#one time i had 2 glasses of wine on the beach

[yamujiburo]

HANAMUSA (JESSIExDELIA) MASTER POST

I probably should have started doing this forever ago but I wasn’t sure how long I was gonna stick with drawing these comics. But I guess we’re in it now! This will be continually updated~ EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT

BEFORE YOU START:

This post is required reading about Team Rocket’s ages since that’s usually a question that comes up a lot LOL. As for Delia’s age, she is said to be 29 in Takeshi Shudo’s (original writer on Pokémon) novel that built out the world and characters of the anime.

Next, I feel like this chart helps give the vibe of what these characters relationship is (all just headcanons except for their names and ages)!

WHERE TO START:

Here’s a post I made detailing how Jessie, James and Meowth initially start living with Delia. It also goes into what each character does in this AU. Before going into the post, you might enjoy this fanfic my girlfriend commissioned! It’s based off of said post and is a more enjoyable read.

Here’s also a list of headcanons!

COMICS:

Here’s all the comics I’ve done! The order of most of them are pretty ambiguous and up in the air but I put them in the order I kinda see in my head! There are some that do take place before Jessie and Delia start dating though! Also a few comics that have several parts but the “next” and “prev” links will be in each comic. So I’ll only link the first part of those ones in this masterpost.

Pre-Relationship

Fast Food

Ophidiophobia

Whipped

Making Eyes

Hairbrush

Inquiries

Separated

First Kiss

During Relationship

Big Bed

Tattoo

Crumbs

Pet Clown

I’d Like To

Jessica

Lipstick (not a comic but some fun extra dialogue for this)

Glow

Official

Stare Down

Shovel Talk

Invisible Walls

Date Night

Face Blind

One Motto Away

Snowgasboard

Delia’s Got a Cold

Mr. Jessie Ketchum

Peek-At-Chu

Hands Off Pikachu!

Wine Nights with James

Beauty and the Beach

Turning Point Arc

Sunscreen

Where Do Babies Come From

Love Life

Ugly

Ace Trainers

Pikasitting

Mother’s Day

Father’s Day

Gift for Delia

Gift for Jessie

Jessilina Fan

Crossdressing

Hickeys

Journey Arc

Tone

Cooking Twerp

Son

Cooking Advice

Serperior Facts

Cassidy’s Cabin Arc

Father/Son Bonding

Glasses

Uniform

Study Help

Happy Valentine’s Day

Wrapped

Daddy Daughter Double Battle

Splinter

Married Life

Wedding

Arbok/Weezing Reunion

Snake Eyes

MISC DRAWINGS:

I’ll update this with links to my other miscellaneous drawings later! 

FAQ:

What does "Hanamusa" mean?

Hanamusa is a combination of Delia and Jessie's Japanese names, Hanako and Musashi respectively.

When does this AU take place?

It takes place sometime after the Mezase Pokémon Master/To Be a Pokémon Master series. So all the events that happened in the series, unless retconned within the series, happened. Ash is 10 at the start of the comics.

What's the status between Jessie, James, Meowth and Giovanni/Team Rocket?

Not great terms since they were fired, but also not the worst terms. Giovanni just let the three of them go without any further issues. I will say that I've always loved the theory that Giovanni keeps Jessie specifically around because of her parentage and he as a soft spot for her that he keeps a secret. I feel like Matori was the one that got the three of them fired and Giovanni wasn't able to make an excuse for them this time (without showing nepotism/special treatment) so he was forced to let them go.

If you headcanon Delia as a lesbian, how did Ash come to be?

Delia was young when she had Ash and I hc that she just didn’t really explore her sexuality much! I myself didn’t realized I liked women until I was 18 and didn’t know I liked ONLY women until like 2 years ago. She got married, had a baby and realized after her husband left that she liked women (trans people exist obviously but I’m also interpreting Ash’s father as a cis man).

Who do you think Ash’s dad is?

I don’t know and I don’t really care to explore it. I’m going off of the novel interpretation that he’s just a deadbeat that left to be a trainer, failed and never came back because of the shame. He’s not important.

Isn’t Giovanni Ash’s dad?

That’s a common misconception that people remember wrong from the Pokémon Live show. Delia mentions she dated Giovanni but then left him and his gang after meeting Ash’s father. I also don’t consider the live show canon personally! I follow The Birth of Mewtwo timeline where Madame Boss founded Team Rocket.

Do you think Delia and Giovanni dated at least?

Nah, I think he’s too old for her? I always got the vibe from The Birth of Mewtwo that he was quite a bit older than Jessie and it’d be sus if he was dating Delia when she was married to, and had a child with her husband at 18/19. He’s a bad guy but not a BAD guy.

You mentioned you still ship Jessie and James. Why not make a Jessie, James, Delia polycule?

I have a few reasons I’ve mentioned before! 1. I’m in super deep with this AU already and I feel it’d be very confusing for casual viewers of my stuff if James was added into the relationship haha. 2. I’ve drawn Jessie and James together since 2011 and took this AU as an opportunity to try my hand at writing them as queer, platonic besties bc I love that interpretation of them a lot as well. 3. I’m not poly myself and the way I write this ship is largely based off of my experiences with my girlfriend. I just know I’d favor the Jessie/Delia of it all which isn’t fair and not a good interpretation of a poly relationship. All that said, I DO super enjoy seeing peoples’ poly headcanons and art!

Who does James end up with in this AU?

No one. He's aroace and is happy to be single

Do Jessie and James have all their Pokémon in this AU

I think they have all the Pokémon that they did by the end of Mezase Pokémon Master (all their Pokémon that were left at HQ). Most of their released Pokémon have stayed released and the Alola Pokémon are still in Alola. I bring back Arbok and Weezing post-Jessie and Delia getting married. I may bring back Chimecho, Growlie and Cacnea if I think of an idea I like!

What are Meowth and James up to in this AU?

Hop back to the top of this post under the "Where to Start" section. All your questions will be answered.

Does Ash travel with anyone at this point of his life?

I don't have anyone in particular in mind! I could see him making new friends (Nemona???) or traveling with different combinations of old friends. Like him, Misty and Goh, him, Dawn and Cilan, him, Serena and Lillie etc.

Will Delia ever get over her phobia of snake Pokémon

Not fully! I think overcoming fears is fine and good but I think real PHOBIAS are much harder to get past and I don't want to cheapen it. She slowly gets used to Jessie's Seviper specifically and gets to the point where she can pet it comfortably with Jessie in the room. But otherwise, still scared and would need that same amount of time per Pokémon

Is Jessie gaining weight or is it just me?

Not just you! Jessie puts on a bit of relationship weight overtime as you'll see in the later comics in the timeline. Jessie grew in poverty, never knowing when her next meal would be and that continued into her life as a Team Rocket member. Once she was able to settle down (with a woman who runs her own restaurant no less) she's able to live a healthier lifestyle with regular meals and puts on some weight because of that.

Does Jessie ever feel self conscious about gaining weight?

Nope! She feels happier and healthier and hotter. She's also unreasonably excited to clear out her old clothes and get a new wardrobe.

Would Jessie and Delia ever have kids together or adopt?

Nah, Ash is enough for them! I have come up with hypothetical kids for them but they're not canon to this AU. Just a fun little thing for me.

Will you ever put this on webtoon?

Nah. People mostly ask me this because they want to read everything in the order of the timeline but to my knowledge, you can’t reorder chapters or installments which would defeat the purpose. I also don’t think nintendo fan stuff would fly there. Also, also it’s just extra work and another place to upload and I want to keep this all fun for myself~

#hanamusashipping #hanamusa #hanamusa comic #master post

[kalki-tarot]

Your First Date with your Fs! 💌

Pick only one picture. Kalki tarot is not responsible for any decisions you make in your life from this reading(s). Use your brain and be mindful.

Please Allow me to tap into your energy.

Tap on Masterlist for more.

Pile 01

For some of you this date may be through arranged marriage or some female member from your family will first introduce you to them.

For others I'm getting that you may have 2 options to choose from, and you choose them after a lot of thinking and introspecting. Because i see you really wanting someone long term.

I'm seeing that your fs could be someone very shy and introverted on the first date, they may not really seem that talkative you know? Those people who only talk when nessecary.

This will take place when you are in some really busy or hardworking phase in your life. Maybe you just started a new job or you are a very busy person in general. The first date can be near water, like beach, seas, lakes etc. This can also take place in an amusement park.

Before the date you will be very anxious about what will happen and what not. Very scattered energy and overthinking is coming from your side. But anyhow, you really look forward to it and future of you guys together. If you last long or not? All these thoughts will cover up your mind.

For some of you, I'm also seeing that you may not be able to sleep a day before the date due to excitement, racing hearts and thoughts lol. You really are very anxious about it.

On the other hand, you future spouse too seems to be a little worried. They are someone who were heartbroken in the past, they were too giving in relationships but never received enough. So these thoughts may resurface and they may start to overthink too. They will be curious to know if you are someone genuine and trustworthy or like their old partners.

Okay, let's see how the actual date will be! I'm seeing that your fs may insist to pay even if they have less amount of money, such a gentleman/woman. The feminine (not gender specific) in the connection may take a lead throughout the date as they may have planned it all together.

I'm also seeing you guys talking about your future visions and goals. All the things you desire to do and achieve in your life. You both may have similar goals or interests which will be very interesting. You may also talk about some intellectual topics like politics or Philosophy.

Your chemistry together would be fabulous. Like two puzzle pieces perfectly joining together and making sense. The date will be very nice, so don't worry about it. Just be yourself and show your true self. I'm also seeing you guys will want to have another date too. You both will look forward to meeting each other again. Lovely!

Pile 02

Wow! This date will be a surprise for you. Your fs won't tell u where they are taking you, as it will be a surprise for you. I'm also getting a scenario where you are literally blindfolded and when they show you the place you get very surprised.

Your fs can be a foreigner for some of you. This date will be in a different location or country than you live in currently. The date will be fun and entertaining. Your fs may buy or gift you a small piece of jewellery to keep as a memory.

The masculine will literally dress up their best on the first date ! I'm seeing someone putting on white shirt and perfume. This date can happen at a formal place like a fancy restaurant or bar. They would want to smell and look their best.

I'm also seeing that you guys may drink wine together as I'm seeing them pouring you a glass. They will talk about what you expect from them and whatever they can provide for you in the relationship. They are someone very selfless and giving.

For the feminines, I'm seeing that she was forced to show up on this date by their friend or family member. She is very busy and had to take out time from her schedule. The feminine will really show up in a silky satin dark purple and shiny dress. She will look very sexy and appealing. The masculine will get swayed by her appearance lmao.

About the actual date, I'm seeing love at first sight. You guys will fall for each other and you will be surprised by how great you two match together. You will be amazed by how different your ideologies are but still you guys do great together. You will take this as a sign as they are the one for you.

One thing specifically I'm getting is that please specify and clear your past in front of your fs on the first date itself. Some people may try to ruin things for you. please be careful and don't lie to your fs about anything. They are very understanding and will understand you.

You should also consider to have another date, as I'm seeing confusion for you. Take things slow and steady.

Pile 03

This date will happen after you've got stable in your career and now you wanna explore love in your life. For some I'm also seeing that you will be in your 30s when this date takes place, take whatever resonates. It's never too late for love.

You may consult your friends or even a tarot reader before the date for necessary precautions because Your mind will feel somehow conflicted and underconfident. But your angels will be supporting you.

Wow, for your fs i can see that they really are in love with you and want to propose you for marriage as soon as possible. It's because they love you so much and don't wanna lose this great opportunity.

They will be daydreaming about you and trying to brush up their flirting skills. They really wanna woo you fr.

You guys can meet in a hospital or a court, some strict and structured place is what i can see. Or their/your profession can be lawyer, doctor, teacher, professor etc.

Your first date can be in a zoo, animal shelter, park, or you can try pottery,painting or some hand craft thing on your first date.

This occasion will heal your inner child a lot. You will finally be at peace and feel like home with your person. You'll feel better and lighthearted. You won't even realize how fast the time passes. You will get this feeling on the first date itself that they are your counterpart, the one you're meant to be with. It will feel serendipitous.

I can also see that your fs has both fire and water signs in their chart prominently.

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[wosohermoso]

Lucy Bronze

Jealousy - 18+

Warnings: smut (fingering), fluff, angst

Reader gets jealous when a waitress tries to hit on Lucy. (Do i make a pt.2 where Lucy gets jealous?)

Myself and Lucy hadn’t been dating long, our relationship still a secret from most people besides our close friends and family. We hadn’t actually planned on telling anyone so soon considering it had only been a few months, but with being around Lucy’s friendship circle and teammates, word of us being together kind of just - spread - although we were in no means trying to hide it.

We had been on holiday in Spain with a few of Lucy’s teammates for just over a few days now, all just enjoying the few days we had together after the World Cup, but me and her had decided to go for dinner away from the others just to spend some quality time together.

As we sit at the table waiting to be served, Lucy reaches over from opposite me, intertwining our fingers in a subtle but romantic way.

“You look gorgeous” She smiles, her thumb delicately brushing over my fingers.

“You don’t look too bad yourself” I giggle, her eyes burning into mine as she lets out a small chuckle.

“Y’know y-” Lucy begins to speak before she’s cut off by the waitress.

“Are you ready to order?” She smiles at me, and i peer down at the menu. My Spanish isn’t the best, so I order in English, letting her know what food I wanted. The waitress jots down my order with a small smile before turning to Lucy.

“-and for the pretty lady?” She says, watching Lucy carefully as her hand subconsciously leaves mine to pick up the menu. I giggle, Lucy is a pretty lady, there is no denying that. I don’t mind when others compliment her, especially knowing that shes mine. She deserves to know that she’s beautiful.

“What would you recommend?” Lucy asks as she looks back up at the waitress.

The waitress grins, placing her hand on the table besides my girlfriend as she leans over at the menu. She tucks a stray hair behind her ear before speaking.

“For you? I mean you cant go wrong with pasta. We have this-” she points “this tastes amazing, and its cooked specially by the head chef”

Lucy nods, “I’ll take your word for it”

The waitress takes note of our order before leaving and Lucy’s attention falls back on me.

“We’ve only got a few days left here and I want to make the most out of it, I was thinking tomorrow we could go to the beach- without the others obviously, I wanna spend as much time with y-”

“Wine- for you, hermosa” Lucy is cut off abruptly by the waitress placing one glass of white wine down on the table in front of Lucy. “Did you want a drink?” She then asks me.

My eyes narrow slightly, but still I keep my composure. Neither of us had ordered our drinks yet but she had come over with a glass for only my girlfriend. “Uh- yeah could I get a wine too please?” I ask with a small smile.

“One wine, is that all?” She asks and I nod.

