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atomicami · 5 months

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vengeance.

roommate!abby anderson x fem!reader

- summary: you’re tired of dealing with your boyfriend’s awful habits. when he ends up crossing the line with you one day, you decide to get back at him, and your not-so-innocent roommate has the perfect way to do it.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, reader and abby are roommates, reader has a shitty boyfriend, slight mentions of alcohol consumption and partying, infidelity/cheating, sex tape/amateur porn, kinda roughdom!abby, strap usage (r!receiving), abby referring to the strap as her cock, slight choking, daddy kink, abby hits it from the back, oral & fingering (r!receiving), pussy slapping, squirting, aftercare at the end ofc

- author’s note: hi everyone!! so i decided to do my very first collab with none other than the amazingly talented @whore4abby, i’m so grateful to have done this with you!!

also, consider this fic as our 1k special from us to you. thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve given to the both of us 🤍 we hope you enjoy it!!

you don’t really know how you got yourself to this point.

well, you do, actually…but you didn’t know how this could have possibly escalated so fast.

it was just a silly little conversation at first. you were simply venting to your roommate, abby about your boyfriend for what was probably the millionth time now.

“ugh, i just can’t believe him!” you exclaimed to her as you frantically paced around your room. “i told him to make the best impression to meet my parents last weekend and what does he do?! he shows up to the restaurant thirty minutes late smelling like alcohol. how can he be so…so inconsiderate?!”

you’ve been in an on-again, off-again relationship with your boyfriend for about a year now. everything went fine with the two of you at first, but now it somehow just progressed to where you both can’t even make it a week without breaking up.

abby is sat at the foot of your bed, nodding in acknowledgement as you continued to ramble to her about your asshole boyfriend. you truly couldn’t ask for a better friend like her to listen to all of your problems about this, because unlike abby, you knew that anyone else you might know couldn’t withstand having to hear about the same person every damn day of the week.

“i seriously think i’m gonna break up with him now, for good this time.” you tell her with confidence.

abby lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes at your statement. “isn’t that what you said the last fifteen times though?” she asked, further manspreading on your bed before pulling her phone out of her pocket to scroll through it.

“i know, i know,” you said, continuing to pace around your room. “he’s done so much stupid shit lately, but this is honestly the final straw for me. who knows how much worse he could get if i—“

“hey, um…you might wanna see this.” abby says, showing you her phone screen. “isn’t that him?”

“what? what are you—“ your words drift off for a moment. you take a step towards her to take a closer look at her phone. it was an instagram story that her friend manny had posted, containing a video of some frat party happening right now and you could visibly see a girl grinding and making out with your boyfriend, clear as day.

now that was really the last straw for you.

“that asshole…” you mutter quietly to yourself as you watched the story again.

to be honest, you weren’t even that upset about it. well, you were, but not to where you’d be in tears crying over him. but rather, you had an urge to try to get back at him somehow. you wanted to retaliate against him. you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

you wanted to give him vengeance.

“i seriously can’t believe him right now,” you tell abby again as you hand the phone back to her. “you know, i’m not even upset that he cheated on me, i just…” you pause for a moment to take a deep breath. “i just wish i could get back at him, give him some sort of payback you know?”

“yeah, i get you.” abby replies before looking back down at her phone. “you know…i think i might have an idea to get back at him…show that asshole what he’s missing…” she said, flipping her phone around to eye at the camera for a moment before looking back up at you.

“really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as you took another step towards her. “i’m down for whatever, what did you have in mind?”

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and that’s how you got to where you were now, as if it had happened in a matter of seconds.

“c’mon, baby… look at the camera for me.” abby murmured to you from behind.

you laid at the center of your bed, bare body sprawled out with your ass up and abby’s thick, black strap nestled deep inside your wet cunt.

you didn’t want to admit it, but the stretch that abby’s cock had in you was overbearing. you really thought you’d take it, you told her so yourself. but now that you were feeling every single inch inside you, from base to tip—you were very, very wrong. you’re trying as best as you can to follow abby’s commands, but the immense length and girth of her strap has you feeling dizzy.

one of her hands reaches down under your stomach and makes its way up to your neck. “you really want me to repeat myself right now, princess?” she says in a firm tone, keeping her grip on your neck. “i said, look at the camera for me.”

“oh, fuck—“ you whimper to yourself as chills start to go through your spine. your whole body is fucking trembling and abby still has yet to move her cock inside you.

you try to lift your head up, looking straight into the camera on abby’s phone that was currently propped up in front of the two of you, the most dumbfounded expression was stricken on your face at the moment. you were already so cockdrunk and it clearly shows.

“atta girl…would you look at that?” abby says, looking into the camera with you as well. “see how pretty your girlfriend looks on my cock? she’s already drunk and i haven’t even started moving yet…not so bad for a girl if i do say so myself.” she continues narrating into the camera. “i’ll show you how it’s really done, yeah?”

and with that she began to start moving, painfully slow to say the least. you felt her hand let go of its grip on your neck and move to your hip, gripping it tightly as she kept slowly thrusting her cock inside you.

“you like that, princess? like how my cock feels inside you?” she asks in between her thrusts.

you end up mumbling something into the sheets, and abby could’ve sworn that you were calling her a name. her hand quickly returns back to your neck, lifting you up and pulling you back towards her as she kept her cock inside you. “what did you just call me? tell me what you just said.” she says in a stern tone, slowly tightening her grip on your neck.

“f-feels so good, d-daddy…” you slur out to her, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of the strap gently presses against your g spot.

the smirk on abby’s face grew wider as she heard you call her that name. it was like music to her ears, and she couldn’t help but play along with it. “yeah? does it feel good, princess? does daddy’s cock feel good inside that little pussy of yours?” she asks, receiving a whiny nod from you in response.

abby looks into the camera and lets out a quiet groan at the sight of the two of you on her phone screen. “oh fuck, you’re not wrong…let’s take a closer look there, shall we?” she says, keeping your body up against hers with one hand as she moves forward and grabs her phone with the other. you look down as she brings the front camera down to both of your lower bodies where the strap was connecting it. now keeping her bicep firm on your upper body, she snakes her hand down to your gushing pussy, spreading its puffy lips open with two fingers in front of the camera.

“would you look at that…” she murmurs, bringing the camera closer. “that pussy’s practically crying all over my cock. does he ever get you this wet, princess?”

“n-no…” you whine out, shaking your head. “he doesn’t…”

“oh, poor thing…” she murmurs from behind, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit. “seems like you need daddy to take care of you, yeah?”

“y-yes, daddy, please…n-need you to fuck me…”

abby gently lowers you back down onto your bed before setting her phone back to its original spot, screen still fixed on the both of you. she places a hand onto each of your hips, gripping them tightly as she begins to slowly thrust her cock into your pussy.

as abby began to fuck you, you were now buried into the sheets again, releasing muffled moans and whines with every thrust of abby’s hips. in that moment, your boyfriend, and all of the fights and encounters you’ve had with him were the last things on your mind. you didn’t care about him. you didn’t even care about the video, knowing that he’ll be watching it soon. all that was on your mind now was abby and the large piece of black silicone stretching you open.

“does that feel good, baby?” she asks, slowly speeding up her pace. “c’mon baby, why don’t you tell him how it feels?”

you muster up the energy to at least turn your head to the side to respond. “f-feels amazing, daddy…b-best cock i’ve ever had…” you slur back to her, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you fist the sheets tightly.

“you hear that?” she says into the camera. “it’s not even real, yet it’s the best cock she’s ever had…bet it’s bigger than whatever you have going on down there too…”

you continue to whine into the sheets, weakly pushing your hips back against abby’s cock as a sign for her to speed it up. “f-faster daddy…p-please…” you whine out to her.

abby looks back down to what was below her, that same smirk growing onto her freckled face once again. “would you look at that, she’s already so eager for more…” she murmurs to herself, tightening her grip onto your hips as she began to thrust into you faster than before.

“oh f-f-fuck—“ you moan out, turning your head back to see her and watching her smirk get bigger again as she admires your drunk, fucked out expression. “don’t look at me now…” she tells you before pointing at her phone. “look at the camera. look at him. tell him how good i’m fucking you.”

despite how heavy your eyelids were getting, you try to keep your vision straight, looking into the camera for as long as you could. “s-s-she’s fucking me s-so good…b-better than y-you…” you slur out into the camera before letting your head drop back down into the sheets.

“you hear that? i’m a better fuck to her than you’ll ever be.” she narrates to the camera, still continuing her fast thrusts inside you. “can’t believe you’re letting a girl beat you at your own game, man.”

it didn’t take long for that feeling to build up inside you. abby had only been fucking you for less than five minutes, and you were already about to cum now.

“a-abby, fuck—g-gonna cum n-now…” you whimper out to her, bringing a trembling hand to hold hers from behind. abby instantly swats your hand away and brings her hand down to your ass to slap it, the sting causing you to flinch a bit. “that’s not my name, princess. you wanna try that again?” she asks you, still not stopping her fast pace.

“fuck, daddy!” you exclaimed, tightening your grip on the sheets to stabilize yourself. “p-please daddy…n-need to cum so bad…”

“there we go, that sounds better now…” she replies, looking back to the camera before back down at you. “go ahead, babygirl…cum for daddy.”

your grip gets even tighter on the sheets, and your cunt begins to clench down hard on the strap before cumming with a loud muffled moan, completely coating abby’s black strap with your release.

“holy fuck…” abby groans out from behind, now slowing down her pace. without pulling out just yet, she leans over to grab her phone, stopping the video and flipping the camera to the back to record a new one. “would you look at that…” she murmurs, zooming in on your lower body, particularly on the white ring that was being formed on her strap.

she then points the camera to the very back of you where your pussy was before slowly pulling her strap out of your fucked out cunt. abby lets out another groan as she watches your pussy clench and spill out your thick release, quickly running two of her fingers over it to pick it up. you whimper and whine due to the sensitivity from her thick fingertips, but you still oblige and let her do it.

“look how fucking good this pussy looks…” abby murmurs to the camera. “you know, i heard her tell me that you refuse to eat her out…” she says, pausing for a moment to suck her fingers clean before continuing. “you’re definitely a fucking idiot, to say the least. who wouldn’t want to get a taste of this sweet girl?”

you hear abby stop the recording on her phone, letting out a breath of relief as you set the rest of your body back down onto the bed. you’re already fucked out as is, and you feel the slumber slowly starting to take over you.

however, you didn’t get to have much of it now that abby has shaken you awake again. “lie back on the bed, i’m not done with you just yet.”

“w-what?” you say weakly, fully blinking your eyes open. “i-isn’t that one enough already?” you ask, pointing to her phone.

abby shakes her head in response. “nope, we still have one more video to make…and you’re holding the camera this time.”

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you take the phone into your shaky hands, almost dropping it in the process before steadying it, abby's eyes practically burning through the camera lens as you angle your phone to film her between your legs, she slaps her hand against your folds and you whine out her name, "keep it fuckin’ steady, you hear me?"

your grip tightens on the phone and you try to keep it as steady as possible as she connects her warm mouth onto your clit, flicking her tongue up and down it a couple times, before drawing back and looking into the camera. "you see what you're missing out on, huh?" she tsks and shakes her head slightly. you draw your bottom lip between your teeth as she sinks back between your legs.

she presses her tongue to your sensitive folds as she messily kisses and licks at your pussy, groaning as she tastes you. her fingertips find your clit, rubbing circles over it as she slurps up your juices. the phone starts to slip from your grasp and abby shakes her head mockingly, slapping her hand straight down onto your pussy, fingertips smacking at your clit cruelly. "i'm not telling you again, keep that camera on me or imma keep slapping this pussy." she drawls, voice low and demanding as her gaze shifts from the camera lens to look straight into your half-lidded eyes. her stern tone has you nodding your head immediately in fear of another sharp slap.

her fingers start to slide into your entrance, slick squelching around them as she thrusts them in and out. her lips move up to suck at your swollen clit, with more purpose this time around as she feels you clenching around her fingers. "lemme hear you baby. c'mon, let it out. let him hear how good i'm making you feel." she whispers, thrusting her fingers in and out faster. she lifts her head and smirks up at you, clearly waiting for you to cum for her.

your back arches up into her and her free hand slides between your legs, roughly rubbing your wet folds as her tongue flutters over your clit, bringing you over the edge. your thighs tremble as they clamp around her blonde head which gives her no other option than to keep her head buried between your legs, sucking on your clit as you ride out your high and start to cum on her face.

her fingers continue to plunge in and out of you at practically record speed, fingertips curling against every inch of your g-spot and without warning, a stream of juices spurts from your pussy to soak her fingers and her face. she slides her fingers from your entrance, holding them up for you to see that they're covered in your juices, glistening in the light.

"look at the mess you made." she chuckles as she looks up and notices the look of absolute shock on your face as you realise what just happened.

"never done that before, huh?" she raises an eyebrow. "nuh uh." you pant out, feeling the need to pinch yourself as there is absolutely no way in hell she just made you squirt. "he's never made me do that....like ever." you giggle.

your head is still reeling as she lays you comfortably up against the pillows before she quickly fetches a washcloth from the en-suite bathroom. she returns less than a minute later, warm washcloth in hand, and starts to clean you up between your legs doting to your every need and want so soothingly, kissing at your thighs and stomach sporadically whilst doing so.

she eventually lends you one of her t-shirts to wear, gently holding your arms above your head, the soft material grazing against your skin. she climbs into bed beside you, the two of you bundled up under the thick sheets, snuggled up into her arms as your scroll through the footage taken on your phone. abby rubs her hand up your spine softly before pulling you tightly against her as she smirks at you, "gimme his number, i wanna send the footage to him."

you giggle and hand her your phone as she quickly copies down his phone number from your contacts into her own with a couple taps of her screen before opening up a text conversation with the new contact. she attaches the videos and starts to type out a message which reads:

"took care of your girl for you tonight...looks like she likes me better, don't you think?"

you shake your head and give her a little amused smile as you see the sheer look of smugness filling her flushed face, "that'll fuckin’ teach him." before pressing send and placing her phone face down on the bed in front of you.

it’s safe to say that thanks to abby’s bright idea, you were successfully able to give your boyfriend the vengeance that he deserved after all. as abby pulls you in closer to her chest, you get the feeling that this won’t be the last time you’ll do this with her.

and by the looks of it, you’ve found a new habit of your own to enjoy too.

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grimesgirll · 3 months

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“not happening.”

“what if i told you that you’d be helping to save the world?”

“by fucking him?”

you scoff, turning your attention back to the braid you’d begun down your back. “i’m not helping you with your passion project, okafor. i have actual shit to do.”

okafor grins at you. “bullshit.”

“no, i still have weekly duties and assignments. i can’t just drop all of that trying to seduce your ticking time bomb.”

“i see the way he looks at you,” he states with a breath of your name. “if he’s gonna be open to anyone, it’s you.”

“he doesn’t need to be open to anyone.” you counter.

“i don’t think you know what he needs yet.”

“and you do?”

“he needs you.”

“no.” you reply flatly, fists clenched. “you need him to enact your little plan that i have nothing to do with.”

the lieutenant colonel gives you a haughty smile. “well then, at the very least he needs stress relief and you owe me a favor.”

you glare at him. “that was a one time thing.”

