neck with his fangs. He bit in a number of other spots on your neck a few more times before starting to suck leaving small marks around your neck. 
You wrapped your arms around him the best you could to stabilize yourself to speed up. The feeling of the fabric of your panties and his jeans rubbing against your clit was addicting. As it continued you start to feel arousal bubbling and a burn in your thighs from moving yourself.
Slowing down as you felt yourself wearing out Laurance bit you neck again and stopped moving, making you yelp and whine from a lack of friction. “C’mon princess don’t give up on me now, I know you're close I can hear it.” He said as he sped up the movements of his hands again. You were falling apart in his hands like putty, and you prayed to Irene that it wouldn’t be the last time.
You don’t know how much more of this you could take. Between his fluctuating speed of moving you, all the marks he was leaving on you, and the praises he gave you you were teetering on the edge of an orgasm. You were thankful your moans were drowned out from everyone else at the party with the blaring, but muffed for you, music. 
Everytime you signaled your peak to Laurance he slowed you down making you whine again. It happened more times than you could count as your head spinned with the intoxicating cycle till you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Laurance please” You whined, just a little bit more and you would’ve cum but now your orgasm had been ruined “Please don’t stop again please” You begged him lifting your head from his shoulder and looking at him with watery eyes. The cocky smile he had dropped and a worried look appeared on his face. He captured you into a tight embrace.“I’m so sorry princess you sounded so pretty I couldn’t help it, you ok?” You nodded sniffling, as your face fell back into his shoulder. 
He let you go and held your hips again tightly, this time determined to make you cum. He started moving you again, building up his pace. You held him tight as you scratched his back through his shirt leaving marks that stung. The familiar feeling of pleasure starting to boil over had appeared. All you could do was tap his back to warn him before your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, you swore you saw stars.
When you came back from the high you released him from the tight squeeze you didn’t realize you had stuck him in. “Don't let go now, we're just getting started." He said as he laid you down onto the bed. 
He lowered himself until you couldn't see head below your skirt. He licked a strip over your clothed pussy as you let out a whine. He pulled down your panties with his teeth making direct eye contact with you. 
He threw them somewhere behind him. Nervousness and arousal bubbled in your stomach as his fangs grazed your thigh. He licked another stripe into your wet fold. His tongue flicking your sensitive clit sent waves of pleasure flowing through your body. 
You tangled your fingers into his hair, messing it up more than you already had. You pulled him closer and spread your legs wider. His tongue poked at your hole, making your legs shake. Being so sensitive from your prior orgasm you were sent over the edge by him sucking and flicking his tongue over your clit. He licked up everything you gave him as you rode out another orgasm on his face. 
He lifted his head, seeing that all the makeup around his mouth to chin had been smudged in some parts and completely washed off in others. The only cohesive part of it was that it was shiny from your juices. Your head was just spinning from the sight of this. 
“Ready to give up yet princess?” He said with a smirk. He just couldn't get enough of you, if you would let him he would've stayed between your legs forever drinking up every sweet drop you gave him. But you both wanted something more satisfying than that. 
You shook your head in disagreement. Giving up and ending this was the last thing you wanted to to, especially since there was no guarantee for a next time. Even though you were weak, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up towards your face to kiss him again. Locking lips, you could taste yourself but honestly you didn’t mind.
His hands roamed your body until his left found a place on your boob and his right went under your dress. You gasped and moaned into the kiss as two of his fingers entered you. Your back arched as your chest hit his. You moaned out his as he sped up the pace of his fingers.
His fingers curled and hit just the right spot, it was like he knew your body like the back of his hand. “L-Laurance��please” You gasped out, he hummed in response too occupied with moving his finger to actually speak. With every movement a loud wet squelch could be heard. Your head started to spin with all the pleasure you had felt within the last hour.
You had completely forgotten what you were going to say to him as you lost the ability to speak long ago but it’s like he knew what you were going to say. “After this just one more ok princess?” You nodded weakly, his fingers made you lose all strength you had ever had. Each time he moved his fingers in and out of you, another orgasm threatened to spill out of you. 
You squeezed him tight again as you came, unable to count how many times this has happened. As you panted heavily he rolled over next to you leaning against the headboard of the bed, giving you some time to breathe. “Can you give me one more y/n?” You lazily nodded, however you wanted to return the favor before that.
You reached for his pants and sluggishly struggled a couple times to take them off due to your shaking hands. He smiled at your desperation and helped you by quickly unbuttoning them and pulling them and his boxers off, throwing them somewhere with the rest of the rest of the disregarded clothes. He looked absolutely tasty only in his button up and with his fanged smile. Looking at his dick you practically drooling as you grabbed it. Quickly you shuffled to be in between his legs and licked the precum off his tip. He let out a groan as you sucked it and slowly started to bob your head up and down his length. 
Whatever didn’t fit into your mouth was in your hand, which was moving in unison with your head. He thought just giving you pleasure and hearing you moan was enough, but this was his own personal heaven. He held the hair falling into your face back as he let out more delicious sounds. Praises fell from his lips like a prayer giving you an incentive to quicken your pace. 