After a short while our food arrives, “Pasta, for you-” she says, placing Lucys dish in front of her, “alllmost as beautiful as you” She says, earning a slightly awkward chuckle from Lucy. “And a pepperoni pizza for you” She states, placing my naff pizza in front of me. “Enjoy” She says, her hand resting briefly on Lucys shoulder before she leaves.

“What is her issue?” I blurt out earning a small look from Lucy.

“The waitress?” She asks, raising her brow slightly.

“Yeah. I don’t know. She’s acting strange.” I say as a shake my head a little.

Lucy shrugs, “no idea but this pasta looks incredible”

I roll my eyes. I was hardly ever the jealous type, but when tall, pretty, blonde waitress with a figure to die for very obviously has a thing for my girlfriend, its hard to not feel slightly annoyed. And when I look up to see her sat by the kitchen blatantly trying to catch Lucys eye, it only angers me even more.

“Shes staring at you” I state.

“Who?” Lucy frowns a little glancing round at the waitress.

“Don’t turn around, what the fuck?” I grab her hand, diverting her attention back to me.

Lucy looks at me with a small smirk.

“She probably just knows who I am” She chuckles. God her ego is so high, but i love it.

We finish our food in a comfortable silence, a few conversations about life together springing up between mouthfuls. Once we’re done, Lucy places my empty plate on top of hers and scoots them to the edge of the table and after a short while, the waitress returns.

“I see you’re helping me out” She grins at Lucy, motioning towards the plates that she had neatly stacked up to be taken. Lucy smiles at her “I try” she shrugs.

“Would you help me out in finding your instagram?” The waitress very confidently asks. Lucy looks up at her, her mouth open ever so slightly.

“Mine?” She asks in disbelief. The waitress nods.

“I- I mean yeah? Lucy replies, taking the waitresses phone. I watch her search for her own instagram before handing it back. I don’t think it meant anything, Lucy was just a people pleaser, but there’s a time and a place and that most definitely was not the right place - or time.

I sit back in my chair, my arms crossed as the waitress thanks Lucy. I had never been one to not stand my ground and so fighting the urge to say something was a fight I most definitely had lost.

“Do you wanna ask her to shag while you’re at it too?” I say under my breath, my eyes burning into the Blonde.

“Y/n?!” Lucy frowns at me in confusion. The waitress hadn’t heard it but Lucy definitely did. My eyes avert to Lucy with a cold glare, why on earth had she just given her her instagram right in front of my face. The waitress then thanks Lucy, giving her another small rub on the shoulder before leaving.

_

We were in the car in a not so comfortable silence. I must admit we were only in silence because I was in the worst mood known to man.

“You gonna speak or…?” Lucy strains out, her right hand rested on the steering wheel while her left placed comfortably on her thigh.

I stay silent.

“Y’know, jealousy looks quite nice on you” She states, earning a cold glare.

“What do you mean?” I frown, looking at her in complete disbelief.

“Jealousy. It looks good on you.” She states again before giving me a quick glance.

“If you think im jealous you can think again Lucy” I roll my eyes, shuffling slightly in my seat.

“Mkay” Lucy simply replies.

-

Once we arrive back at the villa we were renting, I take my shoes off, heading straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, Lucy following shortly behind. I feel her presence behind me as I lean over the sink.

“Whats wrong?” She asks softly, placing a small peck on my shoulder. I say nothing.

“Are you still jealous about that gir-”

“Lucy I told you, I’m not jealous.” I state before turning around. Lucy places her hands either side of me, resting comfortably on the counter behind me. She scans my face with a small smirk.

“I’ll take your word for it” She shrugs.

“Like you took her insta” I roll my eyes, earning a small chuckle.

“No. She took mine..”

“Luce?! You need to stop being so cocky about it because honestly it’s not a good look. We were on a date.. and she was all over you like a weeping back boil” I frown, attempting to cross my arm with my water still in my hand.

“So you are jealous” She grins at me, delicately taking my water from my hands and placing it behind me. “Why are you jealous?” She says lowly, her lips feathering against my neck. She cannot serious right now. The stubbornness in me heightened.

“Im not.” I state. Before giving her shoulders a small pat and worming out of the embrace she had me in.

I make my way to our bedroom and sit in defeat on the bed. I was kinda hoping she’d follow and maybe give me a cuddle, make me aware that there was absolutely nothing to worry about, but Lucy was so carefree. She probably didn’t mean anything by the whole interaction with the waitress, I just found it slightly disrespectful, but I knew I was being silly.

It takes Lucy a good half hour before she joins me, giving me a small light tipped smile as she slouches onto the bed besides me above the covers, before leaning over and giving me a quick peck on the lips. She could tell I still wasn’t in the best of moods, but I was slowly starting to get over the uncomfortable date we had had. That was until I saw her scroll through her insta notifications and hover over the new follow she had gotten. It was the waitress. Dont click on it. She clicked on it. She gave the waitresses insta a small skim over before swiping off. I was glad she didn’t follow back, but still I was annoyed. Not at Lucy, just the blonde.

I reach over, taking Lucys phone and locking it before placing it on the bedside table and very abruptly repositioning myself so that I was straddling my girlfriend. Lucy looks up at me in disbelief before opening her mouth to speak, “What are you doi-”

“Shut up.” I cut her off before smashing my lips onto hers.

It doesn’t take her long to widen her mouth, letting my tongue brush against hers, her hands instantly trailing along my thighs before resting on my ass. My tongue roamed her mouth as I took out almost all of my frustration out on her lips while the frustration in other places only grows. Lucy’s breath hitches as my lips trail down her neck, sucking harshly at the sensitive spot just below her ear as my hand creeps up under her shirt to squeeze at her breast. “Jesus christ, y/n” She groans out, her fingertips roaming my thighs and ass as I continue to make out with her neck, sucking and licking every one of her sweet spots. Her hands graze up my back, creeping their way under my shirt where her nails dig into my skin ever so seductively before coming back down to rest on my waist. Our lips meet again, more passionately than before, earning another small groan.

I felt her shuffle underneath me, her knees bending as she raises her hips slightly to try and get just a little bit of friction where she needed it most.

I reposition my legs so that I’m in between hers, before training my kisses down once more. Placing seductive but soft kisses back down her neck to her collarbone as I pull up her top, revealing her braless breasts. I try my hardest not to moan out at the sight of her as I dip my head down to suck delicately on her right nipple, my left hand working its magic on the other. Lucy’s nipples were always sensitive, and I knew that with just a small touch she’d be a complete and utter moaning mess. Her breath begins to shake as I caress her breasts, my tongue flicking against her nipple before my mouth moves on to the other. I feel her hand leave my hip and drag up my back before her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling at the roots sensually. Her hips buck slightly and I knew exactly where she needed me most.

My hands glide down her body as my lips find their way back to hers, my hand very swiftly slipping into her panties. She was wet. So wet. Just how I liked her.

I start to rub slow circles against her clit as her breath shakes and her eyes tighten shut. Her hands finding her way under the waistband of my shorts where they grip onto my ass tightly.

“Get your hands off me” I say, Lucy’s eyes widening in confusion. I smirk down at her. “Hands. Off”

She removes her hands from my shorts, holding them up by her head in defeat as my fingers pick up pace, earning the most leg clenching moan from my girlfriend. “What has gotten into you?!” She breathes out, before moaning against my lips. I pull my head away slightly.

“Jealousy.” I state, before my fingers plunge inside her.

Her back arches in pleasure, and at that moment she had no care for what I had to say, and to be honest, neither did I. I watch her squirm underneath me as my fingers curl inside her, hitting the spot she needed it most. “God, y/n” she moans out.

My fingers leave her as I kneel between her legs, pulling her shorts down her thighs and off her legs in a quick and swift motion. I gaze down at her slightly swollen clit, and oh how I wished my tongue against it right now.

She watches me in frustration as I tease her pussy. My fingers delicately grazing over her hole. “Y/n please..” She groans out as I stare at her.

I was hardly ever dominant with Lucy. But today was different. Today all I wanted to do was claim her as my own, make her know that shes mine and only mine.

My fingers slowly slip back inside her, moving slowly but harshly against her gspot. Soft moans escape her lips as I work my magic.

My other hand caressing her nipples, pinching, squeezing and rolling them in all the right ways as she squirms underneath me before it trails down between the valley of her breasts, down her stomach, and find their way to her clit. And with that I do everything I can to send her completely over the edge. “Y/n” She moans out, louder than before, the tension between my own legs only growing. “Let me touch you” She whimpers, her hands entering my shorts yet again.

“No” I say, as I slow down the pace of my fingers, briefly taking my fingers out of her to remove her hands from me. Lucy lets a small huff of defeat out as my fingers re enter her.

I curl my fingers inside her feeling her tighten around me, her back arching in pleasure. She was close, so close, but I could tell she was holding back. She wanted to touch me so bad, she’s a people pleaser - like I said. But she should have thought about that when she gave the flirty waitress her instagram earlier.

Her eyes tighten as I feel her clench around me and I quicken the pase of my fingers against her clit. Her body almost rolls over as she comes undone, moaning out my name in pleasure as she cums around my fingers, dripping down a little to my knuckles. She pants aggressively, small moans still escaping her lips as she comes down from her high and my fingers leave her body.

“Y/n, let me-” She quivers as her hands try to roam my body yet again.

“No, you’re not done yet” I cut her off, grabbing her wrists to lift her up, “get in the shower” I state, getting up off of the bed and dragging her with me.

I hear her let out a short giggle as she holds on to my hand and follows me into the bathroom, before spinning me round and pushing me up against the sink.

“Told you jealousy looks good on you” She grins down at me. I frown slightly.

“Knees. Now” I state, guiding her down by her shoulders.

She was in for it tonight.

#lucy bronze #woso one shot #woso smut #lionesses #reader x lucy bronze #lucia bronze #leah williamson #smut #woso x reader

[simpforrooster]

stand in my way. pt. 2 

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F!MitchellReader

read part one here!

rooster tries so hard to win back y/n. a/n: here it is!! long awaited part two! I hope y'all like it! tag list at the bottom, I hope I got everyone! so sorry it took so long! perfectionism started setting in, and I was afraid y'all wouldn't like it o.O

& tried again when he was sober, Rooster did.

He sauntered into the Hard Deck in one of his fucking Hawaiian shirts the next night. Thinking he was hot shit. 

He knew he was.

Rooster’s lips dropped into the most sensual grin you’ve ever seen. He pulled a single red rose from behind his back. He was hitting low. The boy knows how much you love the Bachelor. 

You took the rose in your hand when he held it out to you. Taking a long whiff of the sweet fragrance, you looked him in the eye and delivered your blow. 

“Thank you, Lieutenant.”

That grin fell from Rooster’s face so fast. 

~ 

The next time was very similar. 

Your dad had the crew out on the beach for some dogfight football. 

Watching your boyfriend-ex?-dance around in the sun shirtless was almost your undoing. His Ray-Bans kept falling down his nose, and he’d send you a quick wink when he’d catch you staring. 

You’d be certain to turn your attention back to Penny. 

Can’t have him thinking he was going to win you back that easy. 

Once the game concluded, a Rooster-sized shadow covered you. Placing a hand on the back of your chair, he leaned down, situating his mouth right by your ear. 

“You, me, and The Island. 8pm.” 

The Island was where the two of you had your first date. It’s one of few swanky restaurants in Fightertown U.S.A. The date ended with you tangled up with Rooster in the back of his Bronco. 

“The Bronco is a given, of course,” he added, seemingly reading your mind. You prayed silently, hoping Rooster didn’t see how he affected you. 

“But, my dad’s been in the best mood ever, you know, with you ‘staying away from his little girl’.” 

Penny hid her chuckle in her drink almost expertly. 

Rooster didn’t respond. Just nodded and walked back to the crew with his tail tucked between his legs. 

~

His next showcase allllmost got you. He decided to take a page out of his and your dad’s book. 

While you were drowning your Rooster-less sorrows in your third glass of wine, he and Bob came up to you. Bob’s face was beet red, and Rooster kept sending him encouraging looks. 

Rooster cleared his throat, and broke out into a terrible rendition of “You've Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’”. The entire bar was into it. Cheering them on. 

Your face was just as red as Bob’s. All that attention on you wasn’t your favorite. 

What got you, was your dad chuckling across the bar. You met his eye, and he sent you a wink. Rooster had talked to him. That’s where he got the idea. Maybe they fixed things?

You still felt so bad, knowing you kept this huge secret from Rooster.

But he still hadn’t apologized. Rooster thought he could just waltz back in and charm his way out of this. He was always charming his way out of things.

Not this time. 

You were standing your ground. 

When the men finished singing, Rooster looked at you so expectantly, his brown eyes full of hearts. You swallowed your want to pull him into your arms, and answered him with a swig of your wine. 

The heartbreak that settled in those brown eyes was almost too much to bear. It was like a little boy who just found out his little caterpillar just got squished. 

You caught your dad’s similar expression. 

Not being able to handle the eyes on you, you set your glass down and ran out of the bar. 

~ 

Rooster catches you as you struggle to open the door of your car. Tears have made it hard to see what your doing. 

You hit the lock on your keyfob, didn’t you?

The tears have started falling harder and harder. You can’t shake the look on Rooster’s face when you basically rejected him in front of a bar full of people. 

“Y/N, baby, calm down.” 

His arms slide around your shoulders, holding you up as you try to slide down onto the ground. You instantly relax into his strong chest, finally feeling like you were home. Your sobs rock deep in your chest. 

Rooster pushes you out at arms length. His finger comes under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. Tears rim his own eyes, and his hurt hits you like a ton of bricks. 

“Honey, I am so sorry.” His voice breaks. “I should have never insinuated I ever started dating you to get back at your dad.”

You don’t respond, wanting more. Needing more. 

His hands rest on either side of your face, holding you like you’re his whole world. 

“Y/N, I have been broken these past few days. No contact with you, it’s worse than almost anything. You’re my constant.” 

His thumb reaches over, wiping away a stray tear that rolls down your cheek. 

“God, I’m lost without you, baby. I can’t fly my fucking plane right, your damn picture in the cockpit distracting me every time I go up.”

He leans in with every word, stopping a breath away from your lips. 

“I’m so fucking sorry.” 

"Rooster, I am sorry too, I should have told--"

Rooster cuts you off with a vehement shake of his head. "No. No. Mav and I talked. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. He's your dad, I get it."

You answer him by grabbing the collar of his hideous Hawaiian shirt. Pulling him against you and attaching your lips onto his. You’ve caught him off guard, and he presses you against your car. Rooster’s kisses are urgent, like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear right from under him. 

One hand rests against the car, keeping most of his weight off you, and his other wraps around your waist. His strong fingers press into your skin, pulling your lower half against him. 

He’s drinking you in, and it almost feels inappropriate to be kissing him like this, knowing anyone can walk out the bar and see the two of you. 

Especially your dad. 

