#but i think they would have moved on pretty quickly

[jareaul0ver]

nika fic where nika is being hella clingy with reader while they’re trying to get ready to go out with the team and they end up having a quickie before leaving. when they finally show up to the event all disheveled paige or kk notice the hickeys and reader gets all flustered n stuff

Lunch

wc: 1.2k warnings: nsfw, fingering, brief nipple play, quickie, nika fucking reader in the mirror, hickeys, language, teasing from friends pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

You pulled together your outfit with the small details. You slid a few rings onto your fingers, bracelets onto your wrists, and clasped a necklace Nika had given you around your neck.

It was always "tradition" to celebrate a win with your girls. You'd find a bar or a club and go out, get absolutely shit faced, and wake up the next morning hungover, all to have to go to practice.

Did you have some regrets most of the time? Yes, of course, but you wouldn't let that stop you from spending time with the people that meant the most to you in your life.

You couldn't help but stare at yourself in the mirror. You were never the most cocky or confident type, but tonight you knew you looked good.

A few clicks of your phone camera later, you watched Nika approach you from behind. She slinked her arms around your waist and rested her chin on your shoulder.

"Hi, baby." She mumbled. You watched her eyes take in your figure through the mirror, and she took her bottom lip between her teeth. "You look.. so good."

A light blush colored your face. You would never get used to the endless complements from Nika, no matter how long you'd be together.

Your hands rested over hers. "Thanks, babe." You looked over at her and kissed her cheek. You made sure to snap another picture, capturing the sweet moment with your girlfriend.

She hummed in response and moved her hands to rest on your hips. Nika pressed a light kiss to your neck. "Really, I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands to myself tonight."

You rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head. "Well, it'll have to wait until we get back, we don't wanna be late." You went to pull away from her but her grip on you was strong. "Baby, seriously we-"

She gently bit down on your shoulder, quickly soothing it with her tongue. A small gasp fell from your lips at the sudden action. "I think we still have a few minutes before we have to leave, no?" She kissed up your shoulder and neck, her lips landing on your jawline.

A shiver ran through your body and you mindlessly melted against her. She always knew how to get you going, even in the most inopportune times.

"But-" you sighed when you felt her hand unbutton your jeans. Her eyes met yours in the mirror, and she silently asked for permission. If you really didn't want this right now, she would never make you do it, even if you looked like a work of art to her.

With the odds in her favor, you nodded slightly with parted lips. She quickly unzipped your pants and slipped her hand past the waistband of both your jeans and panties.

She groaned softly in your ear as she slid her fingers through your slick folds. "Fuck, you're so wet for me already? Haven't even done anything yet." Her middle and ring fingers found your clit and she rubbed small circles on it.

Your head fell back to lean against her shoulder, but you kept your eyes on hers in the mirror. She refused to look away, and so did you.

The two of you have had incredibly hot sex before. Ranging anywhere from rough after suffering a loss of a game, to gentle if one of you needed relaxing, and sure you've had incredibly sensual and intimate moments together, but this was on a whole other level.

Without warning she slipped her fingers into you and you whined. "Fuck." She slowly pumped her digits in and out of your soaked cunt. She latched her lips onto your neck and sucked hard for a second.

Her lips came away and a string of saliva left them connected to your skin for a second. "So pretty like this, baby. You think you look pretty? Hm?"

You nodded a little frantically as she quickened her pace. "Mhm. I- I look pretty- fuck!" She curled her fingers, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

Nika's other hand slinked up your shirt and a small smirk formed on her face. "No bra?" She pinched a nipple between her fingers and your body arched away from her.

You screwed your eyes shut, and immediately felt her stop her movements. Your eyes shot open, but before you could speak, she did. "Eyes on me and I'll make you cum, pretty."

Your lips parted and you took a deep breath. "Okay. Please, Nika, I need you."

She couldn't resist. Not when you sounded so desperate for her touch. She started curling her fingers in you quickly and hard. Her hand cupped your breast and she leaned back down, biting your shoulder.

"Feel good?" She mumbled before attaching her lips to your skin again.

"Mm, 's good, Nika." Your entire body weight was practically on her at this point. Your knees were weak, and you quickly felt the bubble in your stomach building up.

Her hand dropped to your stomach, and she lightly pressed down on it, letting you feel the goodness of her fingers inside of you even easier.

You moaned loudly and Nika responded with a huff. She quickened the pace of her fingers and you felt yourself getting incredibly close to finishing.

"Fuck, baby, I'm getting close- oh!" She dropped her hand even further and slipped it beneath her other to rub circles against your clit.

She sucked harshly on your neck and shoulder, littering them with small bites and hickeys you undeniably knew you'd get in trouble for.

That was the last of your worries though, as your body arched away from hers, the band finally snapping in your stomach. "Fuck!" You cried and screwed your eyes shut as you rode out your climax.

She slowed her pace before eventually pulling her fingers out of you, soaked with your juices. Nika brought them up to your mouth and you willingly cleaned her off.

"You did so good, babe." She mumbled as she pressed gentle kisses against your skin.

Everyone obviously knew that you and Nika had gotten up to some activities before you came. The crazed amount of marks and the fucked out look on your face easily gave it away.

Most of the team respected the two of you enough to not say anything, except for Paige. She never knew how to keep her mouth shut.

"Yo, you look like a vacuum cleaner got stuck to you." She raised her eyebrows at you, and then Nika who was standing behind you, in the same position that she had fucked you in before leaving.

Your face immediately turned red and a few of your teammates snickered at Paige's comment. "Shut your damn mouth, Bueckers."

Nika kissed your cheek softly before looking at Paige. "At least she's getting some, P, can't say the same about you." She clapped back.

A few "ooh's" came from the close knit circle of friends and Paige sulked away to the bar to get another drink.

You turned and captured Nika's lips in a quick kiss. "Mm, I love you, baby, but God you make me look like I'm a pornstar for a living sometimes."

She laughed softly. "Told you I wouldn't be able to help myself."

#nika muhl #jareaul0ver🤍 #seattle storm #uconn wbb #lgbtq #nika muhl x reader #wnba #wlw #nika muhl smut

[55sturn]

A LITTLE BLURB WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND MUSIC PRODUCER!CHRIS PART TWO

warnings: smut. porn with no plot, unprotected sex [ wrap it up before u fuck ], recorded sex, i haven’t written smut in like two years pls be nice.

“what if I do?” you tease, ghosting your lips against his, making him inhale sharply as he pulls back and stares at you,

a look of determination etching across his features before he pushes his lips against yours with strong vehemence, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he shifts your body so that you’re straddling him.

your hands fall to the sides of his neck, and your hips softly rock against his, eliciting a low grunt from him. he slides his hands from their place on your hips to your ass, his fingers softly kneading the flesh, guiding your hips to rock against his as his lips starts to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses from your jaw to the side of your throat, drawing soft whines from you,

“fuck ma, you sound so sweet like this.” chris groans, bucking his hips up against yours, another whine falling from your lips, sparking an idea in chris’ mind.

“hey I have an idea, and you can say no if you want-“ chris starts, cutting himself off with a deep grunt as you slow the roll of your hips against, pressing down harder against his clothed cock.

“-but i wanna record your moans or whines over the beat i have started, i think it would fit with the vibe of the lyrics.” chris mutters, the grip he holds on your hips tightening as he stops you, wanting to make sure you’re aware of what he said.

“i’m down,” you mumble against his lips, moving his hands to your thighs as you resume grinding against him, letting him mess around with the buttons on his soundboard, pressing record as he bucks up against you, the whines leaving your mouth sounding so heavenly to him.

he continues rolling your his against his as he feels the coil in his stomach getting tighter, he quickly pauses the recording as he pulls back from you,

“what? is something wrong?” you hum, looking at him, taking in the sight of his flushed face and swollen lips, the sight causing your thighs to clench around his involuntarily.

“i’m about to nut in my pants if you keep doing that.”

“so?”

“as hot as all of this is, if i’m gonna cum, i would rather go all the way.” he huffs, watching as you smile at him, quickly clambering to your feet, and tugging your shirt over your head, chuckling at chris groaning at the sight of you half naked in front of him. you take his hands in yours, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your sweats, letting him pull both your pants and thong down your legs before climbing back in his lap and reach for the drawstring of his sweats, hooking you fingers in the waistband of both his pants and boxers, tugging them to middle of his thighs.

you gently take his stiff cock in your hand, softly twisting your hand around the shaft and sliding it upwards, digging your thumb in his slit before shifting your hips upwards and leading his head toward your entrance, letting your hips slowly sink down, fully sheathing his cock in you.

“fuck.” you grunt breathlessly, you had never felt so full, and every ridge and vein was pressing against your walls in the best way.

“you look so pretty sitting on my cock like this.” chris breathes, guiding your hips back and forth, up and down, in every movement that felt good for the both of you.

you take his hand, pressing it against your lower abdomen where you could nearly feel the tip of his cock pressing against your insides.

“yeah, you feel me there?” he chuckles, the tone of his voice cocky and arrogant as he guides to move faster, the sound of your moans growing in pitch and frequency, causing chris’ ego to grow, and low moans to spill from his lips. his presses his lips against yours again as his hand slips down between your thighs, the pads of his fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles, drawing you closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm.

“fuck chris, i’m close.”

“me too, baby, just hold on for me, ‘kay?” he grunts, the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder, and you tugging on his hair bringing him over the edge as he adds more pressure to your clit, sending you keeling over against him as your orgasm washes over you, the higher pitched squeals falling from your lips being something chris wanted to hear again, and again, as many times as he could.

you lift your head from his shoulder, hyperaware of the way chris felt inside you, wanting to feel like that as long as he’d let you. you turn to look at the computer behind you at the sound of buttons clicking, watching as chris isolates the vocals of you whining and moaning, saving a copy of it to his computer before going back and adding the beats he initially had laid down, saving it before turning to you.

“so there’s no going back to being just friends after that.” chris laughs, helping you off him, and grabbing a spare t-shirt from the pile of clean clothes on the other side of his desk, quickly wiping the mixture of his cum and yours from between your thighs.

“what if i don’t want to go back? and what if i want that to happen again?” you muse, tugging your shirt back over your head, and your sweats back on as he pulled his back up, his eyes never leaving yours.

“well?”

“well what chris?”

“do you want that to keep happening?” he chuckles, cocking his head as you roll your eyes at his cocky attitude, finding it attractive at the same time.

“and more.” you whisper, twisting your fingers as you place yourself in his lap again, hoping he’d catch onto what you’re hinting at.

“good, me too. now let’s listen to this beat and fine tune it.”

“so why’d you save a copy of just me moaning to your computer?” you laugh, leaning your head against the side of his, his arm wrapping around your waist, tugging you closer as he laughs.

“why do you think baby?” he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at you, causing you to scoff playfully.

“you’re such a perv.”

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[tojiswhore-aventurinesslut]

I think Aventurine has nightmares about his past.

Warning: mildly suggestive content

You're sleeping soundly in your bed until quiet groans and a panicked voice wake you up.

"Don't. Stop. Please, no, no. Don't. Don't."

You look over and see Aventurine clenching his fists and teeth, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes and staining his pillow.

As expected, he was asleep.

This happened every few months. The very first time, you woke him up and tried to comfort him, asking him what happened and if he wanted to talk about it.

He blinked his eyes, trying to get rid of the terror of whatever he was seeing in his dream. You had never seen him look so scared before. The confident, cocky gambler who always won was nowhere to be found. His multi-colored eyes glistened from his tears.

But you only got to see it for an instant before his usual confident expression replaced it, wiping at his eyes.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He asked, voice impossibly smooth.

You were taken aback at how quickly he changed, "yeah but it's okay... Are you okay?" You asked again.

He chuckled, "of course. Don't worry your pretty little face. Just a bad dream."

"What was it about?"

His eyes grew distant for a split second before replying, "nothing. I just lost a bet."

"Did you lose something important in that bet?"

"Nope. And in fact, I think I was about to win it all back." He grinned.

Your brow furrowed. What kind of bet would leave Aventurine in tears but not be important? It didn't make sense. You were about to say as much when he moved closer to you, kissing your jaw and down your neck.

"Aventurine what—"

"Shh, let me put you back to sleep. It's my fault you woke up."

He sucked on the space connecting your neck and shoulder and moved his hand down your body, knowing just what to do to have you melting under him.

Thoughts of his dream were lost amongst the sounds of your sighs and bodies together.

Aventurine did indeed put you back to sleep, but when you woke up the next morning, he was gone. Nothing but a note that said he had urgent business and wouldn't be back for a few days. Even his texts to you were short. It felt like he was avoiding you.

After about a month, things mostly went back to normal, but he didn't stay the night again until almost 6 months after the incident, always finding an excuse to leave, no matter how late it was.

Which is why now, whenever he had these nightmares, you didn't wake him. Instead, you just laid there, listening to his quiet sobs and pleas. Sometimes shedding your own tears for him.

He was a guarded person, and you realized you didn't know much about his past, but you hoped one day he would confide in you. That one day your gambler would take a gamble on you and share his pain. But until then, you would just stay by his side, so when he awoke from whatever horrors he was reliving, he would see you there: an anchor, a light, hope to sleep again and dream of a morrow without pain.

#posts #im so unwell about him #like #ugh #i need to write a proper fic #this was supposed to be reader comforting him but #not yet #lol #aventurine #hsr #hsr fics #aventurine x reader #x reader #my writing #aventurine fics #my writing - aventurine

[storiesforallfandoms]

too far ~ jschlatt

word count: 2231

request?: no

description: in which he takes his dickishness a little too far

pairing: jschlatt x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf, angst, use of y/n, schlatt being a dick, insecurities and self...issues (?),

masterlist (one, two, three)

*i read a fic with this premise like a week or two ago but i cannot for the life of me find it anymore and i needed some mean schlatt angst turned fluff so i am writing my own version. if you are the original author this one goes out to you i will tag you if i can find you*

Everyone who knew Schlatt knew that he was sometimes "mean". It was never serious, it was all just meant to be teasing. For the most part, the worst of it went to Minx who was able to match his energy without it ever affecting her. Everyone else just got a few comments every now and then, but never anything incredibly rude.

Until it suddenly got directed all on you.

You had known Schlatt for some time, having met him through his online friend group while gaming one night. You had become acquainted quickly and you found yourself being excited whenever you knew you'd be playing or recording with him. It seemed like he felt the same way, or at least he was friendly and civil. That was until one recording when you were excitedly talking about something, he suddenly piped up to say, "Jesus, do you ever shut the fuck up?"

Everyone was laughing, so you figured it was just a joke, but it took you by surprise. You knew Schlatt was blunt, but it seemed completely out of nowhere when no one else seemed to mind your babble. You chuckled along with everyone, but you found yourself falling silent for the rest of the recording. Some of the others would include you in the conversation, but you only gave short answers.

After that, it seemed like Schlatt would be picking on you more and more. He rarely had anything nice to say to or about you. It became harder and harder to want to do recordings or streams when he was acting like that, and your mutual friends were starting to notice his continued bullying. It made everyone feel uncomfortable, even if he kept insisting it was just jokes.

It all came to a head when you were asked to do one of those "dating shows" on YouTube. It was you, Minx, Emma, and Jaiden, and Schlatt, Ted, Tanner, and Connor, with Jack hosting it. You weren't sure what the rules were or how the game was supposed to go down, but you loved watching the hilarity of other online "dating shows", and couldn't wait to be a part of it. You were a little weary of Schlatt's presence, but there were so many people involved that you figured you wouldn't get the brunt of his insults today.

Jack sent you the link for the Zoom call. You were one of the last people to join the call, so you were immediately met with a cacophony of overlapping voices. You chuckled to yourself at the familiar chaos. You adjusted your volume settings and positioned your webcam before turning it on.

A high pitched scream brought the conversations to a halt.

"What the fuck was that?" Jack said with a laugh.

"I think it was Schlatt," Ted said.

"Yeah it was me. Sorry, I just saw a jumpscare," Schlatt responded.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Minx asked.

"I saw (Y/N)'s ugly mug suddenly join the call and it scared me."

Everyone was silent. Your face burned and tears started to form in your eyes. Your body moved before your brain could register, your hand moving your mouse to click the "End Call" button. The moment everyone's faces disappeared, you allowed yourself to cry.

For all the hurtful stuff Schlatt had said, he had never gone after your appearance. It was one of your biggest insecurities because you felt like you didn't measure up to other female streamers. Sure, that was a cliche insecurity, but it was your truth. You marveled at how pretty all your friends were and would often mentally compare yourself to them. It wasn't something you had spoken publicly about, so obviously Schlatt didn't know he would touch a nerve, but it still felt like an extremely low blow. Especially for it to be the first thing you heard when you turned your camera on.

You sent Jack a message to apologize for leaving, but you told him you didn't feel up to doing the show anymore. He responded almost immediately to let you know that it was okay and he didn't blame you for your decision. You were shutting down your set up when your Discord started ringing; a voice call from Ted.

"Aren't you supposed to be recording?" you asked, trying to keep your voice even.

"We're taking a quick break while Jack decides if he wants Schlatt to compete anymore," Ted explained.

"Don't kick him off just because of me," you said.

"We don't really want him to play after what he said. It was incredibly fucked up and uncalled for."

"He's said worse to Minx."

"Yeah, but he and Minx have an understanding. We've all noticed that he makes fun of you, but you don't respond the way Minx does. I don't know what his problem is recently, but you don't deserve those insults. You're an incredibly kind person, unlike us assholes."

You chuckled through your tears. "You're not an asshole, Ted."

"I am sometimes, don't lie."

"Only a little bit." You wiped the fresh tears from your eyes and let out a shaky sigh. "I don't want to record with Schlatt anymore."

"I understand," Ted said. "I'll let everyone know, too."

"Thank you."

When you and Ted hung up, you sat back in your chair and took a deep breath. The sting from Schlatt's words was still strong, but you also felt some relief in having talking to Ted about it and him assuring you that you wouldn't have to record with Schlatt anymore. It still upset you that Schlatt made such a 180 when it seemed like you were both getting along so well, but you weren't going to wast anymore brain space on him.