Even though this was mostly for him you deeply enjoyed it as well. You loved hearing all the sounds and praises he let slip out from his soft lips. You also loved that now he was falling apart just as you had not too long ago. It was the confidence boost you needed to deep throat him and swallow around him. He pulled you up by the hair making you let out a moan as his nut landed on your face.
“Sorry princess, you just look so pretty with it on your face.” He said between pants. You swiped your thumb over the slit to gather some cum as he reached into his side drawer to grab a condom, making a small groan come out from his mouth. He looked back to see you eating what you had collected on your finger and a heat spread across his body.
You watched with careful eyes as he ripped the condom package open and slid it onto his dick. He leaned to give you a quick kiss one last time before pulling you from out between his legs. You positioned yourself gripping on his shoulders  and slowly lowered yourself onto him, wincing in pain as you slowly sank down. He had done his best to stretch you out with everything before but, his dick was bigger than his fingers. You buried your face into his chest, smearing his cum onto his shirt, you felt so full.
You let out a breath and gave him a signal to start moving. He thrusted upwards into you as he held your hips tightly to keep you somewhat still. He didn’t waste any time quicking speeding his pace. “God y/n, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He moaned out. All you could do was reply with a muffled moan, that wasn’t muffled just quite enough and he could still clearly hear and he thanked Irene he could.
Every thrust into you he could feel your boobs bounce against him which egged him on more. He had fucked all the sense out of you and you let him use you as essentially a sex toy. All you could think of and say in the moment was him and his name. You had unbuttoned, or better described as ripped off the first couple of buttons on his shirt to feel more of his warmth. You melted under every single one of his touches. 
The constant drag of him against your walls was almost too much for you to handle. He overwhelmed all your senses, you felt him all over, his cologne hit your nose every once in a while, all you could hear or think of was him,  and the taste of him lingering on your tongue. At this point he was slamming into you and every slam would release a loud moan from the both of you. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and the  sounds of sex that you would definitely hear and make pretty obvious what was going on if you stood outside the door.
A multitude of orgasms had hit you but you just couldn’t get enough. Everytime he would even consider slowing down you begged him not to. The sense of time or space had long been gone for you two. Everything blurred together and the only thing keeping you grounded was the constant pleasure running through Your veins. Your head began spinning again from pleasure and you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, folding and putting all your weight against him. “Just one more ok y/n?” He said in a smooth, chocolatey voice that you just couldn’t resist and let out a sound in agreement. 
He switched positions once again to have you lay under him after noticing how weak you were. He began to move again and a few quick thrusts almost sent you over the edge again, however he noticed this and began his sick trick of trying to delay the inevitable. For every few quick thrust were many agonizingly slow ones to string you along a little longer. He couldn’t help it. You looked so beautiful underneath him and he never wanted the moment to end. The way the makeup you put on much earlier in the night was smudged and mixed with his, the hickeys and bite marks on your neck, the way you called out his name, the face you made as you came,  and your stupid little dress he couldn’t believe he hadn’t ripped off you the moment you were alone were all too captivating to him. It could, and would, never get enough of it.
“Lauranceee, please stop teasing” You whined out, this time the edging felt like death. Everytime your sweet release was placed in front of you it was swiftly stolen away. You couldn’t handle anymore of this. “Only if you beg princess.” He said between pants, this is something he desperately wanted to hear. You honestly didn’t know if your brain could process doing that, being so blank.
“Please Laurance please I’ll be a good girl, just please let me cum.” You begged like your life depended on it. He let out a soft sigh and sped up, almost slamming into you once again. His olive skin glistened under the soft light illuminating from a smaller desk lamp next to his bed. You both wished the moment could last forever, it felt like a little secret you two shared underneath the moonlight hidden away from everyone else.
“Can I cum?” You asked desperately, tightly closing your eyes as he hummed in approval. This one was the most intense one out of all of them. You could wear your vision went white as he fucked you through your orgasm and you felt a warm liquid seep into your body. Tears streamed down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure running through your body. You never thought you would come down from it, of course though you did. 
He pulled out of you and tied up the condom, throwing it into a nearby trash can. Your legs felt so heavy you didn’t think you would be able to move them for the next couple days. “Was I the vampire you've been dreaming of?" He asked panting next to you. Not realizing what he said you nodded in agreement, too out of it for the words to really set in.
           You closed your eyes and reached out next to you for him, noticing that he got up. Your eyes slowly opened to see him in his closet grabbing a towel, noticing he had almost magically put on a fresh pair of boxers. He walked back over to you and started to take off your dress to clean you up. He wiped everywhere as clean as he could get it. His words sunk in and embarrassment spread over your body. “Wait Laurance, how did you know about that?” He feigned a look of innocence.
“Know about what?” You could tell he was obviously lying with that tone of voice. “About the vampires..How did you know I wanted to be with a vampire tonight?” He shrugs, smiling as he took out his fake teeth. “A little birdie told me.” He said in a teasing tone. You knew exactly who he was talking about, Travis. You weren’t complaining but questioned why they had planned this. If he had just told you his feelings you would’ve accepted his feelings, Aphmau wasn’t lying when she said he was a great guy.