“Forgive me, girl,” Rooster says against your lips. You can’t get a word in with the way his lips work against yours. “I’m so fucking sorry.” 

“Rooster, you big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever,” you murmur against his lips. 

You’re not the only one who talked to Mav. 

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[darling--angst-archived]

One Last Drink

TW! Underaged drinking, mentions of death, cheating, suicide, bombing, Dazai, Pure angst :')

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x Mafia! Reader

Synopsis: When Osamu Dazai decided to leave the Port Mafia to be on the side of good per his friend's wishes his lover was left behind. He decided to drink with her, little did he know it will be their last.

A/n: I apparently like to make Dazai suffer on his birth month especially :)

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Dazai comes to another bar as he dragged you along with him. There were some times he would go to bars and drink because of stress, today was like those days. You sat on the bar stool as you ordered yourself some wine. You decided to drink and your could only clench your fist as you watched him flirt with another woman. You were in a romantic relationship with him, yet it never seemed that way; you were more like his subordinate than his lover. He's already eighteen, it's been 2 years since you two fell in love.. Maybe two years was the expiration date of your relationship. You tightened your grip on the glass as you tried to control the tears from flowing. He was already drunk yet sweet seductive words keep slipping from his mouth as he flirted with another customer. As a small tear escaped your eyes, you looked down and ordered for another shot.

"You okay miss.?" The bartender asked giving you your glass.

"I don't know.." You lips quivered. The bartender glanced at Dazai then back at you.

"Is that your boyfriend?" He mumbled

"mhm" you said with a small nod. The conversation ended that way, you paid for your drink and walked out on Dazai. You hoped that he noticed it and would come to you. As you went down the stairs, your tears kept flowing out. You started the car and your hopes were crushed as you waited for minutes and he didn't come. There were two possibilities on why: he didn't notice you because he was too busy or he didn't care. It was probably both.

You started the car and left. Stopping at the beach side, you leaned back to the car seat. Biting your lip, you cried; ignoring all the phone calls. The moon lit up the dark road and it your tears became dry and salty. Your eyes became red from all those crying. Your vision began to blur as you cried yourself to sleep.

When you finally calmed down, the sun was already setting and looking at your phone; you had 6 missed calls and 9 texts from your boss, 18 missed calls and 41 texts from Chuuya. Thinking it was an emergency, you quickly started the car and drove to the Port Mafia. Upon arriving, you rushed to the boss's office not caring about the murmuring of people. You didn't care to knock, you barged in the door and was met with an angry Chuuya and beside was your boss, Mori Ogai.

"I didn't expect that a traitor such as you would have the guts to show up here!" Chuuya hissed. You were puzzled, looking at Koyou in the back she only had a disappointed expression.

"After all, you do know what happens to traitor don't you Y/n.?" His expression darkened and he started to glow.

"Stop Chuuya-kun." Mori ordered and Chuuya halted

"But why boss? She's a traitor along with that fucking suicidal maniac!" Chuuya insisted but was cut off by Mori.

"it seems she doesn't have anything to do with it, let alone know about it" he said as Chuuya's eyes widened. While Koyou's expression changed from disappointment to pity.

"W-wait.! What the fuck are you all talking about?!" You stuttered, panicking at the situation.

"Dazai-kun left the Mafia..." Mori sighed, as your eyes widened. Even though you always took control of your emotions, now you couldn't. A tear escaped your already reddish eyes.

"hah! Is this a joke?" Your voice was low yet loud enough for them to hear.

"no.. Y/n.. he really- that bastard fucking left" Chuuya walked towards you, his attitude softened and his gaze fell on your pitiful state. You bit your lower lip to suppress your feelings. Honestly, you didn't know what to feel; part of you felt like you needed him and that you want to cry, another part was mad at him for leaving, and most of you felt like you're going to break. Your eyes became lifeless and bland much to Chuuya's surprise, he frowned in response.

"I see..." You breathed.

"Chuuya-kun please take her back to her apartment" Mori ordered.

"Yes boss" Chuuya muttered.

Nothing much happened. Now you were on the backseat of his motorcycle, while he whispered 'sorry' to you. He comforted you during the ride, while you cried on his back. He sighed, normally he'll get mad because his expensive coat is now stained with tears; but now he couldn't, after all you were left by Dazai too. You both drove past the beautiful lights of Yokohama, as he offered you to drink with him in which you agreed to. When you both got off the motorcycle, and you said your goodnights. Suddenly, a loud click went off one that made you two halt, making eye contact. Explosions went off and your mind was blurry afterwards.

4 years later

Footsteps are heard on the dungeons of the Port Mafia, the one held captive was quite special. It was Dazai Osamu in the flesh, the one who left the PM alive, an executive, the 'Demon Prodigy', who everyone had feared. He planned to be held captive after all, he calculated every moves and appearances that would be made. Starting from taunting and provoking Akutagawa. His eyes widened and he clicked his tongue in annoyance as he realized who'd be there next. The footsteps got closer and the outline of a short man is seen.

"Oh? Well isn't it you on the flesh?" Chuuya taunted getting closer to Dazai as he pulls his hair.

"Out of all people why does it have to be you?" Dazai muttered annoying him. Chuuya walked away after kicking and punching him as the other chuckled and now Dazai snapped his fingers, his chains breaking and his hands are free.

"So. How's Y/n?" Dazai remarked making Chuuya halt.

"Hhm? What's wrong?" Dazai asked but Chuuya was quiet and clenched his fist tighter. Chuuya whispered something but he couldn't hear making him ask again.

"She's... Dead, Dazai" Chuuya responded, as Dazai's eyes widened in shock.

"The night you disappeared from the organization, she cried; so we planned to open up a bottle of Petrus 1889 at my apartment but.... Some asshole put a bomb on my motorcycle and it.. it exploded on both of us; she took most of the damage" Chuuya explained biting his lips roughly. Dazai was speechless.

He kept quiet, then he remembered. He was the one to put a bomb on his motorcycle. The day that Oda died, he left the Port Mafia per his wishes; but he decided to have a drink with you. For some reason you left and he was there speechless, he was about to say his plan and a promise to come back but you left. The night he left was the day that you died.

Now he won't be able to see the smile that he loves the most. He didn't let himself get captured by the Port Mafia. He planned to be there to get information about Atsushi and the black market but... Part of him wanted to be captured so he would see your radiant and e/c eyes, so he could see your glistening skin and silky hair once again; but that plan was gone. He could no longer call himself human anymore, he was the one that caused your death. He sometimes wondered if the world hates him since the day he was born for sorrows to chase him every single day.

He loved you too much and the same goes for you. You were the only one who decided to value his birthday. The day of June 19 is the day he never liked because it was the day that mischief had started. Yet you didn't, you valued the day he was born because it was the day that a man you loved was born. The book that he always carried and read was from you. He loved suicide so you bought him a book for his special day, yet you made him promise that the day he finally succeeds in taking his life you would be left at least a note. He promised you that and you promised him that you won't die on him like everyone he loved did. Everytime he tried to commit suicide he made a note and it was addressed to you.

Time skip~~

He felt empty without you. As he put a photo in his pocket, his steps became smaller and smaller. Then he fell down. Never could he be more at peace with you on his mind. The death of his lover four years ago was something he could've never predicted. After all it was his fault you were in a coffin and could now only seen in pictures. The picture flew out as he fell, it was your anniversary picture, a memory he never wants to forget. There you both were smiling happily, including him. A gentle smile he had when he was with you is something he could never replace like the facade of masks he has, and a smile he could never put on without you.

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[casual-tarot]

Pick a Pile: What your friends love about you

Pile 1

You're an optimist! You see the good in just about every situation and you see the endless possibilities ahead of you. You're not one to back down just because the going gets tough. If you get beat down by life, you always bounce back up. Your friends admire this about you, they wish they could have your optimism, could see the world from your eyes. You're also an incredibly and creative person. You're dream job may include being a creative in some way; music, art, photography, writing, etc. Your friends love your creations and are inspired by them. You are a very generous person as well, if someone needs your help, you won't hesitate to do what you can. You Love helping people if you're able to. And that's the thing, you know when to pull back and away from things. If you need time to think or to heal, you pull back and spend time alone to rejuvenate. You won't overextend yourself and that makes people admire you. You might also be a healer, a good one at that. You help lift people up without straining yourself. You welcome help from others and pat them on the back for a job well done. Inspiring!

Lucky Colors and Numbers; Shades of Orange, Shades of Pink, Fuchsia, Hot pink, White, Green, Light Shades of Blue, 5, 9, 19, 22, 48, 55, 74

Signs, Symbols, and Phrases; Skunks, Spiders, Foxes, Arctic Foxes, Flowers, Pink Flowers, Snow, Webs, The Moon, New Moon, The Night Sky, Stars, The Galaxy, Uranus, Mars, Wine and Wine Glasses, Leo, Scorpio, Pisces, 2, 22, 9, 3, 33, 12, 99

Some Advice: Spend some time with friends. Hone in on your creativity, make something new. Take a break, go on vacation if you can, maybe somewhere with a beach or a lake, maybe you can even surf a little bit. Focus on some of your hobbies, enjoy yourself. Focus on self love, though I get the feeling that you're already doing that. Buy some new clothes and/or accessories. Honestly your doing pretty well for yourself and I don't feel like I need to give you much advice, it seems you k ow perfectly well how to take care of yourself. Good for you!

Pile 2

You are kind and extremely loyal. Your friends feel like they can trust you with just about everything. You always stand with them to help make the best decisions they can, and you always lift them up. You're very supportive and your friends are incredibly thankful for that. You're very intuitive and you tend to trust your gut. Your friends admire this because your gut is usually correct. You're very good at picking up on vibes and will clock a bad person as soon as you meet them. Sometimes you get overwhelmed with priorities going on in your life, but you always take a step back and let yourself breath. As soon as you realize you're stressed, you stop and think. You plan and map things out, and you make sure to add some leisure time in there as well(although I think you could stand to take a bit more time for yourself). You refuse to let things overwhelm you, too stubborn to let things really pile up. You're friends admire your drive, and wish they could hold that same ambition. You seem to be well connected to people. Maybe you know a lot of people and are good friends with most of them, or maybe you only know a handful that you have an extremely close bond with. Either way, you are well liked and people feel like they can talk to you about anything, even if you just met. You aren't very judgmental, you tend to see everyone's point of view, even if you don't agree with them. You're friends wish they had that same optimistic view in people. You don't focus on the bad things happening in life, you take it in stride with grace. You aim for success, you're ambitious but not in a way where you let it consume you. You are very healthy about taking breaks. Your friends really admire that one lol. You seem like a very compassionate person, you're friends are very thankful for that.

Lucky Colors and Numbers; Light plum, Whites, Lighter Purples, Light Browns, Beige, Caramel Browns, Coffee Stained Browns, Shades on the Spectrum of Light Orange to Hot Pink, Gray's, Light and Pastel Pinks, 10, 8, 99, 48, 22

Signs, Symbols, and Phrases; Whales, Butterflies(especially purple ones), Peacock's(especially males), Ants(especially if they're lined up), Snakes, Seals, Hawk's, Turkey Vultures, New Moon, Waxing Crescent Moon, The Moon as a Whole(Especially Crescent), Uranus, Venus, Neptune, Scorpio, Aquarius, Capricorn, Aries, Taurus, Fire and Flames, Fire signs, Plants, Sprouts, Earth signs, Farming, Wine and Wine Glasses, 10, 6, 12, 3, 9, 2, 4, 22, 33, 7, 77, 66, 1

Some Advice: You may have a hard time listening to friends. Whether that be because you're too busy or focused on your own problems or because they sometimes bring you down, it's good to take a moment to sit down and listen to them. Lend an ear. That being said, don't over extend yourself, I'm not saying to go way out of your way to comfort someone. If you don't have the time or mental strength, don't force it. But it is definitely a good reminder for you to check in on your friends and see how they're doing. I think you have a lot of good karma, and it's coming back your way. All that good you put out into the world if finally coming back to you, good things in your future! I'm getting the vibe that some of you don't think you deserve good karma or didn't do enough good deserve it, but rest assured you did do good. You deserve all the good things coming your way, even if you don't believe it. It doesn't matter if you think you deserve it or not, the universe knows and is sending back your good karma like punch to the face haha.

Pile 3

Immediately getting the vibe that you're adventurous. You like to have fun and chill out. Maybe a night owl? You love going out with friends. You may be the type to buy the next round of drinks if you're able to. Your friends just think you're an overall cool person to hang out with. Rarely do they think of going somewhere without you. You are a strong, confident person. Someone who isn't afraid to stand up for a friend or to send back an order you know is wrong. But you're also kind, in a loud energetic sort of way. If you watch anime, think of those beefy sunshine characters(like kirishima or goku) that are always smiling and yelling, thats the vibe I get from you haha. You have a critical eye, maybe a good sense of intuition, you know the perfect path to take to get what you want. This applies with people, places, and even events. Your friends trust you make the right call in a lot of things. You seem like a leader, it might never be said but you might be the one introduce your friends to new places and experiences. Your friends really look up to you. You're not one to look back at "what ifs," you make your decisions and continue forward assured, knowing you made the right choice at that moment. You know you can't change the past and continue on into the future, knowing it's your past that has made you into who you are today. When you make a decision, you go all in on it, confidently, even if it turns out to be "wrong" later on. You pride yourself in not dwelling on past mistakes. You are very assured of yourself, whether that be in personality, looks, your job, whatever. You know your worth in all aspects and don't let people talk down to you because of it. You are very confident in spending your money, when you go out especially. Like I said before, the type to buy a round for everyone or pay for dinner. Rest assured, you're friends don't love you because of this, they love you because of you. They don't care if you have the money to hang out because they just want you to be there. You're very generous with your close friends, and they love giving back when they can. I'm getting the sense that they love getting you gifts and paying for the check as a thank you. They see your overt generosity as charming, something they fondly roll their eyes at. They are thankful to have you as a friend.

(Note: I had a lot of trouble articulating myself with this one, maybe that's something you struggle with too. You might have so much to say in your brain but your mouth can't keep up haha. I'm hearing adhd for some of you.)