Your phone buzzed from a Discord notification. You looked down at the screen to see Schlatt was trying to send you a message. Instead of reading it, you went to his Discord profile and blocked him.

~~~~~~

It was easier than you thought to forget about Schlatt and his insults. All your friends did as you asked didn't invite you to recordings if Schlatt was a part of them, or vice versa with him. You went on to block him on all social media, and even muting his channels on YouTube so you wouldn't risk seeing him in your recommended. It was like he never existed, and you didn't even care.

You were in the middle of editing a video when a knock came at your door. You assumed it was the Uber Eats you had ordered, so you saved your progress and got up to answer. Instead of finding a delivery guy, you came face to face with the man you had been avoiding for weeks.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. "Wait, better question, how do you know where I live?"

"I bothered Ted until he told me," Schlatt responded.

You rolled your eyes. "Ted's dead to me."

You went to close the door, but Schlatt's hand shot out to block the door. You scowled at him. "Take the hint, Schlatt. I don't want to see you."

"I know you don't, and I get why, but please let me explain and apologize."

"I don't want to hear what you have to say. Honestly, you don't even deserve to take up my time to try and give some shitty explanation for your shitty behavior."

"I know - "

"You really hurt me," you cut him off. "I took the insults in silence because I knew you poked fun at everyone, but they really hurt me. It got to a point where I was dreading having to interact with you every time someone invited to a Discord call and I saw that you were in there too."

"(Y/N) - "

"And then you called me ugly in a call in front of everyone and that hurt the most. I know it shouldn't have given how much else you've said to me, but my looks are one of my biggest insecurities, and I know you probably didn't know that but still, going after how I look was such a low blow. And it hurts so much because I thought we were friends, but suddenly you're insulting me and bullying me at every chance you get, and it almost felt worse than the way you act with Minx so how am I supposed to take it as anything other than you not liking me and - "

Your rambling was finally cut off by Schlatt taking hold of your face and pulling you into him. You were shocked when you felt his lips against yours. Your initial reaction was to pull away and to start yelling at him again, but suddenly your brain switched to tell you lean into it. So you did. You pressed into Schlatt as much as you could; your body against his, your hands on his hoodie, standing on your toes so you could reach him.

Also to your surprise, Schlatt was the one to pull away first. He rested his forehead against yours, keeping his face inches apart from yours.

"That was one way to get me to stop talking," you joked.

He smiled. "Seemed to be the most effective way."

"So, are you about to tell me the reason you were being mean to me is because you liked me? Because if so, that is a very elementary school explanation."

"Unfortunately, that is the reason."

You pulled away from Schlatt and finally gestured for him to come in. You realized you had been standing in the doorway this whole time, and now that you had somewhat calmed down, you figured you'd listen to his explanation. You were much more intrigued now after your kiss, although you were far from completely forgiving him for what had happened.

You led Schlatt to your living room and you both sat down on the couch. You were very much aware of how close you two were sat. His body was inches away from yours. You could be touching him again if you wanted to.

"I was trying to push you away," he said, bringing you back to the topic at hand. "I was afraid you wouldn't like me back, and it felt easier to make you hate me than to risk that rejection."

"No offense, but that's a really stupid idea."

He chuckled. "Yeah, no offense taken because you're right. I should've just talked to you about it like an adult instead of assuming you would've rejected me. I thought the easier route would be to make you hate me, but then that succeeded and I realized how much I missed getting to talk to you. Not to sound too corny or anything, but everything felt empty when you weren't around. I knew I fucked up majorly, and I tried to apologize that night after what happened, but you blocked me on everything and I realized just how far I had actually gone."

You thought back to the call you had with Ted that day when everything had come to a head with Schlatt. "Did you not tell Ted how you felt?"

"Not until I begged him for your address. Listen, I love Ted and all, but the dude has a big fuckin' mouth. He would've let it slip one way or another how I feel about you, and I didn't want that. Actually, no one knew. I kept it to myself completely."

"You're an idiot. You know that, right?"

He nodded. "I'm more than well aware, yes."

"And you know it's going to take more than just kissing me and apologizing to completely redeem yourself? I understand why you acted the way you did, as stupid as it was, but it still really hurt me. I'm not going to forget everything just because you were being stupid."

"I don't expect you to. All I wanted was to explain myself and hope that you'd give me a second chance. I'm serious, (Y/N), I don't think I can just not have you in my life. If you don't want to date, that's fine. I'm okay with something platonic, as long as I have you."

You smiled and finally dared to reach out and touch him. You took his hand in yours, running your thumb over his knuckles. You then dared to lean forward and capture his mouth with yours in a quick, gentle kiss. When you pulled away, Schlatt had a smile on his face. You mirrored it with a smile of your own.

"You'll have to work for forgiveness," you told him. "You can start by taking me out on a date."

"Done," he said. "Right now?"

You giggled. "Maybe tomorrow. I was actually in the middle of editing a video when you came, and I have Uber Eats on the way."

As if on cue, there was a knock at your door.

"That would be it."

"Can I stay and hang out while you edit?" Schlatt asked.

"Of course. But I'm not sharing my food with you."

"Oh, you have no choice. You invited me in and let me stay, therefore you're sharing your food."

"You know what? Go fuck yourself, I take back everything I said."

You exclaimed and giggled as he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you to him. "Too late! No take backs! You're stuck with me for a very long time, toots."

#jschlatt #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x reader #schlatt #schlatt imagine #schlatt x reader #rpf #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[outermaybanks]

people have been very supportive and welcoming so far, i completely expected for this blog to be crickets for the first few months, and i noticed one of my new followers was a rafe girlie so i thought i'd write something for the rafe girls ♡

a/n: listen i know people say rafe wouldn’t give head, and normally i agree but i counter with: there are two wolves inside rafe cameron; one is a selfish prick, the other is desperate for approval. 

contains: nsfw 18+ mdni. drug use. oral fem receiving. grinding bc i said so. p in v penetration. ft. switch!rafe but he’s just pussywhipped and has daddy issues (nvm i took it too far switch!rafe fr) pleasure kink? yeah i think so.

“Hey there, pretty girl,” Rafe shouted a bit, so you could hear him over the music. You turned and looked at him, dressed in khakis and a polo, you had to turn away to stop yourself from laughing in his face.

“I uh… got your favorite.”

That got your attention. You quickly whip back around, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrow. Rafe just smiled, so grateful to have your attention. He leaned down so his lips were by your ear.

“Come with me.”

You looked over your shoulder to find your girlfriends at the party, the two girls dancing on each other as a group of boys watched, then you looked back to Rafe.

“Lead the way, Cameron.”

Rafe swallowed as you reached out to put your hand on his shoulder, all he could think about was your hand sliding down his chest to his pants. Your pointed look reminded Rafe of the mission at hand and he promptly turned on his heel, leading you somewhere more quiet, which just so happened to be his bedroom.

“This is the best shit in OBX,” Rafe said, grabbing the baggie from his pocket. Only the best for his girl.

You took the opportunity to look around Rafe’s room, filled with typical teenage boy shit. You looked at him before sauntering over to sit beside him on the bed. He had a tray in his lap, ready to make some lines for you two, when you had a fun idea.

“Wanna do ‘em off me?” 

Rafe’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Off you, like-“

“Like off my tits,” you said so casually Rafe almost came in his pants.

“Y-Yeah-“ He cleared his throat. “Fuck yeah.”

You couldn’t fight the giggle that fell from your lips. Maybe this would be more fun than you thought.

Rafe bit his lip as he watched you pull your shirt over your head. He could already feel his cock straining against his khakis, and when you reached behind your back and suddenly your bare breasts were in front of him.

You laid down so perfectly, Rafe could’ve sworn he’d seen this in porn. 

“Well?” You tease, and Rafe didn’t want to waste another second. He swallowed the saliva forming in his mouth, then carefully poured the power from the baggie into a rough life going vertically across your right tit, right beside your perked nipple.

Rafe wet his bottom lip before palming your breast in his hand, holding you steady. His hands were big, and you liked the feeling of them. You watched carefully as he snorted up the powder, and he looked at you once more before licking the left over. You bit your lip at the feeling, a small moan falling from your lips.

Rafe felt like he was in a dream. He wanted to do whatever it took to hear that noise again.

“My turn,” you said softly, guiding him to move as you sat up. “Shirt off.”

Rafe nodded, excitedly pulling off his shirt. His enthusiasm egged you on, so you pushed him down to lie on his back and swung your leg over his lap to straddle him. You could feel his hardening erection through your shorts.

Rafe took a shaky breath as he fought the urge to rut up into you. He settled for placing his hands on your hips.

The boy beneath you couldn’t help but let out a soft hiss as you leaned forward to pour your line of coke down his sternum, your core pressing harder against him.

After you snorted your line, you mimicked Rafe’s actions and slowly licked a stripe up his chest. 

“Rafe?”

“Hm?” was all he could muster.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

Rafe swallowed again, before desperately nodding his head. You bit your lip as you started grinding against his erection.

“I’ll let you fuck me if you do what I say.”

Rafe nodded fervently, already surrendered to you.

“Take your pants off, but leave your boxers on.”

Once Rafe’s hands moved to the button on his pants, you climbed off to pull off your own shorts off, only you also pull off your panties. Once Rafe notices this, he becomes transfixed on the glistening between your lips.

“You know that trick you can teach a dog, where you put the treat on their nose but they can’t eat it yet?” You ask as you climb back up him, swinging your leg back over his lap. You could see the tent formed by his hard cock, but you didn’t dare touch him yet.

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed but he nodded. You pushed him to lay flat on his back. 

“You’re the dog.”

You lowered yourself, causing his dick to lay against his stomach as you rolled your hips back and forth. Rafe’s hands once again found their way to your hips, but this time, his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he took a deep inhale. You allowed him to help guide your movements.

Small grunts and moans fell from Rafe’s lips with every roll of your hips. The wet spot left on his boxers by your wetness only spurred him on more.

You kept your eyes locked on his as you grind against his cock. Soft moans hummed in your throat as felt your desire swell.

“What do you want, Mr. Cameron?” You practically purred. Rafe wet his lips as his eyes flickered from yours to the damn fabric separating him from you.

“I want another line.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, curiously. He sat up before flipping the two of you, Rafe quickly kissed down your neck. As his mouth made its way down your body, you found yourself grinding against his knee, which was conveniently placed between your legs.

“Now who’s begging like a dog?” Rafe mumbled against your skin, before biting down softly on the flesh of your breast, causing you to let out a soft whine.

Rafe pressed his hand against you, pushing you to lie flat, and carefully poured a horizontal line across the bottom of your stomach. You ran a hand through his hair, gripping slightly as he snorted his line. You felt the familiar cool of his tongue against your flesh, but then he began kissing further down, lowering his body before licking a stripe up your aching core. Your grip on his hair tightened as a pleased moan fell from you.

Rafe took this as encouragement and slid his tongue up and down as his lips attached to your clit, and finally he got the delicious moans he craved from you. 

“Mmm yeah, right there, Rafe, just like that.”

Rafe buried his face deeper into your core, lifting your legs onto his shoulders. 

“You taste so fucking good, y/n,” He said when he came up for a breath before promptly going back to the task at hand. His eyes were glued to your face, drinking up the sight of you twisted with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy.”

Those were the magic words to him. 

He slid his tongue inside you, lapping at the juices before he began fucking you with his tongue.

“Mmm! Fuck, I’m close Rafe, I’m so fucking close.”

His fingers gripped you tighter, pulling you impossibly closer. Meanwhile, your fingers dug deeper into his hair, pushing his face down, trying to grind against his tongue.

You came with a gasp, then a moan, before his name fell from your lips repeatedly with quick breaths. God it was music to Rafe’s ears.

Your legs fell limp as you panted, your body practically vibrating as you came down. But Rafe was still chasing release, and he was running out of patience.

“You can handle another one, can’t you, baby?”

Your eyes were half lidded, already drunk off your first orgasm, but you were greedy, you wanted more. You nodded and opened your legs for him, and Rafe wasted no time kneeling in front of you before pulling you closer. 

Your head fell back in anticipation as you felt his tip slide through your lips.

“Tell me you want it.”

You looked at him through your lashes, then your eyes fell to his pretty cock, all pink and needy, already leaking with precum. You bit your lip before reaching down between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock. You kept your eyes on him as your hand stroked him, then you lined him up at your entrance.

“Be a good boy and fuck me, Rafe.”

In one movement he slid all the way inside of you, causing your eyes to roll back at the sweet stretch. Rafe had lost the desire to be unselfish, immediately thrusting into you. Your body was still buzzing from your first orgasm, and with each movement of his hips you could feel the tension building back up in your stomach.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby. Knew you would. Knew this was the perfect pussy for me.”

You moaned at his words, pushing your hips up so he could reach a better angle that made your eyes close as you tried to keep focus.

Rafe’s hands slid from your hips to your waist, lifting you to arch your back as he thrusted up into you, the pleasure causing your head to fall back, practically going limp in his arms as your  second orgasms rolled through you. Seeing you unraveling from his cock was what pushed Rafe over the edge, his warm cum shooting inside you, a low grunt leaving his throat as he finished.

You were too blissed out to move, but Rafe held you still while he caught his breath, then he leaned down, resting his head against yours before pressing his lips to yours, and you realized, that was the first time you had done that. You brought your hand up to his cheek, pulling him closer.

When you pulled away, Rafe swallowed as he took in the sight of what you two had done, then without a word he got up, and went into his bathroom attached to the room, returning with a washcloth to clean you with, and one of his shirts.

“What’s this?” you asked, holding up the shirt.

“To sleep. You’re staying the night,” Rafe answered nonchalantly as he pulled on a pair of sweats, making your eyebrows knit together.

“Where are you going?” 

“To kick everyone out of my fucking house.”

©outermaybanks 2024

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[togamest]

hi hiiii ^^ i just wanted to request how the furin boys + togame would react if they were out shopping with their s/o and they reach their hand out intending to take their bags for them but their s/o mistook it for them asking to hold their hand so they switched their bags in one hand to hold theirs? i just think it'd be rlly cute <3

-> take my hand, love | 1,020 words. gn!reader (reader is called pretty, my love, honey, sweetheart). sfw.

author’s notes: this was absolutely precious to write. i love these boys so much…and i know umemiya would be such a doofus about the whole thing, haha! hope you enjoy! thanks for stopping by <3

Sakura would go bright red out of embarrassment. The one time he tries to be smooth, and you still thwart him with your sweet eyes and downturned lips, confused as to why he looks so off at simply holding your hand. “Did…did I misread?” you eventually say, hesitantly, and his face goes even redder. He’s almost as red as the tomatoes in the produce aisle you’re both walking through. “N-no! Well, yes,” he eventually gets out, “I, uh…wanted to grab the grocery bags. We got a lot of stuff.” He brushes the back of his neck with his hand, and your frown turns upside down as you laugh, squeezing his hand, before replacing your hand with the bags he’d been reaching for.

“B-But I can hold your hand too,” he says, going for your hand in his free one. You can’t help but smile at him. “You’re so cute, you know that?” you say, and he shrugs, looking off at the ceiling, anywhere but you. “Yeah, yeah,” he responds gruffly. But the blush is still there.

Hayato wouldn’t even question it. Really, he is going for your hand, but on principle he tries to grab the bags first; you’d been on a long shopping spree today to get summer clothes, and you had several bags that he could’ve carried with ease. Not that you were struggling, but he hated not helping you with carrying things into the house even though you were quite a self-sustainer. When your hand meets his own, and your smile, so bright, beams at him, he can’t help but ignore his motive and simply smile back. He does tell you on the way home, though, and you’re incredibly embarrassed, dropping your hand from his own. “I’m sorry,” you say, frowning, and Hayato just smiles, taking your hand in his own again. “Not to worry, my love,” he says softly, squeezing your hand in his own, “I still won anyway.”

Next time, he takes the bags first, and doesn’t even let you think about carrying them yourself. If you do, he gives a tut and holds his hand out. “Not today,” he says, grabbing the bags with a smile, “I know you can handle it, but let me do it.” And he always manages to win.

Hiragi has too big of a heart to not tell you what he meant; while he’d have been happy just holding your hand, even though you weren’t much of a hand-holder in the first place, he did see how many bags you had from shopping and couldn’t help but try to kill two birds with one stone; bags first, hand later. He doesn’t laugh at you, or tease you; instead, he swiftly grabs your hand, pulls you close, and snatches the bags from your other hand so quickly that you barely have time to register what happened. “Hir—” you attempt to say, brows furrowing, but he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Wanted to get your bags, honey,” he says smoothly, and your face goes bright red as you pull your hand away. “O-oh,” you stammer out, but he’s faster than you, grabbing your hand again, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I have two hands f’r a reason, you know,” he says, smiling as he squeezes your hand in his own. Your now-free hand moves up to giggle behind it, rolling your eyes. “Smooth talker,” you grumble.

Umemiya laughs hysterically at it, mostly at the perplexed look on your face clearly reacting to the brief confusion on his own. He’s always been carefree and a little silly, but making fun of you for wanting to hold his hand? That’s pretty cold. You yank your hand away, going to storm off when his hand grabs your arm, tugging you back. You look at him, fuming, even more confused as to why he thinks holding your hand is so funny. Does he not like public displays of affection? you think to yourself. Maybe it’s a sign of weakness for him…which isn’t the case as Umemiya’s voice carves right through your thoughts, remorse strong in his eyes. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, apologetically grinning at you, “I was just going to grab your bags. But I’m happy to hold your hand, too! Promise!” His sweet attitude isn’t something you can say no to, so you roll your eyes and let him take your bags, and then your hand.

“Sorry,” you say softly, under your breath, and Umemiya brings you close, wrapping an arm around your waist as your head tucks into his shoulder. “Never apologize, my dear,” he whispers against your head, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Togame doesn’t question it, either. He’ll only tell you once you’re home, and you’re unloading all of the groceries into the fridge when he clears his throat, a devious smirk on his lips as you look over at him, frowning. “Remember when I went to hold your hand today?” he asks, and you nod. You have absolutely no idea where he’s going with this, but as he explains that he meant to grab all the grocery bags you were huffing about, you go bright red, turning away from him and grabbing the eggs, placing them in the fridge. Togame’s throat clears again, and you turn around, annoyed. “What?” you say, a little aggressive, and his expression changes to something close to guilt. “I didn’t mean I didn’t wanna to hold your hand, you know,” he says slowly, handing you the lettuce from the produce bag, “I always wanna hold your hand. I was jus’ sick of hearin’ ya complain about haulin’ all these damn bags by yourself.” You huff, your hands on your hips as you turn away from the open fridge. “And I can, can’t I?” you counter, and he laughs.

“Ya sure can, pretty,” he says, moving to stand right in front of you, clasping the hand at your side in his own, “but let me do it next time, yeah? Gotta keep these hands nice ‘n smooth f’me.”

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A Fucking Rat

Simon Riley x GN Reader

For GPD's May CoD writing challenge Prompt 42

Simon Riley Pet sits for Reader      Prompt #42

I have head cannons for each of them on what type of pet I think their SO would have. Simon’s significant other would have a ferret. I’m sorry but he screams ferret boyfriend.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN Reader     Fluff <3         Words: 1.4k

Warnings: Might be a bit of ooc Simon. Just some cussing, gender-neutral terms used. Ferret blasphemy

It started as a simple question. One Simon figured he’d be able to complete. “Can you watch Darrel for me?” Easy. That’s all that was requested of him by his… relationship? He thinks you’re dating, granted he also doesn’t want to ask 6 months into whatever it is y’all are. You stated you weren't much for 'labels'.

The issue is, he just assumed that Darrel is a cat. Or a dog. He didn’t expect you to own a fucking ferret. So, tell him why he is now trying to find where it’s gone, as he’s on the phone telling you it's doing great! Ferret is 100% okay and definitely not lost in your apartment.

“But you found the food for him, right?” You had asked him over the phone, Simon had you on speaker on the counter beside the cage.

“Yeah, found that pretty quickly, right where you said it’d be. How’s the trip going?” He’s moving the couch cushions around trying to figure out where the little shits ran off to. Opened the cage door just to turn around and put the food in and out came the wiggly little bastard.

“It’s going okay, wish I was home though, I hate being away whilst you’re back from deployment. Also, why do you sound so far away? What’re you doing?” Shit. You heard him.

“I just misplaced the remote. Think it fell in between the cushions. Nothing happening.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees it. Darrel. Shooting across the living room. So, Simon follows as quietly as he can, being 6’5. And yet he misses him by seconds.

“Check behind the cushions, usually with you they don’t fall between them, but slip behind you towards the back.” You remind him, as this has been an occurrence before.

“Where the fuck…” It’s muttered, Simon hopes you can’t hear him trying to find your beloved pet.

“What’s that noise? You got a cold?” Simon hears you ask, which makes him turn to see Darrel on the phone. So, Simon does the only thing he can think of and grabs the blanket to toss it over everything.

Covering the counter, phone, and ferret all in one swoop. The issue? Darrel squeals. Which tips you off.

“Simon! What’s happening?” You panic, hear the squealing and the scuffle, but then you hear something else.

“Got you, you fuck.” It’s Simon finally getting him cornered and caught.

“Simon, what the hell is happening?” You hear him cuss, then the noises of Darrel making little noises you refer to as ‘happy dook’. And as you get annoyed at the fact you don’t get a response, you tap the ‘Facetime’ button on the screen. Waiting for Simon to accept the call the first thing you see when he does, is Darrel, mouth open with Simon holding his scruff.

“Little slimy bastard is what he is,” Simon informs holding the little terror.

He hears and sees you laughing at his statement, “He slipped past you didn’t he?”

“Why do you have to own a rat of all things? Why not a cat, or shit a parrot?” It’s said in a grumble, as he fixes his hold on the ferret, massive hands moving to hold under his legs. Then sticking him back in his cage to eat.

“When I got the apartment the landlord's rules were ‘pet either had to be in a cage or tank’. So, I got a ferret. Birds are… I don’t know I think they’re messy.” You inform, doing a little finger wave to the pet.

“So, you got a rat. Not a fish?”

“Simon, leave your adoptive son alone,” You tell him, then move your attention back to Simon. “How’d he slip past you Mr. SAS Lieutenant?”

“He slipped past as I was grabbing his food. Ran around the room, he’s coming on next deployment with how he gets in and out of places though.”

A laugh sounds out, and Simon can see your nose crinkled as you do, “Don’t send our son to war. He’d never make it past basic.”

Simon lets out a small chuckle, “Just give him to Johnny to deal with. He’ll get ‘em through.”