He squatted next to the bed to be eye level with you.“Alright I’m done teasing, Y/n I have two questions for you. One, do you want to put back on the dress or wear something more comfortable?” You chose the second option as the dress was too short and tight to wear comfortably after everything you had done tonight. “Two, do you want to go home or stay here?” You softly scoffed, even though you did want to see him all cozy in your small apartment and lay in your much bigger bed, you probably couldn’t. Your body, mostly your legs, felt so heavy and you were absolutely exhausted. You told him pretty much everything you just thought.
“Well I could and would get you back home if you really wanted to.” As much as you would love to have that you would just rather stay here and you shook your head no. He got up and got you both a pair of his pajama pants as well as a shirt. “Do you want to borrow underwear too? I think yours are a little bit of a mess right now.” He said with a slight laugh, turning to face you. You nodded and he came back to help you get dressed.
He helped you sit up and slip everything on, it all smelled like him leaving an amazing aroma around you. He settled into the bed next to you, up until now you didn’t realize how tight of a squeeze it was. You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You guys looked like a couple and you loved it, which sparked a thought into your head.
“Laurance, tonight was amazing and I was just wondering if we could actually start going out?” He left out a warm laugh as he hummed in agreement. “You know usually you're supposed to do that before you have sex.” You giggled as you drifted off into sleep.
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You woke as you heard the sound of someone trying to get into the room. You looked at the clock on the nightstand to see it read 3:30am. Assuming it was just someone from the party that was still going on outside looking for a room you tried to fall back asleep on Laurance. Until they were persistently jangling at the doorknob. You gently shook your now boyfriend awake. “Honey there’s someone trying to get in.” The pet name had just slipped out your mouth, it was a happy accident.
He slowly awoke and cupped your face, giving you a quick peck on the lips“Honey? I like it, but who would even..” He glanced at the clock before panic sprung onto his face. He jumped up from the bed and quickly began cleaning up the clothes and hiding them away. You heard an aggravated sigh from the other side of the door before a bang against the door jolted you up right. “Laurance if you don’t let me in I swear to Irene.”
You recognized that voice, it was Laurance’s roommate Garroth. Laurance ran to unlock and open the door greeting him with a smile. Garroth pushed past him to grab a few things. He quickly greeted you before turning to Laurance. “No offense to you two but I am not sleeping in here tonight.” He said and left as quickly as he came closing the door behind him. The dots connected together in your head as you remembered their earlier conversation.
Laurance crawled back into bed with you and cuddled back up. His arms made you feel safe again and his warmth was a warm welcome compared to the cold air that filled the room. However, this time you couldn’t fall back to sleep as easily as he did. Your heart was beating hard enough it rang in your ears. You were too delusional to realize but you were cuddling with a very attractive man.
You looked up at him and all you could think of was how his tongue had split you open hours earlier. You began to squirm thinking about the memories, trying to get them out of your head. This led to him waking up again, you apologized as he sat up. “You ok y/n?” He sounded very worried about you. You blushed and couldn’t meet his eyes. “Just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.”
“Why? Can’t stop thinking about me? Princess I’m right here no need to imagine.” He pulled you into a kiss and put his hands on your thighs, he just couldn’t get enough of you. You pulled away knowing if you let it go on any longer you wouldn’t get any sleep all night and your body was still affected by your prior actions. “I think we should head to bed. We can do whatever my imagination comes up with tomorrow, I’m not going anywhere.”
He sighed in agreement as he laid back down as he held you tight. After some sleepy play fighting, you entangled your legs together having one over the other. He held your face and looked at you in such a loving way you didn’t know was possible and gave you one last kiss before you drifted off into sleep.
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Teasing - E.M
Pairing: Eddie Munson x glasses wearing!Reader​
Warnings: Teasing by the Hellfire boys, smut, oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it up,bitches), cream pie (again,wrap it up), 18+ only minors will be zapped out of here by the power of Thor
Reader has bad vision but usually wears contacts to avoid being teased. One day, reader loses a contact and is forced to wear their glasses to Hellfire.
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Hanging out with a bunch of boys wasn’t all it cracked up to be sometimes. While Eddie was the easiest on me the other Hellfire boys were less so. Their teasing never went too far and usually if it seemed to be heading towards too much Eddie was quick to shut them up. Besides, I got my fair few shots in against the boys. Sometimes with Eddie’s assistance. It was Friday, so there was Hellfire tonight. The new freshmen were doing well in their first campaign with Eddie and I could see the adoration on their faces when they looked at him. They had been so nervous and eager when they joined the club but I was proud that Eddie had picked them up. Being a freshman was hard enough as it is. Those two never really got into poking fun at me. Possibly, in fear of Eddie. 
One subject that I had been teased for in the past was clothing. Sometimes when I wore a skirt they would poke fun at me being girly despite the fact I wore tights with them every time. So I had vowed to never, ever wear my glasses to school. On weekends at home I had my glasses but anytime I went out I had my contacts in. I knew the jokes would come if the guys saw my glasses. I didn’t even want to think about what Eddie would think about them. The crush I had on him wouldn’t be able to handle it if he teased me for my glasses. None of them even knew I had bad vision since I always had contacts in. I went to great lengths to make sure I had an extra pair in my bag in case anything happened.