Lucky Colors and Numbers; All Shades of Purple, Peaches and Light Pinks, Salmons, Fuchsia, Dark Blue, Black, White, Light Browns and/or Beiges(especially for accessories), 74, 57, 85, 88, 14, 33, 56, 55, 32, 5, 87, 91, 911

Signs, Symbols, and Phrases; Hawk's, Snakes, Whales, Blue Whales, Mice, Sharks, Cougars, Ants, Coyotes, Spiders, Rabbits, Gray Rabbits, Salmons, Koi Fish, Dolphins, White flowers, the Sea, Waves, Mountains, Snow, Yellow flowers, Blues, Reds, Twilight, Evening Sky, Pink Sky, Webs, Stars, Koi Fish Art, Dark Purple, Dark Purple Sky with Stars, A Dark Purple Sea Glittering in the Light, Chiron, Pluto, The Sun, Mercury, North Node of the Moon, New Moon, Waxing Crescent Moon, Last Quarter Moon, Full Moon, Virgo, Aries, Pisces, Aquarius, Libra, Sagittarius, Windy Clouds, Fast Moving Clouds, Storm Clouds, Puffy Clouds, Fire and Flames, 5, 55, 555, 10, 4, 6, 1010, 1, 7, 44, 3, 33, 11, 77, 444, 333, 777, 7777, 22

Some Advice: I get the feeling that you love hanging out with friends, but remember to take some time for yourself too. Go out alone, just chill, or maybe even meet new people. Maybe take a vacation for yourself, or with a loved one, away from your group of friends and just with the people/person/pet closest to you lol. Balance your alone time with the time you spend with friends, even your extroverted side needs a break sometimes. Take a day off or stay home when you would normally go out. Watch TV, play some video games, or try something new altogether. Try out some new creative hobbies, or get back into old ones. I'm getting the vibe that you haven't been letting your creativity shine lately, let it out. Your work is perfectly balanced, what I mean by that is you can take a break. Everything is ok, they can handle a day or two without you there helping. So take a day off from work too, even if you don't think you need it. It can still help! Some of you definitely overwork, so you people especially should heed this advice. Take whatever resonates with you. I guess the major message here is basically this; take a break, take a vacation, and let yourself relax alone.

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[abiiors]

birthday surprise - matty x reader

part 2 of matty's birthday weekend a/n: this is scheduled. by the time this goes up, i will (hopefully🤞🏼) be on a beach somewhere, day drunk 😌 cw: vomit (because hungover), dramatic (because sad), once again vague descriptions of depression. some kissing and suggestive stuff. idiots friends to lovers wc: 3.1k

george’s massive hand rests on matty’s back while he retches into the toilet. 

his head pounds mercilessly, the sunlight streaming in through the window is barely helping and the soured wine churning in his stomach comes back up once again, leaving him gasping for air. a loud splash echoes in the bathroom and matty groans, gagging a bit more. 

george is a good friend. he lets matty lean on him and holds the glass of water so matty can slowly sip from it.

it barely works though. he feels like shit regardless, and none of it can be cured by water or food or painkillers. 

george helps him get back to bed once matty feels slightly better. the whole time neither of them say a word. matty doesn’t know how much of last night has been told to his friend—does he know the precise way in which matty fucked up? did he see matty in the act? overhear the conversation accidentally? 

george’s face looks completely blank. he does all the right things—sets a glass of water and a few painkillers next to matty, grabs him a bucket, draws the blackout curtains. he even offers to get breakfast.

“fry up from that small cafe down the street,” he says in a hushed voice. “come on, greasy food’s good for hangovers.”

matty mumbles something like a vague yes, if only so george would step out of the house for a bit. once he’s out, matty searches for his phone, wedged somewhere between the mattress and the headboard. the sudden brightness makes him wince but once he manages to open his eyes, he checks for messages and missed calls. 

apart from one missed call from george and one from jamie, there’s nothing. 

nothing from her. 

not one message. 

the last message he’s sent to her sits at read—it’s nothing special, just the address to the pub they were going to meet at. and then… yeah, matty remembers how well that went. 

he remembers the last look on her face before she stormed off. 

then it’s just a fog.

his throat feels clogged, his eyes sting but no tears come. matty just lays there, curled up like a pathetic worm, clutching his pillow until seconds or minutes or hours later george re-enters his room. 

“right, come on,” he flings the covers off matty, making him feel a sudden draft of cold air. “i’m not getting you breakfast in bed, mate. you’re hungover, not an invalid.”

“‘m not hungry,” matty mumbles. his voice is hoarse and his throat hurts—probably the vomiting—but it’s nothing in comparison to his head. a delayed realisation hits him that he never took the painkillers. 

george huffs. “don’t be a diva.” and if matty had any strength he would absolutely be offended by that. then again maybe george doesn’t know the full extent of last night. 

“seriously george—”

“matty. you’re going to get out of bed and come to the kitchen. we are going to eat and then we are going to talk about last night.”

well… there goes that. a stubborn side of him wants to be an absolute ass and dig his feet in. say all sorts of mean things to george just so he’d leave. but isn’t that what got him here in the first place? he really isn’t in the position to hurt more people in his life. 

like a small child matty drags his feet the entire way to the kitchen, turning his nose up at the food on the table. (even though it looks really good and his stomach does growl now that he can smell the food) george doesn’t egg him on any further. he just motions to the chair and slides a mug of coffee in front of him.

“you said what?” 

it’s the eerily calm edge to george’s voice that makes matty shrink in his seat. he does feel better with some food in his stomach, physically at least. but the way george stares at him—eyes cold, lips pressed in a thin line—makes him feel sick to his stomach all over again. 

“i said– i– i said it was the first of april, i told her it was a joke.” his voice is a pathetic whisper, words drowned by shame and guilt and self-hatred. matty wishes he could go back in time and undo it all. he won’t say any of it. 

he won’t even touch the wine in the first place. 

“right after you said i love you.”

“yeah.”

“huh.”

easy for george to say that. it’s not his love life blowing up in his face right now. matty stabs the tomato next to his half-eaten toast, watching it spill its guts onto the plate. red. just like last night. 

he remembers that part of it. 

“what happened after? how did i… get home?”

george goes a bit silent for a second, not meeting matty’s eyes which sets alarm bells ringing in his head. 

“do you really not remember?”

when matty shakes his head, george just sighs and then softly says her name. “she called charli, crying a lot and i figured something went down. i called you–don’t you remember that?” when matty’s blank face gives him the answer, george continues, “you sounded really awful like… you were gasping for breath. i could barely understand you. so i thought i’d pick you up and get you home. i’m glad i did.”

in all of this the only part matty focuses on is her. and that she called charli crying a lot. of course, he thanks george but it’s only half-hearted, distracted. he can’t get the image of it out of his mind—her sobbing on the other end of the phone, barely able to get a word out. it breaks his heart all over again. 

he did that. 

this is all his fault. 

“matty… you have to make it right.”

that’s the biggest problem of it all—he doesn’t know how. what is he supposed to do, call her up and say: hey, so you know how i drunkenly said i love after which i assumed you looked at me with disgust and then i said it was all a joke and you stormed off? well it was not a joke i am seriously in love with you and i don’t know what happens to our friendship after this. 

yeah. there’s no way to put it any better. 

so he just nods. at least, that way he doesn’t have to answer to george right now. he’s figure out a way to do it later, once he doesn’t feel like a raisin. he’ll figure out a proper plan, build up the courage to call her. 

for now matty can only swallow the rest of the now-lukewarm coffee and hope that he can just sleep the rest of the day off. 

for three days after that, his messages stay on delivered. 

it’s a harrowing process, to pick up his phone and dial her number only for it to go to voicemail after the second ring. almost like she’d stabbed her thumb on the glaring red reject button. 

all his messages went unanswered too. all the—

hey

can we talk please?

please!

i just want to say sorry 

just hear me out

—all of them ignored, like all his other efforts to reach her through her friends. 

day four charli shows up at his doorstep, face twisted in a scowl, eyes like embers ready to singe him if he stepped one toe out of line, mayhem in tow. 

the puppy is his last straw. the fact that she sent mayhem back with charli instead of dropping him off herself… matty doesn’t even want to think what that means for him. for them. 

he mumbles a quiet “thanks” to charli, afraid of speaking anything louder. 

“if it weren’t for george—” she starts and swallows, as if she’s literally swallowing her anger. “nevermind. forget about it.”

and then she leaves him standing at his doorstep like a loser, mayhem’s leash in hand. 

much later he realises that the collar is different now, it’s no longer the slightly frayed old brown collar from before. this one is new. 

this one is green. a green that matches her hair… 

the thought of it makes his throat clog up with tears once again. when had she even had the time to go buy him a new collar? one to match her hair so perfectly? was it before or after he fucked up? matty scratches mayhem behind his ears who lets out a soft little whine and nuzzles him in return. maybe the puppy is sad too, maybe mayhem prefers being with her instead of being with him. 

the next few days he spends like a pig in a pigsty, surrounded by his own filth of food cartons and cigarette butts and coke cans. he makes it a mission to call her once every day—all of them go unanswered anyway so what’s the point?

by the time the seventh of april rolls around, matty doesn’t even bother thinking about his birthday anymore—there’s no pointing in celebrating it, he’s not even in the mood right now. one failed celebration is enough.

his friends, of course, have a whole different plan in mind. 

jamie shows up at his house the evening of the seventh, not ready to take no for an answer. it’s just a small dinner, he says, only friends and family. (matty knows that’s not true, knows it’s going to be a whole surprise party) but every “no” is met with a gentle refusal to accept it and so ultimately, he gives in and dresses up in his cleanest, least sad shirt. the one that least screams “i took my first shower of the week today”. 

jamie, to his credit, tries engaging him in conversation. matty, to his credit, tries not to answer in one syllable words. it gets exhausting real quick though, so they end up spending the rest of the car ride in silence.

everything that happens after is a blur in his mind—the pub looks ordinary from the outside, inconspicuous. everyone yells “surprise!” much like he predicted. matty smiles, cheery and fake. someone hands him a drink, which he tries to refuse but the person is too far away to hear him over the music now. his stomach roils at the thought of being in another pub, in the middle of another birthday party. 

he just wants to go home and curl up onto his bed and never move again. 

except…

matty’s heart stops when he spots a green head. 

he blinks rapidly, about to rub his eyes to make sure he didn’t hallucinate. maybe there are drugs in the air, maybe the (untouched) drink in his hands is actually spiked. 

but the green head moves and she steps away from behind george, a glass of some dark cocktail in her hands and her eyes trained on him. matty staggers to a stop, about to drop the glass in his hands. 

“hey…” her voice is hesitant, unsure when she first walks up to him. from behind her, george throws matty a look, his brow raised as if to say one chance, matty. better make it right.

of all the things that have happened today, this… this is the real surprise. 

matty stands there like an idiot, tongue-tied and wide-eyed, unable to come up with a simple “hi”.

“should we… uh, head outside?” it’s when she points vaguely behind her, to the smoking area, that he realises just how loud it is inside. the consistent beat of the song thumps through his chest, making him feel more anxious than ever. in a daze, he nods and then dutifully follows her outside. 

as soon as the door to the smoking area closes behind him, she whirls around, arms crossed in front of her chest, brows knit in an indecipherable expression. “talk.”

oh.

well, that’s what he had said to her hadn’t he? in all the text messages he had sent. that he just wants to talk. he just wants one chance. and now that the chance is here, his mouth's as dry as a desert. 

“i was… an idiot, no forget that, i was a real cunt to you. just like you said, i’m so sorry for the awful shit i said, i…” his words come out stilted and awkward. he has no idea where he’s going with this, he only knows he needs to earn her forgiveness somehow. 

even if he has to get on his knees. 

“i got drunk an–and cruel and said things i didn’t mean—”

“what things?”

“w-what?” 

“the things you didn’t mean,” she clears her throat, “what things were they? the part where you said i love you or–or the part where you said it was all a joke?”

matty’s insides feel like jelly all over again. it’s like he’s back where he was a week ago—just a boy, standing in front of the girl he loves, about to say the stupidest thing in the world. 

“well?”

“i didn’t mean it as a j–joke.” his voice comes out as a cowardly whisper, high pitched and barely audible. that’s no way to say the things he really wants to say! 

gathering all his courage, matty steps closer to her. to his utter surprise, she doesn’t step away. 

“it wasn’t a joke, what i said to you. i—” he chokes, nervously running a hand through his hair, wondering what the slight widening of her eyes means out of the million possibilities his brain’s already conjured up. 

“i know i was drunk and barely making sense but i meant it… i meant all of it.”

slowly, she uncrosses her arms, letting them dangle at her sides. the crease between her brows relaxes too. suddenly, it’a her taking a step forward until they’re toe-to-toe and she has to tilt her chin up to look him in the eyes. the moonlight shines bright on her face, the glitter gleams on her eyelids, and for a moment matty is completely awestruck. 

how is he meant to find words when she leaves him so completely tongue-tied?

“and what’s ‘it’, huh?”

the faint ringing in his ears starts up all over again and music from inside the pub floats through the walls, mellowed and somehow peaceful. this is it, he thinks. he fucked it up once, he absolutely cannot do it again. 

“i meant i… i love you. not as a friend. i mean n-no, of course, i love you as a friend but i also meant it as something more. not that you have to reciprocate! i just–it’s just what i feel—”

the rest of his words die on his lips. get cut off by someone else’s lips more like it. her lips. against his. 

matty’s eyes resemble wide saucers until her arms wrap around him, fingers tangling into his hair. her nails brushing against his scalp is what makes his body relax and suddenly matty’s kissing her back. 

tenderly, he holds her cheek, tucking away stray hair behind her ear. his other hand rests on her waist, too hesitant to grip her tightly but too scared to just let go. as if once he lets go of her, she’ll float away, far away from him again, out of his reach. matty’s sure she can feel his heart hammering in his chest. he’s not super proud of it but the kiss makes him forget all about being embarrassed. 

the feel of her tongue lighting teasing his lips is all that matters. 

she makes a sound at the back of her throat, almost a… moan and pulls away abruptly, looking shy all of a sudden. 

matty touches his lips with trembling fingers. 

“was that too—”

“are you joking?!” if he though his voice was breathy before, it has nothing on what he sounds like now. the sound that comes out of him is hoarse, like he’s struggling to breathe and it’s making him feel dizzy. the good kind of dizzy. “so i fucked up, majorly, might i add! and i get rewarded with a kiss?!”

she giggles, all anger from before melting away right in front of his eyes. “it was more to shut you up honestly, you would have been here all night. rambling.”

for the first time in a week, matty can finally breathe, can finally feel the blood in his veins flow again. for the first time in a week, matty feels like a person again. “it wasn’t a reward. just because you’re pretty and a good kisser doesn’t mean i’ll forgive you so quickly.” 

matty grins, “you think i’m pretty?” and promptly gets punched in the arm.

it takes them a moment to stop giggling, but when they finally sober up, she turns serious again. “seriously though, matty, it hurt me a lot, what you did. i think… i think i can set it aside for tonight but i’m going to need some time to figure things out. 

matty nods. of course, he knows the impact his words must have had. shame and guilt blooms deep within him, strong and acrid. 