“Johnny would lose him instantly. Would probably try strapping a knife to him and send him through the halls.” You laugh as you say the second part, and Simon knows you’re picturing the Scot strapping a knife to the little weasel. “God Price would probably put rat traps out.”

There’s a gruff laugh in response, “Wouldn’t allow it.”

You just hum in response, “Well, just remember you’re free to stay there whilst I’m gone. Don’t care if you do or don’t. Just let Darrel run around for a few hours, he’ll make his way back to the cage when he’s done.”

“You let the rat run around unsupervised?”

“He’s not a rat. He’s a ferret. Weasel family. You should know that. Also, yes, I do, he’s usually free roaming whenever I’m home, but I won’t make ya do that.” You tell him, then add, “Oh watch your toes. He’ll bite ‘em if he can. OH, and your keys. Actually, just anything that might have a bit of a shine. If you notice anything is missing, just check that cubby under the TV. He’ll have stuff stashed there.”

“Great, so he’ll steal my keys, bite my feet. Anything else I should worry about?”  He questions.

“Nah, that’s just for if you decide to let him roam about. Are you up to date on shots?”

It’s stated bluntly as if you’re going to add something else, and it makes Simon turn in the direction of your face on the screen.

“This little rat has a disease?”

“Simon, he’s not a rat. Also, no I’m just fucking with ya. But if I come back from this trip and my child is dead, I’m coming for your kneecaps, Simon Riley. Nothing will hide you from me.” It’s blunt, meant to be a threat, but coming over Facetime, doesn’t make it too scary. Simon’s had worst threats made against him.

“He’ll be alive when you get back,” Simon grunted out, reassuring you of the fact. “Any plans for tomorrow?” He asked, changing the subject from the rat. Weasel.

“Not really, did that hike today, I’ll send some photos from it. Want any souvenirs?” Simon wants to roll his eyes at that but knows that some people do enjoy traveling. His being in the military makes it lackluster.

“Skyros is known for what again? Crafting?”

“Close, known for ceramics, woodcarving, embroidery. The classics,” You inform.

Simon seems to hum in thought, “Grab me something you think I’ll use. Or think I need.” He tells, knowing you’d find him something you think ‘screams Simon.’

“Will do, got Price a mug, which seems like I’m trying to find a gift for my father but anyway, Johnny a Scottish flag burned into some wood. Gaz took longer but found him this book of poems, some of which are claimed to be originals but there were like 5 other copies of the same book. Buy the book you get an original coin from like 400 BC, which is real. Can add it to his coin collections he’s found through your guys' travels.”

Simon knows then that is one of his favorite things about you. How you’ve accepted the team as a family, don’t see them as anything else. Buy them little trinkets when things remind you of them all.

“They’ll all enjoy them. But you know you don’t have to buy them anything. They’ll say the same.”

“I know they will. But they’re the boys.” You smile, then say, “If you won’t be nice to them then I gotta.” It’s said with a laugh. The tease coming through the phone.

Simon huffs a laugh, “Because I’m so rude. Should watch out, might replace me with you.”

“Only if little Darrel comes with.” He watches your smile through the phone screen, wishing you were here instead on some Greek island. The mention of the pet makes him look back at the cage across the room seeing the ferret’s beady little eyes staring at him.

Simon sighs, shaking his head and just states, “A fucking rat for a pet.”

“He’s not a rat!”

Gaz's s/o would have a horse. Seems like the type of guy who would love coming out and seeing you ride your horse. Soap's s/o has a cat, a little wriggly bastard who's always getting into shit. Like Soap. Price's s/o would have a dog. I picture a little (ethically bred where it can fucking breath, like og. or maybe adopted) French bulldog. Price would be the type of guy who would be like 'I'm not being seen with this thing.' cut to 3 weeks later he's dressing it in bows. And of course, Simon with his little weasel child.

@glitterypirateduck

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[ninimuhllover]

"You have pretty eyes"

Pairing: Nika mühlx!fem!reader

Requested:no

Warnings:cursing,fluff,no mentions of y/n,reader refered to as her,she,hers,kissing

"Kissing, I hope they caught us Whether they like or not" kk sung while we were driving to the amusement park"I wanna show you off,I wanna show you off" I sang with her I turn the radio down a bit because Paige and azzi were talking but Nika was quiet "hey you okay Nika?" I ask while slightly turned towards her "huh" she said looking up "I asked if you were okay?" She slightly blushed "oh yeah I'm just nervous" she smiled "oh why are you nervous" I asked while smiling "I have never really liked rollercoasters" she said shyly "oh that's okay I'll hold your hand then" she blushed really hard I turn back around and turn the radio back up "Somethin' different about you Love it when he hit and smack too Baby, lemme lick on your tattoos That's true that I like pda Take it to a seedy place Suck a little dick in the bathroom" I sang with kk some more"Who that man with the big strong hands On her ass in the club with the paps? Baby, that's you Front seat chillin' with the window down I be ten toes down on the dash getting' fast food" we sang(mainly yelled) while pulling into the parking lot for the park"Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand"we sang turning off the car "alright y'all ready for this" kk said I stepped out the car and grabbed my bag and put it overy shoulder when I felt someone grab my hand seeing it was Nika I didn't mind "okay where are we going frist"asked azzi "well since we got the express passes we can really go anywhere" I said to azzi as we were walking to the entrance "why don't we get those cups we can refill for free" kk said while we got in line to check in "nah I was thinking about this thing to death" Paige said jokingly "hey that's you" kk said

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"I kinda wish that we didn't have the express passes" Nika said as we were walking towards a ride"why?" I said "because then we can wait in line and then I wouldn't be so nervous" she said "yeah I guess that's reasonable" I said smiling at her "let's ride that one" I said pointing to one I saw from afar we all started walking to the ride and went through the express line getting faster I could see nika getting more and more nervous so I squeezed her hand she smile at the gesture with a tiny hint of red on her cheeks "don't be scared it's gonna be fun" I say to reassure her she nods once we got sat on the ride her grip on my hand got even tighter when the ride started moving her grip on my hand was so tight but I didn't really care as long as she was comfortable "it's okay" I say to her the some people behind us started yelling when we were moving upwards we soon reached the top "just breath" I say to her it soon dropped and pretty much everyone was screaming her grip never let lose the ride came to a stop and we got off "was that fun?" i asked "actually yeah" she smiled "how about we go get churros?" I asked she nodded as we walked to the churros stand the walk was further than I expected

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"two churros please" I asked the cashier he nodded and grabbed them "thank you" I said as he handed them to me i handed on to Nika as I took a bite "mm this is good" she said "yeah but the chocolate sauce taste like shit" (speaking from personal experience) I said disgusted "meh I'm in the middle about it" I smile at her "how about we go on the Ferris wheel next"she said "sure" I say surprised she would want to go on a ride that soon after the first one we started walking towards the Ferris wheel still hand in hand we walked through the express line and sat down in a cart sitting across each other to balance the cart the Ferris wheel started to move up wards" wanna take a picture" she nodded I quickly moved over beside her as the cart rocked back and forth I pulled out my phone and pressed the cameraPUT up a peace sign while she put up two while smiling I took a couple of pictures and since we were so close when I turned towards her our noses almost touched "has anyone ever told you that 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨?" She breathed out and leaned in when our lips touched It felt like everything was coming together that I could die happy I never wanted it to end but we both pulled away "I have liked you for so long"she said smiling at me "I have liked you for so long too" we were both blushing when we got of the ride and stated to walk towards a new ride

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"where have you two been" azzi asked us when we walked up to the car "we got kinda lost" i said we kinda did but it was good because we wouldn't have kissed "mhm sureeee" Paige said slyly "and there's some news" said Nika while smiling kks face lit up like she already new "Paige you better give me my twenty dollars" she said beaming like a kid "huh there was a bet" I say shocked Nika and azzi were laughing while Paige stomped like a kid and kk jumped for joy "I can't with y'all" I said azzi hugged me "it's okay y'all are cute" she whispered to me while smiling after all of that we got into the car "and you better not forget to cash app me my twenty p" kk said while paige huffed we all kinda laughed "yeah yeah don't rub it in"Paige said

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Kinda short I'm really bad at putting periods and stuff but I hope this was okay it's my first actual writing I most likely spelt things wrong but oh well no one's perfect I don't actually know if Nika doesn't like rollercoasters it was just an idea I hope you enjoyed it and please please request please don't copy me my work with out asking 🩷🤍

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[sordidmusings]

WIP Snips!

This is a scheduled post I'm setting to weeks ahead as a threat to myself to get something more substantial done. If this makes it to post then I have failed in that 🤡 (Checking in on it now with only a week and a half until it posts and no closer to that goal of something actually fully finished with no dice so whoops 🥴). Or I’m MIA who knows at this point but we can hope lol

Some of these will be more substantial than others - sometimes it means I have more done but largely it means that I think the piece has something more worth showing. There's tons that aren't on here which just goes to shows my abismal lack of control on the AuDHD in general but especially right now 💀 Ranges from actual sections to summaries. Listing these all out really shows how I'm little more than a smut peddlar 🤡🥴 There is some SFW on the docket so there's that lol

Hopefully you enjoy a little finger food buffet - we've got Buggy, Croc, Doffy, Law (some also ft Shachi and Penguin), Corazon, Shanks, Mihawk, Nami, and the series pulls in Beckman, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Koby. There's canon and some AU.

Organized by character except the themed series, which is at the end. Like I said, there's many in the works that aren't on here but this shit is big enough lol

Eat up ٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡

Buggy

The Hat Stays ON NSFW

Snippet:

“I told you, you need to relax”

“How am I supposed to relax when- ahh fuck, baby, pleaaaaase don’t stop.”

“When what, Bugs?” you goad. You watch with glee as his eyes flutter shut at your teasing grip on the head of his cock sliding over him in small swirls. He sinks a little lower into his seat and spreads his legs just that much wider.

“When they’re gonna kill meeee,” he whines, half for fear and half for pleasure. His gloved hands paw deeply into your thighs in search of comfort.

“They wouldn’t dare,” you grumble and loom over Buggy even more possessively. 

Sensing you closer, he cracks his eyes open below his furrowed brows to take you in. The protective violence that mixes into your expression to fully bind to your hunger makes him feel split in two. One piece of him is flung towards warmth and safety, knowing you really would try clawing and shredding your way through the other two for him. The other half of him shrinks to a shivering speck under the threat in your eyes looking down on him and giving him a taste of what it would feel like to be your prey. He shivers at the safely anxious and dangerously addictive feeling, cock jumping hard in your grip.

Your scowl turns into a smirk as you quickly pick up on his train of thought. Oh your sweet, beloved clown needs time being weak and possessed? You’ll happily oblige.

Your free hand moves from the large pool of red fabric at his waist to trail teasing touches up his torso, rewarding you with a show of his muscles jumping under your fingertips. When you get to his collarbone, you jerk your hand up to firmly grip his jaw. Buggy gasps, staring at you with wide eyes, fully showing off the way his pupils were overtaking that beautiful sea green of his. “You’re mine,” you growl to him an inch from his face, forehead touching the front of his hat, staring fiercely into his eyes. You can feel his pulse pound harder against your index finger. “And I protect what is mine.”

Scare Actor AU NSFW

Original notes in somewhat coherent paragraph form then a bulleted play by play (ish) of the first part where he's more in the headspace of his scare actor role. This one'll really give an idea of how my notes for things process lol

Original notes:

Buggy is a scare actor at a  circus themed haunted house/corn maze for the Halloween season - he wouldn’t tell you that sometimes the other employees would come back here to smoke for their breaks. He was absolutely positive that this was worth losing the seasonal gig. He was also pretty sure his friends would watch instead of stopping anything. They were freaks after all and not just the sideshow kind. He’s ashamed to admit that the idea of Shanks walking in on him for once had his cock twitching. 

     (Slow up because you keep hearing rustling) You slowed you me hips down so that he could hope to respond. He actually whined at you. A few sharp pats to his cheek got his eyes opened and watching you. The hazy look in them had you clenching and him leaning his head back again with warbling moan. “Hey, no, look at me!” His head lolled back forward and you were greeted with a very grumpy expression. “You’re sure that no one comes this way?”

     He was sure that he’s never been more turned on in his life. The way his heart skittered each time he’d test the waters with you and you allow it was beyond addicting. He doesn’t know what he’d do if he never felt that again.

     Buggy hastily jerked off his jacket before noticing his opportunity. When he was sure you were looking, he flapped it dramatically and gently laid it out like a server preparing a fine table. He finished his little gag with a flourish of his arm and a deep bow. He was rewarded with your giggles. “Such a gentleman. Did they offer hospitality courses in clown school?” “Only as extra curricular.” Something about him getting down between your legs or smth “You must be an overachiever” “Just very eager to learn” (him referencing earlier mention of not having a lot of experience)

   Struggling cuz like it would also be hot for him to be actually scary and threatening. Maybe there’s two interactions, the first one being actually in the horror house and in that one he’s feral and still in his character but the second one is where they sneak away to the corn field and he’s much more in his own personality. First one is him ‘forcing’ the reader to blow him (mostly about her doing things for him?) while in the field they have longer penetrative sex.

     You try to ask for his name for the second time but he says he hates his legal name (hinted family issues??) and everyone just calls him Buggy now.

Part 1:

Reader finds joy in scary places instead of fear, they are exhilarated by the haunted house that is terrifying everyone else

Buggy is a murder clown actor there and you caught his eye, half attraction to you physically and half attraction to your responses to the house (he feels curiosity and also comradery for it and finds your fear giggles and laughter addictive)

He makes sure to tail you around the whole property even though he was supposed to be sticking to his own section

He does want to see what you’d look like actually scared - just for a moment like creeped out then jump scare not like actually scared for your safety

He makes sure you start seeing him out of the corner of your eye and know that he’s following you around

He corrales you into a back area (with help from Shanks - bless up to the wingman) that was closed for the night

Once you’re there is when he shows himself more again - you saw him well and a lot in his actual area but then only in tiny glimpses after

At first he won’t respond to you to be intimidating, but eventually he does talk

Through the interaction you notice he is following the no touch rule religiously - even moving back when you lean into him - so you bring it up

He slightly breaks character or moreso breaks the 4th wall - mentions that he’s playing a role (and that he thinks you’re enjoying it as much as him) and there are rules that he needs to follow

Important check in!!! - when rules are mentioned he says that its for safety and that all the scares are only fun when they are supported by safety - it emphasizes that he wants to push and tease you but you are not in any actual danger

He somehow manages to keep the on edge and aggressive mood going through tone and body language and pacing around and toying with you despite the actual words he’s saying being quite kind

You ask if you play a role too if that means he can touch you (say directly that you want to touch him and he almost goes for it before the complete check in)

He asks what role you want to play

You say, “cornered victim who tried to escape”

He responds, “Oh darling, but that’s what you are” and the game is on

Starts by grabbing you in easily escapable ways or lightens his grip immediately when you pull against it to ease you both into it and to really make sure that you are also furthering the scene

You get to your knees and palm at his thighs and that’s when he starts getting fully into his role again

Somewhere in the blow job when he’s getting pretty close you decide you want to feel chased and cornered again so you pull back, kiss his tip, give him a wink, then bolt off

He screams after you and immediately begins chasing you

*Find a way to have reader knowingly stay in back areas but don’t really want to run out to the woods - want to stay in run down building environment

It doesn’t take him too long to get close but you manage to hide (hiding pretty quick could be how you stay out of public area and away from other employees - maybe mention earlier that Shanks also wingmanned by clearing employees out of that area too or that the closed off area is bigger than I originally imagined)

Have short scene of him moving around the room and taunting you with all the things he’s going to do with you once he finds you

When he does get you he picks you up (easily) and carries you to a nearby table

While he’s placing you down, you manage to slip away again but this time he catches you after only a few steps

“Guess I’ll have to fuck you into the floor like the little bitch you are”

Similar to prone bone, has you very arched and mostly clothed still (hot and also helps keep your skin from being rubbed into the concrete floor)

Definitely have the whole thing be real feral but also have very small moments that show he’s making sure you don’t actually get hurt - stuff like putting his hand between your head and the floor, changing positions of limbs around if he notices the discomfort in them growing, nuzzling/pressing into places he’s hurt/marked (kissing over them would be too nice)

Of course the fact that he’s making sure your pleasure is as prioritized as is reveals the underlying equality to the dynamic

He pulls out when your getting close and plays it like its a punishment but it’s actually because he was about to cum in you

You whine at him about it so he makes fun of you for enjoying being caught and begging for your attacker

You beg him to use you and he folds easily so you end up sucking him off to finish him

He switches to heavily praising

He shoves you down and eats you out until you cum

After talk!!! - roles completely fall off and you both act really relaxed about the situation - you’re more in charge with leading things afterwards tho

Buggy asks if you want help, you respond that you wouldn’t mind if he got your pants back up over your ass but you think you gotta lay for awhile

You pat the spot next to you for him to lay down, he stares at it for a moment (the floor do be kinda dirty) before he decides “fuck it” and lays down

You roll your eyes at the fact that he laid on his back and even his arm isn't brushing yours so you roll onto your side and snuggle onto him, he seems unsure of what to do

“You’re gonna lay here and cuddle me until I’m ready to move. You have no say in the matter.”

After you say that he melts into it and pulls you closer and to lay more comfortably

Cheek on top of headdddd

Y’all talk awhile

Wanna address The Nose, cuz he can’t be born with that nose in our world - definitely some is part of the costume but maybe he has a crooked nose he hates from it getting broken a few times in scraps when he was a young teen

TLC Massage pt 3

Snippet:

You reveled in the feeling of rough stubble changing to soft skin as you slowly rubbed your cheek across his, from jaw to nose. When your cheek met the side of his nose, Buggy flinched again. The hand on his opposite cheek held him steady, enough pressure to comfort but not enough to control. You followed the path of your cheek with the tip of your nose until it met his. Keeping the contact, you brought your lips forward to press next to the corner of his lips. The soft skin against your lips twitched and you heard a shaky exhale. When you tilted your mouth back away, Buggy chased it by tilting his jaw towards you.

Buggy was thinking so many things that none of them fully registered. Gods, he wanted to kiss you. It was a wish unfolding right in front of him, one that felt so surreal it left him stuck between reactions. There was delicious, bubbling anticipation shooting through his veins, but anxiety was hot on its heels. In his mind your kiss was perfect - had you imagined the same? How could he ever measure up to a fantasy? Did you even think of kissing him before or was this some flippant fancy to enjoy affection for affection’s sake?

You turn to hover over his lips, making your noses brush again. This time, Buggy pushed harder into your opposite palm.

“No?” you asked in a whisper. He felt the word form against his lips, just barely a touch. Instead of answering, he took a deep breath, so you pulled back just far enough to look in his eyes. A thousand shades of blue and green flickered through them with thoughts and feelings just as numerous. You patiently held steady and pet his opposite cheek. Finally, he answered, “I don’t know.”

You gave him a nod and a reassuring smile, letting him release some of the tension cording his muscles. Moving steadily so that he had plenty of time to turn back, you placed a lingering kiss to his cheek before settling yourself back on his chest.

Buggy couldn’t gain the courage to put his hands back on you. He felt beyond ridiculous; you must think he’s some pitiful loser for being scared of a kiss. Well it wasn’t the kiss - it was the inevitable rejection that he remembered was coming every time you touched his nose. Feeling like he should hide away from you, Buggy kept his arms spread on the bed and his head turned away.

Sir Crocodile

Bonding Exercises (Request) NSFW

Summary:

You and Sir Croc have worked together for a long time, feeling even longer due to the way you wrestle each other for control in your partnership. You would've dropped your work with him a long time ago if it weren't for the fact that together you produce exceptional results and you can't pretend that he doesn't have the skills to back up his confidence and pigheadedness determination. You hate to admit to yourself that you also stick around for the respect and attraction that has grown right alongside your frustration. You know that the attraction is at least mutual - Croc started out subtle but now he does little to hide his wandering eyes and the way his hand yearns for you. The touches stay all in the realm of cordial and platonic, but there's a weight to his palm on you and a lingering that both of you allow to slip well past polite timing. Your frustration with each other seems to grow right alongside everything else though and work is getting harder and harder due to your shortened temper guarding fragile feelings and Croc responding in kind.

With all this in mind, you grab the hand that's found more and more of a home on your skin to capture Croc's burning gaze and proposition him: why not indulge in your attraction and get the passion out that way? You'll both have clearer heads and he'll get a chance to prove that his aura isn't compensating for something. He falls for the bait quick, barely giving you enough time to enforce your golden rule: kissing above the neck is only for someone who loves you.

Snippet:

Even with your foggy mind, the blazing trail he's trying to sneak over the corner of your jaw is obvious. It seems that he's having just as much trouble keeping his sanity through the sweet onslaught of the slick glide of his cock working you open. The hand you had pawing at his solid shoulder snaps to fist in his hair. He cuts off his deep groan with a curse, not wanting to let you know how the feel of you tugging at his hair makes his eyes roll back. The jerk interrupting his steady thrusts and the eager jump of his cock pressing into your plush walls was more than enough to clue you in. You use your grip to guide his ear to your lips.

"What did I tell you?" you reprimand, voice honey and venom in one. Your tone and the humid little puffs of breath caressing his ear pull a full body shiver from Croc. You tighten your legs around his waist to wring out more closeness, relishing the muscles in his sides fighting against the meat of your thighs. "You have to love me first."

A shaky breath escapes Sir Croc, as his temple brushes your cheek. Then, as if lightning struck through him, his muscles tense and he dives deeper into you with a punishing thrust. Though faster and more forceful, he clearly knows what he's doing; these aren't the sloppy motions of a fresh dom clinging to control. These are smooth and precise in their unrelenting thrust and grind to touch every piece of you and remind you of all the strength laying in wait to be used. The threat of it and the covetous way he plunges into you has your muscles going pliant in his hold. The heavy shove of his thick tip across your electric nerves to punctuate each thrust has you hiccuping to chase your breath.

"And how will you know? Words are cheap," Croc taunts against your own ear between the increasing pant of his breath. His smooth, deep rumble turns to a forceful growl with his next words. "How many have lied to claim the prize of your lips?"

Give Them an Inch ft. Mihawk NSFW

Summary:

You wake up mildly confused between Croc n Hawk. You'd spent the night talking and drinking with them and hoping that the two shrewd men would notice your little hints that you desperately wanted either of them to finally claim you. The most you got was occupying the same bed, but it seems that that may be because there was a preference for you to be sleep-fogged instead of buzzed.

Snippet:

Croc is waking up more with each motion of yours and you realize he’s truly amongst the living when he noses his way up your neck and blows gentle cold air across your ear. Your shiver and goosebumps earn a quiet, rumbling chuckle from him. The way you can feel it shudder his chest against your back has pleasure tingling through you.

“Good morning, little lamb,” he whispers, lips brushing the skin of your neck before placing a light kiss right behind your ear.

Now that really throws you off guard. The only way his lips have touched you before was in his usual greeting: a soft hold on your hand and a bow to kiss your knuckles. Never has he treated you to anything so intimate. He continues to do so, now trailing his lips to brush down your neck and across your shoulder. He retraces that path with firmer and firmer presses of his warm lips against your skin. The whole time his fingers continue to pet into the flesh just below the crease of your thigh. It all leaves you so confused; surely he would’ve done this last night if he had wanted to? When you were trying to subtly clue either of them into your want?

“Sir Croc?” you breathe out, “what-”

“Shhh, little lamb,” he croons before his tone turns teasing. “Wouldn’t want to wake up the hawk now would we?”

Your eyes snap up to the beautiful image of Mihawk’s peaceful face, looking perfectly carved in the soft morning light where it rests upon his pillow. Your awareness goes back to his large palm under your cheek and the gentle weight of his hand in yours. You shift again and notice your legs had been faintly brushing his with each motion. How had he not awoken?

“Lift your waist, sweet thing,” Croc urges.

You listen right away, too thrown off by the whole situation to question much else. You press your side away from the mattress and feel the chilled metal of Croc’s hook begin to slide under you, earning yet another shiver from you. It continues on its way, lifting you up even higher as the large, rounded base bass passes below you. All the fidgeting and movement has Mihawk shuffle slightly, spiking your heart rate at the idea of him staring you down in the embrace of Sir Croc. It only holds steady for a moment before Croc uses the base of his hook and his hold by your hip to drag you until you’re pressing flush into him, making your heart thump even faster and harder at the feel of his intimidating hardness coming to nestle against you.

“Croc, what are you-?”

“Hush,” he orders, tone more commanding even though it remained quiet. “Just want to touch you for a while, is that so bad?”

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“How many times do I have to warn you, little lamb?” Croc says, voice fond and teasing. “Hush.”

He stops his tugging when the cloth makes it halfway down your thighs; he doesn’t need it any further to get what he wants anyway. He nestles back against you, making you both let out shaky moans at the feeling of finally being skin to skin. When he grinds on you this time, you cherish every new detail you can feel, loving how his velvety skin contrasts with the solid cock it covers and how his cock was dripping enough to make his head feel like a sloppy mess against your skin. He’s stuck thinking of the heat of you seeping into his body and taking him over, how much your pussy, exposed to him by an obscene arch of your spine, is painting the underside of his cock with each grind.

“There you are,” he breathes reverently, “so fucking warm and wet.” 

You whimper in response to the words, pussy fluttering in want of something to clamp down on. Forgetting that you shouldn’t disturb the man lying next to you, your right hand leaves Mihawk’s to fist the front of his loose shirt. You don’t aim well and your fingers instead search against bare skin and anchor to his golden cross instead. You peek at him again from under your pleasure-scrunched brow. He lets out a breath much closer to a sigh and you feel the air curl gently over your face, a strong contrast to Croc’s forceful grinds. However, there are still no signs of Mihawk waking up. You keep looking even after you’re sure; staring at this gorgeous man lying next to you while being touched has your skin buzzing and head fuzzy. 

How would he react if those golden eyes opened and saw you like this? Would they turn dark with desire, pupils blowing large enough to swallow you whole? Would his face flush a pretty pink from seeing you fall apart in front of him? What pretty sounds would he make to echo your own? Would he reach to touch you, unable to hold himself back?

“I wonder how warm you are inside, little lamb,” Croc whispers after a teasing nip on your earlobe.

Hybrid AU NSFW

Summary:

You specialize in helping exotic hybrids with traumatic pasts. Your biggest challenge has just been plopped on your lap in the form of a crocodile hybrid who reigned as champion in the fighting rings for years, yet being at the top didn't afford him any more humanity from his owners; shown in the fact that he has no name beyond "Croc". His cordial and sophisticated nature (likely taken from the mob family who owned him since he was a child) nearly lulls you into forgetting the ferocity and cruelty ingrained in him. It was branded into him from the outside by owners, strangers, and competitors, but his ability to harness it and explode it back outwards was what kept him alive for all these years. Will he learn to do the same with the patience, understanding, and kindness you feed him or will his smiles only ever be to show off sharp teeth?

Doffy

I Love You So, I'll Eat You Whole (Request) NSFW

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“I told you, tesoro, I want you,” he responds, voice starting to tighten with his rising frustration and muscles coiling with his need to pounce and drag you out to get your angry farce over with already.

“What do you even mean? You already had me!” You scream at him, flinging closer in your wrath. “You had me and you didn’t give a shit; you sent me to die!”

Your fury and your closeness only made him smile wider and ease his posture. “No I didn’t. See-” even with those flamboyant glaces obscuring them you can feel the self-satisfaction oozing from his eyes roving over you, “you’re alive!” He actually has the gall to laugh at his comment. 

“Fuck you and fuck this,” you snarl out through gnashed teeth. As you whirl around, away from him, you yell with all the accusation, hurt, and contempt your shredding vocal cords could muster, “I gave you everything!”

“No,” he finally snaps back, all the dark cheer and playfulness sloughs off of him to reveal the pure wrath and greed beneath. “No you didn’t, tesoro”

This time you can’t escape his iron grip, and your own hatred flares at the realization that he was still toying with you earlier because he was simply letting you go. Nothing you’ve done has intimidated him, he still doesn’t take you seriously - this man you loved beyond the point of obsession has always and will always toy with you.

“Fuck you,” you spit again, too angry to think anything else. He drags you close so you see every detail of his responding sneer. You kick and claw at anything you can but he doesn’t budge an inch and neither does that awful look on his face. “The fuck does that even mean?! I loved you! I faced death for you! I have nothing else to give.” Pieces of defeat that you hate even more than the man trapping you creep into your voice in the end.

“You’re giving it to me now, tesoro,” Doffy coos mockingly, leaning to brush his cheek against your temple. You would’ve killed for this affection before, but now your skin itches under the weight of the condescending touch. Trying to cringe away from him doesn’t work so you lash out with a blind bite. It catches his cheek and the corner of his lip, just barely drawing blood before the pop of opening flesh has you spit him back out in revulsion. “Ahh that’s perfect, tesoro.”

“Fuck you,” you sob your mantra, part hate, part confusion, and a tiny piece of defeat. “I can’t give you any more”

“You can and you will!” He yells, throwing you on his obnoxiously large desk and slamming his hands beside your head in threat. The impact shakes the expensive hardwood and your body, reminding you yet again of the force of nature that entranced you in the first place. 

“I don’t hav-”

“Yes you do,” he screamed, snatching your face in one large hand and forcing you to see the raw fury and festering need twisting his expression. You’ve seen many outbursts from this man but never have you seen such ravenous rage consuming him. “You do. You gave me your love and your skills and your time and your devotion, but that’s not everything I want more.”

His large body feels hot as glowing coals as he lowers it over you, further trapping you between him and the unrelentingly cold and hard wood of his desk.

“I want your hate,” he growls, trailing his nose across your hairline in what you’re sure is a pantomime of real affection. “I want your fight and fury and violence.” His voice has softened but lost none of its fierceness, rushing out of him in a hiss instead of a roar. “I want you to kick and scream and claw at me, show me you loathe me almost as much as you worship me.”

Your confusion starts to wane and you begin to do exactly as he asks - writhing under him in search for an opening, pulling violently at his hair, clawing at his skin and clothes, turning to bite at the hand that has lifted to pet your cheek.

“When I have all of that I will have all of you.”

Law

A Warm Touch pt. 2 (undecided on NSFW)

TW for suicide, self harm, depression, messy discussions of mental health - but it will have a build in understanding and connection and a hopeful direction. Heavy heavy hurt/comfort on both sides. May have deleted pt 1 from tumblr but it should still be on Ao3

Summary:

Your attempt fails due to Law realizing how still you got and then the convulsions let him figure out what was happening. He jumped right into acting as the doctor he is, emptying your stomach and stabilizing you. He's glued to your side through your continued sleep, finally feeling the emotions come now that you're out of danger. He's filled with a disorienting cyclone of rage, guilt, fear, and grief. That storm is the second thing you notice when the world blurs back into being. The first thing you noticed is the shaky, clammy, too-tight grip on your hand.

In the wake of your desperate act, everything that's been left unsaid must be bled out for each other to see and the new hurt in both of you must be tended.

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"How could you?" Law whispers. The broken crack and warble wounding his usually smooth and deep voice dragged the dense pit in your chest deeper than you thought possible. It took with it all the words of comfort and apology you wanted to pour over him. You've held him together when he's crumbled before, but you were never the cause of his distress. There was pungent anger and hurt seeping from his every action. Seeing the consequences of your decision had you falter and wish your running had worked to spare you both - you would be spared facing his pain and Law would be spared your failure to make anything better.

"You were going to leave me," he whimpers. "You're not allowed to leave."

He curls forward under the weight of his next sob, bent head hovering over his clasped hands white-knuckling your own. You feel his stuttering gasps and the steady drip of hot tears on your tingling hands. His distress shoots panic through you great enough to overcome the fear of making it worse and the deeply rooted feeling that you're not worthy enough to touch him. A quiet sniffle of your own interrupting your otherwise silent tears is all Law hears before he feels the feather light tough of your cheek brushing the crown of his head. The way you slowly pillow that cheek into him is hesitant and jittery as frightened deer, but it's all he needed to surge forward and crush the two of you together in a desperate hug.

"How fucking could you?" He asks again, broken but insistent, shoving his face into your chest instinctually chasing your beating heart. All you can do is whimper back and try to cling back such that you'd never be able to part.

Lonely in Company (will include NSFW)

Might change the title to Degausser cuz that song fits the vibe too well and I can see Law listening to it lol that mf looks like a man who indulges in that type of emo music - very Midwestern Emo adjacent but they’ve got the the tri-state bitterness lol

Bullet notes for the first build, leaving the notes on the outcome and growing relationship and then more angst a secret rn lol:

No stranger to these types of feelings himself, though yours manifested without some of the bitterness directed at the world or individuals, it was all directed inward

Noticed it long before he acted on it, was waiting for you to seek him first (figured if you wanted his help you’d come get it, didn’t want to prod or force)

You were avoiding bringing it up to Law or showing him because you felt your woes were insignificant compared to his and that it would almost be insulting to come to him

He also isn’t the warmest of people either, so even though it would mean the most to receive comfort from him, you also expected it the least

He eventually realizes that he’s going to have to come to you first once your symptoms are far beyond his comfort zone

Being direct, he has a talk with you that ends up making you feel like more of a burden due to your headspace more than his intention, telling you things like he’s noticed your work has been faltering and you’ve been disappearing more and more and asks if there’s something you need done - switch of position, leave the crew, etc.

You apologize (he tries to wave it off but you don’t take that to heart) and downplay how you’ve been feeling and that you’ll take care of it

He’s worried but doesn’t press

He starts to be around you more often and in closer proximity than usual (not like being next to you but he never chooses to be across the room anymore and is within distance to engage with you or your activity if need be)

This hovering is coming from a place of worry but you think it’s worry that you’re slacking or going to mess up and not his actual worry for your well being

You finally open up some when he changes to asking you what you’re thinking instead of how you’re feeling. You take a moment to stare into his eyes and he hates how empty yours look. You ask, “do you ever feel lonely?” “...every day.” You switch back to watching nothing in the air in front of you. The pause is long enough for him to think you’re done with the conversation before you look back to him. “Would it… would it be okay if I was around, Captain?” “It would be nice.”

You start to spend your free time with him, each doing separate things but sharing space together. It doesn’t help much with your loneliness but it is a good stopper for your mind getting worse because you’re not in an empty space - you can see and hear him when your thoughts start spiraling instead of them amplifying the “fact” that no one wants you around.

One night you end up falling asleep in his office. He let you rest there until he was done, not wanting to lose your presence.

He wakes you with a hand on your knee and the other gently shaking your shoulder. He whispered your name so softly that it broke your heart with the yearning to hear that all the time and have it mean something

Similarly, Law was of seeing you sleep soundly as a normal occurrence, and being able to touch more of you, craving the affection more than sex (tho that is something he also wants)

Both of you are Touch Starved and move apart more slowly than was normal and both of you thought about it constantly until the next touch

Because of this, personal space starts to be shared (standing with arms brushing, leaning over shoulders, sitting with thighs touching) but using hands seems to be where you two falter

This goes on for awhile before Law decides to advance things, wanting to help your shared loneliness

Making it be about physical needs over emotional ones is easier for him to admit so he goes that route

You’re about to leave his office to head to bed but he stops you by telling you to wait a moment

You turn around to wait for whatever he has to say, watching him get up from his spot to go over to you. You are shocked however when he keeps walking right into your bubble and stalks forward while you back up until he has you trapped against the door

He was looking into your eyes the whole way and you have to look up when he stops so you can keep eye contact while he looms over you

He watches you intently, trailing two fingertips along your jaw from one ear down to your chin, when he passes that he turns his hand over to brush the back of it against the opposite cheek. The caress ends with your chin propped on his index finger, his thumb teasing your bottom lip back and forth. Both of you are caught in a trance the whole time, breathing soft and shallow for fear of breaking the moment.

“Are you still lonely?” “I… yes, Captain” “Me too” He swoops down to replace his thumb with his lips

The kiss is slow and savoring, but also tentative and shallow. He’s holding your shoulders and you’re standing stiff, again both of you afraid the other will bolt at any moment

He separates but is only able to let himself get far enough to breathe, your lips still tickling each other and being warmed by each other’s breaths. Both of you still have your eyes closed, fearing that opening them will wake you from this dream. You feel his lips when he asks, “Still?” You push through your nerves and the feeling that you’ll fuck this up somehow to reach for him. He shivers when he feels your fingers through his shirt as you take a fistful of it. You give it a nervous tug and say, “Yes.” He’s back on you, forceful and needy, pulling you into him like you’ll disappear

You begin sleeping with each other to feel less alone. It’s needy and passionate and over time it becomes more and more vulnerable. It’s not all you do (you keep up the quiet time), nor is he kicking you out once the deeds done but there’s an unspoken rule not to talk about What It Means

First Heat ft Shachi and Penguin (ABO) NSFW

Originally was gonna be Law's section of the ABO series but I couldn't resist adding Shachi and Penguin so it's probably best if it's its own thing.

Summary:

A supply run being pushed back has left you with no other choice but to have your first heat on the Polar Tang. You've been hiding your status for safety in the pirate life more than for fear of being kicked from the crew. Your life has left you with a healthy fear of alphas finding your status however so only three of the betas know - Shachi, Penguin, and Ikkaku. In order to avoid facing the reality of the situation, you've been putting off prepping for your heat, so when it begins to set in early from the stress Shachi and Penguin scramble to help hide and provide for you.

Law forces them to show him where they've been hiding you. Law quickly falls into being as out of his mind as you are when he enters the room you've holed up in. Shachi and Penguin enter too to try and encourage him out but Law will not be removed from you. They're stuck there with the both of you as you try to adjust to sharing your heat and the rut it's pulling from Law, creating a mess of dominance and desire between the four of you.

Malicious Compliance NSFW

Notes/Plans:

Law - “I want this place clean enough I could eat off the floor” Reader does an immaculate job and leaves him his favorite food but left on the middle of the floor, maybe with a note that says “I even made time to whip you up something”

Tells you to stop tying your jumpsuit around your hips (it distracts him), you move to your waist first then when thats not enough you fully cover and make sure to ask permission each time you need to take off your jumpsuit, including each time you’re going to change for bed, phrasing it as “permission to disrobe” to see him fluster

You’re one of the ones on supply run in town - law is focusing on specifically restocking the medical supplies so you ask if he wants you to grab him anything and he’s dismissive in waving you off, saying “don’t bother”. You give everyone in the crew a little something except him (he realizes that he did say he didn’t want anything but it still hurts). When he returns to his room that night he finds a bag hanging from his door with a thoughtful fandom gift and a note “doesn’t count - it wasn’t a bother”

He tells you not to spend so much time with Luffy’s crew on this next meetup lest they influence you so you spend the whole time with Luffy (“what you said his crew-“) and Law feels jealous at the more boisterous side of you Luffy can easily pull out that he just doesn’t have the right personality for and it’s only rubbed in by you happily picking up Luffy’s nickname for him. It feels like a taunt every time you use it. After a few days of you using it (you love the excuse to be more openly warm and teasing with him) he snaps at you that it’s not his name. You go through a few more iterations of not quite his name, landing on Cap as a disrespectful version of his title, before he snaps

“I’m gonna fuck you until the only thing you can say is my name”

“Now you know just a fraction of how insane you make me feel”

“You could tell how fucked I am for you couldn’t you? Thought it would be funny to play with me and my feelings?” “No-” “Then why? You poke and you prod and you tease as if I’m not already incapable of thinking of anything but you. You could just look at me and you’re the only thing that exists.”

“You think you’re so clever huh? Let’s fuck that smart mouth stupid”

Shanks

Drunken Courage NSFW

Snippet:

Drinking with Shanks and the crew is nothing new to you. While you are more of an explorer than a pirate, you have tagged along with them on many adventures. At first it was simply because your aims aligned and your skills mutually benefited each other. That driving force, along with a lot of fortunate coincidence, carried your relationship along for quite a while, until you found yourself keeping tabs on him and adjusting your path so it wouldn’t stray too far from his. You’re pretty sure you’ve done it gradually enough for it to not be noticed (though Beckmann seems to be onto you - nothing gets by that man), or at least it’s escaped Shanks’ notice because he’s yet to poke fun at it.

No, instead he’s playing his usual game of pretending three shots is deep enough into his drinking to get affected. If the tales from crew mates of his legendary tolerance weren’t enough to expose him, then his mediocre acting skills would be. You’d have to rat that out to your other favorite drinking buddy. He didn’t particularly like hearing about your red-headed pal, but a bitch-fest did get him giggling enough to turn as red as his nose.

Despite the fact that you and the entire crew knew of Shanks’ game, you all still go on letting him play it. What’s the harm? And all of you were curious as to where he’d go with it. You had some idea; you’d have to be legendarily dense to not notice that it was an excuse to share your personal space, but the further “why” escaped you. Why did he want your touch? He could be a fan of physical affection who didn’t feel comfortable coming right out with it to you. That in itself was strange. You knew he had no trouble engaging women with sweet talk and caresses to tempt them for more, so why were you different? Was he unsure because he wanted the touches to stay platonic or did he truly find you intimidating? You found that idea positively ridiculous - Shanks could bring a legion down with his willpower alone. 

One thing you were certain of was that he wanted your touch; he’d sprinkle himself on the others around but he’d glaze himself onto you, leaning and laying and resting and holding but just barely playing with the line of romantic touches. That circled you right back to the question of where he wanted it to go. 

You had nurtured too much affection for this man and his many layers to halt your relationship at ‘bedmates’. Months into your relationship you would have happily skipped into bed with him, back when you only saw him as a silly man with too much power for anyone who breezed so flippantly through life. The year after that had you watching that veneer become transparent and show more serious aims and opinions from him. It made you pick over how much of it was genuine and worry about why he would want you to be so disarmed by his outward nature. You settled on it being a purposeful choice on what part of himself to highlight and not a false identity to hide behind.

Once you were decided on that, it was over for you. You loved a man who could bring a calm joy to your life and Shanks had the added benefit of knowing exactly when you needed him to get serious. The few times your vulnerability had broken through, he had treated you with care and respect. The way he made you feel safe and cared for in those times melted you and had you irrevocably hooked. It made it easy to see why his crew followed him with such devotion, and you’re positive you’d do the same if he’d just ask it of you.

He wasn’t very great at asking these things of you though, if his drunken farce was anything to go by. 

He was sat with you on a small bench he had brought out to share while he had helped set up earlier. Using his talent to notice details, he set a thick woven blanket on the bench as a cushion, set a softer and thinner one within reach (on the opposite side of the fire so that it could be properly used as a barrier to the heat without already being warmed itself), and placed a small table on your side so you wouldn’t have to put yours on the floor if you tired of holding it. All were little gestures that had your heart skipping giddily since 

Beckman was the one who pointed for you to watch Shanks at work from your position on the top deck. You were unaware that Beckman was meant to be distracting you from his task - orders from Shanks himself. Beckman figured a little insubordination would be fine if it would finally get the fucking ball rolling. In an attempt to make sure it stayed rolling instead of crashing and burning, Beckman decided to offer a little advice.

“Don’t make too big a deal of it, he’ll scurry away.” There was a dry humor to his words but enough seriousness to you to know he meant it.

“As if I could scare that man,” you huffed. “Besides the drink and fire will draw him back if he does scuttle off.”

“You don’t scare him, but I’ll be damned if feelings don’t,” Beckman explained. “And before you argue with me - look.”

He jutted his chin back in Shanks’ direction just in time for you to see the careful way he was fussing with the blanket on your side. He would massage and nudge it slightly before testing it out and repeating. He got through that maybe four times before his face lit up with pride, showing that eye-crinkling, cheek-splitting, shiny-toothed smile that made you weak. There was a short moment before he joined the swirling crew to help with the rest where his face became achingly tender with affection while taking in the spot you would sit.

“Well maybe it’s more of a commitment fear. There are times even I can’t figure out the ridiculous parts of his brain,” Beckman sighed.