Today felt like any other day. Besides the fact that my contacts were a bit uncomfortable. They were old. I had to switch them out but I had no more pairs at home and didn’t want to touch my emergency pair. After school once Eddie dropped me home I’d be back in my glasses again anyway and mom should have more pairs for me by then. All through the day though the contacts were uncomfortable. I rubbed my eyes a few times, trying to get them to feel less irritated but it only helped mildly before they were uncomfortable again.
The day was almost over at least. I was fed up with the feeling of the contacts though and decided to flush them with a bit of water. That sometimes helped. Before my next class I pushed into the girls bathroom and put my bag on the ground. I washed my hands well before going for my eye. I gently pushed down on the contact, moving it until it popped out before turning the tap on gently. I gently rinsed the small lens in the water before lifting it to put it back into my eye. As I did, the contact rolled and fell off of my finger right into the flowing water of the sink.
“No!” The contact slipped right down into the drain. “Shit!” I whined, shutting off the tap. I grabbed my bag, moving to the sink beside the one I used and placing my bag in it. I rooted around in the inner pocket for my spare contacts and froze. They weren’t there. “What the fuck?” I wondered out loud, frantically looking in each pocket. The contacts were nowhere to be seen. I blinked, trying to remember when I had used them. Two weeks ago. When I told mom I needed another pair. I had to use them as my last pair. I groaned, running my hands over my face. I looked around. Half my vision was fine, half was blurry. I couldn’t play D&D like this. I’d be having to close one eye all the time to even see across the board. I sighed, slowly reaching into the backpack and pulling out my glasses. I always took them with me to school in case something dumb like this ever happened. I reached into my other eye, pulling the contact out and tossing it into the trash. I sighed, unfolding my glasses and sliding them onto my face. I quickly put my bag on my back and left the bathroom.
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It was a miracle I saw none of the guys during my last two classes. I didn’t have those classes with any of them but I hadn’t run into any of them in the hallways. I knew there was no saving me for Hellfire. If I tried to make an excuse not to play, it would make them curious and Eddie would be concerned. If I didn’t show up at all I’d probably have Eddie at my house coming to check on me. There was no point. So when it came time for Hellfire, I slowly made my way to the drama room. Never before had I been hesitant to go to Hellfire. I pushed the door open, descending into the Hellfire room and going to my seat at Eddie’s left. The boys were chatting as per usual. I sat down and took out my binder for D&D, realizing it had gone quiet. When I looked up all the boys were staring at me.
“What?” I asked them.
“Who are you?!” Jeff immediately screamed.
I rolled my eyes at the giggles at the table. The only one not there was Eddie which meant I was doomed for right now. “Jeff, stop!” I whined.
“What’s your name, stranger?”
“You know my name, asshole. Y/N.” I snapped.
“Noooo our Y/N doesn’t have four eyes. Just two.” Gareth giggled as he tapped the side of my frames.
I swatted at his hand. “Fuck off, Emerson.” I grumbled.
“I think they look nice…” Dustin cut in quietly, shrinking a little under the gaze of Gareth, Jess and Aaron.
“Thank you, Dustin.” I told him with a small smile. The kid was sweet and at least him and Mike wouldn’t bother me.
The door to the Hellfire room opened. “Sorry, guys. Had to hit the bathroom.” Eddie announces as he walked around the long table to get to his throne.
“Dungeon Master, we have an intruder.” Aaron snickered to himself.
“Or it’s a doopleganger.” Gareth added. I crossed my arms over my chest and scoffed.
“I think I’m on Eddie’s team for the rest of this campaign. Fuck you guys. I’m only helping Dustin and Mike.” I snapped at them, not even risking looking at Eddie.
It seemed I had no choice when calloused fingers gently grabbed my chin and turned my head. Eddie smiled softly and shrugged. “I think it looks cute.” He answered, letting go of my chin.
“Cute?” Jeff questioned with a raised brow.
“Yeah. Cute. Kinda sexy even. Like a sexy librarian vibe.” Eddie told him, “And considering that Y/N is the most attractive one at this table besides yours truly every day, I think you all should zip it.” Eddie looked at me and smirked. “Happy to have you on my team though, princess. Now, let’s get playing.”
I tried to ignore the fire in my face.
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True to my word, I didn’t help Gareth, Jeff or Aaron at all that evening. I only helped Dustin and Mike. It even resulted in Jeff’s character dying in the campaign. I grinned at him accompanying Eddie’s devious cackle as he knocked Jeff’s character figurine over. He gave Jeff a simple: perhaps you shouldn’t piss off your healer.
After the game was over, the guys said goodbye and headed out with their things. I stayed behind like usual to help Eddie cleanup from the night. I packed away my things before grabbing a trash bag and tossing cans of soda alongside candy wrappers into it. “Thank you for the help with the guys, by the way. You didn’t have to go so far with what you said but I appreciate the backup.” I told Eddie as I leaned across the table to grab an empty can. 
Eddie stopped his movements as he folded up the playing field. “What?” He asked me.
I figured that what Eddie had said was just said in exaggeration to get the guys off of my back. Not that any of it was actually true. I shrugged my shoulders. “The whole sexy thing that you said. I know you were just trying to get the guys off of my back.” I murmured.