“you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

“being perpetually indebted to you with favors isn’t what i signed up for,” you complain as you plait your hair.

“you get to sit around and make your little maps and fuck around all day.” your superior reminds you.

you do your best not to scowl too much, unlike the man who your former benefactor wanted you to de-stress fuck. he constantly had a sour look on his face. he was the consignee who cut off his fucking hand trying to escape. how would you convince someone like that to just lay back and let you fuck them until they didn’t miss whatever life they had before again?

“this is kind of a far ask, okafor.” you note and tie off the end of your braid. you finally turn around from the mirror in front of you to face the dark green fatigue clad man behind you. “it’s never gone as far as touching someone like that and actually fucking them. i don’t think i’m up for that.”

okafor crosses his arms. “are you sure about that? last time i checked, you eye fuck him almost as much as he eye fucks you.”

“you’re an asshole.” you spit, venom dripping from your words. “i’m not letting you coerce me into this.” your eyes meet his brown irises. “let this be the last straw for you, lock me up, dishonorably discharge me, whatever, but i’m not just gonna hop on your lackey’s dick because you say so.”

he takes a deep breath and clasps his hands together, smirking for whatever reason. “i think you’ll want to.” he suddenly stands and you’re paranoid for a split second that he’s about to summon backup or attempt to disarm you right here and now. “because i’m not serving up any threats, just desserts. you’ve been good to me and i’ve been good to you. i want you to continue to reward you. maybe with what you’ve wanted all along.”

your eyebrow lifts. “and what would that be?”

okafor doesn’t say anything when you begin breaking the dress code with your workout gear. you make sure to plan time around your community mapping projects to run past the officers' meeting hall in the tighest pair of shorts you owned.

you never forgot to smile and wave to okafor and rick as you pass by. it takes a few days but rick returns your wave.

content adorns your face when you catch him surveying your form from afar, getting closer and closer to that sweet reward okafor had promised you.

soon enough rick is running into you everywhere. you're crossing paths in helicopter hangers, on benches outside of the barracks, during your runs around the reservoir, at the gym, in the administrative office in your most yielding sweater, in the hallway, and at his front door on okafor’s orders.

“okafor wanted me to make sure this got to you.”

“thank you,” rick grunts gruffly, accepting the folder with his latest field assignment from your grasp.

“anytime, rick,” you crow.

before he can bid you good night, you ask if he’d been briefed by okafor yet. he shakes his head.

you smile sweetly. “well, he really wanted you to sit down and talk about the park with someone who’s been there before, knows the layout.”

the cowboy type raises an eyebrow. “you’ve been to olympia national park before.”

“mhmm,” you confirm. “a long time ago but i know more about it than okafor.” you let out a breath, eyes boring into his icy blue gaze. “got a minute?”

the dark wainscoting of officer’s quarters enters your field of vision as rick leads you through the skinny hallway, pointing out a bathroom before bringing you into what you assume is the downstairs living room.

“you can help yourself to the kitchen,” he offers graciously, gesturing towards the kitchen of the open floor plan living space.

“thanks!” you chirp and weave towards the kitchen, finding two short glasses and flinging a cabinet open.

“oh, you have whiskey!”

“it was a gift from okafor.”

you can barely keep a guffaw from tumbling out of your mouth. “that’s very on brand for him,” you comment, turning the handcrafted decanter over in your hands. “well, lucky for you, okafor has fantastic taste.”

rick observes from the leather sofa as you pour two short glasses of whiskey - not even asking if you could. the orange light of the kitchen does nothing to hide how great you look for nine o’clock at night. your gauzy long hair glints, looking sleek beneath the lights as it falls inches above the curve of your ass.

the same bottom that had seemingly been following rick around base. it was like everywhere he turned: you were there. whatever inspired this house call felt suspiciously related.

kneeling on the floor next to the coffee table, you place the tray with your drinks down and empty the folder of its documents in order to splay them across the table. you reach up to rick to pass him one of the twin glasses.

reluctantly, he accepts. however, he doesn’t take a sip from his glass until after you do.

he doesn’t miss the way your throat tenses at the burn of the liquor when it makes its way down. you throw another swig back like a young woman who’s grown accustomed to drinking with her fellow soldiers, but in the quarters of one of her superiors?

“so, here’s where you’ll be landing.” your glass is already on the coffee table and you’re pointing out green meandering lines. “whitehorse mountain is right here. just be careful of atmospheric rivers in the area. did okafor tell you about what happened to the apache team?”

the dark haired man shook his head, worry lines becoming more pronounced.

you shake your head. “forget i said anything.” you take another quick drink from your glass and rick looks alarmed - you’re not like your oxen brothers in arm who could drink themselves silly. he doesn’t have time to dwell on it though because you’re skipping right to the next print out to detail his planned trek along the sauk river.

“it’s a pretty ridge. you should stop and take a picture.” you suggest, thumbing through laminated landmark shots of valleys and vistas, making a verbal note of one which is a convenient stop on his trip.

he bites his pink lip. “i don’t think getting a photo of the view is gonna be on my mind, sweetheart.”

“why not?” you question with a glimmer in your eye. “someone like you should take time to relax when you can.”

he chides your name. “what’re you doin’?”

“your job is important, and we all have jobs to do, right?”

there’s a far awayness in his eyes that you can’t place when you lean in closer. feet tucked under your knees, you’re trailing your hand up rick’s thigh towards the tent in his pants.

“you wanna fuck my mouth?”

“why’re you doin’ this?”

when he iterates your name, you consider backing down but then you remember okafor’s promise and how truly repressed this man seemed.

“it’s been a while hasn’t it.”

rick squirms. he doesn’t mean to but it’s a question not many people have the balls to ask him and he didn’t expect it from you of all people. he tries to block whatever memories are bubbling in response and busies himself with taking in the view of your parted lips.

“you don’t have to say anything, just relax,” you coo, shoving him back slightly.

looking down at you, rick doesn’t know what he has to gain from saying no at this point. rick huffs as you approach his erection but he doesn’t object.

his waistband falls with your fingers and you’re faced with the massive length you’d been worrying about. ever since you first saw rick’s bulge, you were brainstorming how you’d even fit him inside your taut walls, much less inside of your mouth.

starting slow, you begin at the base and kitten lick up to the top. rick’s groans give him away immediately. how can he hide how repressed he is with a cock as hard as rocks?

at the top of him, you’re laving his cockhead in your mouth. “i’ve never been with anyone this big,” you admit for the potential ego boost - even though it’s one hundred percent true. rick has a fucking horse cock if you’ve ever seen one.

your hand is working overtime with everything you can’t fit into your mouth at first. rick exhales hoarsely at the wet heat of your mouth devouring him. he hasn’t had a mouth on him in so long. your tight, warm lips wrap around his dick and you swallow around him.

his self control is rusty so he curses when he bucks into your face, stalling his hips only for you to pick up your pace. he wants to pull you off when he feels like he’s about to cum down your tight airway which is crammed full of his cock.

at the first feeling of that telltale twitch against your tongue, you prepare to do your part to keep rick’s nice leather couch clean and swallow everything he’s been holding back.

popping off of him, you look back up at him and grant a toothy smile. his eyes are lurid and clouded with what you only assume is lust. you’re not prepared for his rough grip to drag you onto the surface and into his lap.

the green cargo mini skirt you were wearing falls down your legs and lands somewhere on the wood paneled floor. the moment after you wipe your mouth with a tight fitting sleeve, rick captures your mouth. slightly taken aback, you moan into the man, squirming borderline uncontrollably on top of him as he pulls your top over your head.

his sturdy fingertips ghost across up your waist to your breast. with one robust squeeze as a warning, he assaults your heaving chest with his flesh hand and bruises your collarbone with something between a kiss and a mini-puncture wound. the proesthetic invades your panties and teases your labia, eliciting a needy hum from you.

his horse cock makes itself known again against the front of your pale pink panties.

fuck, how will he fit?

“god, you’re already soakin’ me.”

you get past the feel of his embrace for a moment to glance down only to be greeted with the sight of your swampy lap. how did i do that? you ponder.

“i wanna feel you on my cock, sweetheart. is that something you can do to help me relax?”

you grin. “i’m glad you asked.” you feel a renewed tingle downstairs. “why don’t you see how i take your fingers first?”

a smirk forms on his face. “probably should.” and then he’s reaching between the two of you to prod a finger at your dripping mound.

a deft finger drives into you. you’re expecting another one but as you lazily rest your head on his clothed shoulder, you just whine. the finger inside of you curls and unfurls, stretching you out without the addition of another digit. just the way his fingers drags along your walls has you twisting on top of him.

“you’re really wet for a girl who came over to talk about maps.”

you don’t comment, just cant your hips and beg for another finger. he obliges.

the calculated sensation has you forgetting what he’s talking about, forgetting about your plan. that rhythm he’s adopted speeds up once you make eye contact with rick.

“one more?” he questions.

you nod furiously. “another!”

rick doesn’t delay and the floor drops out from under once you feel a tongue on your quiveting lower lips.

“rick!” you gasp as his fingers and tongue work in unison to squeeze every naughty little noise out of you.

the soldier doesn’t speak; he just laps up your pussy like it was an order.

you come all over his face.

“sorr-,” you’re shut up by a wet finger in your mouth.

“that’s it.”

the no longer meek man trains his eyes on you as you suck his finger clean. through half lidded eyes, you watch his pupils dilate into fully lust blown orbs. devoid of the bright blue you’d seen before, rick’s stare only shifts when he’s shifting you on top of him.

“is it going to fit?” you don’t even realize that your thoughts are materializing out loud.

the officer snorts. “never had a problem before.”

the initial stretch is challenging. your breath is caught in your throat and you’re almost asking the man beneath you to slow down but he’s already inching in at an excruciatingly stable rate.

fuck, you’re reconsidering this. you curse your lieutenant colonel for acting like this whole song and dance was easy. figures. okafor isn’t the one getting stretched out on an eight inch cock.

at the sound of your whines, rick places a kiss on the top of your forehead. “doin’ so good for me,” rick praises. “so tight.”

i know, i feel you tearing me open you want to rasp but you just try to settle into the feeling. you adjust your position, tilting enough for rick to take a renewed interest in your ass. a firm hand plants itself on your flesh in an attempt to leverage you closer.

“almost there,” he grunts and continues pushing through your clinging canal, through the thick rings of muscle that grip his cock so tightly.

momentarily, you slump against the soldier. yeah, you’d been running around the base in hopes of attracting rick’s attention but your exercise routine was no match for the man with a brick between his legs.

once he’s sheathed inside of you, rick reaches down to toy with your clit. you mutter a soft curse. the sensation picks up and you’re faced with not just feeling full but fully stimulated as well. each drag against your sensitive bundle of nerves has you whimpering into rick.

drives into you become harsher. the impact feels less like a truck and more like a commanding officer. an arm is wrapped around you to keep your position steady on top of okafor’s new favorite soldier. the same one who seems to be hitting the right spot every time he moves you up and down his length.

your hands reach for his graying chestnut hair. they find purchase while rick rocks into you. the urge to complain that his shirt is on exits once a familiar pressure mounts inside of you.

“fuck, you’re squeezin’ me.”

“mhmm,” you expire into his neck, nuzzling into him when he presses fingernails into your sides and lifts and lowers you like his own personal stress relief toy.

you can’t be bothered to care. you’re getting what you want out of this: a reward and a release.

pleasure is just radiating throughout your core again. whatever pain had you speechless earlier has evolved into an ecstasy that has you babbling. rick just keeps a hand on the small of your back and carries on pouring himself into you - into your tight little canal, back and forth, in and out.

“rick,” you’re mewling.

the man can’t be bothered to plant a hand pleasurably on your pussy or respond to your cries, so you complain a little louder.

“want you to cum in me.” you stutter into the pillowcase.

“don’t think you want that,” rick demurely admits.

“no,” you argue between pants. “i’m on the shot they have here. i want you to fill me up.”

rick utters a curse into your neck, pouring himself into you so swiftly you’re surprised. just like you asked, he pumps his hips leisurely into your soaked cunt. you wince at the sound of a squelch. hopefully rick doesn’t care too much about having to clean his sofa.

neither of you are expecting the noise you make when rick untangles himself from you. you’re too tired to have shame and simply sink back into the ductile pillows. your head swivels over slowly to find rick watching your chest fall up and down unevenly.

laying beside the man, you can’t help but feel accomplished. for once, the soldier is sporting a blissed out look on his face instead of a scowl or thousand yard stare. but as he slings an arm around you and tugs you closer to his sweltering, sweaty body, you can’t help but feel guilty - manipulative even.

mission accomplished, but at what cost?

pt. 2

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beforeimdeceased · 7 months

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CRYBABY - (E.W) PT5

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: who the fuck is abby?

a/n: noo don’t do this ellie look at me :( this isn’t you 🥺 LMAO! what do you guys think is going to happened next omg…

if i told you that i hated you, would you go away?

masterlist.

you ubered yourself to another hotel and payed to stay there for the night. letting jesse and dina know, but ofcourse, not awarding ellie with that information. in truth, she was fucking sweating bullets. could barely sleep last night with you on her mind.

she’s mean, you know that. everybody does. she can be intense, brass, and brutally honest. but, the brutality had gone from drunk cursing out strangers to using you as a punching bag. you were far too sensitive for any of that shit. you overthink too much, cry too often. if she wasn’t going to change then this was your last straw.

as you wake up and ready yourself to gather your things, you notice a string of texts from ellie. all desperate and eager. nothing along the lines of “i’m sorry”. nothing close to an apology. she begged to see you before their last show in the state, knowing you’d be going back home after. and staying there.

you’d calmed down enough to know you could face her. collecting the things you’d brought with you and hyping yourself up in the mirror before leaving. “you got this. you’re not gonna cry today.”

when you arrived at your hotel room, the door was cracked open. you’d caught wind that dina and jesse had gone out for breakfast so it was just you and ellie.

sadly enough, when you opened the door, ellie looked like a wounded puppy. eyes glossy while her face is twisted into a frown. you cross your arms. “morning.”

she looks excited to see you, getting up from her seat on the couch to greet you. “morning, can we talk?”

your heart is pinging. you feel so many emotions for her, some you cannot name. you nod your head and walk over to where she’d been sitting, and take a seat. she trails behind you, placing herself just inches away.

“i’m sorry.” she starts, eyes sympathetically looking into your very own. when your gaze starts to falter she reaches out to hold your hands and catch your attention. “really truly. i’m sorry for everything. for the song, for calling you up onstage, for all the shitty things i do to you and say about you. for pissing you off so bad that you felt like punching me, because i know you’re nowhere near violent.” she takes a breath. “i’m really sorry.”

you sit with her apology, soaking it all in. you can tell it’s genuine because, as far as you’re concerned, she’s never apologized for anything and seriously meant it. but she means it now, with every beat of her heart.

“i hate that i ruined this trip for you. are you still coming to our last show? i’ll apologize publicly in front of all the cameras. i’ll tell them i lied about the song.”

“it’s okay ellie. calm down.” you’d never seen her this frantic. this weak. “i’m still coming to the show. thank you for apologizing.”

she takes a deep breath and leans back into the couch. “okay good. that’s great. again, i’m sorry.”

you nod along and stand up to grab some things from the bags you’d left. “i’ve gotta go meet dina and jesse for something, but i’ll see you there, okay?”

when you turn to look at her she’s blushing. what the hell is she doing blushing? when she see’s you notice it, she turns her head. “yeah yeah. you guys have fun. see you later.”