“That’s a shame ‘cause I had a ring picked out and everything,” you facetiously mourned. “Even started thinking of dress silhouettes. You think mermaid or a-line would fit him better?”

“Go ball gown; he’ll be insufferable if he gets to show off his figure,” Beckman warns seriously.

“He’s fun when he’s insufferable,” you giggled lovingly.

Beckman looked over to see your expression matching the one just seen on his captain and barely reigned in the urge to drag you to him and knock your heads together. He was very practiced in his restraint; this was the eighteenth time today alone that he had to exercise it. The crew all got their practice with it, but most found Shanks’ show too amusing to want to expedite the experience.

Lifetimes of Summer

Shanks is very tied to this song in my brain for some reason. I have lots of personal ties from a few happy memories in childhood to the imagery in the song too, so I feel I have to do something with it. This thing, as with many of these, has been marinating forever 💀🤡

Snippet:

I died happy in my sleep

He never thought he would make it this far. Given his lifestyle, he thought it would end early and abruptly, explosively and violently. Even when he held the power to make legions kneel at a look, death sat watching him in his periphery and he had long since accepted its inevitability. He wasn’t wrong about the certainty of its due payment, but he was very wrong about its patience. Death waited long for him, letting him build decades of life around adventure, adrenaline, leisure, and love. They wore into his body not like waves on crags but as hands on leather, getting softer and more perfectly fitted with each caress.

My children around and you looking down

As his body lay still, the decades came to him in hands. Hands large and strong, delicate and manicured, warm and cold and soft and cracked and loving - always loving. Hands grasped him and stretched before departure, wanting to hold on forever. A hand kept from him in a thick glove laid on his cheek, before disappearing and returning to share its calluses and wrinkles. Many more came to brush and pass over him, record him against their skin and speak feelings his ears could no longer hear. He marveled especially at the many hands smaller than his, most of which could have hid under his palm and one that could only manage to hold his finger. He yearned to know how the years would shape them, but easily let his last desire go when he remembered the hands he didn’t feel.

Now the time stands still

His eyes finally work again and the light is blinding. He squints against it, hoping other things will come in to fill the vast white. His other senses fill in before his eyes adjust - creaking wood and washing water reach his ears, familiar sea salt is in his nose and on his tongue, beaming heat is softened by a loving breeze on his skin. Large bright blurs dim and sharpen and the only one that registers anymore is the one that takes your form. His heart pounds harder with each detail that comes into clear focus, his favorite being your face, looking exactly as it did after first saying “I love you”. He’s forgotten to breathe - he needs to do that again? - and his legs waver under him, knees weak at seeing you again.

He gets you for nights and days, seasons come and gone, and each of time’s cycles, but all lacking the symptom of age.

And there they are, your hands, warm and gentle on his own. He stares into your wet eyes and shaking smile while he reacquaints to your skin. His grip settles around your wrists, searching for one last mark of certain life. A steady beat plays against his trembling fingertips and you both finally weep out your joy.

Young, Dumb, and Full of- NSFW

Summary:

Shanks’ 20s were treating him quite kindly. Despite only being halfway through them, he’s filled out his crew, traipsed most of the Grand Line and four seas, and made quite the name for himself. He’s sure that, if given another decade on the seas, he could secure his spot as a yonko.

His determination and travails haven’t kept him from wandering or indulging his whims. What kind of pirate would he be if he forgot the lessons Roger taught him and fell only into diligent avarice? He made sure that he and his loved ones indulged in life heartily as they sought their prizes and purpose. After all, a happy future won’t come at the cost of never enjoying the present.

And enjoy he did, finding adventure, treasure, acclaim, challenge, and a fix for every appetite. Though recently one appetite was left wanting. Not for a lack of trying, but Shanks bed felt empty. No body warming it not his skin felt quite right. Sure, he had fun and got a quick fix, but each one left him feeling slightly more hollow. The turn to this confused him, as he hasn’t come across this problem in his years of enjoying others. He’d be lying if he said there weren’t two who stood out above the rest in sating him. It was why that was the case that confounded him.

Luckily, he has Beckman there to help steer him towards his answer. They both shared a wide appetite for women, yet with such different approaches and results. There always seemed to be a true affection warming between Beckman and his partners that the sparking lust of Shanks' exploits didn't match. How he managed to kindle such embers, Shanks had no clue. Maybe some direction will help him finally sink his teeth into a real meal, the kind that left you warm and sleepy. And maybe if he's really lucky then he can get the platter that's had his mouth watering for awhile now; you.

Corazon

Little Something (undecided on NSFW)

Summary:

He's pretty sure that your heart belongs to another but he'll take any of your attention he can get. Besides, he started this purely aiming for your friendship and he cherishes it so deeply.

Mihawk

A Light in Dark Places (will include NSFW)

Summary:

Reader is an organ and piano technician restoring all the instruments in Kuraigana Castle. The largest project is the heavily damaged organ that used to be the crown jewel of the concert hall. Proximity love, as slow burn as I can manage, depressed reader, so much yearning, sharing a bed/semi-one bed trope, love is found in helping each other connect to living. Snippet of first chapter below.

Snippet:

“Little Mouse.”

A hollow metallic thunk rang loudly through the empty concert hall, announcing the warlord like a ceremonial gong.

“Son of a cunt! God fucking-” a flurry of expletives helped fill the grande room, tapering off in time with the pure tone of the struck pipe. 

Mihawk watched with masked amusement as you crawled out from the entrance to the innards of Kuraigana’s pipe organ. He did have some pity for the undoubtedly throbbing spot you held on the crown of your head; he wasn’t heartless. His shielded empathy was far from the list of traits he wanted his name to evoke, however. Along with that fact, that empathy did nothing to taint the entertainment he found from the size of your entryway; it was much more suited for five year olds than a fully grown adult. It made it wondrously impossible for anyone to enter and exit with anything other than ungainly fumbling at best. You were still on hands and knees when you first addressed your employer.

“Hello, Lord Dracule,” you huffed, mostly from exasperation at yourself for how well this interaction had started. You gave him a tired nod of your head, before turning and placing the nearby wood panel back to seal and disguise the entryway. You cursed the designer on each entry and exit; was the seam of a door so bad that they had to resort to this?

“I thought you’d heard my steps when I came in,” Mihawk stated with one minutely raised brow. He and his expression looked all the more imperious casting a shadow from so far above you.

You answered first with a good-natured laugh at your own expense. Brushing off the knees of your pleated trousers, you stood to feel at least a little more ready to address the lord of the castle. Re-rolling the cuffs of your long-rumpled button-up gave you a place to put your nervous energy while you made to straighten your spine and square your shoulders. 

“You know how I can get when I’m at work, my lord,” you spoke through an apologetic smile. You took a moment to rub your aching eyes before meeting his gaze again. “Nothing short of an invasion would’ve caught my attention.”

“Or a nickname apparently,” He drawled, feeling teasing but sounding condescending. He didn’t like the responding flinch in your smile. It was minuscule, but it was still there. His brow changed to furrow when he saw the light sway to your posture.

Nami

Enjoying the Enabling NSFW

Summary:

Ever since you've set eyes on Nami all you've wanted to do is spoil her rotten. Nothing beats the shine in her eyes when you hand her something or do something for her and she just looks so cute with that cheeky smile when she shows off her new treasures. The thank you kisses don't hurt either, though you dream of the day they wander from their spot on your cheek. All that daydreaming is having you miss how Nami likes her things best when she can share them with you, so she decides to see if you'll recognize your own love language better.

Cross Guild

Why's HE the Favorite? NSFW

Overview/outline:

Mihawk and Croc forcing Buggy to fuck you in front of them thinking it would be humiliating to him, but he gets off on it and it’s not humiliating at all because he knows very well how to please you. They get wrapped up in watching - Mihawk petting your hair and holding your hands, Croc making you suck on his fingers and playing with your ability to breathe, Croc using his hook to drag your thighs wider, Mihawk sucking dark marks into your neck. After your highs and how much the others enjoyed watching you, Buggy is flying high on rare confidence and offers to the others if they’d like to have a try making you feel that good.

Mihawk goes first, steady and meticulous, focused on keeping you present and feeling him everywhere, building a climax slowly. He's ardent in a way that's completely foreign to you, even the simplest caress brimming with underlying energy and passion. He has you completely surrounded, hands brushing and massaging every inch of skin they can reach, lips and tongue you both in slowly sharing taste and leaving loving trails over your face, eyes always coming back to soak in your every reaction and trap you to him. When your climax finally crests, it grips you from head to toe and you cling to him and call his name, but your hands and eyes still seek Buggy.

Croc goes next and works at getting you close over and over again only to laugh at your whining when he keeps you from cumming. The stretch also has you maddened and plays just right with your cervix, feeling beautifully overwhelming so you need Buggy to keep you comforted through it. Croc commands Buggy to choke you and when he finally lets you cum he tells Buggy to let go, you’re absolutely thrashing and crying for this one and near painfully gripping down on Croc. You beg him to cum - you want to feel full and focus on that instead of the overwhelming pleasure, you snuggling into his hand and begging him with teary eyes fucks him up and he cums. Buggy sends a hand to rub gently at your clit and that throws you over a final time. Mihawk is touching you gently the whole time and praising you. Croc is holding you possessively, unwilling to let go. You’re babbling “thank you”s swapping between grabbing at each of them, but it’s Buggy who you pull in to kiss and nuzzle.

The other two seek your affection - their true purpose for this encounter coming to light. Croc leaving kisses from your ankle up your calf and caressing your hips, gently rubbing the sore joints, Mihawk is entwining your free hand with his, pressing it lovingly to his face before kissing your fingertips and palm and wrist, you give little shows of appreciation to them, but your dopey smile and lovesick eyes always go back to your dear clown.

Sweet-Scented Secrets (Truth Potion Series)

A magical vendor you (sort of) trust sells you a perfume meant to make someone confess. Inspired by this vid where a dude is testing a perfume then just starts opening up about some out of pocket shit 💀 Character list is very fluid right now - will include the usual favs and fold in any that spark my interest or in the case anyone else is interested. Below is a good chunk from the intro/set-up.

Snippet:

You would’ve had to have been blind or willfully, stubbornly ignorant to see that woman and think anything other than “witch”. Feathers and beads were tied in her dark hair, swaying in time with her vertebrae earrings on each turn of her head to watch passersby. You kept your eyes to them as you approached her, feeling unsettled and intrigued by the strange decorations. Shortly after you began heading towards her, her face snapped to you and she zeroed in, making you feel like a rabbit stalled before a fox. When she stood from her seat and sashayed over to greet you in front of her stall, you realized she was barefoot, sporting wood and leather anklets instead of shoes. The music they beat with each of her steps and the open smile that warmed her face eased you just a bit.

“Hello, sweet thing,” she greeted, the cheery tone of her voice ringing out the pet name. “I can help you find just what you need. The coven and I have built a stock to aid any situation, including yours.”

As she leaned forward in a semblance of a bow, you noticed her large necklace of braided bramble (Thorns still on? you noticed incredulously) hung low, holding dried roses in front of her cleavage. The languid way it followed her matched the nature of the scant drapings of deep red and dirty beige fabric, which hung on her in the vague shape of a summer dress. She held out her suntanned arms, palms up to ask for your hands. Having her this close nearly made you step back; something unnatural lived in the air around her and her tawny eyes saw right through doors and walls and words and skin. Feeling hesitant, you continued to meet her gaze and only offered a mumbled greeting.

“Come now, let me have your hands,” she encouraged gently. “They’ll tell me what you need.”

“How are they supposed to do that?” you asked curtly. “And I usually like knowing someone’s name before hand-holding.”

“Call me Pythia,” she chimed immediately, still holding her bent posture and asking hands. “I don’t have the time to explain the hands. I promise I won’t keep them though.” She giggled at her own… joke? You were hoping that was a joke. You eyed the peeks of death behind her (articulated bugs here, bones there, jarred creatures, hides, blood-) that made all the pretty wares around them seem tainted.

Watching her laugh was the first time you noticed the knack her loving smile had for curling into something more impish, cluing you in that she knew something you didn’t. Despite this making her feel even more dangerous to interact with, you put your hands in hers.

“Thank you, lovely,” Pythia said, voice heavy with a gratefulness that didn’t seem to fit the moment to you. While she cradled your hands, you cautiously took in the many carved rings and bangles of stone, leather, metal, and bone that decorated her own.

That caution had rooted itself to you and was very stubbornly sticking to your feelings about her wares. Besides the perfume, you had purchased an herbal pouch to hang over your bed, meant to aid with ease and depth of sleep. The first night you noticed your mind was much calmer than its usual anxious whirring before bed. The second night you listened to the first of her instructions and took ten deep breaths through your nose against the sigil-embroidered pouch. Your sleep came mere minutes after taking in the floral and earthy scent. It had you decide to try out the full instructions, adding on asking the herbs for good rest, placing a gentle kiss to the sigil, and sealing it with a long press of your forehead to the marking. You slept like the dead.

The success had you brainstorming on how to make it back to her in a few months, as she had warned you that the effects will fade with use. It has only been three weeks since your first full ritual with the pouch and you can already feel it start to wane just a bit. You mourned this morning when the sun through your window had actually managed to rouse you from sleep. When you were grumpily blinking at the bright light, you had noticed the perfume bottle still sitting untouched next to the beaming light.

If the pouch worked then shouldn’t this?

ABO Series NSFW

You've been hiding your omega status but circumstance outs you to them. Sometimes it's your heat, sometimes their rut, but it always ends in you being overwhelmed with the need for each other.

Group 1

Buggy

Full heat

The small town that is the base for Buggy's Delivery is finally settled

You're long overdue for a heat, knowing you've been pushing your body by keeping so hard at the suppressants for so long

The heat would be hell, but it would be way worse if you kept this going until your body forced it on you anyway

You take finally staying in an established place, especially one that allows you far more privacy than a ship, as a sign that it's time to bite the bullet

Thinking Buggy was still too busy with running things (and largely waving other people off to take care of it for him), you just pulled back your presence and hunkered down to ride this out instead of trying to come up with a full excuse

Buggy was very much not too busy to notice your presence lacking in his days, and he noted it with increasing worry and frustration

Did he upset you? Were you disappointed in this whole business? Was he disappointing you?

That last thought scared him too deeply so it was quickly covered with 'how dare you just run off and ignore him like your time together meant nothing?!'

He storms to your corner of the hideout, primed and ready to scream you an earful. He pounds at your door to no response until knowing you're on the other side acting like he doesn't exist enrages him enough to kick the door in

He inhales to yell but deflates completely when he's hit with a wall of sweet and musky heat that somehow also smells deliciously like you and he almost can't believe it until he sets eyes on you and is struck with how you've put every single one of his fanatsies to shame with how you look

Croc

Pre-heat

You knew Croc kept a good eye on you but you underestimated him

You didn't underestimate his acumen, no you underestimated just how closely he watched you, missing that his eyes on you were absolutely obsessive

It does take a long while (longer than he'd like to admit) but he does find out why your status struck him as odd. Your act was good but he could in fact sniff out that it was an act

The moment he finds out that the act is hiding your omega status for fear of your safety (proof found when he finds out about your suppressants) he's setting a trap for you

He intercepts your suppressants and replaces them with sugar pills, enjoying his game as he watches you try to keep up your farce while your hormones trickle back in

He didn't think it possible but each compounding show of your born status has him needing you just that much more

That should've been his sign that this ploy could have him lose himself too, but he was too consumed with thinking of you to consider it

He thinks he has you right where he wants you when you begin to go into pre-heat, but when he's in front of you, he's the first one to become fully helpless to their instincts

Mihawk

Full rut

Trying to deal with his rut alone as he often does but he's in agony

He thinks of calling past rut partners but the thought of touching any of them is making his skin crawl

Slowly his instincts eat away at his higher decision making and he's leaving his rut room before he's even thought of getting up

He's propelled by his need, feet guiding him towards a promised relief that only takes the blurry shape of kind hands and intelligent eyes

A familiar scent manages to make him both relieved and starved at the same time

His eyes finally focus and see your face, frozen in shock and concern

With each step towards you, your scent begins to sweeten and musk and the panic in your face heightens but all he can think is of his need to touch, taste, feel, and own every inch of you

Shanks

Pre-rut

It's hitting him different than it usually does, heightening his aggression more than his lust

The lust is still there under the current but the way he can't detach it from you only has his temper quicken

He doesn't feel right propositioning you as you've become part of the crew and he also worries about hurting a beta with an aggressive rut

Your instincts however have been telling you to soothe and care for him despite his increasingly prickly demeanor and you keep searching for whats wrong until he finally snaps at you

With his uncharacteristically frayed patience in the wake of his body's turmoil, some of his conquerors haki slips into his command for you to just stop

It has you drop to your knees and in your hazy consciousness you begin to feel your body warm, propelled by the stress and a command from the alpha you've been yearning for

The moment he smells the heat on you he snatches you away for himself

Beckman

Pre-heat

You’ve been on suppressants too long so they begin failing

You’d been hovering around him as of late, a lil more touchy than you’d ever been

You’ve taken to wearing scent covering perfume

While it’s nice, he’s yearning for your scent again

You take a sudden 180 and he doesn’t see you for a day and a half

When he sees you again, you’ve hidden yourself in his sheets, curled around some shirts you’ve pulled from his laundry

You’ve got obvious patches on, cluing him in to the situation as if your obvious nesting and flush weren’t enough

You’re in your right mind just enough to convince him you do want this

One thing that helped convince him was the hovering behavior

Beckman is heavily interested and trying to hold himself back despite your scent not being out to influence him yet

That changes when you rip one of the patches off of your neck (“smell how much I need you”) and he’s immediately on you

Group 2

Luffy

Full Heat

You were separated on an island and ran out of suppressants

he finds you holed up in heat and it triggers his first real rut since he first presented

Luffy as an alpha never really reacted to omegas

Chopper knows you’re an omega and tries to only let those who wouldn’t be affected by your heat search for you and he wrongly includes Luffy in that group

Zoro

Pre-heat

he got you both trapped with a wrong turn in some ruins

normally you’d be making the decisions instead of him but your pre-heat is setting in

the increasing close proximity is just making it worse, enough that your scent starts to leak through your blocking underwear with the slick

Sanji

Pre-rut

Pre-rut brain has him snoop through your stuff

He wants your scent to get off and comfort him through his rut

He ends up finding patches and scent blocking underwear

Ace

Full Rut

he’s in the rut room on the ship and you’r sent in to check on him because he’s doing really awful

as the closest “beta” to him, you’re the smart choice except you’re fully an omega, who already struggles with their instincts around him

you figure an omega might help his rut calm down and Ace might keep your secret (especially if you offer the leverage of becoming his rut partner?)

Sabo

Pre-Rut

he’s gotten obsessive in his pre-rut, sticking to you like glue

He convinces you for some physical touch for comfort and finds your patches on your body

in his desperation he can’t keep from ripping them off and burying himself in your scent, nor can he stop his hips from rutting into you the whole process

He goes to mouthing at your glands immediately and begging to mate you

Koby

Pre-Heat

finds you because he’s checking in on your “rut”

you’ve been posing as an alpha, you find the role easy to play most of the time as you’ve become used to overcompensating for your status and you hoped it would help ease you up the ranks

He’s just one step above you in rank (something Helmeppo won’t let you forget) so he’s your captain both directly and in marine rank and feels the need to make sure you’re okay

when he goes to check in and you violently fly to the door to close it he gets worried but the broken voice you use to tell him to leave is what makes him do otherwise - he’s never heard you sound so pathetic and it had his instincts kick up in a need to protect you

he barges in despite your protests and the smell hits him like a ton a bricks, the sweet alpha gets aggressive with you for the first time (‘why won’t you just fucking let me take care of you for once”)

Group 3

Doffy

Full Heat

He's had you locked away for awhile, keeping you from your suppressants (unknowingly), when he checks on you again you’re already in heat

Cora

Pre-Rut

seeks you out because you’re his favorite and his brain is telling him you’re who he needs for his rut, he’s already pretty far gone but when it triggers your omega scent he’s gone

Law

Full heat

Thought you were leaving the crew for the Straw Hats (you were holing up with them for a heat)

Thinks you don't trust him because you've refused most medical attention from him yet you're fine with Chopper

The problem was that you're reactive to him and his recent rut had you burn through your supply of suppressants

Kid

Full Rut

You’re the ship doc and need to check on his rut because its going bAD and despite taking precautions and doing fine with all the other ruts it throws you right into a heat the moment he’s on you

Killer

Pre-Heat

you got real injured in a reckless fight the crew got in, docs been keeping your secret but Killer finds out when he’s checking on you

Group 4

Aiming to contain Katakuri, Lucci, Garp, Roger, and Rayleigh

Thank you if you've made it this far cuz damn lol

If you like any of these snips enough to read them again I’d suggest saving them, lest my propensity to delete my posts make them disappear. Honestly if you like any of my fics enough for another read I’d suggest saving them what with the long struggled debate of nuking my presence becoming a more and more tempting idea - to let like a percent of the Edge out, a bitch is disgraced with her own existence and proof of my failing at it sucks to see 💀 thus ~delete~ inclination lol sorry for the Hot Topic Moment, I hope you managed to enjoy!

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AND LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT'S... SUNDAY MORNING — JAKE GYLLENHAAL

summary: after all the costumes & wigs, the cue cards & laughing fits.. you finally get some time with your man on this eventful saturday night. technically it's sunday, but details.

warnings: reader is gender neutral! fluff & smut (hickeys, marking, groping, handjob). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 1340

gif credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: is neck kink a thing or am i just a vampire in denial? judging by my obsession with mentioning jake's bulging veins, i'm voting for the latter. thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"I thought the party would never end." You let out a long, heartfelt, sigh of relief. You wanted to crash on the couch and enjoy some downtime after this hectic day, but you knew that you would fall asleep the second your body would get in contact with something comfortable.

"How many times did we try to excuse ourselves? I lost count after like twelve." Jake gave you a hand to lean on while you removed your shoes. The cold floors relaxed your sore feet. "Thought we'd be stuck in there forever."