Eddie stared back at me before gently setting down the playing field. He walked around the table, taking the bag of garbage from me. “Y/N, Y/N,” He sighed. I squeaked as suddenly I was lifted onto the table. I looked up at Eddie curiously. He nudged my knees apart, standing between them. His lips slotted against mine quickly. His kiss was harsh and heated, sending my head spinning as I kissed him back. His hands gently rested on my hips, tongue teasing against my lower lip. I whimpered, a growl coming from deep in Eddie’s chest in response. He pulled away for a second before leaning in, teeth nipping at my lower lip. “I meant every word. God, you know how often the guys tease me about you?” He chuckled, “The glasses are doing it for me, babe. You look so fucking hot in them. You always do. The guys have been on my ass about doing something for ages.” He admitted, a pink flush settling over his cheeks. His thumbs gently rubbed at my hips. He smiled softly, reaching and pushing my glasses up on top of my head before kissing me slower and deeper this time. I reached up, gently taking his face in my hands as I kissed him back. His body pressed closer as I wiggled towards the edge of the table more to feel his body against mine.
“Took you long enough.” I mumbled against his lips, smiling when he laughed.
“Is it better to move the glasses before I kiss you or what?” He asked, placing gentle kisses on my lips.
“Definitely move them. Don’t want them in the way.” I answered, “Not that I plan on wearing them around you guys regularly now. Not after that.”
“Not even if I give you something every time you wear them?”
“Like a kiss?”
“Mm, something like that.” He grinned, pressing a gentle kiss against my throat before one of his hands teased my inner thigh.
A gasp left my lips and heat settled over my face. “Eddie,” I breathed, whining at the kiss to my throat again. 
“God, please do that again.” He groaned and picked his head back up to kiss me deeply. 
“You know how to make it happen again.” I challenged before thinking about it.
A second later Eddie was on his knees. “I’ve been waiting so long to do this,” He grinned up at me, pulling at the laces on my sneakers before pulling them off of my feet. 
“Oh, my god.” I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re that eager?”
“Yes!” Eddie answered, kissing my knee gently. “If it’s going too fast-”
“Eddie,”
“Yeah?”
“Keep going.”
Eddie stared at me before a grin spread over his lips, his hands moving to the button of my jeans and popping them open before working the jeans down over my thighs. “God, I love your fucking thighs. Just wanna bite them.” He groaned softly, nuzzling his face against my inner thigh. A second later, his teeth sank into the supple flesh and I moaned. His warm tongue laved over the new indentations in my skin. He then worked his way up, leaving behind kisses and tiny bites on my thighs as he moved. I opened my legs wider, leaning back on my hands as I watched him. I bit my lip, groaning softly as he pressed a kiss over my clothed pussy. A second later his teeth latched onto the waistband of my panties, tugging them down. His hands sought out the back of them and I lifted my ass off the table so he could remove them further. Eddie moved down, still using his mouth as he got my panties off of my ankles. When he sat up, they were still between his teeth. He took them from his teeth and grinned, shoving them into his front pocket. 
“I’m never getting those back, huh?” I asked and he shook his head. 
“Nope.” He laughed before moving back between my thighs. His nose nuzzled against my thigh and he groaned softly. “Such a pretty thing. Fuck, I coulda been doing this for so long. I’m gonna have to make up for lost time, princess.” Eddie babbled, his finger moving between my folds. A soft whine left my lips as I wiggled my hips, needing more. He spread my wetness over my folds and gently over my clit before leaning in and licking a long stripe from my needy hole to the sensitive bundle of nerves. I gasped at the feeling of his tongue against me. Then it was like he was a starving man. His tongue quickly lapped between my legs, devouring me like he had never had food in his fucking life. The whines and moans fell louder from my lips as I rocked my hips against his face. Eddie’s hands tightly gripped my thighs, trying to prevent me from going too far from him with my movements. One hand disappeared from my leg and his finger quickly sank into me. I squealed his name, ignoring the chuckle the sound I made pulled from him. He pumped his finger in time with his tongue flicking across my clit. My body felt hot as my orgasm careened toward me faster and faster. My chest heaved, feeling over stimulated and at the same time wanting more from him at once. 
“Eddie!” I whined, “P-Please, I need- I need-” I gasped, unable to get the words out. Eddie’s head lifted from between my thighs and looked at me curiously.
“Tell me what you need, baby. I’ll give it to you.” He purred, “You’re being so good for me.”
“Y-You, please. Please!” I gasped.
Eddie was on his feet in a second. His finger pulled from me and I whined at the loss. Said finger was in his mouth a second later, groaning as he sucked my juices off of his finger. “Fuck, princess. You taste like Heaven.” He groaned, kissing me hard. 
I moaned against his lips, immediately pawing at his jeans. I found the hard outline of his cock through his jeans, gently rubbing it as my other hand popped the button of his jeans open.I smirked as he moaned against my lips, his hips moving forward looking for more. I pulled down his zipper a second later before using both hands to tug his jeans down. His tongue tangled with mine as I parted my lips, groaning tasting myself on his tongue. I pushed his boxers down, feeling his hands help me push both offending materials down further to expose his length to me. My hand immediately found him, stroking him slowly. I grinned as Eddie broke our kiss and moaned, head tilting down onto my shoulder as he cursed. I gently nudged him back before leaning down, letting a glob of spit free to run down his length. I gathered my spit, using it to work his length with my hand. 