“she’s bringing abby! i’ve always wanted her to come to a show, i didn’t even know she was in the state.” dina rambles on at rehearsal.

“she drove up last night because she’s taking her home, remember?” jesse chimes up.

ellie’s heard the name abby a record 20 times in the last 5 minutes and it’s starting to play on loop in her head like a mantra. she didn’t care to find out who it was though, they had a show to rehearse for. and she was even more nervous about the public apology. what if you didn’t actually show? what if she really fucked up this time?

“alright guys enough chatter. let’s go over the chorus of ‘what you know’ one more time—“

but she’s stopped by dina whispering to jesse. “i think she might ask her out tonight.”

and jesse asks, “who?” and dina says your name and ellie feels like she’s about to fucking collapse. that all her limbs are going to fall off right then and there. that her head will pop off and roll offstage and onto to the ground. who the fuck is abby? who the fuck is abby? who the fuck is abby?

ellie finds out in the dressing room before the show. “abby! it’s so great to see you.” dina rushes over to give her a hug. jesse settles for a high five and ellie takes a handshake. “so you’re abby?”

“yeah, nice to meet you. i’ve heard so much about you.” abby smiles.

ellie’s cursing herself for any and everything she’s ever done in this moment. the blonde stood in front of her is buff as hell, something she can tell through the hoodie and sweats she was wearing. both being seattle revival merch.

“i can’t wait to see you guys perform.”

ellie ignores her. “where’s…?” she trails. searching behind the girl to see if you’d been hiding behind her big figure. “oh, she’s on her way. had to stop to use the bathroom.” abby responds, sensing you were who she’d been searching for.

ellie wondered if you and abby had started dating yet? who asked out who? how much did abby know about the two of you? was that any of her business? why did she show up now? why hadn’t she heard about her before? maybe she did and wasn’t paying attention? she never really listened to you anyway. not until recently. not until she’d made you cry. made you punch her in the fucking face.

ellie’s thoughts are cut loose when abby taps her on the shoulder. “can we talk?”

ellie nods, eager to do whatever this was going to be in private. “yo, i’ll be right back.” she calls to jesse and dina.

ellie leads her out of the dressing room and into a small area in the hallway that’s getting the least traffic. the second they get there, abby slaps ellie across the face. “don’t you ever fucking talk to her again.”

“who—“ ellie rubs the sore area turning red.

“oh don’t play stupid you know who—“

“no. who the fuck are you to tell me what i can and can’t do? you fucking bitch.”

and a fight ensues. an actual brawl in the hallway. ellie’s on top for a while getting some punches in until abby grabs at her shirt and pulls her to the ground. jabbing her in the stomach. ellie kicks her in the face. it’s almost cartoonish, how wrapped up and wound they are as they lay into each other. someone rushes to grab security but you make it there first. eyes widening as you approach. you call for jesse and dina, and when they recognize your voice it makes them both stop to look up. bloody. scratched up. with tomato red faces.

“what the fuck?”

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I was doing a writing warm-up and made this piece. I kinda like it and might make a fic series about it if anyone is interested. Also, I call Kid 'Eustass' in this because it felt right for some reason?

Eustass Kid/ Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

warnings: Angst, small amount of blood, cheating, slut shaming maybe? Modern Au

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“Does he think I’m a fucking idiot?! Does he think I can’t see the way his eyes follow girls’ asses as they walk by?” Gripping the edge of the bathroom sink, you struggle to hold back tears as you talk to your best friend on the other line.

“What am I doing wrong (....)? I’ve done everything right! I gave him all of me, and he’s out here eyeing other women!”

“That’s just the way he is (Y/N). I tried to warn you about him. You can’t change someone who doesn’t want to change.” You bite your lip as your body shakes. Emotion overwhelmed you to the point you could no longer hold back tears.

“I don’t understand. He told me he loved me and that he couldn’t imagine a life without me. He made me a matching ring to his. He promised me that his playboy days were over…”

“Well, if he’s staring at other girls, then obviously he broke his promise.”

~~~

You're feeling a lot more numb than you thought you would. At first, you thought you’d be yelling, crying, and screaming. Asking him why? But now that you're actually hearing his moans along with an unknown woman's echoing in your shared bedroom, no tears fall from your eyes.

Maybe your heart and mind were mentally and emotionally ready for this. There were many signs he was starting to stray. Staring at other women, no longer being affectionate in public, you even saw him take off his ring once. He hasn’t done it again, but that was the last straw your heart could take when you tried to ignore the signs.

You should've known it’d end like this. He’s been a fuck boy all throughout high school and college. Slithering his way into vulnerable hearts and crushing them without a care about the people he’s heart. How you’ve been friends with him for so long and knowing what he was doing was something you criticized yourself for.

While you weren’t best friends during high school and college, you both always had a class together. The two of you just ended up talking during each of them. Well, him hitting on you and you always telling him that you rather swim in hell’s flames than get with him. All throughout high school and college, he’d do this. In a way, you said no to avenge all the hearts he’s broken. But once college started, you accidentally started growing feelings for the idiot. Yet, you still said no until graduation day. He came up to you with a bouquet of roses made of metal that he made in shop class. Every rose was made individually, letting you pluck one out and hold it in your hands. Everyone in said class said he’d been working on it forever. Throwing away and remaking it more times than anyone could count. All to make sure it was perfect. It was then that you finally said yes. No one had done anything so thoughtful for you before.

But when you told your best friend the news, she wasn’t happy.

“What?!”

“Listen, I know it sounds stupid-”

“That’s because it is stupid (Y/N)! We both know his past and how he still was before you agreed to go out with him! How are you sure he isn’t gonna do the same shit to you?!”

“He’s been asking me for years and actually made me this metal bouquet of flowers. Aren’t they beautiful, though?” Showing her the flowers, you watch her sigh.

“What happens when he breaks your heart? What will you do then?” You were silent as you looked away from her. Her hands go to your shoulders, and it makes you look at her.

“I just don’t want you crying over someone like him. I’m just worried about you, okay?”

“I know. Thank you for watching out for me. I’m going to give him a chance. Maybe he’s ready to grow up? But if I get my heart broken. Then you’ll get to say, ‘I told you so’.” Laughing at the last part, you pull (.....) into a hug and enjoy how you could always rely on her to be by your side.

Your eyes caught the metal bouquet on the kitchen table. The sun hit it just right to where it shined in your eyes. Furrowing your brows, an immediate disgust came over you as you looked at them. The one thing that had you thinking he’d changed was laughing at you and calling you a fool for falling for it.

Turning away from the bedroom door, you carefully and quietly walked to the metal sculpture. You pull one of the roses out from the vase they resided in and look at it. You twirled it with your fingers before gripping it tightly. Using your other hand, you encase the metal rosebud with the palm of your hand before twisting it harshly.

The sharp metal cut into your hand as you ripped off the rose head. A small hiss escaped you, yet you continued. Putting down the first destroyed rose, you move on to the second one. Then the third, fourth, fifth, until every single rose had been ripped apart. By the time you were finished, the stems of the flowers were scattered across the kitchen table, as well as the blood-covered roses. A good representation of a broken heart if you say so.

You could still hear the moans coming from the bedroom, and the more you listened and paid attention, the more you swore you recognized the tone of voice. Tip-toeing to the door, you place your ear against the wood. Taking a few seconds, you listen carefully to try to pinpoint who it could be.

“Eustass~”

As soon as the words were heard, you felt your world shatter. That was (.....)’s voice. That was (.....) in there fucking your boyfriend. And your boyfriend was cheating on you with your best friend. The two people you cared about the most stabbing you in the back. It’s even worse knowing that (.....) was cheating on her own boyfriend, Trafalgar Law. The smartest person you’ve ever met. He was valedictorian in high school and had the highest grades in college. He's now a world known respected doctor who’s saved so many lives. Everything he’s done, and this is what happens to him? How could Eustass and (.....) pull this on you and Law?

A rage washed over you as soon as you heard her moan his name again. Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you unlock it and call Law. You thankfully had his number after a project you guys did together a month before college ended, and you just never remembered to delete it.

“Come on, Law. Pick up.” Whispering, you cross your fingers.

“(Y/N)-ya? Why are you-”

“I really need you to stay on the line, okay? I’m going to facetime you now, alright?”

“What? Why? (Y/N)-ya, I have to go back to work-”

“(.....)’s cheating on you with my boyfriend right now as we speak. Don’t believe me? Listen!” You put your phone against the door, and all you heard was silence on Law’s side of the phone. A groan of (.....)’s name leaving Eustass’s mouth finally made you snap.

“That’s it!” Busting open the door, your met with a half-naked Eustass and a very naked (.....).

“Shit (Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)! It’s not what it looks like!” Clutching your phone tightly in your hand, you finally feel your anger bubble over.

“Don’t pull that shit with me! If your gonna be a backstabbing whore at least admit it! Fucking my boyfriend?! The boyfriend you hated?! Did you just want to fuck him the whole time?! How long has this been going on?!” You watched as (.....) scrambled to get her clothes on, and Eustass pushed his dick back in his pants.

“This is the only time it’s happened, I swear!”

“This is all an accident (Y/N), okay? I promise-”

“Oh, so your dick accidentally found its way into her? I don’t believe that for a second! And don’t tell me about your bullshit promises!” You can feel the cut on your hand finally start to sting as blood starts to puddle against the floor. The cut must have been much deeper than you originally thought.

“You're bleeding! (Y/N) are you okay?!-”

“Oh, don’t act like you care (.....)! If you actually cared, you wouldn’t be fucking my boyfriend in my bed! If you actually had a fucking heart, you wouldn’t have cheated on Law either!” The mention of Law's name has a look of horror appear on (.....)'s face.

“Please don’t tell him (Y/N)! I love him, and I don’t want him to leave me!”

“I’m breaking up with you.” (.....)’s face dropped when she realized Law heard everything. Tears start pouring down her face.

“That makes two of us.” You take off the ring Eustass gave you before walking over to (.....) Plopping it into her hand, you look at her with hatred and a disgusted smile.

“Obviously, this was meant for you since he loves you so much he can’t stop saying your name.” You grab the bag you left by the bedroom door before turning around and start to collect things around the apartment that you need.

“I’ll make sure to tell the landlord that my name’s off the lease and that I’ll gather my things tomorrow morning.” Holding everything you could gather at the moment, you make your way to the front door.

“Where do you think you're going?!” You feel Eustass grab your wrist and bring you closer to him. Looking into his eyes, you see panic, fear, and anger swirling around in them.

“Leaving, obviously! I’m not gonna stay and shatter my heart more after seeing a man I loved, wanted to marry even, fucking my now ex-best friend.” The panic grew more evident as he pulled you to his chest. Both arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t leave.

“You can’t leave, alright! I know I fucked up, but please, let’s talk about this. She means nothing to me! She’s just some slut-”

“A slut you fucked knowing you were taken.” Tears started spilling from your eyes as you felt him hold you closer.

“Why? Why would you do this to me? Why’d you say you loved me when you out fucking my best friend? How dare you hold me close and act like the stench of sex and her perfume isn’t surrounding you?”

“I’m outside in the car (Y/N).” Hearing Law’s voice shocked you as you remember you never hung up on him. He was so quiet, and you heard nothing on the other side of the line. Having him even show up was surprising, but you weren’t gonna throw away this opportunity to get away from Eustass and (.....).

“Alright, be right there-”

“No, she won’t! Fuck off, Trafalgar, and take your bitch with you!” Eustass grabbed your phone and hung up before throwing your phone on the couch.

“Eustass! Are you-” You feel one of his hands push your head to his. His lips met yours, and you could feel the urgency in his kisses.

“Please don’t…leave me…” Kissing your between words only had your heart shattering more. How could he kiss you like he loves you after pulling a stunt like this?

It took almost everything inside you not to dig your fingers into his hair and kiss him back. You wanted it all to be a dream and that when you woke up, you’d be sleeping against his chest.

Putting your hand against his bare chest, you feel his bare skin against your open wound. It made him pull away from his panicked kisses when he felt your bloody hand on his chest.

“Jesus (Y/N)! What happened?!”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Stay here, I’m grabbing bandages!” Letting you go, you see him rush to the bathroom. Taking this chance, you grab your phone and start running out the door. Anything you can carry in tow, you run down the stairs as you hear (.....) scream your name and Eustass yelling at you to stop.

But who was he to tell you what to do?

Bursting out the apartment complex’s door, you see Law’s car parked waiting for you. Using all your strength, you run as fast as you can. Grabbing the car door, You swung it open before slamming it shut. Everything you brought with you on your lap.

“Drive!” Wasting no time, Law stomps on the gas, and as you see Eustass run out of the apartment, watching you and Law drive away.

~~~

If you guys do want this to be an actual fic series, let me know cause this concept is quite interesting to me.

#one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass captain kid x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader

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notroosterbradshaw · 1 year

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slow dancing in a burning room - prologue

about: it was so easy to fall in all-consuming love with Bradley Bradshaw... but it was another thing to stay in it.

word count: >1k (we’re just easing it in, friends)

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, angst (I cannot stress this enough, this isn’t the usually fluffy goodness of this universe), smut, fluff.

masterlist.

six weeks earlier.

“Well, I guess I’m gonna take off,” Bradley raised himself to his feet and flexed to stretch his aching back. It had been such a long night, he couldn’t believe it ended like this. You didn’t stand… you didn’t have the strength in your legs and were trapped by the boxes that were supposed to be moving into Bradley’s tomorrow.

Today. Goddammit.

It was nearly 3am. The removals company was due at 9am. How the fuck were you going to cancel them now? You couldn’t wait to greet sweaty, stinky removalists and tell them you weren’t going anywhere. And duly pay them for the service. “I’m sorry, Bradley,” you told him again and he swore to himself if you told him again how sorry you were, he was going to detonate.

He muttered your name, his voice raspy with exhaustion. “Please stop saying that… It honestly means shit to me right now,” he went over to the bench and collected his keys and phone, pocketing them, ignoring the notifications. “Can you just put my stuff in a box, I’ll grab it when you’re at work or something?” he suggested, chewing the inside of his lip to blood, cutting it open – he reckoned he’d chewed the inside of his cheek to blisters hours ago.

“Sure,” you said quietly.

“All right,” he sighed, rubbing his tired, stinging eyes. “Just know... I never wanted to disappoint you, love.”

“I know. I didn’t want to disappoint you either,” you said softly. But you’d been pushed to a limit you couldn’t cope with. And you’d been explicit on it since the beginning. It was your dealbreaker. Moving to your feet and dancing around boxes to him, you stood close enough to clutch his shirt in your fists.

“Are you really sure this is what you want?” he asked sadly, holding your hips rough, in a desperate last-ditch effort to get you to change your mind. He couldn’t let you escape his grasp this time. He needed you to look into his eyes and tell him explicitly. Spell it out. “How can I make you change your mind? Please, I’ll give you space and anything else you need… just don’t end this,” he pleaded desperately. “You can’t just end this, this – we’re are too good.”