"It's your third time hosting, shouldn't you be used to it?"

"Eh, maybe... I think I'm just too old for that." You both laughed.

You were too tired to point out all of the things he was most definitely not too old to do. That list would have made partying and cracking jokes left and right look pretty easy in comparison.

Jake made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water, you stole a few sips from it. The two of you exchanged a knowing look, an agreement to discuss the events of Saturday Night Live at a different time, when neither of you would be exhausted and all talked out.

Instead, you walked towards Jake and hugged him from behind. You turned your head to look out the window and enjoy the sunrise while he slowly swayed from side to side.

"Hey," you hummed, letting him know he caught your attention. "Thank you for being there this week."

You helped as much as you could so that he could focus on the week-long preparation. You even got to rehearse one of the promotional videos with him in his dressing room. Your arms tightened around his body, a silent way to tell him you had just as much fun as he did.

After a while, and several contagious yawns, Jake turned in your arms to face you. You both adjusted your positions so that his hands landed on your back while you wrapped your arms around his neck. This kitchen slow dance lasted a little longer, until Jake decided to end it by kissing your forehead, your nose and, finally, your lips.

A kiss that quickly deepened, both of you happily melting in this loving embrace after several hours that deprived you of some quiet quality time.

Jake's tongue teased your lips, craving more. Soon enough, what started as a sweet peck on the lips turned into passionate making out that pulled whimpers and moans out of the two of you. Once again, Jake took the initiative to break the kiss and rested his forehead against you. "Missed you so much, babe."

"I missed you too." You answered, sharing a breath. You trailed kisses from the corner of his mouth to his cheek all the way to his earlobe that you nibbled on.

"I can see that." A smirk started to spread on his thin lips, he let out soft noises that encouraged you to keep going.

He did not even stop you when you kissed along his defined jawline. Even more surprising, he let you move down to his neck that you covered with open mouthed kisses. You suddenly stopped everything you were doing.

"What's wrong?" Concerned, Jake pulled back with a frown on his face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay." You nodded and smiled, hoping it was enough to reassure him. If not, your next questions would lighten the mood again. "When do you have to work again?"

He tilted his head, confused. "In a long time." Jake squinted and switched between looking into your eyes and glancing down at your lips that you were biting on. He started to catch your drift, his worries faded as quick as they appeared.

"How long?"

"Long enough."

Without losing any more time, your lips were all over his neck. You switched from side to side, giving more attention to his bopping Adam's apple while you kissed every inch of skin that you could reach. You focused on a specific spot, your lips moulding around his bulging jugular vein. You started to suck on it.

Jake moaned and loud. So often, too often, you were forbidden from leaving marks on visible parts of his body. That still left you with quite the canvas to paint. The problem was that, with a neck as delicious looking as Jake's, it became next to impossible at times to leave it untouched.

You detached your mouth from his skin and admired your work, a dark red mark already bloomed. It was beautiful, but you wanted more.

Jake's head lolled to the back, giving you access to what you so desperately needed.

You had one hand on the other side of his neck, holding him in place while you added more hickeys on his skin Your other hand travelled underneath the layers of clothes. Your fingertips gently brushed over his warm stomach before you scratched the surface with your nails.

"Thought you were tired?" Jake interrupted your moment.

"Yeah, well..." The hand that was on his stomach fell further down and squeezed the hardening bulge in his pants. "I thought you were tired too." You replied with an arched brow.

Jake's lips met yours in another heated kiss. His hands groped mainly your your ass and whatever part of your body he could reach to press you closer against his own.

This makeout session, between his mouth and his neck, lasted until the kitchen was invaded with morning light. "Wanna take this to the bedroom?" You offered in between kisses that left you panting.

"I'd rather take a quick shower first." Another kiss that he ended by biting and pulling on your bottom lip. "You're joining me." It was not an invitation, he knew you would not decline it anyway.

You led the two of you towards the bathroom, not without stumbling on walls and furniture on the way. You kept begging Jake for just "one more, one more mark and then I'm done, I swear just a small one" and he did not even try to stop you.

You lost no time and hurried to undress your man, once you made it into the bathroom and found the light switch after laughing in the dark while hitting every possible spots on the wall. You pressed him against the counter of the vanity, pulling his pants just low enough to take his cock in your hand.

"I knew you'd be turned on watching me in that Snake Eyes skit. Was it the beard?" Making you laugh was more rewarding than doing it in front of an entire audience. Jake's joke barely had time to land before you started to stroke him, replacing his words with grunts.

"Damn right, you looked so hot. If looks could kill, I'd be dead too." You helped him to take off his cardigan and then to pull his white shirt over his head. You discarded the clothes on the floor. Quickly, your lips peppered kisses along the cold metal of his chain until you could catch a glimpse of Jake in the mirror.

Jake's neck was covered in pink, red, purple and blue. There were bruises and teeth marks all over him.

With his chest rising and falling from his heavy breathing, caused by your hand that stroked his cock faster, you admired the painting before your eyes like it was the prettiest watercolour. "You look so good."

Jake's hands travelled to his neck and touched the bruises, one after the other. He winced, his lips curling up from the stinging sensation. "I hope they last for a long time."

"I hope so too," you kissed the spot where his shoulder met his neck. "Or else I'll just have to give you more hickeys."

"Oh no, that's so sad." You spoke together, imitating the funny singing voice he did earlier during his episode of Saturday Night. You laughed until both of you were naked and ready for this shower that promised to be very steamy.

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bitch!

A Rafe Cameron Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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Summary: Reader has been a no-good, money-hungry mean girl her whole life, but after moving to the city & being humbled by the impracticality of it all, she runs into an old face who is willing to provide her what she longs for most... that is if she is willing to give herself first.

            Living in the city wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. You were eager to move away from your hometown & embark on your first solo adventure. It wasn’t like there was really anything keeping you anyway. Your relationship with your parents was tumultuous, having been practically raised by the housemaid your whole life. And you had no true friends that would shed a tear about you leaving.

            At one point in your high school career, you thought the world was in your hands, but it wasn’t until graduating & realizing that you had no idea what you even wanted to do with your life that your world shrunk. You had been a mean girl in school, the stereotypical kind who only had people that surrounded you because of your money & looks. To you, that was everything. But when your senior year drew to a close, & your ‘friends’ began to stray, excited about their own college dreams & growing up & being independent, you learned quite harshly that your bad attitude only landed you in more loneliness.

            Now, you weren’t ignorant enough to believe that it wasn’t well-deserved, after all, you were quite the bully, but it still came as a surprise to you that once summer began you couldn’t keep your posse under thumb. They were becoming their own people.

            So, you thought to yourself that you’d show them. Show them that you could do better, be better, & not in the means of bettering your character, but your livelihood. You thought moving to a big city, like most small town teens dreamed about, would be the first step in outshining your former classmates. Your parents cared little about what you wanted to do, so it was easy enough to find an apartment in the city to your tastes. But once you were there, you had no clue what to do next.

            You tried applying to the local universities, wanting to earn yourself a distinguished degree that would certainly secure you a lavish future. But your applications were all denied. Apparently, not everything you wanted would drop into your lap. You were a straight B student in high school with no electives or real skills to show that you were worth a submission to any university, at least the ones with a reputation they cared to keep. And applying for scholarships proved much the same, your parents making way too much to qualify you for any admittance.

            So, with getting an education out of the question, even for a spoiled, snobby rich girl like yourself, you thought ‘what would be even greater than a degree’. Your answer? Fame.

            But in a city full of dreamers, the competition was fierce. You took some acting classes, thinking you, of course, would be a shoe in for the lifestyle, but you weren’t the only entitled pretty girl who had what it took to knock people out of your way. Any potential friends you could have made was quickly tarnished by the equally devious young women you competed against for small roles in television or film, all of you vying for your big break. After a couple months of many auditions with no call-backs & your competition spreading nasty rumors about you throughout the tough industry, you surprised even yourself when you called it quits.

            So the road to fame wasn’t your road to take. So what? You were never one to really give up on the luxurious plans you dreamt for yourself. But to get there, you had to resort to the path your mother once took that eventually landed her your wealthy father. You became a sugar baby.

            It was fun at first, ego-filling even—as if you really needed any more of that—but soon enough the novelty of it wore off. Yes, the men were more than happy to give you money & materialistic gifts as long as you were their date for a night or two, but it was you who failed to fill satisfied. After a year of being the sugar baby for a handful of men, you decided that you wanted a real relationship, even if it was just for the money & lavish lifestyle. But you refused to entertain those thoughts with any of the handy, elder men you babied for.

            What you wanted next was a wealthy young man with the world in his hands, much like how you held it when you were younger. But how to put yourself in their target path was a difficult one. You began with the dating apps, but those only proved to be catfishes or men who invested their money, not filled their wallets with it. Then you tried the up-scale clubs on the finer side of town where you lived. However, the men you met there, while young & rich & handsome, were proud bachelor’s & couldn’t be tied down. Every path you took to upkeep your lifestyle continued to prove to be a dead end.

            It wasn’t that your parents weren’t giving you an allowance, they were. A check came every month but it was only enough to really cover your rent, which was rather expensive. Everything else was up to you. So after a year of living in the city & you failed to get into school, failed to kick start a career in the entertainment industry, & failed to get a man to support your tastes, you swallowed your pride & got a job.

            Fortunately it was a nice job, meaning the reputation & vibe of the place would have been a place even you would visit. The position you secured was as a server. It was for a rooftop restaurant & bar that had regular clientele, a majority of them cut from the same cloth as you. In your first week, you then realized that you had been granted an opportunity. As long as you worked hard & pulled your weight in the fast-paced position, you were sure your pocket-full prince charming would come & whisk you away.

            Of course, you weren’t ignorant to what that made you out to be. After all, there was a special term for women similar to you: gold digger. But gold digger’s came from nothing. You didn’t. You just didn’t want it to be from your parents any longer.

            It was a slow night at your work, a Sunday night to be exact. It was 9:30 at night & the restaurant would close at 10. You were in the middle of polishing some silverware at a booth in the corner when one of the bartender’s whistled at you, stealing your attention.

            You made a face, clearly annoyed that they whistled instead of walked over, but they nodded their head in the direction of a table near the windows. A single man sat by himself, waiting to be waited on.

            “Seriously?” You mumbled under your breath, knowing the restaurant closed in 30 minutes. If he ordered food, the kitchen was going to be pissed off & it was going to be closed in 30 minutes. If he ordered food, the kitchen was going to be pissed off & it was going to be you they took it out on.

            Swallowing your annoyance, you stood up, rubbing out the wrinkles of your black waist-apron & black blouse before crossing the restaurant to the lone man.

            As you grew closer, he glanced up, having sensed your approach, but you very subtly paused in your step, recognizing those eyes & that face.

            Great. You reeled internally. This was going to be humiliating.

            “Good evening,” You greeted, faking your sweetest smile, “can I get you started with a glass of wine? I recommend—”

            “A beer would be fine.” He smirked up at you, “Whatever’s on top.”

            You pressed your lips together, suppressing your irritation, “Right away.”

            Spinning on your heel, you went up to the bar to lean over the fine wood & place your order with the bartender. As the bartender began to fill a glass, he spoke to you over his shoulder, “You alright?”

            Despite working there for some time, you never made any friends among your coworkers. You were known as ‘that girl’, or in more obvious terms ‘that bitch’.

            “Yes.” You replied tersely, not wanting to entertain a conversation when you were already on edge.

            The bartender placed a 20 oz beer on the bar near your hand, “Just askin’. You looked like you were dreading talking to the guy.”

            “Just someone I used to know.” You muttered, a lilt on the edge of your tone.

            “Yeah? How’s that?”

            Snatching the beer, you gave your coworker a sneer of a smile, “None of your business.”

            Walking away with the beer, you were sure to flick your hair over your shoulder.

            It was true, though. The man who sat waiting for his beer was someone you used to know. His name was Rafe Cameron, & he was from your hometown. If you were the queen of the hallways in your high school, Rafe Cameron was king. You two weren’t exactly friends, or even close for that matter, but you ran the same circle & attended the same parties & did plenty of coke together. But you knew very little about him otherwise.

            “Your beer.” You announced, placing it on the table before him, “Have you decided on what you want to eat?”

            “Sirloin. 8oz. Medium-rare.” He replied coolly & cockily, a trademark of his he you knew well.

            Yup, the cooks were gonna eat you alive.

            “Alrighty.” Turning away from him, you crossed to the far end of the bar where your POS system was & punched in the order. As you heard the ticket machine in the kitchen behind the bar chitter out, you also didn’t miss the groans of the cooks.

            “Fucking kidding me?” A voice sounded. You rolled your eyes. It’s not like it was your fault you had to do your job.

            Returning back to Rafe’s table, you placed down a steak knife before telling him his food would be out in ten minutes. But just as you were about to depart to go back to polishing silverware, Rafe’s voice halted you.

            “So, this is what you’re doing now, huh?” He commented, that familiar judgmental drawl in his voice.

            You paused to turn & face him, “Yup. Living the life.”

            Of course, you couldn’t show your own dissatisfaction, having a spine to up-keep in the face of old acquaintances, but you knew as well as Rafe did that people like the two of you could always see through other’s bullshit.

            “I gotta say, I’m surprised. Never expected _____ _____, of all people, to wait on others. It’s not in our blood. But I guess I forget about where your mom comes from.”

            The insult was apparent. You narrowed your eyes, “And you’re still an asshole that gets a hard on from bullying others. Shocker.”

            Rafe smirked at that, leaning forward so his elbows were on the table as he peered up at you, “Wasn’t so long ago you were bullying them alongside me.”

            “Things change.” You lied through your teeth.

            “I doubt that.”

            Rolling your eyes, completely done with the conversation & dick measuring contest, you marched away. As you continued polishing the silverware, you felt Rafe’s eyes on you from across the restaurant. You made it apparent that you would not be indulging in a stare-off as you shifted your head so your hair blocked him in your peripheral. But after a few minutes, you heard the familiar dinging of a bell emanating from the kitchen, alerting you to food being ready.

            Still ignoring Rafe’s trailing of you, you marched to the kitchen window behind the bar & began gathering the plate & side. The head cook glared at you through the gap in the wall, “Mind not accepting more orders? We’re nearly finished back here.”

            You puckered your lower lip, feigning sympathy, “No promises, customer looks hungry so I think I’ll drop a dessert menu at his table.”

            You grinned wryly to yourself as you walked away, the bitching & insults of the cooks fading behind you.

            Back at Rafe’s table, you avoided his eyes as you set his meal down, “Enjoy your meal.”

            “When are you off?” His question took you by surprise. You were quick to hide your shock with a firm response, “When I feel like it.”

            You were about to walk away but a hand reached out & snagged your wrist, “Want to get a drink later?”

            Ripping your arm from his grip, you sneered down at him, “I’d rather drink bleach.”

            Walking away from him, you gathered the polished silverware from your booth in the corner & took them to the kitchen. The cooks grumbled & glared as you entered the back but you ignored them. Your shift ended at 10 & the clock on the wall read 9:48. It wouldn’t be the first time you clocked-out early, & you knew you’d get another talk to about doing so, but you didn’t care. You had dealt with enough assholes for one day.

            Surpassing the kitchen to a back hallway, you entered the women’s locker room. At your locker, you swung it open & begin pulling out your clothes. After changing & putting your uniform back in the locker, you put on your jacket & hung your purse over your shoulder. By the time you left the locker room, the cooks had cleared out from the kitchen. You re-entered the main part of the restaurant, intending on clocking out without saying another word to Rafe. You’d get your tip from serving him in the morning. But as you unwillingly peered in his direction, his table was empty.

            “Where’s…?”

            The bartender followed your line of sight, shrugging, “He wanted a box. Paid then left.”

            “Oh.” You breathed out, evidently relieved you wouldn’t have to see or hear from him.

            “Here.” The bartender handed you the familiar black plastic plate that held a receipt.

            Rafe’s payment.

            You accepted the plate & approached the POS system. You were pulling up his tab, preparing to enter the tip he left when you only realized just then that he had left none. Instead, on the tip line where you at least expected to see a 20% tip, was just a frowny face.

            “Asshole!” You slammed the plastic plate down.

            “What’s wrong?” The bartender asked from a few feet away.

            Turning your glare onto him, you just shook your head, “Nothing.”

            He raised his brows in disbelief but didn’t question further.

            Tossing the receipt into a nearby trash, you angrily clocked out, waving your hand in dismissal as the bartender threw you a parting greeting. In the elevator, you felt your foot tapping irritably.

            That fucking prick. You grumbled internally.

            Once the elevator doors opened on the ground floor of the building, you stomped out, pulling your jacket tighter against you as you approached the main doors. It was late autumn & the weather was wicked outside. Fortunately, it was only two blocks to your apartment building, so you wouldn’t be in the heavy, chilly rain for long.

            But just as you exited the building, your chin tucked into your chest, you heard your name being called. Pausing on the street & peering through the rainwater that had collected in your eyes, you spotted a sleek black Mercedes idling beside you in the street. Rafe Cameron sat behind the wheel.

            “How ‘bout that drink?”

            With his lack of a tip on top of you’re already bad mood, you stomped forward to lean into his passenger window, his untouched leftovers in the passenger seat.

            “How ‘bout you take that steak & choke on it!” You sneered.

            But Rafe only chuckled amusingly at that, “Still as fiery as ever.”

            Tearing yourself away from his car, you began to walk away, but the light hum of a car’s engine continued to follow.

            “Oh, c’mon. I was only giving you a hard time! I’ll still give you a tip.”

            “Fuck you.” You hollered back through the rain, no longer interested in his tip.

            “Well, that’s one way to tip, I’ll admit, just didn’t think it was how you preferred getting paid.”

            His suggestive retort was not lost on you. But you refused to react. It’s what he wanted.

            “C’mon!” Rafe laughed jovially from the warm & dry confines of his car, “I was just kidding! Hey, how ‘bout this?”

            You rolled your eyes, wishing more than anything he’d pop a tire or run out of gas, but no such things ever happened.

            “You come have a drink with me, & I’ll give you your well-deserved tip.”

            You shook your head, smiling unimpressively to yourself.

            “No?” Rafe called out, “How ‘bout $500?”

            Now that, that made you stop in your tracks. You finally looked at him, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

            He only smiled charmingly.

            “What’s the catch?” You questioned, not wanting to fully reveal that your time could indeed be bought for a measly $500, but it would give you means to go out & shop on your next day off, something you hadn’t done in quite some time.

            “No catch.” Rafe shrugged, “Just the pleasure of your company & catching up with an old friend.”

            “’Friend’ is a generous term.” You commented sucking your lip in between your teeth in contemplation.

            “Interested or not?”

            You sighed. He couldn’t have all the power, you couldn’t give in so easily.

            “Make it $1000 & you have yourself a deal.”

            Rafe scoffed at that but his grin only grew wider, “Thinking highly of yourself still, I see.”

            You stepped forward, your arms crossed over your chest, “Interested or not?” You repeated his question with ten times the attitude.

            A tense, challenging stare-off occurred as Rafe eyed you deep in thought. Then, just when you thought he would back out of the deal & you’d lose yourself $500, he moved his leftovers from the passenger seat to the back seat.

            “Hop in.”

            A winning smile appeared on your face.

            One drink quickly turned into two. Then three. Then four, & after that you stopped keeping count, too inebriated to do so. Your bitchy & sassy attitude disappearing with every sip until all that was left was a sad & lonesome young woman.

            Rafe insisted on driving you home & you didn’t have the energy to argue. Besides, you were so drunk that you were regrettably dependent on him to get you home, not nearly sober enough to trust yourself to get the job done.

            He found a convenient spot in front of your building & you were forced to lean into him as he helped you into the lobby of your building. At that point you had trusted in your own abilities to get yourself the rest of the way up to your apartment but said nothing as Rafe helped you into the elevator before pressing a button for the 12th floor. You drunkenly frowned at that, not remembering having told him what floor you lived on. But the thought came & went & before you knew it your floor had arrived.

            Rafe carried you against him as he led the way to your door without asking which one was yours. Another red flag raised in your mind but you shook it away. You must’ve said something at point in your alcohol-riddled brain. You leaned against the wall, reaching into your purse to fetch your keys but Rafe snagged the bag away from you, seeking them out himself. You peered at him through blurry vision as he sunk the keys into your door & swung it open.

            Your apartment was a studio but luxurious enough to your tastes. As you stumbled forward into the kitchen, desperate for some water, you vaguely heard as Rafe closed the door behind the two of you, locking it.

            His presence was no longer necessary but you didn’t trust yourself to say anything, knowing your speech would be embarrassingly slurred.

            As you filled a glass with water from the sink, you felt a shadow appear behind you before a pair of hands found themselves on your hips & a warm set of lip began kissing along the side of your neck.

            Your eyes widened at the unexpected come-on. As best as you could, you slithered out of Rafe’s grasp, subtly pushing him away. You placed the glass on the counter & glared at him.

            “What are you… what are you doing?”

            Rafe chuckled lightly at that, reaching for the top of your jacket & shoving it off you, “Getting my money’s worth.”

            You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that his warm body pressed against yours & how his feather-light kisses going across your collarbone felt sinfully good, but it was his comment that forced you to shove him back harder.