“don't forgive me yet, love. forgive me when i earn it. forgive me when you think i’m worthy of it.”

when she kisses him again, it’s deeper than the last time. her entire body is pressed against his, so warm and soft in arms, exactly like he’s imagined countless times before. he can’t stop himself—can’t stop him from finally holding onto her waist, hand sliding down to her ass. can’t stop himself from pushing her back till her back hits the wall and a soft gasp leaves her mouth. every nerve ending in his body is on hyperdrive. everywhere she touches, electricity zings through him. 

matty slides his tongue in her mouth, pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth and soothing the sting away with his tongue. every time he feels her shiver, matty presses further into her. he just wants more and more and more—more than he can do here and now on this balcony. 

all his friends are inside for fucks sake. 

“you can start now,” she teases, smiling roguishly against his mouth. “you’d look quite nice on your knees, i think.”

blood simmers under his skin, rushing south all at once and this time it’s matty who shivers, struggling to stand upright. 

“yeah? that what you want, sweetheart?”

“take me home, please,” she says. and matty agrees in a heartbeat. 

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Chapter 7: Forbidden longing Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Word count: 4.2k Warning: NSFW, 18+ just in case, angst, dark thoughts, depressive thoughts, Wanda using her magic in a questionable way, Mommy!Kink, Summary: Wanda wanted to live the normal life she was never afforded, but something was always missing. Something she denied herself and buried deep inside. But watching you move next door, she quickly realizes that this may not be possible for much longer. Especially with all the interesting things she found in your thoughts. Chapter summary: Being alone in a new town can be hard. Especially when your past comes back to remind you of all the things you’re missing out on in life. Would Wanda be able to look the other way? Would she be able to stay away from you? Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8; Part 9; Part 10 Series materlist                                     Masterlist of all my works

On a Wednesday night you sighed as you sat on your balcony, a glass of wine resting on the table in front of you. You looked down at the pool, the lights at the edges giving the water a brilliant quality to it that you could easily get lost in. It was a beautiful view. You had many reasons to be happy, including the fact that you managed to hire the last needed person on your team today. By next Monday morning, everyone would have started onboarding, relieving some of the pressure this project had been putting on you, but you were feeling down. The days blurred together on weekdays and they dragged torturously slowly on weekends and you couldn’t find your balance. You needed an escape, a way to recharge in some way, but the one person who offered you respite, you had to cancel on, and now you didn’t have the courage to speak to her again, asking for some company, even when you needed it. Especially after the way you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her body every time she wasn’t looking. You couldn’t deny the woman her beauty and the allure of her maturity was obvious, which only made you shy away from her more. But this wasn’t the only thing weighing you down. You knew the source of your current frustration. You looked at your phone for a brief moment again, the image on the screen daunting. Your eyes lingered on the face of a blond woman, smiling at the camera. She looked happy. Really happy. God, why did that make you feel so dispirited? She hasn’t been in your life for years now. Perhaps it was her, that made you scared of thinking of Wanda, you thought distractedly. That blond woman, who had a cute girl on her arm, the two of them taking a selfie to the background of a sandy beach, she was your first girlfriend, your first ever love, the first woman to claim your heart and body. And she had destroyed you. You knew her since you were little. She was a friend of your mother’s and always so amazingly beautiful. Her glacier, icy blue eyes often seemed as cold as her demeaner, but you knew the woman had a soft side, she often kept hidden. To everyone else, she was one of the most influential, respected business women in your town, but when she was with you, her voice grew soft and sweet, her lips forming into a kind smile that very few knew, her touch so gentle, it almost felt like she was afraid you’d break. That soft side is actually what you fell in love with. You were awfully young, but that attraction stayed with you and during the summer after you turned 18, she finally admitted she knew of your feelings. You tried to deny it, of course, your heart hammering in your chest and your cheeks turning pink at the mention of it. You weren’t sure what you expected, but hearing her say that she shared in your feelings certainly wasn’t it. Yet, she told you she’d give you her heart. That you had it already and she’d do everything in her power to convince you that she was worthy of your affection. Her words and the sincerity behind them had your heart leaping. You wanted her love desperately, so you hid your relationship from your mother, knowing she would be against it. You spent afternoons after school sneaking though town, so you could meet her and your summer “interning” for her, having the time of your life. She knew how to lead, knew how to take control almost effortlessly and you were so happy to give in, so happy to let her take charge and guide you. She took her time to build your confidence and trust in her, took it so slow and steady, until you were ready. Eventually she became your first and you were thrilled to experience love and intimacy with her for the first time. You were happy with her, happy to be hers. And she was happy too. Having a pretty girl on her arm, one that looked at her with so much love and adoration, with so much affection, was all she wanted. When she asked you to take a gap year, between high school and college, so the two of you could spend more time together, you happily agreed, letting her make the decisions and choices you weren’t ready to face. She gave you a more permanent position with her, allowing you to save some money for college, while spending each day with her. She took you to so many of her “business trips”, which were no more than excuses, so she could take you on vacations and spoil you. It all looked wonderful on your resume too, so despite your mother’s very vocal disagreement of your choice, she let you go ahead with it… Now, years later, she told you, it was because she knew of your relationship. Disagreed with it wholeheartedly, and even almost threatened your now ex-girlfriend, but wanted you to be happy. And you were. You would have been happy to be with her for the rest of your life. But the things you loved about her and made you happy, were the same things she grew to dislike about you. In her eyes you were indecisive and rarely took initiative, always relied on her to help you and she was growing frustrated. After a couple of years into the relationship, she kept telling you that you’re a grown up, that you should be able to do things on your own, to deal with life on your own. You were so co-dependant and it was suffocating her. It was almost time for you to go to college and you kept asking her opinion for every decision, kept begging her to accompany you for every small thing, her presence providing calmness and reassurance, that you didn’t know how to function without. If only you knew how to tell her that. How to make her understand. One day, when you needed to go and shop for all your textbooks and supplies, you asked her to join you and she snapped. God, she looked so furious. For the first time since you’ve known her, she was as cold to you, as she was with everyone else, her voice a growl as she told you that you were such a useless little thing, incapable of doing even the smallest of things on your own. Your co-dependency was too much for her. She told you how sick she was of having to decide everything for you. Sick of carrying you through life, sick of seeing that pleading look in your eyes, waiting for her to save you. That day she broke up with you and broke your heart in the process too. The things she said echoed in your head for months. They fed your darkest fears, heightened your insecurity, until you couldn’t recognize yourself. You couldn’t pick yourself up from the floor, spending the remainder of your free weeks before college trying to grow the confidence to even attend. It was the worst pain you’ve ever known.   Eventually you thought of it as a lesson you had to learn. No one would want you the way you were with her. She told you that. And you believed it. You fought social anxiety and insecurity, trying to be independent and strong, trying to never be the way you allowed yourself to be with her. You were raised to be strong, your mother always reminded you, you were meant to lead, to be in control, to be powerful. And you were often told you’re good at it. People trusted you, you had a highly developed sense for justice and you cared about people. Yet, that was never what you wanted. You always felt safest under the blanket of another’s authority. Your next relationships were very different, but never worked out. You were never really yourself with those women and in return, they grew distant and eventually you broke up. At this point you thought that having a relationship that made you happy was impossible. No woman would care for your true self, would she? Your first girlfriend was the most patient of them all and even she had trouble to sometimes accept you and especially your kinks. She always hated it when you called her ‘’Mommy’’. You didn’t mean to, in fact it just slipped out sometimes, but it never failed to turn her off. She tried for you, of course, talked it through with you, but she always had a distaste for it, so you learned to keep it to yourself, never letting it slip out with other partners. No matter how much your other exes asked you about your fantasies or kinks, you never shared that one. You were sure that you would never meet a woman who would accept you, let alone share your preferences, choosing to forever keep them buried. And to keep them that way, you avoided the type of women, who actually attracted you most, knowing that sooner or later you’d slip… Perhaps that’s why you avoided Wanda? But she was kind, sweet, caring, she was always so gentle with you, yet assertive and strong, confident in herself and what she wanted. God, she was perfect! She was everything you ever imagined in a partner. Although that thought was absurd. You didn’t even know her… Truth be told, you shouldn’t even think of her. If you let yourself imagine what it would be like to be with her, you knew you’d fall for her so desperately. And she would snap your heart like a twig. Yes, thoughts of Wanda were a dangerous thing. So, you did your best to ignore any idea of her that would pop into your head. Keeping your distance would be in everyone’s best interest. Especially yours. In the long run, it was much kinder to your heart. Somehow that saddened you more and you gulped down the glass of wine in front of you, pouring yourself another. You were in a self-pitying mood and you allowed yourself to look at the picture of your ex and her new girlfriend and how happy they looked together, a lump in your throat. God, when would it be your turn to be this happy? To find the person, who would look at you with so much love in their eyes? Why was it, that you had to look at the happiness of others, never being allowed to taste it yourself? Was there truly no one out there for you? What was it about you that pushed people away? Were you not pretty enough? Not smart enough? Or were you simply unlovable? You often thought so. And the prospect of walking through life alone had you feeling disheartened quite often throughout the years. You’d smile for the world, observing it quietly, pretending to be content. And when you’d get home you’d cry for hours and hours, wanting to scream so hard your throat would go sore. But you’d take another sleeping pill instead and you’d sink into nothingness. It could be worse, you used to think… But nothing was worse than what you felt inside. It’s a good thing you found help when you did, you thought bitterly. Therapy helped you pull yourself out of the darkness and to start living in the light. But there were always days like this from time to time. Just as you thought of that, a movement inside the Maximoff’s house, a sudden shift, followed by the lights in the entire house going out attracted your attention. You could have sworn you saw the lights on both floors go out at once, but you could see nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary, so you shrugged, your eyes moving back to the pool with its brilliant blue water, entirely unaware of being watched by a pair of green eyes.                                               *             *             * After she came home from that disaster of a date, Wanda spent the whole night thinking. Her thoughts spiralled for hours, her heart protesting the thought that she should just pull away from you. She certainly didn’t want to. But could she keep this a friendship? After everything she saw, everything she did? After sharing so much intimacy with you, could she go back? Of course, she could, she decided. It meant a lot to her, yes, and God, she wanted to take everything else, but nothing was set in stone. You never had to know about Wanda’s transgressions.   But she knew… She knew about all those wonderful things inside your head and as she watched your movements from a distance, her mind closed to the outside world and to your thoughts, and she felt deprived. It was almost like withdrawal. Just like right now… She could see you there, on your balcony, sulking… And she wanted to know what you were thinking about. She wanted to know what made you seem so sad. But she couldn’t allow herself to probe, not if she wanted to stay away from you. Annoyed, as much at the situation, as she was at herself, she huffed, red magic erupting from her fingers and taking out the lights in her house. You were off limits. A place where she shouldn’t wander. If only she had seen the dark thoughts that swirled in your head, the pain that you felt as you sat there, perhaps things would be different. Perhaps she’d know just how much you longed to reach out to her, longed to text her and ask for a moment of her company. But such a thing was not meant to be. Despite the proximity, the two of you were worlds apart, each one engulfed by her own doubts and fears. You, so oblivious and blind and completely consumed by the fear of rejection that resided in your heart, and Wanda, who could see you so clearly, but couldn’t bring herself to take another chance with her barely salvaged heart. As Wanda walked up her stairs, her feet silent in the darkness, she felt a sudden sense of anger. It was the quiet, deeply unnerving kind, the kind that crawled up your skin and made your body suddenly heat up, but just wouldn’t boil over. It was the kind of anger that lingered. It stayed with her while she undressed herself, throwing on only a t-shirt, instead of her pajamas, it messed with her while she brushed her teeth, while she sat up in her bed and watched you through her window… You looked so sad. You looked so fucking beautiful in your sadness too and it made her want to blast the walls of this house with her magic, just so she could be closer to you. She wanted to know what caused your sadness and she wanted to find a way to make it better. Resentful of her own reservations, her own rules that restricted her, she huffed, closing her eyes and trying to push the thought of you out of her head and find some comfort in sleep. But sleep never came. And every time she opened her eyes, she was met with the same sight. The same out worldly beauty, the same terrible sadness written all over it. And she couldn’t stand it. Why did you have to be so beautiful? Why did that look in your eyes have to affect her so much. Wanda watched you for another 5 minutes, her eyes unblinking and her thoughts surprisingly empty, before she decided that she couldn’t stand this anymore. Rules be damned. She wanted to take care of you. She wanted to be good to you tonight. Wanda’s astral body levitated out of her physical one with surprising ease, despite the fact that she hadn’t projected in years. Some things just couldn’t be unlearned over time and magic came way too easy to her now, so perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised. She walked in front of the mirror in her bedroom and her head tilted as she examined her reflection. Yes, some things never changed. Those scars, gained in magical battle might have disappeared from her skin, but she could see them clearly here. Her red eyes glowed in the darkness, her skin covered in angry, jagged lines, the blackened fingers, that twitched with unused magic, the tattered crown over her head and the suit that she hasn’t worn since mount Wundagore... All those things from her past. She was a true horror, even in her own eyes. How could she ever ask a girl like you to love a monster like the one she so clearly was? But she wasn’t going to ask you to love her. In fact, you wouldn’t even see her. You had no magical abilities, she checked soon after you moved in. So she had nothing to worry about tonight. With a final glance that lingered on her face, Wanda flew out of her house and hovered over your balcony, examining you up close. You were almost in a stupor and Wanda’s astral form flew closer, landing near you and taking the last few steps to you. “Poor, sweet girl. You look so tired.” She said with a note of melancholy understanding, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hear her. The dark circles under your eyes gave you a grave expression that didn’t sit right with her, that didn’t even seem to fit in the image she had of you and the way your body sagged looked so unnatural, like you were a misshapen doll, that it made Wanda shudder. Only your eyes gave away that there was still a spark of life in you, a tornado of feelings and emotions that scrambled your thoughts. As if to show her you’re alive, your hand moved, blindly taking the glass of wine and dawning the remainder if its content, the sharp taste making you shiver as you swallowed it. In a gesture of gentle compassion, Wanda reached out, her fingers stroking your hair softly. “That’s not good for you, darling girl.” She said with a tenderness that looked almost macabre, considering you couldn’t see or feel her. To her surprise, you put the glass down, pushing it away with an apathetic gesture and Wanda crouched down in front of you, eyes studying you with a curious expression. She wondered for a moment if perhaps you had sensed her, but nothing actually gave that away. Your eyes looked unseeingly through her and into the blue water of the pool. But perhaps on some level you could feel her, she hoped, standing up straight again and moving to your side, her forehead touching your temple softly as she breathed you in, while one of her hands circled your shoulders and embraced you gently. Her blackened fingers looked so grotesque next to your unblemished skin, but she couldn’t help herself basking in your proximity, in your presence, in your smell, in your warmth. Despite what she might have looked like, she only wanted to get a moment of gentleness from you. She wanted to hug you, to lay your head on her chest and stroke your hair, a gesture she knew would soothe both of you. God, she probably looked deranged right now, but as soon as your body tilted to the side, as if to lean more against her, Wanda lost all ability to care. Some part of you did sense her, she thought, a surge of excitement passing through her body. She wondered just how much she would be able to influence you in this state. You were obviously more susceptible to suggestion in your tired drunkenness, but she was only in her astral form, her own capabilities limited. And she didn’t really want to manipulate you in any sinister way, just to get you to bed, so you could rest a little. You still had work in the morning and it was already so terribly late… “Sweetheart, do you think you can go to bed for me?” She asked softly, still holding you. It was an empty feeling, her astral form incapable of feeling the way she did, but it was better than nothing. With a soft, affectionate smile, she felt you yawn, your arm making the instinctive motion of covering your mouth, but coming up a few seconds late. “Yes, that’s right. You’re feeling very sleepy right now and you want to go to bed.” She whispered, detaching herself from you. She watched you try to stifle another yawn, but it didn’t quite work. You seemed almost ready to fall asleep right on the chair. It was downright cute, the way you tried to snuggle into the chair for comfort. But Wanda couldn’t let you sleep here. “Your bed would be much more, comfortable, darling.” She whispered in your ear, feeling elated. She felt free. To speak as she wished, to say the things she wanted to say, without fear, without restrictions, without limit. In the cover of darkness, in a state, where the whole universe was her witness, yet no human around would ever hear her, she could say out loud the things she kept hidden. Your body refused to move, your eyes opening and closing in uneven intervals as she watched you. Poor baby was so tired. She would have picked you up and carried you if she could, but she only had her voice to use, so she tried again. “Go on, baby. Go to bed. You’re not supposed to stay here.” She said again, stroking your hair. God, it felt so good to be able to say this out loud. To show you the affection you deserved. Perhaps in her freedom, she could use the words she had never spoken out loud… “Come on, darling, Mommy will cuddle you to sleep if you go to your bed.” She suggested, feeling a shiver pass through her at how good it felt to say those words, already feeling the rush of excitement at the thought of having you in her arms. She could talk to you like this for hours. At this, you stirred, straightening in your chair and trying to keep your eyes open and Wanda smirked. Such a sweet, pliable girl… “Let’s get you into bed.” Wanda smiled, repeating her instructions, until you finally stood with a tired sigh and another stifled yawn. “Such a good girl.” The witch praised you, following your steps into the house and its master bedroom.   The space was dark, but you couldn’t be bothered by the lights, not wanting to irritate your eyes, instead standing in front of the bed and reaching to undress yourself. “No, don’t undress, baby. Mommy won’t be able to stop herself if you take your clothes off.’’ Wanda rushed to stop you. It’s not that she didn’t want to see you, the temptation to let you strip yourself down and expose all your beauty almost too great for her to resist. But she didn’t want to take advantage of you like that. “Just lie down, now darling.” She instructed in a gentle voice, coaxing you to lie down. She watched you take a deep breath, before you reached behind your back, unclasping your bra and taking it off your shoulders and from underneath your clothes, throwing in carelessly on the nearby armchair, before you climbed into bed, not even bothering with the covers. It was such a warm night anyway. You pulled down one of the many pillows at the top of the bed and hugged it, your body needing the feeling of proximity and Wanda’s eyes swelled with tears. God, she couldn’t even remember how many nights she had fallen asleep in just the same way. True to her words, she climbed into bed, facing you and she draped one of her arms over your body. “Sleep now, little angel, Mommy’s here.” She whispered softly. She watched you fall asleep in mere seconds, clearly exhausted, and she watched the features in your face grow softer and more content, once you had drifted. You were still so gorgeous, so precious, cuddled up into bed. She could stay and watch you like this all night. She certainly wanted to. She wanted to let her physical body sleep in her bed, while she stayed here with you, watching you, soothing you, admiring you… But she couldn’t do that… She was meant to keep herself away from you, not learn a new way to be close to you. Staying would only tempt her further. Bargaining with herself, feeling reluctant to leave your side, she spent another half an hour next to you, her hand stroking your cheek affectionately as she watched you sleep, but eventually, she left. Her astral form returned back into her body as if slammed by invisible force, leaving her breathless and full of half-felt emotions. Wanda felt so unfulfilled, knowing you were so close to her, sweetly curled around a pillow and sleeping peacefully. Leaving your side truly left a bitter aftertaste in her. She had gotten a glimpse of being so close to you, of being so utterly herself and now she wanted so much more. She wanted to throw away all her restraint and just fly back to you, where she felt whole, felt a sense of serenity that’s been missing in her. As her eyes snapped open, she groaned. Giving you up, would be much harder than she anticipated. ______________________________________________________ As always, I’d love to know what you guys think about the chapter and the story in general.  Disclaimer: Gif is not mine. I’d be happy to give credit if I knew who made it...