“I didn’t end it, Bradley,” you told him stoically.

His eyes searched yours, but he knew his heart of hearts that he didn’t either. “Can we just try and start again or something?” He was embarrassed at the straw he was clutching at to try and keep you, but he knew he’d lost. You’d checked out.

“It won’t change anything,” you said, reaching to grasp his bearded cheek, and a lone tear slipped from you again and you’d cried so much tonight. And he swore he was doing everything in his power not to break down, get on his knees and plead you didn’t ruin the best thing that ever happened to him. But he had to keep some pride. He’d lost so much in his life. His father, his mother, his only other family in Maverick. He almost lost his life. But you, his sweet girl, his love. You were his everything and now he was losing that too.

His thumb swept the tear away but couldn’t stop the flood that followed, and he held you as you wept into his shirt. He cooed soft nothings into your hair, telling you he loved you, that he wouldn’t know what to do without you until you slipped out of his arms and stood before him, your loneliness overwhelmed him. All the strength from earlier had dissipated and standing was about the only action you could see through while you told him that his job was too much of a risk for you and that simply couldn’t be together anymore. You thought you’d lost him and while you knew he was good at what he did, learning about his crash had changed everything and he had been willing to risk that.

“Well, I guess that’s that,” he sighed, letting you go. He pressed a kiss into your forehead and silently moved towards the door, aching for you. Heading towards the hallway, he didn’t mutter a goodbye as he left your apartment for good but his heart screamed for you to mutter his name, just one last grasp of hope.

When it didn’t come, he closed the door quietly after him.

You collapsed on the couch, just... done. Your eyes were like sandpaper and your skin was stinging, the tears that had freely flowed irritating your cheeks and down your throat and chest. You wouldn’t be able to look in the mirror tomorrow… you probably wouldn’t recognise whom you saw anyway.

How had something so good fallen apart so terribly?

Pulling a cushion to your chest, you couldn’t fathom answering any of the questions that swarmed your brain, the pounding was so loud that no painkillers could help you. You tossed the lone cushion across the room and pushed past taped-up boxes of your belongings to get a glass of water. Your whole body was dehydrated.

“Fuck,” you drawled, kitchen items (including glasses) packed by Bradley and you had no idea where he had put them. Sighing, you figured no time like the present to unpack your life again even as the adrenaline of the last 12 hours waned through you… sleep would not easily come any time soon and with tears in your eyes, you started to undo it all again.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

one.

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lowkeychenle · 11 months

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The Last Straw [ZCL] (M)

Description: Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin).

(This was requested!! Thank you for the request and I'll respond to the ask with this link <3)

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Content Warnings: Explicit (protected) sex, I have a thing for Chenle saying pretty girl so excuse that in almost all of my Chenle fics rip me, Chenle is just perfect okay but also sassy

Word Count: 3,742

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat. Cockblocker!Jaemin because he's a mess)

Juliet's Masterlist

(also I made a moodboard for this one instead of using gif and i think the moodboards are so much more fun so I'll prolly make these from now on! Disclaimer: I don't own any of these photos!)

“Respectfully, if you don’t knock that off, I’m gonna swat you upside the head.” You give Jaemin a pointed look from your spot on Chenle’s couch. “You’re just mad that he beat you again.”

“He cheated.” Jaemin crosses his arms over his chest, returning your glare with ease. “No way he’s actually that good at this shit.”

“I think I’m pretty good at everything, honestly.” Chenle shrugs, leaning back against the cushion and resting his arms along the top, fingertips brushing your shoulder.

You and Chenle have been best friends for years. Longer than he’s known Jaemin, that’s for sure. No way would you take Jaemin’s side over Chenle’s, even if he so happened to be in the wrong.

You look at him with a smile, which he returns, brow quirking in response. Jaemin grimaces at the two of you.

“At least let me leave before you start making out.” He scrunches up his nose. “Disgusting.”

The tips of your ears burn as your attention shoots over to Jaemin. At the same time, Chenle launches a throw pillow in his direction, leaning forward as if he’s about to stand up. Jaemin holds his hands up in mock surrender as he swats it away.

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” he says, running his fingers through his faded pink hair. “And don’t have too much fun by yourselves.”

When the door closes behind him, it leaves you and Chenle in awkward silence. You can’t lie and say you’d never thought about kissing him, but not recently. If ‘recently’ is only the past few days. There’s something about the general confidence Chenle has that makes you curious.

“Um.” Chenle clears his throat, pressing his lips together in a thin line. “Wanna pick something to watch? I’ll make popcorn.”

“Absolutely.” You give an exaggerated nod, lunging forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

You think everything will go back to normal after he returns with a bowl. He sits next to you, putting his arm over your shoulders again and shifting until he’s pressed comfortably against you. This isn’t abnormal, but for some reason, it has your heart racing much faster than it should.

The show plays for maybe two minutes before he clears his throat. You think nothing of it until he does it again, pulling your attention to his face. The lights inside the house are off, but the sun is resting just above the horizon, painting an orange glow on his skin.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask. “Do you need some water? You haven’t even had any popcorn yet.”

He blinks. Once. Twice. His eyes even flutter across your face.

“This is weird. What’s going on?” You frown at him.

“Have you ever thought about it?” He quirks an eyebrow.

You chuckle. “Thought about what?”

“Nevermind. Forget it.” He shakes his head, leaning back with a slight pout to his lips.

“No, tell me.” You gently smack his chest. “Don’t do that.”

“Fine. Just remember you made me say this,” he grumbles, sitting up again. He’s only inches away from you like this. “Have you ever thought about kissing me?”

“I mean…yeah.” You shrug. “We’re around each other all the time. I’ve literally seen you kiss people before. Nothing wrong with a little curiosity, you know?”

“Why haven’t you asked?”

“Asked what?” You laugh before you stop yourself. “To kiss you? Are you insane?”

“You just said you wanted to,” he points out, shifting closer. “Why wonder when you can know for real?”

“You want to?” Your eyes widen as they dart down to his lips unintentionally.

You watch his pupils dilate, his eyelids threatening to flutter shut as he nods. He’s so close to you, you feel his short, choppy breaths. What the hell are you doing? This is the last thing that should happen—in no world is Chenle kissing you a good idea. You’ll fall into a rabbit hole and probably accidentally admit how you want more than that.

No way in hell you’re going to stop him when he’s looking at you like that, though. He hesitates, meeting your gaze one last time, a thousand questions moving from his mind to yours. There’s only one you need to answer, and you do. Slowly, you nod.

The initial brush has sparks igniting along your skin, and you instinctively grip onto the sleeve of his T-shirt. Usually, he’d tease you for something like that. He’d say something about how you’re trying to strip him down, but he doesn’t seem to have any other thought besides kissing you right now. This is the most attractive you’ve ever seen him.

When he really kisses you, his full lips pressing gently against yours, you swear electricity courses through the two of you, the sparks enough to make you gasp. You’d imagined this plenty of times, but never did you think it could be like this.

He sighs, bringing his hand up to weave it through your hair. You push yourself closer to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

The second his tongue runs across your bottom lip, you let out a short, quiet moan. Instead of taking a moment to tease you about it, he uses the opening. The two of you battle for dominance, but when his thumb rubs against your scalp, you know you’re no match for him.

Everything around you heats up, and as much as you hate to deny it, you feel your panties dampen. Your body tingles with excitement as he guides your back down against the couch, finding the spot between your legs he fits in perfectly. No matter what, you don’t dare open your eyes or pull away right now. If this is a dream, you sure as hell don’t want to wake from it.

As he settles on top of you, you gasp when you feel him semi-hard through his shorts. Before you can psych yourself out of it, you reach for the hem of his shirt and start sliding it up. He takes the hint, pulling away to tug the fabric over his head. Unfortunately for you, you don’t have time to admire him before his lips are on yours again.

“I was almost all the way home when I—what the fuck?” A familiar voice from the doorway has Chenle launching away from you.

The trance is broken, the moment is gone, and all you’re left with is burning cheeks and instant shame under Jaemin’s scrutiny.

Chenle scrambles for his shirt, and instead of putting it back on, he puts it over his lap in a poor attempt to hide his arousal. You can’t bring yourself to sit up, your palms still flat on your face.

“I didn’t know you guys actually did that.” Jaemin grins, placing his hands on his hips and smiling widely. “Good job, buddy.”

“We don’t.” Chenle rolls his eyes. “What did you even need?’

“I left my jacket here.” Jaemin points over to the kitchen, where it’s draped over one of the dining room chairs.

“Okay…so how about you grab it…and you go?” Chenle glances up to the ceiling, as if he’s asking for strength, and then blinks rapidly at Jaemin. “Like, now.”

You still haven’t moved, only spreading your fingers apart to look at Chenle.

“Right. Yeah, duh.” Jaemin rushes to get it, not acknowledging either of you again until he’s at the door. He stops, reaching into his pocket for his wallet before he tosses something at Chenle. “Make sure you’re safe! Bye!”

He leaves, and when you finally get the courage to look up, Chenle has his head in his palm. A condom is about a foot in front of him, sending another wave of embarrassment to your face.

“So…” Chenle trails off. “Maybe we should rewind the show.”

Disappointment flutters around your heart. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” You gulp and grab the remote. Regardless of how much you wish you could yell at Jaemin for interrupting, the urge to continue doesn’t subside.

“(Y/N).” He sighs, brows furrowing. “I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to do that again.” He leans his head back on the couch, and this time, you pay close attention to the expanse of his neck. The two of you don’t hide things from each other, so nothing is off limits—you’ve heard all about the things he likes, and neck kisses are one of his weaknesses. Your mouth waters at the thought of it.

“Me too.”

“But I need you to know it’s not just…it’s not all I want.” He closes his eyes, cringing at his own words.

Your brain doesn’t compute what he means at first—you assume something completely different. “Are you saying you want to have sex?”

His attention shoots to you. “No! Well, yeah, but that’s not what I meant by that. I have feelings for you, dumbass."

“For me?” You snort, half-choking on a laugh until you realize he’s serious. “Why?”

“You’re an idiot.” He rolls his eyes and groans. “Why wouldn’t I? Have you seen yourself? Met yourself? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, but if you even try to repeat that to anyone I will vehemently deny it until the day I die.”

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that?” Your brain whirls at the sight of him, and your entire body yearns to be close to his again.

“It’s the truth. I’ve liked you for a while now, but I’ve never had the courage to say anything.” Chenle chews the inside of his cheek, pondering. The thought of Chenle’s confidence wavering when it comes to you has your heart tumbling in your chest.

“You know what this means?” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Hm?”

“Your mom is going to be so excited.” You bite back a smile, but it breaks through anyway when you see him glare at you, narrowing his eyes.

“Why would you bring my mom up right now? Are you trying to make me go soft?” His words send heat to your cheeks, and it takes everything in you not to tap them to snap yourself out of it.

“You’re still hard after Jaemin came in here like that?” You push his shoulder.

“I was on top of you, dude. There’s only one way I’ll be able to get this thing down, and hopefully, it’ll be with you and not my hand.” He takes a deep breath. “Whatever you decide is good with me.”

Leaving Chenle to his hand is the last thing you’d even think about doing right now. You don’t want to move too quickly, but when he looks away from you briefly, you use that as an opportunity to straddle his lap. He gulps and shifts beneath you, immediately gripping your waist.

“And now you’re on top of me,” he mutters. “I’m gonna have so many dreams about this.”

Before your nerves can overtake you, you dip your head down until you're mere centimeters from him. He wasn’t lying about how hard he is, his bulge pressing beautifully against you. At this point, you curse yourself for wearing denim shorts. You’d be feeling it so much more if you were in something softer.

“You should know,” he says, right hand trailing up to cup your cheek. “We can take this slow if you want. I don’t want to rush you. Everything needs to be done right.”

“Kiss me, dumbass.”

He grins softly, only for a moment before his beautiful mouth is on yours again, working magic you’re sure only he’s capable of. You live for the sounds the two of you make, your lips moving together in harmony as if you’re made for each other.

At this point, you think you just may be.

You sit still on top of him, not quite wanting to elevate things yet, and he doesn’t push you. He lets you take everything at your own pace. Eventually, your tongues meet again, but you don’t fight him this time. You allow him to explore your mouth, sighing at how skilled he is at it. When he pulls away, his teeth gently digging into your bottom lip to tug it, you groan, your hips finally moving on their own accord. His smug look quickly fades as his breath shudders. You grind down on him, his hardness gliding along your clit through way too many sets of fabric.

“Chenle,” you groan. “I need you.”

“Patience, pretty girl,” he hums, moving along to your rhythm. “Need you to keep going, okay? Don’t stop.”

You didn’t intend to. Instead of waiting for his next move, your lips connect with his neck, nipping and licking along the skin you know is sensitive. You feel his soft moan before you hear it, and something inside of you snaps.

“Damn it, Chenle, I need more.”

“Do you?” His gaze darkens when he meets yours, fingers still weaved in your hair.

“I need you.”

He wets his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he nods. “We should go to my room.”

Doing your best to keep grinding down on him, you reach down to the bottom of your T-shirt, making quick work of it so it can join Chenle’s on the couch. He stares at you, attention everywhere.

“I lied,” he breathes out, shaking his head. “I don’t like you. I’m in love with you. Let me take you to my room.”

The confession sends you reeling for half a second, and then you’re sliding off his lap to allow him to get up. You’re already weak at the knees thinking of all the things about to happen between the two of you, but you don’t dare say anything else as he bends to grab Jaemin’s condom from the ground, intertwines your fingers, and practically drags you toward his bedroom.

Right when you step foot through the threshold, he closes the door behind you and pushes you up against it. His lips work harshly on yours, leaving you to whine into him. Without wasting another second, his fingers pop the button on your shorts, and he pushes them down your thighs. They slide to the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. You almost get self-conscious at the way he’s looking at you, but his hand starts ghosting along your inner thighs.

“I wonder how wet you are.” His voice is dangerously low, sending all sorts of shivers up your spine.

“Why don’t you feel and find out?” you taunt him, rocking your hips toward him.

With one quick movement, he unclasps your bra, leaving your top half bare as his head dips down. He nips at the flesh, and you swear you feel your heart pounding in your throat. Taking your nipple into his mouth, he swirls along it. He tweaks the other, and a moan escapes you before you can even try to hold it back.

“How about I make you cum on my face?” he mumbles, nipping as his mouth trails downward.

Then he’s on his knees in front of you. Never in your wildest dreams had you ever imagined a man like Chenle on his knees for you. His fingers hook in the hem of your panties, and he glances up at you.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

You nod, but it’s not enough for him.

“Say it out loud,” he commands. “I need to hear you say it.”

“It’s more than okay. Please do something.” Your head thuds against the wood of the door.

He smirks, tugging your panties down to the floor. Hoisting your leg up on his shoulder, he leans forward to lick a broad stripe up your core. You’re not sure where to grab, but you can’t find anything to hold onto except for the door handle.

Pausing, he reaches upward, guiding one of your hands to his hair. You take the hint, grasping onto him for support. Your one leg keeping you standing is already shaking, and when his tongue prods at your slit, you shudder.

His nose nudges your clit, and you push him further between your legs.

He pulls away, mouth shining with your arousal. “My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy. I could fucking eat you forever.” And just like that, he returns to his ministrations, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud and flicking it with his tongue.