            “Speaking of,” you stabilized yourself against the counter, “pay up.”

            Rafe sighed but reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, revealing a wad of cash before tossing it onto the counter.

            The sound of the money slapping against your granite countertop was music to your ears. And it was all because you had a drink with a face from the past. You reached for the wad, intending on counting it but Rafe’s body pressed against your own once more, his hands deftly reaching for the hem of your crop top.

            “Stop.” You grumbled, wriggling in his grip, your only care at that moment being for the money.

            “It’s all there.” He said lowly, his lips kissing along your jawline.

            “Ugh.” You made a sound of disgust when his tongue darted out to graze against the corner of your mouth.

            Alright, enough was enough.

            Using what little strength you had left, you shoved Rafe again, though this time much harder. He stumbled backwards & into your fridge, shaking the grocery objects on top of it.

            “The fuck is your problem?” He growled in disbelief.

            “I’m not a fucking whore.” You spit out, glaring hotly at him, “You said it was for a drink, I had a drink. You can leave now.”

            Rafe’s eyes darkened at that as he stared at you. He pursed his lips then in irritation before reaching into his jacket once more. He produced another wad of money.

            “Another $1000, that enough?”

            You felt your heart quicken at what he was suggesting.

            “No.” You responded as a pulsing started in your head. Damnit, you shouldn’t have drank as much as you had. “You couldn’t pay me enough to sleep with the likes of you.”

            “The likes of me?” His brows raised in mild shock. “You mean someone with money? Isn’t that what you’re after? Someone to support your lifestyle?”

            Well, yes, but you wouldn’t admit that to him of all people. And even if you had, you wouldn’t choose Rafe fucking Cameron to be your provider. It had occurred to you once before that you could always return home & seduce someone from the island, much like your mother had, but you wanted better than that. And Rafe Cameron was not better.

            “Keep your money.” You snarled, “Now leave.”

            Rafe bit his lip at that, shaking his head knowingly, “You & I both know I didn’t pay you $1000 for a fucking drink. I want one thing from you & you’re going to give it to me.”

            His confession had your stomach twisting into knots, but you couldn’t show your fear or discomfort.

            “No. A deal’s a deal. If you wanted more you should’ve been clearer.”

            Rafe scoffed at that, “I offered you another grand & you spit in my face.”

            “Like I said,” you glowered, “I’m not a whore.”

            “Please, _____.” Rafe’s tone shifted as if he was explaining a complex concept to a child, “It runs in your blood.”

            Boiling over with anger & motivated by the alcohol coursing your veins, you snatched his $1000 off the counter & threw it at him, “Then taking your fucking money.”

            His face darkened as the wad of cash hit him square in the chest before dropping to the ground, $100 dollar bills littering your kitchen floor.

            “I don’t want my money.” His eyes glared into your own, “I want you on your fucking back.”

            Before you could react, Rafe closed the distance between the two of you, catching you by the throat as he dragged you from the kitchen to your bed nestled in a corner at the farthest end of your studio.

            You landed on top of your bed with a resounding ‘oomph’ before Rafe shrugged his jacket off & climbed on top of you.

            “Fucking stop it!” You raised your voice, your hands reaching blindly out to resist against him.

            “Ya know, I was always curious about you in high school.” Rafe began as he wrestled with your raised arms, “Such a spoiled brat that had nothing to offer. I thought there had to be more to you, something that wasn’t predictable but I guess I was wrong. You’re just like your whore mother, thinking you’re just as upper-class as the rest of us, but you’re not. You’re a fucking phony. All you want is a man with money to take care of you.”

            You couldn’t help the whimpers that came from you as Rafe fought with you to get your jeans off.

            “I don’t need anyone!” You hollered.

            “Oh, yes you do.” Rafe retorted harshly, “I’ve been watching you for a month now, having spotted you working that pitiful job of yours when I was there on a date. And I saw in you what your father saw in your mother. A poor little thing desperate for the finer things in life. Laughing & flirting your way into better tips & potentially a man. It was so obvious, so pathetic.”

            He had been watching you. The admittance scared you more than you liked to admit.

            “So, I figured ‘why not me’? At least for a while. Get my kicks in while you thought naively to yourself that I would supplement your tastes for however long. All I wanted was a taste, a way to knock you down a bit, but no, you even had the balls to reject me.”

            A shudder parted your lips as you felt your jeans get ripped completely off you before Rafe began reaching for his own, his hand pressing against the center of your chest, holding you securely against your plush mattress.

            “Me?” Rafe laughed maniacally, “I’m not even good enough for you?”

            Reluctant tears forced their way out as your heart raced. This was really happening.

            “You’re such a fucking….” Rafe paused to glare down at you with evident contempt, “bitch!”

            A shrill scream tore from your throat but Rafe covered your mouth with his hand as he nestled himself between your legs. He didn’t even bother removing your underwear, just tugged them to the side, the elastic of them digging into the sensitive skin there as he forced his cock against your entrance.

            You beat your fists against his back but it had no effect. And before you knew it, a white hot pain flashed before your eyes as Rafe tore into you, your hymen ripping in the process.

            Rafe released a tense groan as he stilled above you, realization coming over him as he felt your untouched cunt fill with blood around him.

            “Wow.” He breathed in mild surprise, “I’m honored.”

            You kept crying, whimpering under his hand as he began to thrust, his movements harsh & painful against your pulsing center. Your walls were dry & burned with every stretch as he made himself a home within you.

            He leaned down then, his lips hot against your skin as he kissed, licked, & nipped along your shoulder. Your vision blurred from the tears as you could only lie there & take it as he fucked you against your will.

            You never had any idealized fantasies about when you would first have sex, not one of those foolish young girls who dreamt about saving themselves for ‘the right one’, but you did want to at least save your first time to be with someone who would be your end all. The idea of giving it to just anyone never sat well with you, even if it was what your mother had done for years before landing your father. And you loathed being anything like her, even if you knew deep down that you were exactly like her.

            Rafe’s groans filled the studio space of your apartment & you desperately sought out anything else to distract yourself from the reality of your situation. Your eyes blinked through tears as you finally eyed the window above your bed. It was still raining outside but it had lightened at that point. Droplets dribbled down the pane of the glass. Your eyes would latch onto one, watching as it disappeared near the bottom before finding another, repeating the habit.

            It felt like you were watching rain beat lightly against your window for hours before Rafe finally came. He fisted his hands in your hair, earning you a silent gasp as your body pulsed from his rough ministrations. He shuddered on top of you before collapsing against you.

            You shook beneath him, licking at your dry parted lips, willing yourself to fall into a deep sleep & forget any of it had ever happened. But just as you felt your consciousness begin to sleep from exhaustion, Rafe chuckled against your neck.

            “That was…something.” He pushed him upwards, your legs immediately pressing against one another the second he stood from the bed.

            He gathered his jacket from the floor & put it back on, eyeing you in the dimly lit interior of your apartment as you stared unfeelingly at your ceiling.

            A soft thud sounded by your head & you blinked, eyeing whatever was just thrown beside you. The second wad of $1000.

            “Worth every penny.” Rafe commented, but followed it with salt for your literal open wound, “Though I’ve had better.”

            You winced.

            Sighing to himself, he stared out your window for some time before finally looking back at your used & abused form lying still on your bed.

            “I already know you won’t run crying to mommy & daddy, let alone the cops, but just know that if you do, I’ve got more money where that came from. Much more. And you don’t want to be the sad little thing that cried ‘rape’ just to have it brushed under the carpet, do you?”

            Rafe caught your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He feigned concern, “That would just be embarrassing.”

            With what little energy you had left, you yanked your head from his grip, turning your back on him as you curled into a fetal position.

            “Hmm.” Rafe exhaled heavily, his eyes burning into the center of your back, “Well, thanks for your time, _____. We should do it again soon.”

            The possibility made you nauseous.

            “After all, I know where you work. And live.” There was a devilish lilt to his tone, “So, don’t go far. I may get hungry for seconds.”

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[ilovepaigebueckerss]

the other women.

word count: 886 (kinda short)

pairing: p.b. x reader

summary: After the live incident with Azzi y/n confronts paige.

pt: 2/3 (I think there will be 3 parts idk)

NOT PROOFREAD SO NTM.

i hope yall enjoy thiss. im gonna remake part 1 because it doesnt really fit with this part too well. i mean its good enough for yall to get the plot of the story but ykkk. SO SORRY FOR MAKING AZZI A BAD PERSON YALL ITS FOR THE PLOTTT🙏🙏 tried to do the lil picture thing evb be doing cs i thought it was cute how we feeling?..

-love gabby💋

3RD PERSON

Paige wakes up to an empty bed. She blinks rapidly trying to blink the sleepiness away. Wincing as she feels the hangover coming in. She notices the advil and glass of water on the bedside table you left for her. There was ice in the cup indicating the glass was filled not too long ago.

She doesn’t hesitate to pick up the glass and pills and takes them with one big gulp.

YOUR POV

Whenever you’re mind is too loud you usually vent to Paige and cry in her arms. You couldn’t do that this time so you went for a walk. You honestly had no clue where you were because you were so consumed in your thoughts you lost track of where you were walking.

Youre phone pinged snapping you out of your thoughts.

my fav blonde🖕🏻: Where are you?

You stared at the message not knowing if you should respond or not.

Just out for a walk.

You respond dryly trying to let her know you don’t want to speak to her. You hated confrontation so you didn’t know what you were going to do about the whole Azzi situation.

my fav blondie🖕🏻: Thanks for the advil and water, bug.

You stared at the phone not even realizing you were crying until you saw the tear droplet falling down your screen.

That damn nickname. She had given it to you as a joke when you first started dating and it’s stuck ever since. Whenever she called you it, a wave of comfort rushed through your body. Now it was just making you sad.

“You okay?” you hear a semi-familiar voice call out.

You look up quickly wiping your tears and see this girl from your psychology class. Her name was Addie or something like that.

“Yeah” you manage to croak out.

“You sure? Doesn’t really seem like it.” she says chuckling attempting to lighten the mood.

“Yeah. Thanks for asking.” You say smiling.

She smiles back. She was pretty, she had freckles and was brunette.

“Do you need a ride?” She offers still smiling.

“If its not too much of a bother.” You say embarrassed.

“Ofcourse! Hop in.”

PAIGES POV

Guilt is rushing through my body remembering the events from last night. It all happened so fast and it was a mistake.

my baby: omw home. 🤍 (hearted the msg)

my baby: got a ride from this girl

I smiled seeing her notification.

Theres even a video going around and im just praying y/n didnt see it. She could take it the wrong way. I would have to tell her eventually. She just cant find out through a video on social media.

FLASHBACK: AT THE BAR

STILL PAIGES POV

Azzi was being extra touchy tonight but I just assumed it was the alcohol. I mean she knows I have a girlfriend and she loves her.

“Paige, you look so good” Azzi slurs out running her hand down my chest.

I quickly move her hand off of me. “Thanks Azzi.” I say smiling. She puts her red solo cup up to her mouth “I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight” I say grabbing the drink from her.

“Nooooo” She whines. I just laugh at her drunk antics.

She grabs my face and gets really close. “Never noticed how pretty your eyes were.” She says staring at my eyes.

I just smile awkwardly trying to get out of her grasp. Before I knew it her lips were on mine. I gently push her off me. “Azzi.” I begin. “Paige you know you want me just as much as I want you.” She cuts me off.

“I have a girlfriend. And shes the only girl I want.” I say sharply.

“This is bullshit” She spits, pushing herself off of me.

PRESENT TIME

3RD PERSON

“Thanks for the ride.” Y/n says smiling at the brunette. Who smiles back “Anytime.”

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Y/n is fumbling with her keys outside of the apartment door trying to find the right one. Once you find the key she puts it in the lock and unlocks the door.

Paige immediately shoots up of the couch and runs to her girlfriend. “Hi babyy.” she says smiling and giving you a hug. “missed you.” she says in your neck.

The feeling of Paige’s breathe on your neck made you shiver.

“Hey.” You couldn’t help but smile, missing Paiges warmth.

You let go of each other and you wander off into the kitchen while Paige goes back to her spot on the couch.

“Hey can we talk?” You manage to say. Paige looks up at you and hums in response already knowing what you’re going to say.

“What happened last night..” You pause and clear your throat “With Azzi?” You say trying to hold back your tears.

“Y/n I promise it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“Then what was it Paige.” You snap all your built up anger coming out. “Because it looked like the love of my life cheating on me with her BEST FRIEND.” You say emphasizing the last two words.

“Please let me explain baby.” Paige says, tears pricking her eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” You say coldly.

“You don’t need to explain anything I saw what I needed to see.” You say before Paige could open her mouth to speak.

You walk out of the door not wanting to make the situation worse.

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[danisbrainrot]

omg actress reader x nat? plssss

natalie scatorccio x reader

tw: slight NSFW? they're filming a sex scene but it's not explicit

actually I love this idea! I might start doing a whole yj! actress au. when they're in character everything will be in bold!

pacing your trailer, you nervously bit at your nails; waiting for one of the assistants to come get you was a nightmare. looking up at the clock, you took a deep breath when you saw the time—they should be here any minute now.

a firm knock on the door confirmed your suspicions, "we're ready for you," some called out, causing you to wrap the robe around you tighter. you opened the door slightly and smiled politely at the assistant, following them on set.

there was your costar, natalie scatorccio, waiting for you dressed similarly. she smirked at the sight of you, who was anxiously waiting for the director to instruct how they wanted you in the scene. it was the first sex scene of the movie, where you and her character who'd hated each other the entire movie let their passion take over. you knew it was going to be rough, but your intimacy coordinator had promised she'd be there for you every step of the way.

"natalie can you press y/n against the wall," the director asks, standing behind the camera to see whether the shot would work. you move slowly to where he was pointing, before natalie presses her chest against yours. she winks teasingly, noticing your racing nerves and trying to quell them. you blush, trying to look away. "now, y/n, place your left leg around her waist. natalie can you hold her up?" the intimacy coordinator shoots you a thumbs up and smiles reassuringly.

natalie hoists your legs up, supporting your hamstring. "come here often?" she jokes, prompting you to burst into laughter; her head falls back, as she joins in.

"okay, it works. resume starting positions," the director calls out, covering one ear with his headphones. "in three, two, one. rolling," the clacking sound made the two of you pause, swiftly getting into character.

natalie's eyes softened, turning into her infamous bedroom eyes all her characters shared. you felt your heart race, as you almost forgot to act. "who do you think you are? you think you can kick a couple of balls and suddenly you run the world?" natalie growled, unknowingly pressing against your core with her thigh.

trying hard to hide how flustered you were, you tip your head up smugly, hoping no one realised you were scrambling to remember your lines, "just accept it, you aren't the player you used to be. I won that position fair and square," you reply slyly, getting ready to move.

suddenly, natalie presses you up against the wall. "you have to prove to me how fit you are first," she whispers seductively. you try to keep a stoic face, but feel your resolve beginning to collapse—you were more similar to your character than you realised. she presses her lips against yours, grabbing your face gently and rubbing the back of your thighs. getting the hint, you wrap one of your legs around her waist and pull her in closer.

"cut!" the director yells, causing the two of you to swiftly pull away. by this point you're as red as a tomato, and natalie can't help but smile at your reaction.

the intimacy coordinator quickly checks up on both of you, making sure that you and natalie were comfortable. you nod, although your insides churned with anxiety. natalie, seemingly noticing it, shook her head. "I think we need to take a breather," she suggests, shooting the coordinator a grateful smile when she nodded in understanding.

leading you outside, where the cool breeze calmed your nerves, placed a soothing hand on the small of your back. "are you alright? I get it, it's pretty full on," she asks.

you shake your head, "I've never. . . done a sex scene before, I just feel so vulnerable in front of so many people," you confide.

natalie smirks, nodding in understanding. "and here I thought you were too scared to kiss me," she joked.

"no. no! I loved kissing you—i mean, you're a greater kisser. . . I just don't know how I feel about showing off my boobs to everyone in that room," you reply, a blush quickly creeping across your cheeks.

natalie held your hand comfortingly, "just pretend no one else is there. just your tits and me," she replies, causing you to giggle.

"you must be popular with the ladies," you tease, cocking an eyebrow. natalie laughed, rolling her eyes and cupping your cheek.

you go eerily silent, your eyes gazing into hers as you try to work out what she's doing. "I am, actually. wanna find out why?" she asks, a wide grin on her face; you nod softly, like a deer in headlights.

pulling you in close, natalie presses her lips against yours—it wasn't gentle, but it also wasn't as rough as she'd been when they were on set five minutes ago. it felt nice—tasted delicious too. natalie's soft lips tasted like the coconut balm she'd put on before the scene, and her breath reeked of mints. you found it sweet of her to try and get rid of her smoker breath before the shoot.

finally pulling apart, natalie grins at you, "ready to go back in? finish what we started?" you nod in a daze, letting her lead you on stage and into the bed they'd set up.

let's just say, you quickly lost your nerves for the rest of filming—instead too preoccupied with natalie's lips on yours once more.

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[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Shun the Light - Ch. 11 - Tend

Slow Burn | Refuge | Decision | Mend | Hunger | Thin Mints | The Garden | Philip | Moments | Full Moon pt 1 | Full Moon pt 2 |

Author's Notes: have some caretaking, as a little treat

Content Warnings: werewolf whumpee, vampire caretaker, sprained ankle, cuts, bruising, exhaustion, cold, stitches, hypnosis, guilt

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By the time they're through the front door Matteo is barely standing on his own. Even with his enhanced strength Dante doesn't think he can get him up the stairs. He doesn't want to do this, but...

"Right here is fine," Matteo mumbles, starting to sink to the floor.

Dante looks into his eyes. "Stand up," he says.

Matteo straightens.

"Walk with me."

He obeys, though it clearly hurts him. Dante gets him up the stairs as quickly as he can and sits him on the edge of the bed.

Matteo's head droops forward. " 'm fine," he mumbles.

Dante tilts his chin up so he can meet his eyes again. Matteo peers back up at him through his damp, messy hair. He lets Dante ease the coat from his shoulders even though he's still shivering.

"Lie down."

With Dante's help he manages to get fully onto the bed, sighing when his head finally hits the pillow. Dante sits beside him and takes his arm, lifting it to his mouth to bite.

"Wait...wait, I don't..." Matteo's arm wiggles a little in his loose grip but he isn't even strong enough to pull it away. Still, Dante stops and listens.

"I don't...deserve it..."

His eyes are clouded and his voice slurring. Dante touches his forehead and finds it feverishly warm, while the rest of him still quivers from the cold. He looks utterly exhausted but can't settle when every movement pulls at his injuries.

Dante pushes damp hair from Matteo's face. "Sleep," he commands softly. He lifts the arm again and slowly sinks in his fangs.

Tension gradually eases from Matteo's body. His arm goes slack in Dante's hands and he's out like a light.

-

Dante quickly realizes that treating Matteo isn't going to be easy. Any medicines left in the house have long expired, he doesn't have sutures or antiseptic for the cuts, and he has absolutely no idea what he's doing.

He takes a medical book from the office, gathers whatever bandages and supplies might help, and returns to Matteo's side.

It's hard to even look at Matteo's body. Dante shudders to think what would have become of him if he hadn't found him. None of the wounds are life threatening on their own, but he would have been too weak to make it very far. He could have starved, or gotten an infection, or been found by animals.

Their afflictions are vastly different, but Dante feels for him all the same. To be other is hard enough...to be other and alone is dangerous.

"Alright," he says, "where to start..."

With a pair of tweezers he carefully removes each piece of glass from Matteo's skin. Most are small and superficial, but the one in his hip is thick and embedded deep. The skin around it is tender and swollen. When Dante pulls at it Matteo groans in his sleep, and he's quick to inject more anesthetic before he can wake. He resolves to keep him sedated and out of pain until he can get his hands on some real medicine.

As soon as he gets the shard of glass out the wound starts to bleed. Acting on instinct he leans in and catches it with his tongue, licking softly until the bleeding slows.

It's a strange, intimate moment. If Dante could still blush, he would be beet red by now. To add to his embarrassment, he finds he is acquiring a taste for Matteo's blood.

That definitely won't be a problem later down the road...

"Time to stitch you up. Lucky for you I'm pretty good at embroidery. Will that help here? Maybe not. We'll see."

Thinking out loud helps him remain focused as he prepares an embroidery needle and some dental floss. He speaks softly to Matteo as he makes tight, careful stitches. When he's finished he cleans all of the cuts and bandages him as best he can.

There isn't much he can do for the extensive bruising, so Dante moves on to Matteo's ankle. It is badly sprained but fortunately not broken. He props up his foot on a pillow and then puts his cold hands on the hot skin, holding them there until the worst of the swelling subsides. He adds ice pack to his mental checklist.

"That's the best I can do for now. I hope it's enough. You just rest. Everything will be okay."

He really hopes that's true.

Dante pulls an armchair over to the bedside and gets as comfortable as he can. It has been a long night, but he wants to be here when Matteo wakes, so he settles in and reads aloud from the medical book until he falls asleep.

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[jgracie]

get to know demeter’s garden fairy . . . cynthia ! what i would be like in the pjoverse

thank u sooo much sunni @sunnitheapollokid for tagging me in this!!! everyone go check hers out :)

⊹ i got to camp as a teen but didn't get claimed for a while... stayed unclaimed for like a year

⊹ as a legacy of apollo as well as a daughter of demeter, i do have a little bit of apollo kid traits/characteristics, such as being a good singer and loving sunlight

⊹ and since i got along with them so well they claimed me in their own way <3 shoutout to cabin 7 my fave people

⊹ they'd gotten so used to thinking of me as their sister they'd completely forgotten i was unclaimed (and so did everyone else) so demeter deciding to finally show up for me and claim me was def a shock

⊹ i was also shocked because i thought surely since i got on so well with the apollo kids i was one of them and apollo had just forgotten yk? he has a lot of kids to be fair!!!

⊹ anyways, i moved into the demeter cabin that night. luckily i already knew some of them because i liked visiting flowers and vines a lot (i wonder why)

⊹ had a bit of an identity crisis but katie gardner was super nice to me the whole time and helped me discover my demeter kid powers which i had no clue i had (i like to think demeter kid powers are the kind you have to tap into / be aware of to use which explains why we're harder for monsters to detect NOT because we're weak like rick said 😒)

⊹ we quickly became best friends as a result and she got me working at flowers and vines immediately. at first i was just a cashier who was training but once i got good i could actually work with the plants!

⊹ being best friends with katie meant i eventually got to know travis and they became like my parents LOL i def did the mama y papa trend w those two