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[hbyrde36]

Chapter 6: Guest Relations

No Vacancy

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 AO3 link

CW: Smut

*STEVE*

“Well, I'm sorry you wasted so much of your time on me.” 

Eddie’s words echoed in Steve’s head as he watched him turn and walk away back down to the beach. 

Part of Steve wanted to follow, to fight for what he’d seen in the other man’s eyes in the seconds before they’d kissed. He was almost sure now that Eddie liked him back. It made the rejection that much more painful.

But he didn’t follow. 

He spun on his heel and made his way back to the Buckingham, alone. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about the whirlwind he’d just been through, replaying the entire thing over and over again in his head. He was hurt, but he was also so confused. It just didn’t make any sense. In hindsight it was obvious now that Eddie had been jealous when he’d seen him and Danny together the night before. That’s why he was so mad, mad enough to flee the motel at the crack of dawn just to avoid seeing him. And when Steve kissed him, Eddie had kissed back. 

Oh god how he had kissed back.

Naively, Steve had thought, this is it! 

But no. Eddie pushed him away, literally and figuratively, and now he was left to wonder if he’d somehow misread everything. 

He couldn’t deny that Eddie was, at the very least, physically attracted to him. That much had become abundantly clear. But maybe that was all it was, and all of Steve’s talk about caring and being worried had freaked him out, turned him off.

Steve had hoped to sneak past the motel's front office and make it to his room without running into anyone, and by anyone he meant Robin, but of course she spotted him through the glass front doors and came running out to greet him. 

He took a deep breath and tried to school his features into something that he hoped looked a little less devastated than he currently felt inside. He must have failed in his attempt spectacularly though, because she took one look at his face and began chewing on her bottom lip, brows furrowed. 

“Are you alright?” She asked.

He blew out a long breath and dropped his gaze to the ground, a wry chuckle falling from his lips. He couldn’t bring himself to even try and lie to her. “Not really.” He admitted. 

“What happened? Did you see Eddie?”

“Yeah.” He whispered softly, looking back up at her with a sad half smile. Her eyes were full of sympathy and concern. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He knew how much Robin cared about him, that she would do anything to make him feel better, but he wasn’t ready for any of that yet. He didn’t want to do this. He just wanted to slink off and hide under a rock somewhere for at least 8-12 hours and feel sorry for himself.

Sometime soon he was sure he’d love to sit with her and talk it all over as they drank a few bottles of red wine and had a good cry about it. But not right now. 

“No, if that’s... okay. I think I just want to be alone for a while.”

“Of course that’s okay.” She said, stepping into him and wrapping her arms around his waist the way he knew she’d wanted to do since she’d first laid eyes on him.

He embraced her right back and the two of them stood in the parking lot holding each other in comfortable silence for a long minute. Eventually Steve dropped a kiss on top of her head and they stepped apart. He moved to leave, but regardless of what she’d said Robin still seemed reluctant to let him go. He didn’t really blame her, he was prone to little bouts of depression that could sometimes be difficult to shake, and she was a worrier.

“Call me if you change your mind.” She rushed out, at his back. “I have ice cream in the freezer and I can be at your door in two minutes flat.” 

“I will.” He said, turning back to her. It wasn’t really a lie. He would call her if he changed his mind, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen. 

What he really needed was some sleep. Suddenly he felt so tired, emotionally and physically drained, and he was thankful that he had another day off tomorrow. The thought reminded him of the conversation they’d had at dinner the other night and he felt like an asshole for not bringing it up sooner.  

“Did you ask Chrissy about tomorrow night yet?”

Robin looked confused for a second, then waved her hand dismissively. “No, that’s… it’s dumb. I'd rather just forget it.”

“Robin.” He leveled her with an unimpressed look. “You have to go talk to her right now. I’m serious.”

“No, I'm serious.” She said, shaking her head. “I’m not gonna ask you to watch the desk after all this.”

“Oh my god, for the last time you didn’t ask, I offered! And it doesn’t matter what’s happened, I can still watch the place. I want to do it, and if you really want to make me feel better you’ll go on the damn date, have a great time, and come back to tell me all about it.”

“That’s a cheap shot, Harrington.” She sighed. “Fine, I'll ask her in the morning.”

“But-”

“Don’t push it.” She warned, glaring. 

He put his hands on his hips and glared right back.

“Look, the sooner I ask her, the more time I'll have to freak out about the actual date, so I figure, why not put it off as long as possible?” She reasoned.

“But you’re already freaking out.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t stand there and attack me with logic!”

“Okay!” He said, hands raising in surrender. “Do what you want. I’ll come down in the afternoon to see how it went and you can show me whatever I need to know to keep the motel afloat in your absence.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not much you need to know to cover for me for two hours, but sure. I’ll see you then.”

He smiled at her, or at least tried to, and finally walked off towards the stairs to the second floor. 

The room was dark when he got in. The sun had fully set and he hadn’t bothered to leave a light on for himself when he left. He didn’t bother turning one on now either. 

He threw himself on his bed, buried his face in the pillows, and screamed into them until his throat was hoarse. Eventually he shucked his clothes off, slid under the covers and fell asleep. He’d never even bothered to eat today, but it was fine, he wasn’t hungry anyway.

In Steve’s dream someone was playing with his hair, carding their hand through it in the most soothing way. People were always afraid to touch his hair. They assumed he’d be mad at it getting messed up because of the time and effort he put into it every day, but honestly it was one of his favorite comforts. 

He stirred from sleep gradually, confused when the fingers running over his scalp didn’t disappear with the rest of the dreamworld. Eventually he blinked his eyes open, surprised to find someone sitting on the edge of his bed.

No, not someone.

“Eddie?” 

The hand moved from his hair down to caress his cheek, with a touch so gentle it made Steve want to cry. He let out a quiet gasp and nuzzled into the touch without thinking.

“I’m sorry. I’m an idiot, and I'm so sorry.” Eddie said softly.

Steve couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, much less what he was hearing. This couldn’t be real. 

“Is this a dream?”

Eddie leaned down and rested his forehead against his as they breathed each other in. Their noses brushed, lips almost touching. 

“No, Steve, not a dream. I… shit.” Eddie pulled back, sighing. “I don’t know how to do this.”

The air that surrounded them, so thick with tension, caught in Steve’s throat. “Do what?” He croaked out.

“Talk.”

Something inside Steve snapped. 

Eddie was probably right, until they talked he would have no idea what any of this meant, or what had changed Eddie’s mind and brought him not just back to their room but into Steve's bed, but for once in his goddamn life he didn’t want to talk. He barely wanted to think. He just wanted Eddie.

He swept the covers aside revealing that he was lying there dressed only in a pair of thin boxers. He rested his hand on Eddie’s knee, slowly sliding it up his thigh as he sat up, bringing their faces close together once more. 

“Maybe we don’t have to talk. Not yet.” He said, gaze dipping down to Eddie’s lips as licked across his own.

Eddie groaned, a deep rumbling sound in his chest. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Do you want me?”

“Steve.” Eddie whispered his name, making the word sound like a cross between a warning and a prayer.

“Do you want me?” Steve asked again, his hand leaving its place on Eddie's leg to skim up under his t-shirt, fingers brushing over the trail of hair on his lower stomach.

Eddie sucked in a shuddering breath at the contact. “Of course I fucking want you.” He said, squeezing his eyes shut before adding quietly, “I think I’ve always wanted you.”

Steve let the words wash over and through him as he finally closed the short distance to crash their lips together. He tried not to think too hard about what Eddie had just said. He didn’t want to get his hopes up that this would be anything more than what it was. All that mattered now was this moment, and the feeling of Eddie’s fingernails lightly scratching down his back. 

He tugged on the front of Eddie’s shirt, trying to pull the other man down on top of him as he leaned back, but Eddie hesitated, breaking the kiss. 

“I’m gonna to get sand all over your bed.” Eddie said, panting. 

Steve took Eddie's earlobe between his teeth. Biting down just hard enough to make him shiver and gasp. 

“Hmm.” Steve hummed in his ear, harnessing all the confidence he would muster. “I guess you’ll just have to take your clothes off then.”

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie hissed.

He stood and Steve perched on the edge of the bed looking up at him through his eyelashes as he began to undress. 

Eddie pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing the expanse of his pale chest and torso decorated with mostly black and gray artwork. Steve was on his feet in an instant, circling. He had seen Eddie shirtless before but he hadn’t allowed himself to really look. 

Two of the pieces were somewhat familiar, a sort-of scary looking demon head and a black widow spider that both sat high on his pec. Steve could remember catching glimpses of them back when the two men were still in school together, on the rare occasion that Eddie would actually show up for gym class and be forced to change in the boys locker room with everyone else. The rest was less familiar. The creeping pattern of darkly inked vines and wild roses began on his right side just under his ribs. They trailed across his back, down around to the other side of his body over the front of his left hip. The flower buds were all different sizes and in various states of bloom and decay, but it was the bloodied thorns that grabbed Steve's attention the most. They were the only spots of color on his body. 

He traced the intricate lines and swirls with his fingertips, following their path to where it disappeared into the waistband of his pants. When he was done examining, Steve kissed a trail up the column of Eddie's throat as he undid his belt buckle and popped the button on his jeans. He lowered the zipper and dipped his hand in, wrapping his palm around Eddie’s hard length for the first time. 

Eddie moaned and wound a hand into the hair on the nape of Steve's neck, gripping it tight and forcing his head back. Steve’s mouth dropped open in surprise, his entire body flushing with heat. Then Eddie lips were on his, their tongues sliding against each other in the most sloppy and deliciously filthy way. 

He began to slowly stroke Eddie’s cock as best he could inside the confines of his pants, pulling a desperate whine out of his throat. He loved how responsive Eddie was to his touch, but the other man didn’t let it go on for long. 

After only a minute or two Eddie backed them up, not breaking the feverish kiss until Steve's legs hit the bed, sending him tumbling down to the mattress. Eddie shoved his jeans down to his ankles and kicked out of them before climbing up onto the bed, hovering over Steve. He kissed his mouth once, an almost chaste brushing of lips compared to what they’d just been doing, but quickly abandoned Steve's mouth to explore the rest of him. 

Eddie kissed and licked and bit his way down Steve's body, beginning with the delicate skin of his neck just below his ear and ending with a scrape of teeth on his hip bone just above the waistband of his boxers. 