You cry out his name like a mantra, grinding into his face while he doesn’t dare let up for even a moment. Knots form in your stomach—the kind that have your hips bucking wildly—and suddenly, the repeated ‘Chenle’s escaping your mouth start to taste so, so sweet.

And then you crumble, hardly able to stay afloat. He slows down, helping you ride out your high before placing one last kiss on your clit and standing up.

His lips meet yours, and the taste of you doesn’t do a thing to bother you when you’re so dazed from your orgasm. He moves down to the sensitive spot by your ear, and you gasp, tightening your grip on him.

“Chenle.” You pull him up to look at you. “I love you, too.”

His breathing shutters as he spins you around, mouths connected harshly, and walks you back toward his bed. The glow of the sun has faded, the night sky surrounding the two of you in delicate, gentle silver light as he lowers you onto his mattress.

He pauses, eyes trailing over your body slowly, as if in appreciation. Neither of you moves until his hands move down to his sweatpants. You’re barely able to see him as he grabs the condom from his pocket and before pushing them and his underwear to the floor. He steps closer to you, gripping your thighs and tugging you to the edge.

“Are you sure?” he whispers. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You sit up and take the condom from him. Once you rip the wrapper open, he gulps, watching as you reach down. A small sound escapes him when you wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke it a few times.

“Yes,” you say. “I’m sure.”

You roll it on him. He barely gives you enough time to finish with it before he crushes his mouth to yours with every ounce of feeling he has.

Scooting back on his bed, he climbs on to join you, stopping only when he hovers over you. His face is so close to yours, you almost moan at how swollen his lips are. He lines himself up with your entrance, making sure to brush against your clit a couple times.

And then he’s pushing inside you, stretching you slowly while he waits for your reaction. Your eyes roll and you lift your hips to get him deeper. He pauses, nuzzling against your shoulder, shuddering breaths fanning across your skin.

You close your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress as you adjust to the way he fits. He starts slow, pulling out only a bit to push back in. You weave your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp in encouragement as he picks up his pace. His hips roll against yours, each thrust pulling sounds from you.

“God,” he mumbles, running his tongue along your collarbone.

“Kiss me,” you say, tugging at him. “Please.”

His lips are on your seconds later, surprisingly gentle. Your heart thuds in your chest. He swallows every moan, reaching up to intertwine intertwine your fingers together. With your hand pinned next to your head, you get lost in his rhythm. Everything around you is unbearably hot, skin sticking to skin while sounds of your wetness fills the room with each of his movements. Your brain whirls and you swear you’re going crazy the longer he’s inside you.

The pleasure is so intense, you doubt you’ve ever felt this way before. Your body shakes from his movements, and you do your best to match him. You feel knots forming in your stomach, but you don’t want it to be over yet, you want to be in this bed with him forever while he makes love to you.

He shifts closer, and you cry out when he slides right into your spot. His mouth rests against yours, gazes locked as he repeats the action over and over.

Releasing your hand, he reaches between the two of you, fingers connecting with your clit. You’re unashamed of your loud moan, especially as your orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Arching into him, you grip his shoulders.

He curses, face contorting in ecstasy as you clench around him like a vice. With a low groan, he snaps his hips into yours, sucking in a breath as he reaches his climax. He pants, setting his forehead on yours with his eyes closed.

“Good fucking God,” he mutters. “You’re amazing.”

Your mind is so shattered and overwhelmed, you can’t do anything but giggle. He’s shocked for a moment, but he joins you, kissing you once more before gently pulling out of you. You slump into his mattress, staring up at the ceiling fan.

“I’ll be right back,” Chenle tells you, rolling off of the bed to dispose of the condom.

Sweat sticks uncomfortably to your skin, but not even that can wipe the smile off your face. When he returns, he finds his place next to you, and regardless of the heat, he pulls you to his chest.

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut. “Mm.”

“Holy shit, I fucked you dumb.” He laughs, squeezing you.

You give him the best glare you’re able to muster, but it must not be that great, because his smile doesn’t fade.

“So.” Brushing your hair behind your ear, he raises an eyebrow at you. “I think we should go out on a date. Or something.”

“Right now?” You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“No, not right now.” He shakes his head. “Soon, though. Like tomorrow.”

You grin, nodding. “I want that.”

“Good. Me too.” Chenle cradles you closer to him.

Grabbing the small blanket folded at the foot of his bed, he brings it up to cover both of you and hums when you throw your arm around him.

“I love you,” he says, voice so soft it’s almost lost in the night.

“I love you, too,” you reply with ease.

With his steady heartbeat as your lullaby, you have no problem falling asleep in his grasp.

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct #nct scenarios #nct dream smut #chenle #zhong chenle #chenle imagine #nct chenle #nct dream chenle #chenle fluff #chenle smut #chenle x reader #chenle scenarios

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shy4turcs · 11 months

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can you write crouching to your eye level while they cup your chin, wiping your tears, "tell me what i can do for you." "stay." & "I can never get tired of you." with markkk

“Im Here” Mark Estapa

(This is me self projecting 🧍‍♂️I’ve had a shit couple of weeks)

Warning: lose of friendships? Idk Iil Angst but mostly fluff

Life had just not been going good recently, with summer just starting of course you’ve made plans with your girlfriends right? No just two week in both girls had suddenly needed “a break from you” leaving you alone for the first month of summer until tonight when your boyfriend mark was finally coming home from his boys trip.

Mark on the other hand didn’t know about any of this, he was left in the dark with you not wanting to ruin his vacation and feeling guilty as if you weren’t good enough and maybe just like your friends, mark was eventually gonna get tired of you too. Mark took notice to this instantly, he knew you to well to not know if something was up so he grab your favorite candy and flowers before driving down to your house.

Perking your head up to the sound of knocking your tiredly walk over pulling open the door, eyes shooting open at the sight of you boyfriend holding what he had gotten for you with a smile on his face

“Surprising bab-“ mark getting cut off as you jump onto his body almost knocking him over and sighing in relief that he was really there, your eyes slightly getting teary as you finally let go of all the emotions you pent up for the last month.

Mark tighten his arms around you feeling the shift in the mood as he just held you in silence before putting you down to look at you

“I missed you so much Marky” you spoke out in a hushed tone because pulling his face down for a kiss

Mark pulled back and look at you for a minute, “I miss you too lovely, are you okay baby”?

That was the last straw before you broke down leaning against the wall be eventually crumpling down. Mark stood there in shock still clueless to what been going on but then snapping out of it crouching down in front of you, cupping your chin and gently wiping your tears

“Oh baby what happened” he gently spoke

Not ready to talk about you just shook your head no and he took the hit reminding himself to bring up later

“Tell me what i can do for you” he looked at you before pulling you into his arm

“Stay please” you whispered burying your head into his chest, he kissed the top of you head then picked you up and carrying you to bed.

He left you there for a second pulling his shirt off before climbing in next to you pulling you to his chest while he rubbed you back

“If your ready to talk about it I’m ready to listen” he whispered afraid to scare you off again as he looked down at you, you just nodded you head

You spoke about what happened between you and your two friends and how you’ve been alone the passed month and how you were afraid of ruining his trip so you didn’t tell him until now

“I was afraid that just like the girls you were eventually gonna get tired of me that’s why I never said anything I thought it would be easier” you spoke out in between sniffles tears coming to you eyes again

“Oh pretty girl I’m so sorry, I wish you would’ve come to me I hate seeing so upset” he softly spoke pulling you into him even tighter now playing with the ends of your hair

“I can never get tired of you” he whispered as he lifted your face to look at him

“How could I get tired of this beautiful face and your awful dad jokes” he laughed trying to lighten the mood, knowing he succeeded when you smiled and let out a breathy laugh before looking at him funny

“What” you gasped lightly smacking your chest

“I’ll have you know my dad jokes make everyone laugh even you sometimes mister, don’t hate” you laughed out before pecking his lips and laying back down on his chest

He laughed as he gently stroked you hair making you sleepy

“Thank you” you quietly said sleep slowly taking over

Mark just smiled kissing your head and whispering he loves you before falling asleep with you.

Tags: @drysdalesv (I cannot believe your asleep rn 🧍‍♂️)

#umich #umich hockey #mark estapa #mark estapa fluff #shy writes!

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autismsupermusicalassassin · 6 months

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A day at the museum with daddy little one 🌙

plot: Steven decides to take Isaac to the museum dispite his ex manager going to berate him for what Marc did from his fight with a demonic jackal…

a/n: This is the second fic the single dad au of Oscar’s moon knight and im sorry for my Jewish readers if I messed up on certain parts

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They were bickering about today plans again but this time they keep accidentally switching controlling the body , “Steven you can’t just take Isaac out to the museum now” Marc complained in control of his own body before switching to Steven to clap back his reason and making Isaac laugh at the switching “but Marc I wanted to show him all the Egyptian things and history of how the civilization went through and such” Steven retorts while cleaning up his breakfast and gets isaac clean up from the baby food mess, then looks at his reflection of a grump Marc. “and it’s your fault that you made me to take control of the body and made me look like I destroyed the loo that night!” Marc just made a face at Steven, “you’re still not over that incident!?!? How many fucking times I have to tell you that I’m sorry?!” “AY WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?! I AM TRYING TO SLEEP HERE IN THE HEADSPACE” Jake shouted he was exhausted from all the people he had to cabie drive around London last night for some high schoolers homecoming dance or something before letting going to do some Moonknight shit. Isaac meanwhile tries grabbing the Star of David around his dad(s) neck while continuing to bounce around in his high chair cooing, “well marc if you don’t like it then you don’t have to be co fronting for today” Steven said putting his foot down and points at his reflection accusingly when taking Isaac out of his high chair and getting him dress in a onesie for the cold autumn month ahead of them in England “ I’m just saying I don’t think it’s wise to take Isaac there okay” Marc looks at his son through the reflection of the fish tank tank “I just want to keep him safe” “we all do Marc…” Steven said reassuring him reminded him that the death of Randell wasn’t his fault. A small coo drought them back to reality as Isaac get put in the stroller while he kicks his tiny little legs up in the air in excitement “all right,all right lad we’re going on a trip are you excited” Steven said gleefully as he booped isaac’s little nose as they head out of the flat and heading to the museum. Dispite having a Jewish background, Steven can’t help but admire the big Christmas tree and decor in the lobby of the museum as he smiles at Isaac who apparently is taking a little nappy in the stroller he was pushing towards the Egyptian exhibit while he takes out a tiny straw cover out of the miniature pyramid of Giza and starts talking to Isaac telling him all about the history of Egypt about their gods /goddesses and its culture. “You see Isaac the Egyptian believed you needed your heart to be judged in the underworld. Only the worthiest would be able to pass through Filed of Reeds , believe it or not i and Marc were there for a bit when we-“ suddenly the rudest woman voice interrupted him “Oy , Stevie is that you you lout?” Steven goes pale and turns to see Donna, he’s ex boss that he and Marc thought that she might be fire due to a lack of empathy or emotion , not to mention Jake wanted to scare her or curse at her back when Steven was working for her. “Hello Donna” he kindly greeted her while trying to avoid her annoying gum chew which steven swears that she’s gonna blow up a bubble and pop it to scare him and wake up Isaac from his stroller nap “ and it’s Steven with a v Donna” Donna who is odlivous to see the baby stares at him with disgusted expression while holding a box of what looks like a Anubis plushie wearing a mini Santa hats on them while putting them down on the gift shop area “if this about rehiring you just to be a bloody tour guide then no your not gonna happen you dult” she’s said to him hurting Steven’s feelings like when he worked in the museum gift shop

“ well actually Donna that’s not the case here . I’m-“ he gets cut off by Donna again while Steven knows that Marc and Jake are trying to hold it together not to take control of the body and slap Donna hard in the face or for Jake see her choke on her own chewing gum as karma “then what is it then? You auditioning for a tour guide again?” She asked “because you aren’t ever going to be one” Steven frown deepened his also heard Isaac starting to stir awake from his mini nappy “well, That’s actually more crushing to hear now because I’m actually here with my baby son.” He replied with a fake smile while trying to sue pressed Marc or even take control over the body as his son rubbed his eyes and looking at them.

Donna looks at the newly awaken baby with a scoff a sign that she didn’t believe him “you’re joking right? Stevie Grant , a 30 year old virgin somehow managed to impregnated a gal and decided to raise the babe?” She remarked as Steven wince “well actually we-i mean uh…“ Donna cut him off again “so who is that lass that made a baby with without knowing they’ve unintentionally made a mistake making you this lad a Mistake …how are you even paying bloody child support when you don’t have a job? ” After hearing that Steven heart broken at that question …he doesn’t know why jake doesn’t tell them who the mother of their son is or why she decided to leave him in the care of them as Isaac started to babble as he was trying to say something to defend his dad(s) from Donna verbal abuse but he fail and starts to cry slowly, “Donna please you making the little lad cry” he started ‘or maybe he’s hungry or need a diaper change?’ Steven thought “besides I already paid half of the amount to fix the loo damages and which by away still wasn’t me” but as usual Donna doesn’t listen and start to berate Steven and at which point calls , little do they know Marc was watching through the glass reflection on a glass coffin clearly getting piss off at Donna and the fact Isaac isn’t liking the situation that Steven is in “damnit” Marc muttered and feeling like he has enough and he decided on what to do.…as Steven was about feel like he was about to have a panic attack, Marc Spector finally gain control of his own body and give Donna a cold expression “I suggest you stop there Donna” Marc said making Donna startled almost choking on her obnoxious gum chewing at Steven’s sudden American accent that just came out. “Excuse me-“ started but gets cut off by Marc “now listen here you woman, you may act like you own this fucking place and treat Steven like he worthless but he is not! I know people like you Donna Gertrude Oswald , people who don’t know that they are treating people with limitations poorly weather it is a sleep condition or someone going through.” He was anger “and don’t you ever call my son a mistake! I don’t have the answer why or who his mother is but no matter what the reason, That baby is my son and you Donna should have been fire from all the things you said and did to me and other coworkers in this museum, so I’m just gonna give you a warning …if you ever, ever do mistreat anyone like this again, I will not hesitate to give a call to HR about how you been abusing your job title” and with that Marc grab the stroller and starts walking the other direction switching back to a baffled Steven unware some guests filmed the whole encounter .

“You really didn’t have to do that Marc” Steven responded after calming down Isaac while sitting on a bench in the exhibit feed him his bottle and looking at the reflection in front of him “but I did and I was pissed at what she said about Isaac” Marc defended himself looking down, but instead of a mini speech from Steven but what he heard was something unexpected “thanks mate, I too didn’t like what she said about Isaac being a mistake” Steven told him “ though what you said will probably not change Donna behavior though it but you defending speech was amazing Marc.” That made Marc happy and Isaac coos reaching for a piece of the exhibit which was a mini figurine of Khonsu depiction in Hieroglyphs but give a hiccup when Isaac gets put back into the stroller and sucks on his pacifier.