“Jesus Christ, baby.” Eddie groaned, watching my hand work along his length. He lifted his head, gripping my chin again as he had before. “Open.” He growled. I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out for him. He leaned in and spat into my mouth. “Swallow it. There ya go, good girl.” He groaned as he watched me swallow it. “You’re mine. All mine, my dirty girl. Fuck, such a good girl.” He groaned, kissing me hard. “I need to be in you, princess. Please? Let daddy in.” He breathed against my lips. 
“Please, please Eddie.” I moaned, my hand working him quicker. Eddie quickly moved my hand off of his length. He grabbed at my thighs, pulling my legs around his hips. He reached back between us, teasing the red tip of his leaking cock against my folds before pushing into me. A choked moan left my lips at the feeling of Eddie stretching my walls. I had never felt so full before in my life. 
“There ya go, sweetheart. Taking me so fucking good. Like I was fucking made to be inside you.” He moaned, scattering kisses across my chest and neck before searching out my lips again. I panted against his lips, adjusting to his size. I whimpered and shifted my hips after a few seconds, reaching for his Hellfire shirt. 
“Off.” I whimpered, tugging at the offending material before nipping at his lower lip.
Eddie breathed a laugh and quickly shed his Hellfire shirt. “Scratch me up, sweetheart. I wanna see angry red lines on my back cause of you.” He purred, kissing me deeply. His hips pulled back and I moaned at the feeling of him moving inside me. A second later his hips snapped back into mine, burning himself deeply in me again. Eddie started a relentless pace, the table under us squeaking in protest at his movements. 
As Eddie had requested, my hands found home at his shoulder blades as my arms tucked against his ribs. One of his hands rested on the groaning table while his other gripped the underside of my thigh hard enough I thought it’d leave bruises. I moaned his name in his ear, cursing as his length pushed into my relentlessly. I felt my face flush hearing his soft pants and moans as he thrusted harder into me. I cursed, digging my nails into his skin at the change and whined. The tightness coiling in my belly was getting tighter and tighter as he fucked me into the table. “Fuck, Eddie. I’m gonna cum, baby. Please,” I moaned, rocking my hips against his as he thrusted roughly into me. “You feel so good inside me, handsome. I wanna feel you cum inside me.” I whined, grinning at the look on his face.
“Fuck me, princess. You can’t talk to me like that, I’ll blow my load right now.” He whined, hair wild and pupils blown out with lust. His plush lips were red from all the kisses shared between us. He pressed his forehead against mine. “You want me to cum in you, baby? You need to cum for me first.” He growled softly, pulling his head from mine. He reached between us and my hips bucked up at the feeling of his thumb circling over my clit. I whined his name, feeling him hit that spot inside of me that made me see stars. I cried out his name as my orgasm washed over me seconds later, my nails dragging down across his back down to his ass. I gripped it hard as he fucked into me harder, my name falling from his lips as I bit my lip hard to keep quiet. My walls fluttered around his length and I watched as his thrusts grew sloppy. “You came so good for me, baby. God damn, I’m-” His words dissolved into a throaty moan. I gripped his ass harder as my legs fell off of him fully, urging him into me as I silently begged him for what I asked for. Eddie’s hips stuttered as warmth filled me, my name falling from his lips in a delicious moan as he used me to milk all he had into me until he stilled. 
The only sound in the room now was the two of us panting as we tried to catch our breaths. All I could see was Eddie, literally. I forgot he had moved my glasses. I reached up for them, feeling nothing on top of my head. I turned to look behind me and Eddie laughed. He reached behind me and produced my glasses, gently putting them back on my face. “I didn’t even notice you knocked those off my head.” I murmured with a shy smile. 
“Oops,” He chuckled, kissing me gently. “Fuck,” He breathed when he pulled back and looked at me. “I’m serious, babe. The glasses are…fuck.” He murmured, biting his lower lip as he looked at me.
I felt my face turn red, tucking my face against his neck and whining softly. “Stop!” I laughed, wrapping my legs back around him.
“I won’t. I’ll tell you how hot and adorable you are every fucking day… If you’ll have me.” Eddie murmured, pressing an assault of kisses against my head and shoulder. 
I pulled back from his neck, adjusting my glasses on the bridge of my nose before huffing at him. “Eddie.” I motioned between us, “Of course I’ll have you.” 
Eddie barked out a laugh and I rolled my eyes. “I thought I’d check this wasn’t a one off.”
“No, you’re stuck with me.” I nodded firmly and grinned.
“Good.” Eddie grinned, kissing me lovingly.
As he pulled free from me we both groaned at the sensation. A second later Eddie was cleaning himself off using my panties before tucking himself into his jeans and the panties back into his pocket. He ran out of the room and came back with some wet and dry paper towels. I held my hand out for them and he swatted it away, stepping between my legs and starting to clean me. I blushed at his kindness, especially as he commented something about how it was his mess and he’d clean it. After he finished cleaning me, he tossed the paper towels and looked at me. I blushed at the smile that appeared on his face and soon his eyes drifted down my body before realization hit him. “Man, I didn’t even get to see your bare tits. Damn it.” Eddie pouted as he suddenly realized my Hellfire shirt was still intact.