Eddie looked up to meet his eyes as he slipped his fingers into the elastic on either side and tugged them off, his achingly hard cock springing free. Eddie tossed the underwear aside and returned to his work, avoiding the one area Steve was most desperate to be touched, and began to suck a bruise into his inner thigh instead. 

He whined, squirming, even as Eddie kept a tight grip on his hips urging him to remain still. 

It was too much, watching Eddie with his head nestled between his legs worshiping him in that way, but he still needed more. His hips bucked, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. He wanted Eddie to touch him, needed it, he needed him to–

“Fuck me.” The words came tumbling out of his mouth without his permission, breathy and wanton. 

Eddie froze. “What did you say?” He asked incredulously.

“Please, I need you…” Steve panted. “Need you to fuck me.”

Eddie stared wide eyed and mumbled something to himself that sounded suspiciously like, I knew he was going to be dangerous.

Steve didn’t have any idea what that meant, but he didn’t have time to worry about it because a second later Eddie wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and and sank down, immediately taking it all the way to the back of his throat. 

He cried out, heedless of the amount of noise they were making when it felt this good. Eddie bobbed his head at a slow pace as he smoothed his hands up and down Steve's thighs. The touch was tender, almost affectionate, and that feeling of too much and yet not enough came bubbling back up in his chest with a vengeance. 

When he was nice and wet Eddie pulled off, working him by hand while he grabbed a nearby pillow. 

Steve took the hint and lifted his hips allowing the other man to slide it under. Eddie ducked his head again but instead of taking Steve’s cock back into his mouth, he ignored it, using both hands to pull Steve's ass cheeks apart and spat directly on his hole. 

Steve threw his head back, mouth wide open as a sound was ripped from his throat that he would swear he'd never made before. His dick twitched and his whole body shuddered with it. He had no idea that this was something he’d be into, but the evidence was damning. It was undeniably one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. For something that should have been gross, it was anything but. Had he been closer to the edge he might have cum just from that simple act. 

Eddie huffed a quiet laugh, clearly pleased with the reaction he’d gotten, as he spread the rapidly cooling wetness around his entrance with a finger before pushing the tip of it inside. 

It wasn’t until he’d worked the digit past his knuckle and the slightly cold metal grazed Steve’s rim that he realized Eddie still had his rings on.

God, that really did something for him too. Steve whimpered, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He felt like he was on fire.  

He was so desperate to be filled that when Eddie added a second finger, he flung his hands back flat against the headboard, using it as leverage to push himself down, trying to fuck himself on them harder.

“Easy.” Eddie whispered, pressing his lips to Steve's knee. 

He continued to kiss a line down Steve’s inner thigh, all the way to the place he was pumping his fingers in and out of at a torturously slow pace. Steve’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Eddie ran his tongue around the outside of his stretched hole and let more spit trickle down to coat them both, easing the glide.

Eddie took hold of his cock again and licked a wide stripe from the base to the tip before swallowing it down for the second time that night, hollowing his cheeks as he added a third finger to the mix. While the first two digits had entered him easily, with only a little resistance, the third had Steve finally feeling the burning stretch that he craved, and he reveled in it.

He felt the world around him go quiet in the way it sometimes did when he had great sex. The whole universe narrowed down to the warmth enveloping him and the fingers inside him. For just a moment he thought, even if this was only a one time thing, it might just be worth it to have a broken heart for the rest of his life if he got to have this, here now tonight. 

It wasn’t long before he felt himself relax, could feel how Eddie was able to plunge in and out of him freely now. He was beyond ready, and it was all he could do to stop himself from making desperate needy sounds to spur the other man on. 

He winced a little at the empty feeling as Eddie eased out of him slowly. He leaned off the side of the bed, reaching for their shared nightstand and quickly retrieved a bottle of lube, Steve's judging by the bottle, and a condom. He sat back on his heels and tore the packet open with his teeth, glancing up at Steve’s face as he rolled it down over himself. 

Eddie smoothed his hands over Steve’s thighs again, the same loving touch he’d given him before. He waited to be told to flip over or at the very least for the nudge to his hip, a subtle indication that it was time for him to turn, but it never came. Eddie took his cock in hand, stroking it a few times before lining himself up with Steve's entrance. He rested his other hand on Steve's lower belly  and made soothing circles with his thumb as he began to push in. When the head of Eddie's cock finally breached the ring of muscle, he fell forward, hands bracketing Steve's body on either side as he kept pressing forward, inch by inch.

Oh.

Steve fought not to show his surprise. He hadn’t been expecting them to do this face to face. He’d had guys prep him that way before, though most had put him on all fours first, but either way he’d always been taken from behind when the time came.

It was incredibly intimate, doing it like this. Staring into each other's eyes from inches away while Eddie made shallow thrusts felt a lot more like making love than fucking.

It was going to ruin him, Steve was sure, but he couldn't stop it now. Wouldn’t give this up for anything.

As Eddie bottomed out he leaned down capturing Steve's lips with his own for a moment, then pressed their foreheads together again, just like he had when Steve first woke up. He eased his hips back slowly only to snap them forward again hard and fast, punching a shout out of Steve's chest, a sound that Eddie swallowed down as he slotted their mouths back together again. 

They never stopped kissing as Eddie pounded into him, harder and faster, until Steve was brought right to the brink.

He was close. He was so fucking close and Eddie hadn’t laid a finger on his cock since they’d started going at it, but with the way Eddie was hitting his prostate dead on with each thrust, he might not need the help. 

The rocking of Eddie's hips became erratic, his dick twitching a pulsing inside him, letting Steve know that he was close too. 

Eddie pulled back from the kiss to reach a hand between them and jerk Steve off. He tried to stop the sound before it escaped him but Steve keened at the loss, missing Eddie's lips the second they had left his. Before he could be embarrassed about how needy and clingy he must have sounded, Eddie was back, feeding at his mouth like a starving man. Maybe needy did it for him. 

“Are you close, baby?” Eddie murmured into his mouth, only barely breaking their kiss to ask. 

Baby.

Steve gasped, “Fuck,” and nodded rapidly.

Eddie continued to slam into him as they panted into each others mouths. At a certain point they weren't even really kissing anymore as much as they were sharing breath and rubbing their lips together. Two final powerful thrusts and Steve was coming hard. His vision whited out as he shot off hot and thick between them, with Eddie following straight after, pulsing inside while Steve’s body clenched down around him. 

Steve must have briefly blacked out or something because the next thing he knew Eddie was walking back to the bed from the bathroom with a damp towel to clean them up. He hadn't even noticed him leave.

As Eddie gently swiped the cloth over his chest and stomach Steve tried not to panic about what happened now. He told himself he’d be fine no matter how things played out. If Eddie climbed back into bed with him to cuddle and sleep then that was great, wonderful, perfect. And if instead he got into his own bed, turned over and went to sleep? Well, that was going to have to be okay too. 

When they were as clean as they could be without the help of a shower, Eddie threw the towel in the direction of the bathroom and, to Steve’s relief, crawled back into bed at his side, though he left a deliberate space between them.  

They stared at each other over the small chasm of inches and it suddenly hit Steve that Eddie was just as afraid of what came next as he was. He saw his own fear and anxiety reflected back at him through big brown eyes. He looked closer and noticed that the tightness around Eddie’s eyes and mouth that had disappeared when they began fooling around was now back. 

Steve didn’t know who moved first but they crossed that invisible line at the same time, wrapping each other up in a tangle of arms and legs that left him wondering where he ended and Eddie began. He wasn’t sure he cared to figure it out. 

They laid together in the quiet dark for a long time. They didn’t speak, but Eddie stroked his hair and kissed his temple so many times that he lost count. Eventually his eyes slipped shut, and it would have been all too easy to drift off surrounded with all that comfort, but they still hadn’t addressed the elephant in the room.

Steve shifted so he could see Eddie's face again. He took a breath and opened his mouth to speak only to let out a huge yawn instead, still managing to get the words out somehow towards the end of it. “Why did you come back?” 

Eddie cupped his cheek, tracing what he imagined were dark circles under his eyes with his thumb. “You’re tired. We can talk tomorrow, I promise.”

Steve would have argued but he was right. He was tired and Eddie looked and sounded equally as exhausted. 

“Will you still be here in the morning?” He asked.

Eddie grinned. “Of course. I mean, I do live here, Stevie.” He teased.

Steve smiled in return. He was pretty sure teasing was a good sign.

He settled back down against Eddie, accepting that their talk could wait. “Don’t joke.” He said, rubbing his cheek against the sparse smattering of hair on Eddie’s chest. “I mean, will you be here in this bed with me.”

“I will. I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve's eyes slipped closed, sleep pulling at him in a way he could no longer fight. “And we’ll talk?” He said, voice gone softer than a whisper.

Eddie heard him anyway, and replied with lips pressed to the top of his head. “Yeah baby, we’ll talk as much as you want.”

Chapter 7

Thanks forever to @penny00dreadful for being the best friend, cheerleader, and beta in the whole fucking world💜

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[missdrake]

The Last Supper

I might make part 2 depending on how well this one goes. 

EDIT: This my second time posting it as it’d not show in my tags 

Tags: DEAD DOVE-DO NOT EAT. Restraint and Bruises. Dark!Aemond/Dark!Aegon/Dark!Reader, hints of dark!Jace. NONCON. EXPLICIT: Panty sniffing/stuffing, fingering (fem receiving), footjob/foot fetish (brief), titty sucking, blowjob, degradation, and humiliation. Horrible/cringy smut. Reader is also much closer to Aegon than Aemond.

Jace thought you were nothing like your brothers, but he has come to realize just how alike you were.

Jace was excited to have received your letter sent by one of your handmaidens. Carefully reading the letter word for word. Grinning as he reads your request that the two of you have supper in your chambers.

He didn't get along with your brothers, but it was expected after the incident. Unlike your brothers, you harbored no ill feelings towards him or Luke. You were sweet and kind, like Helaena. So when his mother told him of the arrangement, he was pleased it was you.

He loved every second he had with you. It became almost a ritual, breaking your fast together almost every other morning. Times, he walked arm in arm with you alongside the beach or in the gardens. He loved your laugh, your shy smile, the way you cover your face when embarrassed. Though Jace would admit he found it difficult when your brothers were constantly looming over him.

Opening the door to your chambers, his face fell upon seeing your brothers. As one would anticipate from a princess, your chambers were enormous and extravagant. At the table, which was piled high with food and wine glasses, were you and your brothers. Aemond and Aegon were seated on either side of the table, with you occupying the host seat.

There was an additional empty chair that served as the second host seat. His no doubt. You two exchange glances, but you display no sign of apprehension, even warmly nodding at him in greeting. Jace just stands there, seeming to ponder his options.

Aegon stands up and approaches him with a cup of wine, "Welcome nephew." Placing his arm over his shoulder, Jace tries brushing it off, but Aegon firmly places it there. He leads Jace to the vacant seat, "Come approach us; we have been waiting for you."

Aemond remained silent the entire time, keeping one hand on the table. An angry glint in his eye and his lips pursed. As the door closed behind them, Jace restrained himself from peering back. However much he tries to deny it, there was an uncertain feeling in his gut.

He felt alone. Trapped. Your soothing gaze does somewhat make him feel a little more at ease. As always, you are at most stunning. Your curves well accentuated by the emerald-colored gown you wore.

"We wanted to congratulate you, have one last supper together," Aemond finally speaks. He speaks of kindness, but his eye says another. Aegon is still holding Jace's shoulder, but pats him there before moving to his seat. Jace smiles briefly, and you return the gesture, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

All four of you began eating. With eyes on him, Jace only consumes one or two bites. Aegon consumes half the chicken, all while you fiddle with your food. Aemond only drinks wine. Aegon finally breaks the silence. "I must say well done, for finally getting to lay with a woman," he says, all while chewing his food.

Jace's face shows annoyance, perhaps anticipating what is about to happen. Aegon reaches for the wine to help him swallow the food. By chance, Aemond also reaches for a glass of wine, keeping a sharp gaze on Jace as he sips.

Then, as if they were longtime friends, Aegon places a hand on his shoulder once more, "You do know how the act is done. I assume at least in the principle where to put your cock and all?" He whispers, but you two can hear him.

You say his name as a warning, yet Aegon pays you no mind, "I'd hate for my sister to be left-" "Aegon!" You call out his name once more, but your brother only turns to you. "Unsatisfied," he finishes. And as you lean back in your chair, you sigh in frustration. Nudging Aemond to do something. Say Something. But your brother simply allows it to happen.

Jace stands up for you. "You can play the jester you want," he speaks sternly, addressing him, "But you'll hold your tongue before my betrothed. Aegon chuckles, and you stare at him warily. "Hold my tongue? Eh," looking at you and Aemond amusedly as he says this.

Then, as his lips are just inches from Jace's ear, he says, "That tongue of mine, my nephew, is the same tongue that made your betrothed see the stars." At last, you rise, "Aegon enough," raising your voice, seeming unable to handle the humiliation.

A look of unutterable betrayal was fixed on Jace's face. Could it have been true? Did all those moments spend with you even mean anything? It had to have been a lie. Given your brother's nature. You were nothing like him. You possibly wouldn’t even want to be around him.

Aemond grips your wrist, motioning for you to return to your seat, but you initially seem to resist. Jace was sitting by, but you could see he was prepared to stand up for you.

You are reprimanded by Aemond as he forces you on your seat, "Don't leave so soon sister, you'll upset Lord Strong." Any polite mask, if there even was one, was immediately taken off.

The chair now pushed back. Jace got up, finally having enough. "I dare you to say that again," he says as a warning, but all Aemond can muster is a chuckle. Aemond soon rises from his seat, and you give Jace a glance that might have been intended as a warning. Following suit, Aegon soon gets up from his chair.

Jace appears prepared to strike, and the urge to flee grows stronger. Aemond grabs his glass of wine and asks, "Did you really think we were here to congratulate you, nephew?" His eye grows darker as he continues, "You are planning to steal our dear sister from our grasp and assume we'll let it stand?" Then, with a smirk, Aemond says, "Lord strong."

In a split second, Aegon grabs Jace and pushes him onto the table, spilling most of the food and drink on the ground. Standing up, you scream for him to release Jace. Jace manages to struggle against Aegon. Aemond throws his wine cup to the ground, reaching for something under the table. Ropes.

Jace was on the verge of escaping Aegon's grasp, only to struggle against Aemond's. In the ensuing struggle, Jace punches him, but it barely fazes Aemond, who manages to grab an arm. Eventually, Aegon threw Jace against the chair, using his own weight to keep him there. With a rope in his hands, Aemond fastened one hand to the chair's handle.

After Aemond successfully tied one hand, the rope was given to Aegon. Jace kept fighting, even bumping heads with Aemond, but by that point, Aegon had already tied his other hand. He kicks when the two reach for his legs.