After that Steven continues his explaining the stories and history to Isaac and goes to head home when it’s starting to give Isaac a bath and give a call to get him a babysitter for tomorrow night, When Steven check his socials, he froze when he saw a viral video of him (well marc) giving Donna a taste of her own medicine while the caption read “Karen gets exposed and puts in her place”.

tags: @guruan,@forwantofwill,@melodygatesauthor @ominoose

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #moon boys #moonknight #Singledad au #Donna is a bitch to sweet Steven with a V #moondads #moon knight system #moon baby #Son of moon knight

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vinsmokewife · 8 months

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in plain sight

day 16 of a very zosan centric kinktober - public

While the rest of the straw hats are busy doing things on deck, Sanji and Zoro are having a little bit of fun together.

H-Hey! What are you doing?”

It was a nice day ahead on the Thousand Sunny. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It was all and all, a beautiful day on the ship and Zoro was fingering Sanji in plain view of everyone, almost. Almost because everyone was preoccupied with doing other things and not really watching them. They were sort of out of view as well, obscured by other things so that they could technically hide away if they wanted to but...

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Zoro replied as if it was the most stupid question that he’s ever been asked because it was pretty obvious what he was doing. He had Sanji pinned against the wall. They weren’t as in view as they probably thought they were but if anyone came closer, they’d be seen. Zoro had his fingers buried in Sanji’s ass, stretching him out. He couldn’t believe they were doing this on the deck, but Zoro had been pretty adamant about doing it on the deck. Sanji could see what everyone else was doing. Luffy and Usopp were fooling around to the amusement of Brook and Chopper. Nami was tending to the Orange Trees while Franky was fixing something with Robin who was watching with a loving smile on her face. In fact, he knew if any of them got close, they would see Sanji pushed against a wall with Zoro’s fingers in his ass.

“Y-You...Moss head, they might se-”

Sanji was cut off when Zoro brushed the pads of his fingers against the spot inside of him that would make him feel good. Sanji had to hold a hand to his mouth to stop himself from moaning.

“Then you just need to be quiet, don’t you?”

Zoro prodded a little more. He looked out at the others. No one knew they were there. No one was paying the slightest bit of attention to them. They could do this now with no one knowing but they would have to be quick.

As long as Sanji stayed quiet. This was probably one of the only times that Zoro wanted him to be quiet.

“Didn’t you hear me? Are you that fucking dense? They will see-”

And once again, Zoro didn’t give a shit about what Sanji had to say as he pulled his fingers out and grabbed Sanji by the back of his thighs only to lift him up and wrap his legs around his waist. Before Sanji could protest again, Zoro pulled out his cock and pushed himself inside of Sanji’s hole. This would going to have to be a quick job as the longer they did this, the likelihood that the others would see this increased and to be honest, the other’s seeing what they get up to when the disappear for hours at an end is not what Zoro wanted to happen today or...ever to be honest.

“Shut up...and enjoy this,”

Zoro grunted as he pinned Sanji against the wall and pulled himself out only to slam himself back inside. He had to admit but watching Sanji try his absolute best to keep himself quiet when Zoro knew how loud he could be was very amusing. It was a struggle for himself as well to keep quiet even if Zoro wasn’t one who was loud. Normally huffing and panting but he was being mindful of not being too loud. His grip on Sanji’s waist was going to cause the blonde bruises but Zoro didn’t care all that match. It was just a reminder to him that he belonged to him.

“That’s it...you feel so good...so beautiful,”

Zoro panted against Sanji’s ear before burying his face in his neck. He bit down a few times, soft scrapes of teeth against his neck to drive him wild. Oh god, Sanji was already finding it hard to keep it together. He didn’t want to admit it because he just spent the last few minutes complaining about it but the possibility of being caught in such a compromising position was...kind of hot. He didn’t want to be caught like this, but the thought was hot like this...but Zoro would never let him live it down if he knew that.

“Zoro...I’m gonna.... fuck...”

Sanji bit his lip hard as he started to feel what was the coursing of pleasure through his body. Zoro knew exactly what this meant when he clenched around him and pulled his cock in more, milking him entirely. Sanji’s head went all fuzzy but surprisingly, he managed to keep it together and not moan too loudly. Zoro continued to fuck Sanji roughly until he felt himself spill inside of Sanji too, his hips beginning to rut out of rhythm before he spilled himself into Sanji’s tight hot hole. Immediately when he pulled out, his cum began to seep from his hole. Zoro held Sanji for a moment against the wall until he let Sanji get his feet back onto the ground.

Letting him down, Zoro gave him one last kiss before looking out at the others who were still doing

#one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan fanfic #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zosan #kinktober 2023

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stevengrant-enthusiast · 1 year

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Drunken Confessions

note: Hello!1 I'm having brain rot and currently procrastinating on my research paper. and instead, I wrote this. This is the first fic I've ever written, so please be kind! Please excuse any grammatical mistakes (I wrote this at 2 am). I don't know if anyone will actually read the shit that I post here, but I'm just gonna use this blog as a creative outlet. Love ya'll and enjoy

SUMMARY: You are sad because of Jake Lockley. You are drunk. You tell him that you are sad in your drunk state. That's it.

Pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!Reader (Marc and Steven mentioned)

Rating: fluff! and angst?? Kissing. idk

Warnings: ***I DO NOT HAVE DID** Unrealistic depiction of DID. If I wrote something that is offense, please let me know and I'll fix it ASAP. mentions of alcohol. Established relationship. No use of y/n.

Word Count:900

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Drinking when sad is never a good idea. But when your friends drag you along their bar hopping adventures on a Saturday in London, you already knew that getting pissed drunk was inevitable even before the night began.

Your shit attitude tonight didn’t arise from the fact that you were late to your work today or because your boss chewed you out for a mistake your co-worker made on a report, but rather something- or someone- else. Jake Lockley.

It’s so stupid. You know Jake. He’s a night owl and your schedules don’t really match up. He didn’t mean for it to happen but you guys have just been out of sync lately. And before he knew it, it had almost been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. But as the days went on, you couldn’t help but feel that a piece of you was missing- like a black and empty void growing bigger and bigger everyday.

You guessed that tonight (plus the alcohol) was the final straw, the tipping moment that sent you into a dizzy nightmare of paranoia. Or more realistically, your sobriety had left you along with your rationale and critical thinking skills, because by the end of the night, you had fallen into the deep conspiracy that Jake was avoiding you. He didn’t love you anymore and never wanted to see you again.

And before you could clear your head of this catastrophe of a thought, you were at their doorstep. Still drunk and wobbly.

Slowly, you give three knocks on the door and it opens almost immediately- it’s Jake. You figure (even in your drunken state) from his hat and tie that he is on his way out for the night shift as a cab driver. It’s Saturday night, so yeah. A lot of drunk strangers are probably looking for a ride back home at this hour.

But right now, you see him. In his white shirt. A little scruff of a beard. You didn’t mean to cry, but you couldn’t help the tears that fell fervently at the beautiful sight of him.

“Mi vida?! What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?”

Of course his mind would go to that. But instead of answering, you just look at him with glassy eyes and a slight frown. His eyes are blown open with concern and his brows in a furrow. His hands are readily reaching out in a desperate attempt to comfort you.

You subside the tears for a moment to gather the courage to ask him the impending question that has been bothering you for the past couple hours.

“Jake.. Where have you been? I missed you..”

His face relaxes and tilts slightly up in realization. He pulls you inside the flat by the waist and holds you close.

“Lo siento mi alma… I’ve been so busy lately. I’ve neglected you.”

Your heart breaks silently at his words. Here’s Jake, busting his ass on his job. Dealing with annoying drunks every night and coming home at the crack of dawn. And you’re selfishly centering yourself in his problems. You look up at him with a face somehow sadder than before.

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. you didn’t do anything wrong. I- I just thought you didn’t want to see me anymore. I’m sorry.”

“That's insane mi corazón, you know that. But I'm so sorry for making you feel that way. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“It's just.. just sometimes I'm too sensitive I guess. And.. I feel like I'm not there for you when you need my support or anything else.”

You choke on your words as they come up. In an attempt to fight the tears that are on the verge of spilling, you bite your lower lip and bury your face into his chest, soaking up his white shirt.

Jake gently cups your face in his big hands and tilts it to meet your gaze. He looks at you with his puppy dog eyes that kind of remind you of Steven. But unlike Steven, his look carries a sternness behind them. It's a bittersweet look, but it tells you that he's here for you. And he is serious about you.

“No. You’re perfect for me. You don't owe me anything. And I’ve missed you too, angel. so much.”

“I care about you Jake. I wanna know what you’re up to, y’know? I wanna hear about your day..”

“I know love. I’ll come out more often I swear. I guess I didn’t want to bother when you spend time with Steven or Marc.”

Your heart swoons at him concerning over your relationship with the other moonboys. You love them all equally so so much.

And the truth is, of course Jake missed you. Everything about you. But for him, just seeing you through the eyes of Marc and Steven was enough. The mere sight of you gave him all the strength he needed to go on about his day. He just forgot for a second that you also need him as well. The thought makes his heart warm and he smiles.

“I wanna spend time with you too, dumbass!” you reply.

You both start laughing and before you know it, you’re kissing him. It's a little sloppy, given your state, but it's with earnest conviction. You kiss him like he’s water and you’re dying of dehydration on a blazing desert. It’s a kiss that’s gentle yet powerful, both parties so needy but cautious. It’s crazy. You didn’t know you were capable of giving and receiving so much love before meeting these three. And you thank the stars for letting their paths cross with yours.

To your disliking, you part from his lips.

“When do you have to leave?” you ask.

He checks his phone for the time.

“In thirty or forty minutes? Why?”

At his response, you crash your lips back onto his face and push him to the bedroom.

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THANK YOU FOR READING. Maybe ill write a part two if I can gather the courage to write smut.. As of now, I can't do it without getting into a laughing fit all alone in my dorm, making me look like the JokerTM. (I think my roommates are worried).

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x gender neutral reader #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fic #oscar issac #marvel #mcu #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you

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hotluncheddie · 2 months

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yoohooo~ guess who got fired!! but thinking of Scoops!Steve having already put on some weight is on his last straw with his boss worried he's gonna get fired so tries bumping up sales for new flavors. So when a party of 5 comes in an hour before close to the parlor and orders two of the Jumbo-Sundaes 🍨 Steve makes sure to hook them up and maybe work a little overtime. What he doesn't know is that they stole the tip jar while he was in the back and left. Steve, already in deep shit and having already finished the closing tasks, knows he can't just dump the ice cream so not wanting to lose his job has to stomach two sundaes in his already tight sailors outfit 😈

u got fired??? oh no!!!!

but that making u message me this is actually so funny anon omg

and I’m 👹👹👹 rn over it

Thankfully Robin had already left with her share and he’d used some to get lunch that day so it wasn’t his whole tip that was gone, and he won’t have to pay for the sundays they ordered as long as he makes record of what happened.

But it still sucks, it’s still exactly what he doesn’t need right now. With his boss breathing down his neck and always making comments about sales figures. Like Steve actually cares, in any way, at all.

It’s no use throwing the icecream out. But Steve needs to get out of here, he’s so sick of this place.

So he mixed the sundays together with an extra banana and some chocolate sauce, throws some brownie chunks in there for good measure.

It’s one of the best shakes he’s made. Thick and creamy and so sweet it takes his breath away.

He chugs what won’t fit in their largest cups, enjoying the now comfortable feeling of a cold snack filling up the space in his stomach between his food court lunch and everything he can find dinner.

He walks out slow to his car, the shitty day making him drag his feet, condensation dripping down his hand. It’s a nice night at least, the stars just coming out and the breeze cool and refreshing.

He doesn’t notice the van parked a few spaces down, too lost in his head and the feeling of ice cream in his mouth.

Doesn’t think twice as he does what has become habit for him now.

Putting the cup on the beamers roof he does his usual after work ritual, (which is now becoming his getting in the car ritual and soon to be during his breaks ritual) which is - undoing the too tight button of his shorts.

He’s started letting his belly push the zipper apart for him. Shivering at the sensation. Finally able to breathe properly. Enjoying the cool breeze on his stretched skin.

He sucks down more sweetness through the straw, prodding absently at the now free squish of his belly and he sucks harder, feeling that the sailor top just won’t cover it fully anymore. Leaves a pale crescent on display if his short are undone.

Oh well. The girls he talks to don’t like him anyway, but he likes the ice cream. So it’s worth it, he’s not really missing out on anything, only gaining.

Literally.

He still doesn’t notice the van across from him. Or the big brown eyes peaking out from the window.

Eddie munson biting his palm to keep quiet as he watches Steve Harrington in all his newly chubby glory, petting pale skin and tracing pink stretch marks and smacking pretty pink lips that glisten with sweetness. Eddie aches to trace those lines with his tongue, help Steve through his treat and get him something else before he can even bat an eye.

Eddies always been weak kneed for The King, always noticing his honey soft insides hidden behind his mask of highschool. And now that softness is on the outside, in the cherub pink flush of his rounder cheeks.

He’s so cute Eddie is going to die, actually, and seeing Steve get any rounder before Eddie gets his hands on him is going to be the main cause.

Finally Steve gets into his car, Eddie watching as he moves a little awkwardly around his new bulk, pulling the seatbelt across his softer chest. Steve turns the key, engine spluttering. He tries again, engine almost turning over but it abruptly dies.

Eddie watches Steve rest his forehead against the steering wheel, banging his pretty head against it and eddie can feel the other boys sigh in his bones. Steve reaching, again, for his milkshake.

…Eddie knows cars. Eddie could fix that. Eddie can help.

He gets out of his van on shaky legs, making sure his wayward dick is secure in his waistband. Walks over to Steve’s door and knocks on the window. Steve jumps, lips unlatching from his straw. Eyes wide and shirt sitting just above his navel.

Eddie smiles at him…

Wg Tag list: @scoops-aboy86 @chickensinrainboots @cheesedoctor

#😈😈😈#obsessed with them #ty for making me write scoops Steve #my love #hotlunch #steddie #ask #chubby steve harrington #steddie wg

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denjischainsaws · 3 months

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DRDT BUT IN THE BACKROOMS - AU FIC

The mono yellow rooms seem to be endless, and the hum buzzing of the cheap, fluorescent lights doesn’t help for the sanity of the group. It’s like a game. A cruel one. What would go first, their mind, or their lives? Does it even matter at this point? Their top priority is to get out of this nightmare. It’s quiet, before something lands with a thud…

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Ace angrily whispers (let’s not lie now, it’s anything but a whisper) to Nico. They keep dropping supplies, such an irresponsible and stupid act. What if those monsters heard the group? Even worse, if they all were caught and were mauled to death?! They’d end up like Eden and David…at least, Ace thinks that’s what he saw, the first body was short and small, it was Eden for sure! But the other one…It was practically unidentifiable!! Gah, it’s too scary to even think about!

“I’m sorry, I didn”t mean to-“ Nico was cut off by Ace again.

“Don’t try to ‘awwwww, I’m sorry’ out of this one! Do you want us to fucking die?!” The redhead’s voice began to get louder, beginning to slightly echo. Xander had to intervene.

“Ace, now’s not the time to fight. They already apologized, drop it.” Xander’s eyes were a dull gray, the burning passion in his eyes no more. Ace remembered hearing about the eyes being the window to one’s soul. Did they all just give up…? There’s no way! There has to be a way to escape, and certainly Nico isn’t helping to find that!

“Xander’s right.” Teruko yawned, beginning to help Nico pick up what was dropped. “We’re not gonna get anywhere by fighting.”