I laughed, shaking my head at him and kissing his chin. “Take me home and they’re all yours.”
Eddie’s eyes widened. “Your house or mine?”
“Yours, handsome.”
“I hope you know you aren’t leaving then.” He grinned, kissing me gently. “You can wear my clothes tomorrow. It’s a saturday.”
I laughed and nodded. “Sounds like a deal.” I murmured back.
“Let’s go, my cute librarian.” Eddie grinned, grabbing my jeans and handing them to me before rushing to put everything away.
“Please don’t call me that again!” I laughed, slapping him with my jeans.
The two of us walked out of school hand in hand towards his van for a weekend of fun.
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janinaduszejko · 1 year
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George and singapore time loop. Can we hear more about that one? I'm intrigued
anon sorry that i'm only getting to this a million years after you sent this ask but let's get into it! ever since george had his cringefail flop performance in singapore my most beloved and deranged bedtime story has practically been - what if this, but on an endless loop. SO we've all seen what happened: george fucks up, qualifies p11, gets a back of the grid penalty and pits for slicks waaay too early and bambi on ices himself to a p14 finish after committing acts of unspeakable on track terrorism. great day for sickos (me) who love to see him suffer. the backdrop for this that i've yelled at @prettydangrotten about at LENGTH is: george broke off alex and his fwb arrangement in the summer for george reasons (very much denying to himself that he caught major feelings) and then alex's appendix exploded and he nearly died (citation needed probably) but he's still getting back into the car three weeks later. AGONY for our dear george, who's having a lot of feelings about this and not a single shred of common sense.
so - before the race george corners alex and basically tells him: you CAN NOT race. alex, who is hurt and tired and not allowing himself to realise he's kind of heart broken over george breaking their thing off tells him: 1) tf i can't 2) you're the worst man ever i can NOT believe I let you suck my dick. the race happens, alex has his embarrassing low speed crash, george humiliates himself by pitting for slicks, everyone is cranky and exhausted and overheated. george goes back to his hotel room, unhappy and mortified and the next day he wakes up and it's the day of the singapore gp again!
again, he tries to convice alex to not race and not only does alex ignore him - when george refuses to pit for slicks, ALEX does instead and crashes worse. george can't convince alex to not race in any of the loops so he has to keep pitting for slicks first so alex doesn't. this middle part is just a rinse and repeat of george marching up to alex sweaty and with manic eyes while vibrating out of his skin from stress and alex telling him to mind his own business. george obsessively tracks every permutation of the race in every time loop but the great thing about him as a character is that he will Never Ever just talk about it to someone so he continues to suffer alone.
the low point comes when george finally out of desperation just crashes into alex, meaning to do it gently but alex breaks his wrist while george is completely fine and they have an awful, terrible fight about it where all of alex's frustrations (his car sucks, his season got destroyed, he misses george) culminate in him saying several very mean and terrible things, only most of them deserved. the next day, george is so sad and sopping wet that he's like i don't care if alex thinks i'm crazy so he just marches up to him, drags him to his driver room and is like I'M STUCK in a TIME LOOP and you KEEP CRASHING so I NEED YOU TO DO WHAT I SAY because if i have to see you get hurt again i'm going to kidnap the race directors so this entire fucking GP has to be cancelled.
alex meanwhile is looking at george who is wide eyed, dripping with sweat, gesturing wildly, ranting about running singapore in the wet on slicks 67 times and how he wishes he could just go back to the first time when checo won and lewis and max crashed AND THEN! SCHUMACHER FULLY SQUEEZED ME IN TURN ONE! AND THEY BLAMED ME??? and says mate. quick question. why do you care. you broke up with ME. so george is like i'm just worried about you and i have been since monza and the idea of you hurting and/or me possibly losing you fills me with such bone deep dread i'd rather you think i'm insane and never talk to me anymore than the alternative. you know. normal things.
ONLY the race almost starts and alex says georgie, i'm going to race and you can't stop me, okay? and george says yes, okay, even though he wants to lock alex in his driver's room and alex says - i'll be careful though. anyway the race plays out exactly as the first one - alex in his low speed crash, george out of the points after committing war crimes against mick (sorry @rosyjuly) but afterwards alex is like. okay wait checo won and lewis and max crashed and fuck me this time loop business is real? you really ran singapore in the rain on slicks 60+ times? and george, wet and pathetic, is like, every time i didn't you crashed so i didn't have a choice. so alex says georgie are you per chance in love with me? and george is like now that i look back on it i'm realising that uuuuh the evidence is quite damning.
anyway this is SO long already so george learns that he has to trust alex and to accept that bad things just happen sometimes and afterwards alex tells george to follow him to his hotel room and they have weird sex about it where alex is like i'm still healing from my appendectomy so it's probably safer if you just ride me and george is too desperately insane and horny over it that he forgets to point out that alex was apparently well enough to race in a gp four hours earlier. anyway george gets to look at alex spread out alive and well and handsome under him on the hotel bed and gets to sex cry about it and alex gets to run his mouth and not do any work both of which he loves
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beechersnope · 8 months
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*rattles metal cup with one penny on it*
Any girlseb wips you can spare sir? Any girlseb?
ok so i have a couple, the only one i've made any tangible progress on has been sitting kind of stale for a while, but it's an AU where seb blackmails mark into having an affair with her
here is a snippet since you asked so nicely
warning for unhinged teenage (18/19) sexual behavior, semi-public masturbation type stuff, and the aforementioned blackmailing agenda
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Seb is sprawled out on the tiled floor of the guest bathroom with the handle of her hairbrush stuffed in her cunt when the doorbell rings. She holds her breath, waiting for one of her parents to pass through the hallway on their way to answer it, but there’s only the sound of her blood thumping against her eardrums.