⊹ working there helped me warm up to and get to know my siblings more and so i got close with them too :) as well as the dionysus kids who were there

⊹ i never forgot how familial the apollo cabin felt though so when i was back in the mortal world i brought it up with my dad and he explained how i'm a legacy of apollo (recent lineage so think like my grandfather was a child of apollo)

⊹ felt much better once i got that sorted LMAO

⊹ i def think i'm more of a combat based demeter kid! i don't use a weapon that much as my powers feel more natural but if i have to use one i tend to go for the spear i got from mommy herself!! it turns into a bracelet when unused

⊹ the spear was an apology for taking her SWEET time with claiming me and causing me to question everything i knew about myself... i forgave her though because she was told by zeus to avoid me specifically

⊹ this is because she was particularly close with my father and wanted to bring him up to olympus... you can probably guess how zeus felt about that 😬

⊹ anyway... i tend to have my hair in braids because it makes it a lot easier not only to work in the gardens but also use my fave power which is turning them into vines and doing my thing with them

⊹ i get along best with the apollo (ofc), aphrodite, dionysus and ares cabins

⊹ ares was a shocker to my siblings but they helped me figure out how to use my weapon when i first got it because im an overachiever like that and i discovered they were actually pretty cool

⊹ every demeter kid has an assigned flower at birth and mine are lilies :) random but i had to put it out there

⊹ we can also assign people and/or situations flowers and after an aphrodite kid caught wind of this power (first aphrodite kid who volunteers gets to be a part of this) they insisted we start a matchmaking service together

⊹ majority of my siblings didn't want to do it since demeter kids don't like to be part of other people's drama and tend to keep to ourselves... i however loved the idea and volunteered

⊹ people tell us the situation they're in and ask for guidance and they get it... via cryptic messages and bouquets of flowers! it's not that we don't want to tell them directly what's going on its that aphrodite withholds the info from her kids because she likes to see the drama play out and the demeter flower assigning power is super limited and just for funsies

⊹ when i'm NOT at flowers and vines or the matchmaking (i think fortune telling is a better word to use here) (why am i always working???) service, you can def find me at the beach

⊹ as a coastal girlie the water runs in my blood and going there reminds me of home with my dad even though we live in the city now... also swimming is SUPER fun!!!

⊹ i also help out at the kids arts and crafts activities #demeterkidmotherlyinstincts

⊹ those little kids are acc my bffs i love them to BITS... a lot of the younger kids at camp are there because their mortal parents gave them up or passed away so majority haven't seen the outside world

⊹ ofc when i find this out i bawl my eyes out then make it my mission to bring the outside world to them... that's how chb movie nights began! i bring a bunch of movie dvds from the mortal world whenever im there (sometimes i ship them to chb if i don't plan to go during winter or spring break) and they put them on for the younger kids before bedtime

⊹ i also have each and every one of their birthday's memorised and get them gifts <3

⊹ demeter kids are also good with drugs.. MEDICINAL drugs of course (i personally do not condone drug dealing but some of my siblings def have stashes of weed... that's all im saying)

⊹ we grow them for the apollo kids to use in the infirmary though since we are all very squeamish when it comes to major wounds and blood and all that

⊹ however after the battle of manhattan when the apollo cabin goes from 100 to 3 members some of us decide to put our squeamishness aside to go help out since we are the next best thing

⊹ some demeter kids have healing powers as well so there's that!

that's all i can get off the top of my head... this was SO fun though if i can think of more (or if anyone asks) i will be doing a part 2!

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #cynwrites

[etherealily]

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Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Warnings : Dark. SFW, but discretion advised. 🍃.

Part 1 : Whiplash

Part 2 : 9 Lives

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Tiny glimpse into his mind because why not?

Desc. : "His hand, so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face."

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It's not like Nate even knew you.

You just so happened to be the secret to his success, and maybe, perhaps his new obsession.

No biggie.

I mean, whole of the first week of spring break, he didn't text you, you didn't text him, and it was all great and normal.

Pissed him off to no end, because how the hell did you recover so quickly from having a fucking gun in your throat? But, hey, whatever. Maybe you were just that goddamn weird.

The second - and last - week of spring break was when shit got intense.

Because he thought about you.

He realized he hadn't even fucking seen you around town the entirety of it, and that might have freaked him out, just a little.

He worried, you see? Yes, only about his games, and his college apps, but now, all of them had been tied to you, with a pretty little bow around them.

So obviously, now he worried about you.

So, obviously, he needed to find out just where the hell your lucky ass had gone.

He narrowed it down to two options. Both perfectly reasonable, of course.

One, you just had tons of work and stayed indoors.

Two, you had been kidnapped and murdered by the opposing teams because they'd found out about your miracle-working.

See? Perfectly reasonable.

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It was a happy surprise to learn that you were basically closer to his house than you'd ever been before, after you'd taken up a job at the local supermarket.

Well, happy for him.

For you, it was more of a you-were-seriously-contemplating-suicide surprise.

"You listen to Elvis Presley?", he asked, dropping his purchase down on the counter. Your eyes never moved to it, and stayed on his.

That was one thing he noticed about you.

You were always observing, as if he were a rabid animal that would strike at any moment. As if he would reveal his sinister intentions to you within enough time for you to react.

"What?"

He nodded at the speakers on the wall around the establishment. "Those connected to your Spotify?"

You didn't want to answer unless you knew whether he was about to compliment or mock you.

"Sir, I think you should leave."

God fucking damn it. Why had he never thought about the fact that you wouldn't - (and couldn't)- call him a motherfucker at your workplace? His joy knew no bounds.

"That's so hot. Say it again."

You'd 100% expected that. It was clear on your face.

"There's other people behind you with more items to check out."

He swiveled his head around for a moment.

Old lady. Sometimes he wished he wasn't raised right.

He sighed, nodding. "I'm next up, though.", he warned sternly, pointing at you as he gestured for her to pass him by.

The old lady patted him on the shoulder and smiled, moving ahead with her purchase of an unholy amount of bread and cheese.

And what's worse?

She had coupons.

Way too many for Nate to stand smiling like a good boy behind her as she dug into her purse and fished out probably decades worth of them.

"Yes, dear, so just run all these."

"Uh, ma'am, I wish I could, but most of these are expired."

Thank god.

"Oh, well, you said most. Let's just sort through them and find the ones that aren't expired."

Would it be homicide to kill her? She didn't really have too long to live, anyway. He couldn't say he hadn't thought about it.

"Uh, okay, yeah, sure."

"This'll just take a minute, sweetie.", she whispered to Nate, pinching his cheek as if that would make time go by faster.

"How about I pay for you, ma'am? If that's alright?"

If he'd been allowed access to your mind, you'd never live it down, because you almost thanked him right then and there.

"Oh, there's no need for that, dear, I can-"

"No, please, I insist. It would be my pleasure."

"What a sweet boy."

Both her and Nate decided to ignore the derisive snort that came out of you as you swiped his card.

"Here you go, ma'am.", you smiled, placing the copious amounts of cheese into the bag, then stuffing the bread in, too. "Anything else?"

"Oh, no, that's it for me. God bless you, dear. Both of you."

Watching her walk out, he began to genuinely wonder if this absurd purchase was all part of some scheme some criminal had put up to steal without your knowledge.

"You hear that? We're blessed, you and me."

"Do you actually have anything to buy?"

"Of course I do. I'm not a creepy stalker.", he hissed, slamming his palm down in front of you. Slowly, he lifted it to reveal a stack of eleven condoms.

Oh, yeah, you were blessed with this fuckass' presence.

You sucked your teeth as your gaze traipsed from the condoms up to his eyes. One of them winked.

"Is that all?"

"Oh, come on, you're not even curious why I have them?"

"Probably for the dozens of bitches you're getting.", you scoffed, ringing it up. "$15.99."

"For eleven individual condoms?!"

You shrugged. "Inflation."

"Oh, they better inflate for the amount of money I'm spending."

He rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself as he pulled out the money from his wallet, instead of his card. "Fucking old lady with her bread and cheese."

"You maxed your card?"

"Yeah. Why do people buy so much shit they're barely ever going to use?"

"Like you with your condoms?"

Ah. Nate could've absolutely lost his shit laughing right there- you did care.

"I'm going to use it all. Trust me."

How many times was he going to use the phrase 'trust me' on you until he realized the meaning had eroded away into nothingness between you two? Probably a dozen more.

"Sure. Thanks for shopping with us. Have a great day."

He pouted, stuffing the packets into his pocket as he raised a brow. "You don't sound like you mean it."

"Nate-"

"And why are you even working here, anyway? Oh, shit, is it 'cause I cost you your internship with your perv boss?"

If he felt bad, the grin on his face wasn't really screaming guilt.

"No, fuckass, this is my friend's store, he just wanted someone to help him out for a couple hours."

"Whoa, wait, what happened to Sir? I liked that better."

That was a lie. He fucking loved it.

"Please, Nate. Stop."

"One condition."

There it was. It no longer seemed like he saw you as anything more than a boredom buster. Sudoku, or a crossword, basically. That was you to him.

"Answer one question, truthfully, and I'll leave this... otherwise empty store right after."

"I'm listening."

God, that's all he fucking wanted to hear, and it was oddly exciting. He could literally say anything, and you wouldn't block him out.

"What would you do if I told you that I have a body in my car right now?"

"What?"

"A body. A dead body. It's in my trunk. Right now. What would you say? What's your next move?"

It's like he expected you not to notice the fact that he was tracing shapes on your arm as he spoke.

"Cops."

At this point, even if he wasn't bluffing, you'd still have reacted so nonchalantly. Because it was all in all tiring to continue to play whatever twisted game he was playing.

"They're not an option. It's either silence or help me. Would you help me hide it?"

"Nate, did you kill someone?"

"No."

"Then why even ask?!"

"It's a hypothetical."

"No, probably not."

He tsked, looking away for a moment. "Wrong answer."

"Well, it's my answer."

He brought his fingers up to your face, and your slight flinch meant absolutely nothing to him. Imaginary hearts now plagued your skin. "Change it."

"My answer? No."

"Please."

"Nate, did you kill someone?", you asked once more, praying for an actual answer this time, be it in the negative or the positive.

He smirked.

"Thanks for the condoms.", he whispered, grinning as he gave your cheek a light pat - that was dangerously bordering on a slap.

Would your trunk be big enough to fit his body? You thought about it the rest of the day.

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His fingers rapped on his dashboard as he watched his phone, set down on speaker on the dashboard, too. Pick up, pick up, pick up.

"Hello?"

Yes. He'd never been this happy to hear someone's voice, and it kinda freaked him out. Okay, whatever. Not important.

"Y/N."

"Who is this?"

"The guy you broke all the rules with before spring break? Made out with on the bleachers?"

"You need to be more specific."

"You better be kidding."

"Of course I am." He had never felt more relieved to hear your stupid ass laugh. "What do you want? I'm not helping you hide a body."

He debated just asking you where you'd been all this time, why you hadn't shown up to a single party or hangout, but he decided he'd just outright ask the real question he needed answered.

"Which one's your window?"

A pause. "What?"

"The one with red or yellow curtains?"

"Nate."

"Red or yellow, babe?"

"Red." Good. You'd gotten so used to him that you didn't waste time pointing out the obvious by asking 'are you outside my house?!'.

"You sure it's not yellow?"

"That's my parents' room."

"Yellow looks more tempting.", he teased, as he shut the car door.

"I'm not messing around."

"Neither am I. Yellow it is."

"Nate!"

This was far too precious to him. You were actually worried. How cute.

The fact that he had to climb up wasn't really making him jump in joy, but he figured you'd enjoy that little touch of vintage chivalry.

Like fucking Rapunzel.

He tapped on your window once.

No answer. Don't fucking play around right now.

He knocked once more.

He was met with your extremely delightful glare as you slid your window up, watching him closely.

"Hey."

"Dude, you-"

"Shh, shh, shh. Let me in.", he mumbled, crouching to cram himself through, his hand still resting on the top of the pane.

"You're insane."

Immediately grabbing your face after he steadied himself, he hissed through gritted teeth, "Where the hell have you been?"

"What?"

"I didn't see you at all before today!"

"Yeah, we got a lot of work to do over spring break."

"This is why you don't take psychology, because you get stupid amounts of homework even during the holidays.", he muttered, as if he'd warned you about this eons ago.

"What do you want?"

"Party. You. Me. Now. Get dressed."

He almost punched you when you started laughing.

"You actually do have a sense of humour, Nate, good for you."

"I'm not kidding. Come on."

"No way in hell."

"You know what? No need to get dressed. You look great. Just come on. Live a little."

"You've already taken me to 'live a little' before, and I ended up shitfaced with a gun in my throat at school at 12:30 am."

Good. So you hadn't gotten over that. He didn't care if he was being sadistic - he was glad.

He sighed, flopping down onto your bed and ignoring the second glare to come from you that night. "This is so typically a teenage girl's bedroom."

He had no clue what he was saying, at this point. But he knew he was itching for a reaction, a reason for you to hit him again, so he could grab you and shut you up. He craved the conflict.

"Surprising, considering that's what I am."

"I mean, the band posters? Really?", he huffed, pointing around at your room as if he was giving you a tour of it.

"Have you even listened to Queen? Presley? Any of the oldies?"

The match was found. Time to light it.

"So the shitty music in the store was connected to your playlist.", he chuckled, shaking his head. "No wonder that old lady was so nice to you. She thought you were one of her Bingo buddies."

It was just a question of how long you could stand him sitting on your bed, disrespecting your music taste.

"If you're only here to invite me to a party, I'm sorry, I'm not coming."

"How would your family like me hanging out here?", he mused, tilting his head. You know, the one you'd probably love to bash into the pavement given a chance? That head.

You were so fucking hot when you were pissed, it was unbelievable to him. He could sense it, the anger.

The smell of your rage made him want to riot.

"You can't keep blackmailing me into doing what you want."

"Alright, fine."

Your uncomfortable frown made him snicker. "What's that look?"

"This is usually the part where you self-harm and tell me I'm being a bitch for not bending to your will."

"Tonight's different."

"Why?"

Because I'm going to unwrap every fucking secret of yours.

He shrugged, the corners of his lips curling downwards. "I don't want to."

"So, you'll leave?"

"I didn't say that.", he trailed off, watching you sit down on the chair across from your bed. "Let's just chill."

"Nate, when have you and I ever chilled?"

He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes at you, before giving you a sly smirk. His fingers emerged from his pocket as he pulled out a packet of pre-rolleds. "Right now."

"You're kidding."

"C'mon. Don't be a pussy."

"They'll smell it."

He lolled his head over to the door. "No, they won't. You're two floors up." He shifted to one side, patting the space next to him. "Come on, Y/N, don't end your badass streak so quickly."

His eyes followed you as you sat down gingerly, rubbing your forehead like he was causing you a genuine migraine. That's funny, she hasn't even seen me high, yet, (and she won't).

"Why do I let you do this?"

"Million dollar question if I ever heard one.", he scoffs, fumbling around his person for a lighter. He found it, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it, causing his next catastrophic words to come out a mumble. "But I'm glad you do."

He continued to watch your eyes change from frustration to mild fascination, to hesitation all in one second, as he puffed out through his teeth. "Fuck.", he groaned, handing it to you.

"I don't know about this."

"You think they'd like me?", he mused, looking at the door, and then back at you. "I'm known to make a good impression with parents."

"The no-blackmail thing didn't last long.", you huffed, taking it from him. Nate almost made out with you right then and there, the way your lips wrapped around it as if they were made only for him.

"Didn't want to break tradition.", he snorted as you coughed and sputtered, handing it back to him quickly.

"Gross."

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The last thing he'd expected from that evening was actually staying. He'd thought he'd get you stoned, you'd pass out, and he'd leave.

But here you were.

Next to him.

Freaking him the hell out.

He looked down at his watch. 2 AM. Fuck.

"I gotta go."

"You've been saying that for the past three hours."

Shut up. "Eh, well, it's not like my parents are worried."

"Why not?"

"They know I can handle myself."

"Right, because I'm such a threat."

"God, no. They'd love you." He shook his head subtly, grinning as you nudged his face playfully with your foot from across the bed. "You should come over, sometime."

"I'm not coming over, Nate."

The weed made sure you didn't push him away when he gently grabbed your leg. "Why not?"

"Because we're not friends. There's no reason for me to meet your parents."

"I just think it's right that you get to judge my room, too.", he muttered, lips on your ankle like it was his life support. "You know, justice or whatever."

"It's probably all monocoloured, plain, boring crap."

"Only one way to find out.", he teased.

He despised the silence that followed. High-you wasn't exactly chatty, it seemed.

"Tell me something about you."

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "Anything."

"This is my first time smoking weed."

"Not exactly a secret, sweetheart."

"You didn't ask for a secret."

"Now I am. Tell me a secret."

"I hate football."

You were more resilient than he thought, seeing as you'd smoked three cigarettes already, and the most you'd given him was your sports preferences.

But he'd take what he got.

"Because of me?"

"No, just generally."

"But you came to games.", he countered.

"Because of Maddy."

"You guys are close?"

You nodded, stirring slightly as you looked out your window. "Mhm."

"So she told you." Shit.

You tilted your head, sitting up as he gripped your calf, moving closer and placing kisses on your knee, too. "About?"

Well, if you didn't already know, no need to tell you.

"To come to the games."

"Oh. Yeah."

Nice save, Jacobs.

"I guess now I owe you a secret, huh?"

"I guess you do."

"You're not gonna like it.", he murmured, lazily tracing even more shapes on your knee, while his other hand had trailed up to your arm. "But I love your lips."

He smiled when the corners of your eyes crinkled up and you burst into a fit of giggles. "What?"

"It's true. They're perfect."

"God, I love weed."

You would, seeing as you smoked more of it than he did. Enough to kind of make him feel slightly guilty.

"It's not just the weed saying this.", he continued, shaking his head. "I'd fight wars for those lips. For you."

He shouldn't have liked the fading of your laugh so much, the slight trepidation brewing on your face, either, but for some reason, he did. "Nate, I'm not... I don't wanna-"

"Be fought for? Why not?"

He took the silence as a cue to brush his finger against your cupid's bow. "You don't think you deserve it?"

He watched your lips move under his finger as you shook your head, side to side. "Well, I do. And, guess what?"

"What?"

"I got another question for you."

Your frown was your response.

"Why didn't you push me away when I kissed you that night on the bleachers?" He knew the answer. Of course he did.

"I was drunk."

"Yeah, see, you weren't that drunk.", he taunted. But no, you were. He'd given you basically one and a half bottles. Just like tonight, taking barely ten puffs while you took thrice as much. You just hadn't noticed.

"I don't know, then."

"I just think that if you didn't push me away, it can't have been the terrible experience you made it out to be, in the car."

"What do you want to hear, Nate?"

"That you want to do it again. 'Cause you do. Don't you?"

"I don't."

"Yes, you do. If you could see your own eyes right now, you'd agree."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

He waited for a reaction, a scoff, an eye roll, anything, but you just looked back at him, and then down at the hand he was holding. Oh, it was the weed.

So he took matters into his own hands. No. He took you into his own hands, tracing the gap between your lips with his tongue before he pushed it in.

Your lips were war-worthy, just like before. But this time, something was different. This time, you kissed back.

There we go.

His hands ran over your back as though he were splaying a huge deck of cards across a table, and he came to the grave realization that maybe, just maybe, he was no longer doing this just for a reaction.

"Come here.", he murmured, making up for his lack of oxygen by trying to steal yours as he pulled you onto him. How Shane Crestin hadn't killed himself over the fact that he'd fumbled this bag, he'd never know. Loser.

His hands slipped under your shirt. Wrong move, seeing as you pulled away. "No."

Wasn't weed supposed to last longer?

"What?"

"I'm not... no."

"You seemed into it, like a moment ago. Face it : you want this. No amount of bullshit self-respect or whatever you wanna call it, is going to change that.", he responded, coolly, as he took a drag from the blunt, his lips immediately feeling the lack of yours.

"You're just trying to get back at Maddy."

God, he wished that were true. Would make much more sense.

He sighed, his forehead on yours. "I'm not, but you're not going to believe me.", he mumbled, watching you get off him and move back to the other side of the bed.

Oceans away. Too fucking far.

"I'm sorry." There was something he hadn't said in a while. "For, like, everything."

"Why am I so fucking important to you? If I just showed up to every game for you, would you leave me the fuck alone? No, you wouldn't, because you sought me out during spring break! Am I just an easy target?"

No. "I don't... I don't fucking know, okay? You just are."

"Is it 'cause you hate me?", you questioned, so quietly that he had to debate whether to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness or actually kill himself in guilt for eliciting it.

"What?"

"Do you hate me?"

"For what?" He had no fucking clue what this could be about. Every single thing he'd done so far indicated the opposite. But he didn't want to let himself go there.

"Being your good luck charm."

Oh. He had to think about that one. "No. It would be weird if it was someone else."

"I just mean... it must be frustrating, when you need someone, and they might not always be there."

"But you will, right? Be there?"

"You scare me, Nate."

He scoffed, slightly, rolling his eyes. "You're unbelievable. Why? Gimme one reason - a real one - why you're scared of me."

"You're violent."

Okay, he was hoping you'd give an invalid one.

"I like beating people up.", he shrugged. "But never for no reason."

"Not exactly a secret, sweetheart. And anyway, it's not only the beating up that you like."

"Hm?"

"You like getting beat up, too."

Remind him never to give you weed again.

"Why would I-"

"On some level, you feel like you deserve it.", you replied, shrugging as you took a long puff of the miracle weed that apparently made you unreasonably perceptive.

Okay, confirmed, not even the word weed would be mentioned around you anymore.

"You think I deserve it?"

"Mostly, yeah. But not... all the time."

"How do you know so much?", he asked, watching your fingers get lost in your hair. He couldn't afford eye contact.

"Psychology."

"See? You shouldn't have taken it. It's creepy."

You sighed, smiling as you looked up at the ceiling. "Sorry."

He did not expect you to back down, that was for sure.

"It's fine. Never giving you weed again, though."

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It actually took until the very last day of spring break for him to catch up with you again. Not like he was pissed that you pushed him away, or anything. Or that he was confused about the entire interaction in the bedroom of someone who, until three weeks ago, he wouldn't have been caught dead talking to. He was just busy. Sure. Let's go with that.

"Hey."

"Not now, Nate."

"What is your problem?" Wait, no. That kinda talk was why you were pissed at him. "Look, we should start over."

God, he sounded like a cunt. This was definitely something that pathetic Shane Crestin would say. Ew.

"Okay. Can you start by going over there?", you asked, restocking the shelves with whatever bullshit condiment you had to.

"I'm an ass. I'm a jerk, I'm- I'm a dick."

You were silent for a moment, before you added: "A small one, too."

He sighed, beaming with relief. "A small one, too.", he agreed, nodding. "I'm just here to ask you over to dinner. My house. I'll even cook."

Dude, if you didn't agree, he'd actually fucking kill you.

"No way you cook."

"Only one way to find out."

He saw the falling apart. The gradual breaking down. The glacier was melting. "I'll listen to Queen or whatever, with you."

The quiet was taunting him, but you came to his rescue. "No steak."

"No steak."

Yes. Fucking yes.

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