‘You shouldn’t even be talking,’ Ace muttered, beginning to scoff. He looked up at the brunette. “Says the person who tried to fight one of those things, it’s a damn miracle you didn’t fucking kill us all!”

“Ace. Stop.” Xander began to get more frustrated. “Please, just for once, stop arguing.”

Nico began to speak, but that was the last damn straw for the jockey.

“I don’t fucking care at this point! We have a damn unlucky student, some ‘rebel’, and some fucking idiot who can’t do shit right? How the hell do you expect us to get out of this shit hole when the odds are against us?! I wish I never found any of you, I would’ve been better off finding Levi or any of the smart bitches here!”

Ace’s voice was soon drowned out by the sound of footsteps approaching. No- not footsteps, they were too heavy and fast to be those. It doesn’t matter, whatever was approaching was approaching fast.

“Ace, we have to go-!”

“Fuck no! Listen to me for once, you shit for brains! Nico is holding us back, we have to do something about it-“

He felt a hand tightly take his.

………………………..

How long has it been since that happened? If Ace’s being honest, he’s lost track of time. There’s only been a few memories replaying in his dead, his eyes dull and almost..soulless.

The screams of Teruko.

Something had hit her weak knee when she was running, causing her to slow down before the horde of entities got her. Despite dying so close to the other three, they never found her body.

The shouts of Xander.

By the time the three boys finally lost the entites, it was far too dangerous to find Teruko…or the supplies Ace dropped when running away. Furious and horrified by the mess the shorter redhead made, both Nico and Xander decided to abandon Ace.

He still remembers Xander’s words and cries.

“You took Miss Teruko away from me, you bastard-“ He let out small sobs as Ace’s eyes widen at the betrayal

Whatever. He can find his own way out.

…

God, save him.

#not beta read #ending is ass bc im too tired for this #danganronpa despair time #teruko tawaki #xander matthews #nico hakobyan #ace markey #the backrooms au #im gonna kill mysel #ace got clocked by a skin stealer in the end #but thats not mentioned in this

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drummergetwicked · 2 months

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So I’ve had the JSuds crush for a while. Since Last Man On Earth. But lately I’m getting real weird with it. Obviously. I’m here doing this. Like, Idk if it’s the perimenopause or that I haven’t been laid in years. Whatever it is, I’m on the Jason Sudeikis wagon and I’m riding it till my ADHD has me fixated on the next thing. Wheeeeee!!!

I watched Sleeping With Other People a few days ago for the first time. Whhhho boy, that movie hit a NERVE. Yeah, so I had a Matthew. But it was worse. For 15 years he used me for emotional and physical intimacy when he knew I was romantically fixated on him. When he was lonely, in between relationships (sometimes during), he’d tap into my weakness for his own gratification. The second his marriage fell apart, there he was, wrapping me around his finger again. Much like Lainey, I was waiting for him to choose me.

What made it worse is that we had a friendship outside of that, for lack of a better word (because a real friend doesn’t do this shit). We were inseparable for a few years when we both lived in NY. We even lived together for a few months. He knew exactly how I felt. I was not subtle. He didn’t want to date me. Fine, whatever. But then he’d be intimate with me. Knowing it hurt me. He apologized a few times. But it always happened again.

We took a road trip across the east coast and Deep South together a couple years ago. Hadn’t seen each other in 10 years. And guess what happened? Yep. Not only did he hook up with me, he took a phone call with a girl he was trying to get with, then tried to get with me again when he hung up. I threw him off me and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Still, it took 2 more years to fully lay it to rest. I had gradually minimized contact until I was fully ghosting him. Part of me could not let go.

Enter the movie. I ugly cry. A lot. Like off and on for a good 24 hours. Seeing that toxic dynamic that I lived on screen? It had me feeling seen for the first time. But guess who texts me that night? You guessed it. My Matthew. I swear the timing couldn’t be more kismet. I had a feeling he would. I sent him a strongly worded message telling him that I’m unequivocally done and to never contact me again. Then blocked his number. That movie changed my life. I mean, I was gonna get there eventually. But I finally had the guts to just say it to him. This was literally just a couple days ago. 17 years of toxicity over with thanks to my crush on Jason Sudeikis. He is my hero.

Can I also discuss the scene where Jake beats the shit out of Matthew? Oh man, the catharsis. I watched it so many times. Yes, Jason, please pummel the bane of my existence!!!! *swoon*

On top of that, seeing the respect and boundaries between Jack and Lainey in contrast to the lack therof with Lainey and Matthew. UGHHHHH😩

So. Much. Ugly crying.

Thank you, JSuds, for saving the day.

#emotional story #true story #toxic relationship #toxic love #limerance #jason sudeikis #sleeping with other people #how a movie changed my life

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imaginewarehouse · 2 years

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Mr Snake x FemmeFatale!Reader || Drabble

I just got the DVD, so… yeah. I’m back XD Just a little something that came to mind while re-watching.

NOT MY GIF. Found it on Google.

Plot: Another one with Femme Fatale!Reader, and this can be considered a direct follow up from the last one. The gang are getting suited for prison (The first time), and tensions are high, and a gross Police Officer decides to get handsy with you.

Snake loses his shit.

Warnings: Sexual harassment and violence. A little bit of swearing, and some nudity- but it’s, like, fine. Just like getting changed in the locker room.

🔆🔆🔆

“Eugh… “You groan, making a face as you pick up the ugly orange outfit you’ll likely be sporting for the rest of your life. So… is there a… private area, that I can get changed? Or is this it?? Looking around, you see Wolf already pulling the new pants on and Piranha slipping the button-up shirt on over his mohawked head (He never really did like buttons) and you give an exhausted, annoyed huff- Fine.

Most of it goes well, and you’re just slipping the orange material over your feet and up your legs - trying to ignore the fight going on between the others all together, as the whole thing is a bit too hard on your heart for right now and think maybe if you were to look at it… take it in… you would break, -, you suddenly feel a firm, and loud,

Slap!

to your behind, making your eyes immediately blow open wide to the approximate size of dinner plates and a gasp tear from your lungs. “What- “Your head whips around- and so does Snake’s, though you don’t notice that yet. That, nor the plain terrifying way his eyes narrowed, and his mouth turned down into a furious scowl. Eyes landing on an Officer there behind you, your own eyes narrow; Teeth gritting. Look, usually you would handle this with some level of grace, rather then the pure animosity currently spread across your features, but today has been long, alright? You’ve been ‘noticed’ by all the wrong people, and ignored by the ones you meant to attract- and you are so over it, now. “Watch it.” You hiss darkly, almost growling at the guard as you fasten the pants up around your waist.

… He chuckles.

“What, baby? You suddenly shy? Come on- We all know your place in this thing… Whore… “He’s just continuing to smooth his hand over your butt and you’re about to turn right around and ram your elbow directly into his face, when the dam breaks.

Snake sees red- and before you even have a chance to do anything, he’s leaped past you and abruptly started choking the bastard- tight. “YOU TAKE THAT BACK. TELL HER YOU’RE SORRY, YOU STINKING PILE OF CRA- “

Your eyes immediately go round again as you step back from the violent scene, speechless as the others, lead by Shark - who bumps into you on the way and causes your clumsy little bump to the ground, - , and some other prison guards rush forward to drag him off. “Snake!”

“Let him go!!”

“Come on, man!- “

“Control yourself!”

But he struggles against them, jostling the man’s neck in his vice-like grasp dangerously hard, and growling- “Let go of me!” You’ve never seen your husband so mad. He’s not a peaceful person to begin with, sure, but nothing has ever happened to make him explode like this, not even when men would look at you- flirt with you- or touch you, before. He trusted you, you knew that. But the fact that you were uncomfortable this time… combined with how mad he already was by the days events… must have made this the last straw. “BACK OFF- I’m gonna kill him.”

You and the others know he would never do such a thing, but the guards don’t. And one of them takes out something from a holster on his belt, and when you realise what it is your jaw drops- scrambling to your feet and rushing forward without a second thought; Reaching out. “No!”

Before the taser can make contact with skin, you shove the man’s arm upwards, causing sparks of dangerous electricity to dance in the air. Snake pauses for a split second, eyes wide at what just nearly happened, slit pupils flickering from you to the man with taser, but quickly regains his anger when he realises you saved him. He’s fine, because of you.

Even more reason to break this guy.

“OKAY. BOTH OF YOU,” A female officer this time, suddenly shoots out a couple of bullets into a nearby grey, concrete wall, causing a loud burst of noise that shocks you all into stillness. Piranha and Webb’s cover their ears, wincing hard at the horrible, eardrum shattering noise. “ENOUGH! STAND DOWN.”

Meanwhile the surprise manages to finally stop Snake just long enough, this time, for them to separate him from the gross Officer that assaulted you while making you calm down just enough for you to allow an officer to grab you by the arms. You’re both ‘guided’ and shoved off to the side, where the others watch you worriedly as the badly beaten guy limps pathetically out of the room- and not without serious help, either. You carefully recover your usual composure further there, straightening your shoulders against the strong grip the guard holding you has; Though without a deep breath, the angry flames hidden in your pretty eyes stay fully intact.

Snake, having lost quite a bit of his bite after being dragged away from the guy that touched you, stands seething still- but looks to you with a substantially less angry look in his eyes. Glancing his way to make sure he’s alright, you double take to see him already looking with concern, and finally take that deep breath you need.

… Okay.

-He’s okay.

-She’s okay.

#Mr Snake x Reader Drabble #Me Snake x Reader #Mr Snake #Drabble #The Bad Guys 2022 #The Bad Guys #Dreamworks #Dreamworks x Reader #The Bad Guys x Reader #The Bad Guys 2022 x Reader

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cactusfunksstuff · 9 months

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English Coffee.

This is my first post on here!

I have been debating for a while to write a Josh fic and then thought fuck it and went ahead. If this gets a good response then I have some more chapters I want to write.

This is a slow burn, with angst, fluff, smut the whole lot. I am from the UK so some of my knowledge on states and shit isn’t great 😅 I love reading Y/N fics, but that is not how I love to write. So the main character does have a name but feel free to read her however you want!

Fionnuala= Fin-ola.

Triggers: 18+ only!, some DA, name calling, etc.

Summary: Fionnuala has had a shit time, so when she gets screamed at by a customer it’s the last straw. She gets a job working with Greta Van Fleet on their tour as a costume design assistant. She has a rule for no relationships but what happens when she catches the eye of Josh? Will she go ahead and follow her heart, or will she refuse and lose everything she loves ?

Enjoy some slow Josh relationship fiction!

Chapter 1.

Here it was, my first day. I never thought I was going to get an interview, let alone the job.

Backtrack to nearly a year ago when I was sick of my 9-5 retail job, and all those shitty customers. The customers shouting at me for getting their coffee order wrong by the temperature of the mocha or ‘I asked for 1 sugar packet on the side, why have I got two?’ So one day after a particular shitty customer who ordered a panini and when I gave it to them I got screamed at, because they definitely ordered a toastie, and then being made to apologise by the manager for their mistake. I went home and started scrolling Indeed and any other job site I could find, is when I found what sounded like the perfect job.

Costume/ Clothes designer assistant, for a band on tour of UK, Europe and America. I already had a Fashion Degree from Edinburgh, I had just never found the best job to put my degree to the test. After reading the important details for the job and getting bored with the rest, I said fuck it and applied. Never thinking I would get an interview, I got an interview then never thinking I would get the job, I got the job.

So here we are, walking through the lovely Edinburgh Airport to get on a plane to Nashville, Tennessee to meet my new manager and the band I am gonna be helping costume for their tour. I currently have no idea who they are, or what kind of look or music they do.

I have spoken to my new manager, Jess, quite a bit over facetime and texting. She is a middle aged women with a short black bob, and she is lovely. She has assured me that the band is going to love me, and has been telling me how excited she is to have someone she can actually talk to on tour with her.

I had gotten past security and finally into the duty free when my phone pinged.

Orla

Hey ! Good luck with the flight, don’t worry about the flat I have got it under control x love you

My best friend Orla had volunteered to look after my flat while I was on tour for the next year, I am so grateful because I didn’t want to lose my perfect little flat in Edinburgh. After finishing my fashion degree I decided to stay in Scotland, instead of moving back to my tiny little hometown in Cambridgeshire. Me and Orla met while both working in a garden centre cafe, we quickly bonded over our Irish heritage and she is still there while i’m going on tour. We promised to keep in touch and plenty of visits when we can. She is my best friend and has supported me through so much since we have met, we have similar tastes in music, clothes and horror movies but living together is 100% off the table. Orla likes to have a lot of dates and sometimes they come back and I am definitely not living and listening to that, I am more of a long term relationship girl.

I decide to just sit in some tiny coffee shop while I wait for my plane, trust me to get here 2 hours before my flight because I am convinced I’m going to be late as always. My phone pinged again, this time a text from Jess.

Jess

Can’t wait to meet you in person! I’ll be waiting at the gate for you after the flight, then we will drop your stuff at the hotel and meet the band ? They really want to get to know you before we start touring 😊

Fionnuala

Can’t wait to meet you either, I’m so excited for this !

Oh shit! Sounds good 😅

See you in like 12 hours.

Oh shit, okay this is fine, I can meet the band today that’s fine, that’s cool. I just need to freshen up after getting off the plane and in between car rides and dropping stuff off. Why wouldn’t she tell me this earlier ?

Soon enough I am waiting in line to board the plane. I quickly get in my seat and start to look through my bag for my airpods. No way I can do this without some emotional support Bears Den. I need that calming voice to soothe my flying nerves. This is my first time flying to America and I am not a confident flyer. I stick my airpods in and try and read Pet Sematary by Stephen King. 10 hour flight here we come woohoo, it’s currently 6am when we take off so I should land in Nashville at around 11am. I take some deep breaths while we take off, and have a look around the plane. It’s packed by everyone seems to be keeping to themselves which is good, I hate when strangers feel the need to speak to people they sit next to.

We landed in Nashville and I get to the luggage pick up, it’s early June here and it’s already boiling outside. I was dressed in some grey lounge wear jogging bottoms and jumper because of course England was freezing and now I was sweating through, so much for freshening up. The airport is packed and people keep shoving into me while I was waiting for my bag, I could feel myself growing more and more agitated by the second and was getting ready to snap when I saw my suitcases come round.

I had to pack basically my entire life into 2 massive suitcases and a huge carry on bag and right now I was regretting every decision getting me here because I am dripping in sweat, my hair is stuck to my face, it’s too loud, people keep shoving me and I have to go and meet a band who I don’t know and show them me, Fionnuala, 24 years old from England is capable of dressing them for the entire tour with no experience.

I drag both my suitcases roughly off the conveyor belt and start walking to the exit, I take some deep breaths to calm me and take my airpods out. I can already hear all the American accents around me and slightly calm down when I think about how exciting it is to be in America and think about all the food I want to try !

The exit comes into view and I start looking around for Jess, I finally see her in the crowds of people. She is holding a sign saying ‘Fionnuala’ with a massive smiley face drew on it and the Scottish flag. I smile and wave and she smiles back waving too and starts to walk over to me. When I reach her she pulls me into a massive hug, she smells like some fancy sweet perfume and is dressed in some loose jeans and jumper. Thank god she doesn’t look too fancy when we are about to meet the band.