The doorbell rings again.
“Sabrina!” her mom yells from the backyard, causing Seb to jolt, the hairbrush slipping free from her pussy and clattering loudly onto the floor. “Can you please get the door?”
Seb picks herself up off the floor and takes a quick look in the mirror as she smooths down her dress over her thighs. Seb had never liked wearing dresses—mostly because she didn’t like the way they only seemed to accentuate her round, boyish features—but she’d discovered recently that it was a lot easier to slip away from a social function to masturbate when she didn’t have to worry about things like pants. Or underwear.
The hairbrush gets a quick rinse under the faucet before being tossed carelessly into the cabinet under the sink. Seb hurriedly exits the bathroom and hopes that the pink flush in her cheeks will be written off as something far more innocent than the truth. It is a sunny Saturday afternoon, after all, and whoever is waiting at the door doesn’t need to know that Seb hasn’t set one foot outside all day, instead taking advantage of her parents’ preoccupation with cleaning the house by fucking herself in any room that happens to be uninhabited for the moment.
She lost the ‘privilege’ of having a bedroom door when she was fifteen and got caught watching porn. It wasn’t just any run-of-the-mill video either; she might have been a late bloomer when it came to masturbation, but it hadn’t taken Seb long to grow tired of missionary and doggystyle. The trauma of her parents walking in while the woman on Seb’s laptop screen had a dick in her ass and a dildo down her throat was enough to put her off masturbating altogether for the next two weeks.
Seb had ultimately been able to convince her parents that someone at school had sent her the link and that she would never watch something like that of her own volition, but her door still came off the hinges, and even now, there were parental controls on the internet router, forcing Seb to be a little more creative than a typical teenager about procuring spankbank material.
Seb can feel wetness rubbing between her bare thighs as she approaches the front door, and she makes an effort to tug her dress down a little lower. It is a church function, after all. No need to scandalize one of the elderly couples that were slowly taking over the sleepy beachside suburb she’d grown up in.
But when Seb opens the door to let in their first guest, it isn’t a frail old lady standing on her front porch.
Seb gapes openly at the stranger, too taken aback by his towering stature, dark stubble, and strong jawline to do anything more than stare with impropriety. The stranger stares back at her for a moment with a stoic expression and then lifts an eyebrow, looking almost annoyed.
“Is this the wrong house?” the man asks.
Seb shakes her head automatically, not even bothering to ask if he’s there for the barbecue. She moves out of the way to let him inside. “It’s just through there,” she says in a small voice, pointing down the hall toward the kitchen. “The back door is on the right.”
The man starts to move past her, then stops, turning so they’re facing each other with only a few inches between them in the narrow entryway. Seb has to crane her neck to look up at him.
“You’re Bert’s kid, right? Sabrina or something?”
“Seb,” she corrects, feeling her face go hot.
The man frowns. “Seb,” he repeats slowly, like he’s testing out the way it feels in his mouth. “Isn’t that a boy’s name?”
It’s not the first time someone has made that comment to Seb, but coming from this tall, handsome stranger, the words feel like stones settling in the pit of her stomach. She wants to run away and hide, all thoughts of slinking around the church barbecue looking for a suitable prospect amongst the stringy teenage boys to help her lose her virginity gone in an instant.
Seb takes too long to come up with a response. The stranger doesn’t wait for one. He continues on as if they hadn’t spoken at all, strutting down the hallway with his hands in his jean pockets before disappearing around the corner into the kitchen.
It takes Seb over an hour after the rest of the guests arrive to figure out the stranger���s name: Mark Webber. She also learns that he’s moved into a house a few streets down, and that Seb isn’t the only one interested in him. Every middle-aged woman in the church is already in a tizzy over him, gossiping openly at the picnic tables outside about whether he’s single—even though most of the women themselves are not.
Seb is, though. And despite the fact that Mark is clearly a fair bit older than her, he doesn’t actually seem old. Certainly not anywhere close to her parents’ age, and Seb would be surprised if he was over thirty-five, at most.
The boys she’d gone to high school with are starting to seem a lot less tempting, as far as losing her virginity goes.
That’s Seb’s ultimate goal for the summer, the one she’d jotted down in her seldom-used diary as soon as she’d officially come home on her last day of senior year. She’d have been happy to do it even sooner, but Seb had always been shy and not very well-liked at school, and it wasn’t until recently that she’d started to fill out. Most of the boys she was friends with still treated her like a kid sister.
Mark wouldn’t treat her like a sister. And Seb plans to make damn sure he doesn’t treat her like a kid.
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