‘Fionnuala finally ! I have been so excited to meet you! How was the flight? Here pass me a suitcase.’ Jess says, she lets go off me and takes a suitcase. ‘It was okay, just very long. Oh thank you.’ I say while walking with her out of the exit and into the bright Nashville sun.

‘Good. I’m glad, I am so excited to work with you this year and finally have someone I feel like I can talk to. So plans, the hotel is about 30 minutes away and then we drop your stuff off and head off to meet the boys, there I will give you the company card to pay for Ubers, meals etc and you can get a chance to sit down with the band and chat to them about ideas and just get a vibe, you know. But I think you guys are going to get on just fine.’ Jess rambles off while we make our way to what i’m guessing is her car.

Wait boys? Who is this band ? I don’t feel like I can ask just in case in previous facetimes of emails she has told me their name. I chuck my suitcase in the back and slide in beside her, I don’t think I am going to get used to the steering wheel being on the other side of the car.

‘Sounds good to me !’ I say, Jess rambles on about some other work stuff, and then invites me to dinner with her tonight so we can get to know each other better. I agree and pull my phone out my pocket. I send a text to my mum and Orla to let them both know I got here okay. Me and Orla text back and forth for a few minutes, her demanding to know the name of the band I am working with and me telling her I still have no idea.

Just as I am about to put my phone away I hear it go off, I check and it’s a text.

Ezra

‘Hey, just letting you know I am thinking of you, good luck with the new job in America. I would like to talk if that’s ok? I feel like we both need to talk a few things over.’

I freeze up when reading the text and lock my phone and put it away. How did he know I got a new job? What does he want to talk about ?

‘Hey, you okay?’ Jess asks me while pulling into the car park of the hotel. She stops the car and looks over at me, guess I had been wearing my emotions all over my face. ‘Yeah.’ I say while grabbing my bag from the footwell, she stares at me and says ‘No, you’re not. What is it a boy?’ She says while turning to look at me. I sighed and nodded, she nods as well ‘I’m guessing ex?’ She says and her southern accent coming out a little more. I nod again, ‘Don’t worry!’ I say while looking at her ‘It’s not gonna affect my work.’ She laughs, ‘Don’t be silly! I never thought that, we are all human these things happen. I’m not the type of boss to make you hide all your bad moods or situations from me to focus on your work.’ She says while patting my shoulder, ‘If you need to talk i’m here, if you wanna talk at dinner tonight i’m here to listen okay?’ I nod and smile. ‘Thanks Boss.’ She smiles and gets out the car.

I feel even more excited about this new job, and I am starting to like Jess more. Thank god I got lucky with a nice manager.

I grab a suitcase and Jess takes the other one and we walk into the hotel. She tells me to wait by the lift while she grabs the keys. Wooo okay this is nice! The ceilings are high and there are windows to let natural light in, little sofas sit in every corner with coffee tables and plants. This is nicer than anywhere I have stayed before.

‘Okay, you’re in 524 and I am in 520. Perfect for coming back drunk later and making sure we both get in. Let’s chuck our stuff away and get going !’ She is getting better by the minute. ‘Perfect, do I have 5 minutes to change and wash my face ? Please.’ I say while getting in the lift, she hits the button for the 5th floor. Some monotone tune plays out the speakers, they even have lift music! America is amazing.

‘5 minutes tops! We have got to get going Fionnuala.’ She says while looking at me, I nod and smile. ‘Thank you! I want to make a good impression.’ I say, the lift comes to the 5th floor and we walk out. She passes me my key and points me round the corner to my room I nod and promise I will be 5 minutes.

I rush in and don’t even get a chance to look at the room while I grab my toiletries bag from the carry on and run into the bathroom. Wow, this a nice bathroom. I run a brush through my hair, grab my face wash and moisturiser, after that I quickly change into some cream wide leg cropped jeans and a black jumper with a collar and tuck it in. I grab my tote bag and shove my purse and perfume in and run into the hallway. Jess was waiting for me but the lift and smiled. ‘Perfect 5 minutes! Now let’s meet the boys.’

We quickly reach her car again and she tells me the arena is 15 minutes away. ‘So, are you excited?’ She asks me, ‘Yeah very! But very nervous, I’m not really that chatty with people I don’t know. I just want to make a good impression.’ I say while looking out the window, the amount of fast food places here is insane. ‘Don’t worry! I love you so they will love you. okay? Just be yourself and if they offer you a drink do not feel like you have to take it.’ She says while pulling into I’m guessing the visitor parking for the arena. I nod and get out the car, we start walking over to the band entrance and I can feel butterflies staring to show up in my stomach and my palms getting sweaty. She hands me a staff lanyard for the band and we get given another one by the venue to pass back at the end of the night.

‘So the staff one for us will let the guys security know who you are, and will just keep you recognisable while around the venue in case you get caught in the crowd for whatever reason.’ She says while opening doors and walking me down corridors.

This is it, I am gonna meet the band who has given me this great opportunity and job. I glance down at the staff lanyard. ‘Greta van Fleet’, it says, hmm I think. That sounds familiar, wait a second? Isn’t that the band that has that 70s rocker sound? I don’t get much time to think about it as Jess announces we are here. I can hear some music coming from inside and men chatting. She opens the door before I get a chance to pull myself together and I am staring 4 20 something year olds in the face.

‘Hey guys! This is Fionnuala!’ Jess announces, they all smile at me while I take in all their looks.

‘Jess ! How are you? We missed you.’ Some guy says while walking over. He had shoulder length brown hair and was quite tall, I noticed he was barefoot and smiled. I always go barefoot too. He was wearing some jeans and a weird patterned shirt. He held his hand out and was practically buzzing with energy, ‘Hey! I’m Sam, we are so excited to meet you!’ He says, I shake his hand and said ‘Me too! I wanna thank you guys for letting me come along and work with you. It’s a great opportunity.’ He smiles and hooks his arm with mine and walks me over to the other 3. I look over my shoulder at Jess and she smiles and puts her thumbs up at me, while walking out the door.

Great, guess i’m chucked in the deep end.

Sam sits me next to him on the sofa and the other 3 are sitting around me on other sofas and chairs. ‘Hi, I’m Danny, I play drums.’ Another tall guy says to me, he has long curly dark hair and again was dressed pretty cool. This one was wearing shoes I noticed. I hold out my hand and smiled, ‘Nice to meet you I’m Fionnuala.’ He smiles and shakes it.

‘Wait a sec, are you British?’ The guy who spoke had longer hair as well, but was dressed more dark and moody. He had a button downs shirt with half the buttons undone, and some dark jeans and shoes. He was wearing a hat and sunglasses were hanging around his shirt. I nodded and looked at him, ‘Yeah, I am from Cambridgeshire but living in Edinburgh after doing my degree there.’ He smiled, ‘Very cool! I’m Jake by the way. Did you fly in today?’ He said while drinking a beer, ‘Yeah, it’s my first time in America I am very excited.’

‘Oohh! A USA virgin aren’t we privileged to have you coming with us.’ This time it was the last guy who spoke, he looked at lot like Jake and a little like Sam. I’m guessing they were related or something. He walks over, I saw he was quite short and had crazy curly hair that was shaved at the sides. He was dressed in a plain white top and chinos, with a long necklace hanging around his neck and was barefoot too. He holds his hand out, ‘I am Josh, I see you have met my twin Jake. I sing for our band.’ I shake his hand and smile, he was gorgeous.

‘Pleased to meet you, I’m guessing you know who I am.’ I say, he nods. ‘We are so excited to have you working with us! Jess showed us the portfolio you sent, even though you haven’t ever worked in design the stuff you did from college was amazing and we loved it.’ He said as he sat down next to me, there were now 3 of us on the sofa and it was getting quite cramped. He placed his arm behind me and smiled. He seemed the type of person to get very comfortable quickly with people. I smiled, feeling quite shy now that she had showed them all of my designs.

‘How rude of me! Fionnuala, would you like a drink?’ Sam says while standing up, quickly taking the attention off me which I was grateful for. ‘Yes please.’ I said standing up and walking over to the bar with him. ‘What’s your poison?’ Sam says while gesturing to the drinks. I heard Josh and the others go back to chatting, ‘I will have a beer please if you have one.’ I said, Sam nodded and quickly got me a beer out the fridge. ‘I am hoping beer here is as good as beer in Edinburgh.’ I said while thanking Sam and taking the beer. I went to sit on the spare armchair that was free now Josh was sat on the sofa. He peered over at me and smiled, I smiled back and took a sip.

‘So Fionnuala, tell us about yourself.’ Sam said sitting next to Josh and Danny on the sofa, Jake was still sitting on the other armchair. They all sat and looked at me, I felt like a deer in the headlights and my entire brain went blank. ‘Well what do you want to know?’ I said, taking a sip of beer and leaning back in the chair to get comfortable. ‘Tell us about Edinburgh, I’m guessing you are not from there because of your accent.’ Danny said, taking a sip of his drink.

‘Well, no. I am from a tiny town in Cambridgeshire and went up there to study fashion and design. I loved it so much after graduating uni that I decided to stay, I got a flat and a shitty job in a garden centre cafe and have been living there for about 3 years now and I love it. The city is beautiful and the beer is amazing. I love the architecture and the weather, I am not a hot weather type of girl.’ I said, they all stared and nodded. ‘So why this? Why leave Edinburgh for a year to work on costume design?’ Sam said. ‘Well I hate retail, I am not the type of person to hold her tongue when people are rude and after being made to repeatedly apologise to rude customers I decided enough was enough and when I got home started applying to any and every job there was. I saw this, didn’t think I would even get an interview based on my lack of experience but lo and behold here I am.’ They all seemed to be listening intently and nodding along with me while I talked.

‘That’s a bit change, but you are the perfect fit for the job. The designs you had are incredible, with the capes and colours. We loved them and can’t wait to see them come to life on tour.’ Jake said, they all seemed to have a little buzz going from the drink. I’m guessing they had more before I arrived, I hope they can perform like this.

‘Have you heard of us?’ Josh asked. ‘I think so.’ I said, ‘I recognise the name so I’m guessing I have listened to a few.’ Sam smirked, ‘Well I hope we are to your liking Miss England, god knows what you are listening to over there.’ He got up again and offered everyone another drink, I agreed and he brought me another beer.

We all sat chatting for the next couple of hours, the guys seemed to like me well enough and we had been laughing at Sam’s jokes. I had learned that Josh and Jake were twins, Sam was there younger brother and Danny was their best friend but a brother from now close they all are. I had a strong buzz going now and began to open up more with them when we were talking. Jess had text me about an hour ago to say she would be collecting me in the next hour and we can get ready for dinner. I heard my phone go off and assumed it was Jess again picked if up to check.

Ezra

‘Did you get my text? Or are you just ignoring me again? We need to talk, ring me.’

I quickly took a breath and put my phone away, Josh came and sat on the edge of the sofa closer to me. His breath smelled like whisky when he spoke. ‘So Fionnuala.’ He said, exaggerating the way he said my name. I smirked and leaned in. ‘Yes, Josh?’ He smiled at me, ‘So, what does the name mean? I don’t think that is Scottish from what I know.’ I smiled and sighed, ‘It’s Irish, my dads Irish but my mum is English. They wanted to keep to his roots.’ He nodded along when I spoke, ‘It means fair shoulder, they thought it was pretty.’ I leaned back, beginning to feel a little dizzy from the beer. The other guys were all sitting around laughing at something Sam had said. ‘I like it, very humble if I do say.’ Josh said, he was still leaning forward at me while he spoke. ‘Wait till you hear my middle name.’ I said sipping the last of my beer and placing the bottle on the table. ‘Oh, do tell.’ I looked over at him and rolled my eyes, at that moment Jess walked in and shook her head when she saw the amount of bottles placed around.

‘Jess!’ Sam said standing and bowing, ‘We love Flo!’ He walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulder. ‘I can see that! We are meant to be getting dinner in the next hour and you have a show, so I suggest you drink some water before you can’t perform. And give me my assistant back.’ She walked over and took my hand, ‘Let’s go.’ She laughed when I smiled up at her and stood. ‘Well, thank you for having me guys! I guess I will see you tomorrow for some design.’ I began to walk out, Jess had put her arm around my shoulder. ‘Wait! You didn’t tell me your middle name!’ Josh called out while leaning back on the sofa. I looked back and smirked, ‘Another story for another day.’ I called back. He giggled loudly and the other guys started chatting to him demanding to know what was gonna on.

‘I’m guessing that went well!’ Jess said while we slid into the car. ‘Very! I think they like me, they wanted to see designs but I told them to wait until we had a proper meeting tomorrow over it. They added me to a group chat to send me their ideas so I can work on them while we are apart.’ I said, I leaned back into the seat and took a few deep breaths. I could feel the buzz the alcohol gave me with my head feeling heavy. Jess laughed and patted my shoulder, ‘I knew they would! They guys do like to drink, so you better get used to it. They love drinking before shows and after.’ She said pulling into the car park. ‘I saw! I like to drink but they have another level of drinking.’ Jess mimicked my accent and laughed with me. ‘Let’s get to dinner Flo, and we can have a good girly talk.’

An hour later me and Jess are sat in a cute Italian restaurant eating some pasta, the place was cute with dim lights and music playing softly over speakers. The pasta was delicious while she talked to me about her husband and how she hates leaving him for tours but he knows she loves her work. ‘I miss him, you know? But I think space is good and it’s important that we both have our own interests and work. We don’t have kids, but we both decided we aren’t children people and our lives are fulfilled already.’ She said, I nodded and asked her a few questions about him and his work. She told me he is a writer, and loves writing horror stories and comes to a few shows in Europe for a few days so they can travel and see each other. ‘So, you don’t have to tell me, but who was the text from? What’s the story?’

I sighed, thinking about how to tell his story. ‘So, it’s a long one.’ I looked at her and she nodded, encouraging me to go on.

‘He is an ex. His name is Ezra. We dated for about 3 years when I left uni, we met at some pub and bonded over our love of beer. It started off great, we liked the same clothes, movies, music and I fell in love. It quickly went downhill, it started with petty arguments over silly things and went into full blown screaming matches. He got jealous easily, and hated me having friends and not spending time with him. Eventually I was cut off completely from my friends and family, and he made me feel like I needed him. I needed the relationship, and if I didn’t have him no one else would love me. The first time he hit me was halloween and we went to a pumpkin patch and when we got home he said I flirted with some farmer guy when paying for the pumpkins. I know now it was wrong but then, when I was in there I thought I had done something wrong. From there it became almost daily, over small things like the washing up or being home late from work. Eventually, I realised what was happening after a particularly bad incident and left. I packed my bag and left in the middle of the night, I went to Orla’s after not speaking to her for years and she took me in and acted like we hadn’t not spoken for years because of him. This was about 7 months ago, right as I applied for this. He stopped contacting me a few weeks after I left but now he’s back.’ I took a deep breath after to clam myself, and looked at Jess.

She was staring at me, in shock and took my hand over the table. ‘I am so sorry you went through that, you deserve more than that and I am here if you need me.’ She said, I smiled at her and looked down trying not to cry. ‘Thank you.’ And that was that, we quickly changed topic and she started talking about how she is excited to show me America.

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