There, you could only stand to watch. Scared. Horrified. But then Jace finally manages to catch a glimpse of your face. A smile is shown to him. Instead of the softness that used to be in your eyes, there is now a fierce burning.

“I apologize for this whole thing,” you nonchalantly said as Aemond had now fastened each of Jace's legs to the chair’s legs. Jace begins to yell out and throw curses, leading Aegon to snatch up a tablecloth and stuffs it in his mouth. His screams and curses are still heard, but they're mostly muffled now.

As you get closer to him, his wide eyes remain fixed on you. "My brothers wanted to kill you, you know." The tone of nonchalance in your voice never changes. "But I convinced them otherwise." His gaze travels to your hands as you reach down to take off your shoes. The brothers left his side and are now standing behind you. Having removed your socks, you continue, "I told them there were other ways to get the message across."

It was your idea, Jace realizes. This was all your doing. Sending him the letter knowing full well he can't refuse you anything. Pretending to be scared for him; it was all just an act. Was it all truly an act? The breakfast you shared, the walks you took, the jokes you told.

Feet now bare as Jace remains stifling against the fabric. Stepping forward, putting one of your feet in the space between Jace's legs. “Other ways to humiliate,” you mutter, and then your sole is on his bulge.

Biting your lip when hearing his gasp against the muffled cloth. Trying to clench his feet together, but the rope prevented it, leaving him wide open to you. And then you pushed on his bulge with “Lord strong” uttered from your lips.

Never did he imagine hearing those words from you. Often pondering how you and your brothers could have been raised together when you were all so different from one another. But after seeing that side of you, that unnerving smile of yours, he finally understood why you and your brothers got along so well. You were just like them.

Seeing the broken look on his face made you feel a small pang of emotion, but you brush it aside. Behind you, Aegon reaches for your thighs, squeezing them. “Do you like the view?” You ponder whether he's asking you or Jace.

His hands then move to grab the skirt of your gown and pulls it up. Hand soon caressing your folds covered by your panties. Kneeling further to Aegon, you couldn't help the low moan that escapes your lips. "My, aren't you wet" your brother chuckles as his fingers stroke you up and down.

Your foot is still up-pressed between Jace's legs. Under your touch, you can feel his bulge harden. Removing your foot, you are sure you’ve heard a low whine coming from him.

Aegon tugs your panties down to your feet. With it in his hands, you see him briefly sniffing it as he's near to Jace. "As much as I'm tempted to taste them, I believe the honor goes to you, nephew." Your ear picks up Aemond's chuckle. Aemond moves his hands to where his brother once was and two fingers are now sliding over your cunt.

The tablecloth is removed, and when Jace briefly lets out a breath, he is once more muffled. Knowing what is in his mouth fills him with the utmost humiliation. “Tell me lord strong, does my sister taste good on your tongue?” Aemond inquiries, chin resting on your shoulder. Jace obviously is unable to respond, yanking against the rope until his hands and feet ache.

His ears perk up upon hearing the loud moan escape from you. Aemond's two fingers can be seen moving in and out of you, stretching you out. Aegon captures your lips in a kiss, your moans being muffled against his mouth. Aegon is on your side, not wanting to obstruct the prince's view.

As much as you desire to close your eyes and lose yourself in the feeling of your walls clenching around Aemond's fingers. You keep your gaze on Jace. "Still tight after all those times," your brother utters to your lips as Aemond quickens his pace, digging his finger deep inside you to find that special spot.

Aegon reaches to the strings holding your dress, tugging on it quite firmly, nearly ripping your gown. Your dress slides down, exposing your chest to Aegon and Jace. With your eyes on Jace, you can see the redness spreading from his cheek to even the tip of his ears. His pants tightened that you can tell it must be painful for him.

But it was his eye that drew your attention. There was desire. Lust. He’s aroused. You let out a small gasp as Aegon pinches one of your nipples. His lips then latch onto one of your buds. "God those tits are to die for," he mutters against the skin.

With your brother harshly sucking your nub all while playing and pinching with the other. The other ruthlessly moving his fingers inside of you. Jace's face clearly displaying his lust. Was all you needed to reach your orgasm.

Your eyes doing their best to stay on the prince as you're put over the edge. At this point, your body feels like it's on fire, inhaling deeply as you come down off your high. Your knees are on the verge of shaking. But your brothers are holding you.

All In front of the prince, Aemond removes his fingers, shoving them in your mouth, forcing you to lick the taste of yourself. Fuck, Aegon curses at the sight as pulls away from your chest. He has now undone the removal of your dress, leaving you bare.

Aegon turns to look at Jace, seeing his current state, the way he looks up and down with burning desire, the tightening of his pants, the flusteredness on his face. “It seems like our nephew enjoys the sight as well,” Aegon remarks, pulling you away from Aemond’s grasp. “Why don’t you help him out, sister?”

Aemond moves to stop you; anger visible on his face. This wasn't part of the plan. It's enough he's engaging this with the two of you. Aegon merely smiles, "She's going to suck his cock brother, that's all," he says with assurement. The man has never known the touch of a woman. It would only be fair.

Sharing Aegon's excitement at the prospect only angers Aemond more.

As you approach Jace, his brows furrow, and you can feel the movement of his legs against the rope as you crouch down on your knees—not out of fear, but out of anticipation. Eagerly you tug on his trousers' fastening strings-pulling out his cock. And you make a fist around him, hearing his muffled whimper as you do so.

When you kiss his tip, you notice a slight widening of his eyes, and you can't help but giggle at his reaction. A shrill noise is heard. A chair being dragged across the floor. Looking back, all the while, your hands are sliding up and down Jace's cock. Aemond is seated, but Aegon still standing. The two are watching, but Aegon is fixated so intensely.

Watching you fuck others during your many playtimes was always an enticing scene for Aegon. Aemond had never been a part of it before, and you can see his jaw clenching at the sight, yet he’s clearly very aroused by it.

With your eyes locked with Aegon's, the two of you exchange a smirk. As you swirl your thumb around the tip, feeling the pre-cum on your hands. Briefly turning to face Jace, his eyes shut closed as he bites into the cloth. Your hands quicken your pace, hearing the grunts coming from the back of his throat.

Pressing his tip against your lips while swirling your tongue around the head. Before quickly pulling away as you pump his base, seeing his brows furrow. Then you heard it. From all the muddled sounds, you can make out his pleas.

As you continued to stroke his cock, you could feel your brothers' confusion and tensed bodies when watching you reach for the panties stuffed in his mouth. Taking it out. Rather than screaming for help. Rather than throwing insults at the three of you. Jace begs.

Please, he whispers. Please, please, please. He reiterates. This time, when you press your cock against his lips, you open your mouth for him and take it as deeply as you can, even when feeling yourself almost gagging.

“She’s taking you so well, isn’t she lord strong?” You overhear Aemond saying in the distance. “Don’t call me that-” Jace’s groans aloud, cutting off his speech when feeling the head reaching the back of your throat. “We’ve trained her so well, but then again, she’s taking something smaller than she’s used to.” Of course, Aegon wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to mock Jace whenever he could.

At any moment, you were sure Jace would’ve been enraged but judging by how loud the moan that came from his mouth as he cums in your mouth. It's unlikely that he even heard him. Eyes looking down as you swallow. As you rose from your knees, he despised the urge he had to kiss your swollen lips. Jace now panting, chest rising and falling as recovers from his recent high.

He hears Aegon say, "Come sister," and then hears the bed, which was only a few feet away from the table, creak as Aegon lay in it. "Sit on my face, I want to show our nephew what my tongue does to you." Jace was brought out of his ecstasy at that precise moment, and he suddenly remembered where he had been and how he had gotten there. It was a long night of torture.

Jace had his walk of shame during the night of the owl. Body worn-out, with bruises from the rope on his arms and legs, eyes tired and blank as he feels the dried cum stains on his trousers. Such humiliation. Such anger. Such shame. All felt at once.

The morning after, the two of you got together for your usually shared breakfast. Greeting and speaking to him as though nothing had occurred. And for each word and glance you gave him, he returns it all with a death glare. In that instant, he heard your irritated exhale and saw your mask fall. Unwinding in the chair as you give him that unnerving smile of yours.

“I am quite fond of you Jace, you know” and then he feels your hand resting on his. At any other time, he would have melted at your touch and his heart would have fluttered at your words, but instead, he shoves your hand away.

He has finally seen you for who you really are, and it has taken him so long to realize it, but now can clearly see the darkness that has always shone in your eyes.

A handmaiden passes the two of you, refilling your cup of wine. She's new. You made sure to let the prince know; your previous handmaiden, "Liyana," had been sent away. All thanks to your mother. Shame, you and Aegon had a great time with her.

And as your words sank in, you can see the Prince's eyes enlarge in horror. That perhaps you weren't like Aegon. That perhaps you were even worse.

He wasn’t the first ‘toy’. Certainly not the first man, either; he was second, but not first. That honor belonged to your brother, Aemond. Much like you did to the others, you ruined him. And right now, all he wants is to destroy you.

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[niragis-thot]

Niragi’s Favorite Toy

Part 6

Niragi X female reader

Warnings in this chapter: non-con and dubious consent, knife play, smut, public sex

A/N: I was worried this one might be a bit too over the top, but why not put half my favorite Niragi fantasies in one chapter

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Today had been the the first chance you really had to explore the Beach on your own. You realized it was the also the first time since arriving in the Borderlands that you were able to think about your life outside of your immediate survival.

Only now could you realize just how much of your old life you had been grieving the loss of. The old you may as well have been a different person, your loved ones, and hobbies were completely gone. The places in the city that you loved were crumbling. But you felt alive again when you realized that you could get one thing from your old life back here. You could still loose yourself on the dance floor.

You started off your day with a glass of wine from the bar. Although you could technically drink as much as you want here, you didn’t want to risk a hangover when you were likely to be thrown back in the games tomorrow. It was becoming apparent that the Militant Corps didn’t wait for visas to expire to play again.

The party was already in full swing when you got on the floor. At first it felt a little awkward just because of how long it had been since you had the chance to dance, but before you knew it you were moving your hips to the best of the music and enjoying yourself.

After a few songs you noticed that Niragi was watching you as he passed by with his crowd of lackeys in tow. You looked over your shoulder and winked at him coyly.

No one really danced with you weren’t sure if the drugs and alcohol had everyone in their own world, or if they were avoiding you because they had seen you with him.

After a while you decided to go check out the pool. Swimming with your arm injury was out of the question. But you could soak away all the aches in the aches from the previous games in the hot tub.

“Are you new here, I haven’t seen you around before.”

You turned, pleasantly surprised that someone was actually talking to you. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I actually got here a couple days ago, what about you ?”

“A little over a week for me. It’s a little crazy here but you’ll never be bored.”

Just then you saw Niragi headed your way. His rifle no longer on his shoulder. “You got a death wish or something,” he said while aiming at the man you had just met. The man was now looking around frantically to try and find out what he had done to upset the Militant.

“Sitting that close to my property, what were you trying to do with her.”

“Niragi, he didn’t do anything, he was just being polite,” you protested.

“Come with me,” he ordered you to get out of the water.

Niragi pulled you into a supply closet. You tried to collect your thoughts. Were you supposed to swear you’d never want anyone else? How could you be expected to feel that way after only a few days, and you had the feeling if you /were/ acting like you wanted to be with him forever after just meeting him he’d find that kind of pathetic.

“What were you thinking?” He grabbed both of your arms and pressed you against the wall.

“That I was talking to the people I’d just met, like a normal person would.”

“Like you were just talking to me when we first met.”

“No, not like that. I wasn’t flirting with him.” The venomous look in his eyes made you flinch. Something had shifted. Last night he was just having fun, but now he was angry.

He chuckled, amused by your discomfort, “you’re scared.”

You turned you head to the side to avoid that stare he was giving you. Immediately you felt your face sting from Niragi slapping you. “Don’t look away when I’m talking to you.”

“You’re not being fair. How can you be mad when you never even told me not to talk to certain people.”

“What isn’t clear about it. As soon as you agreed to come here you belonged to me.”

“Just talking to other people doesn’t change that.” You were afraid of how he would react if you spoke up, but you were afraid of having every bit of freedom taken away from you if you didn’t.

He released your arms and went to sit down on a supply box in the corner, “come over here.” As you approached he gestured for you to lay on his lap.

“So you want to be able to go to the parties? You’ll have to earn that.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Stay still.” He brushed your hair aside and ran his fingers along the skin on your back, “I’m going to mark you so that everyone will know who you belong to.” You tried not to flinch as you felt a cold metal blade being pressed to your back. “If you want to go out and socialize you’ll have to wear your hair so this is visible.”

You felt the first cut on your back. The stinging feeling wore off quickly followed by the feeling of skin pulling apart. You tried not to show any reaction, knowing that it would just push him further. You bit your lip, but couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping as he continued to make tiny cuts. He stopped for a moment and caressed the

back of your head, “Good girl. You’re almost done.”

The lack of anger in his voice almost made you relax. The worry that he might try to end you right here and now faded, but the pain returned for a short while. You breathed heavily to get through it. Finally he stopped and admired his handiwork. The stinging pain soon became replaced with a warm wet feeling. Now that the fear was gone you remembered that you were supposed to be using this day to recover to prepare to return to the games. So much for that.

Niragi placed the tip of a finger at your lips, and pressed his way into your mouth. Sucked on it to try and keep in a good mood despite it having the metallic taste of your own blood.

He pulled you up and placed you on his lap so that he could kiss you and lick the blood from your lips. The pain he had inflicted seemed to satiate him for now. He squeezed at your shoulder though indicating the moment was over. As you both left the closet he said to meet you at the annex at the end of his patrol shift, and walked away.

And there you were, alone and trying to process everything. The way he had left so abruptly hurt worse than your wounds did. People were moving about the hotel around you, but the halls may as well have been empty.

You thought of the sweaty dance floor and how your back couldn’t have been clean while you made those cuts. You didn’t want to go to the infirmary to see An. There would be no way to explain away what had happened, and snitching to one of his coworkers seemed like an easy way to make things worse. Especially when Hatter seemingly had no issue with Niragi’s reign of terror so long as it remained aimed at the people he had deemed traitors.

You decided to just take a shower and dress your wounds yourself. As soon as the pressure was removed from the scratches on your upper arm the pain returned. You looked at your back in the mirror as the water heated up to see what he had carved into your skin, it was 韮木. He had made sure that no matter what happened or where you went, you would always carry his name with you.

You tried to rationalize while the hot water ran over you. You had encouraged him to be rough last night and enjoyed it, maybe things just got taken a little too far. At least that was easier to think about than your body being permanently altered without your consent.

And if you were starting to have second thoughts now, this had confirmed what you already suspected; If things got to be too much and you wanted out there would be no way to leave.

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Niragi looked back on the events of the day as he patrolled near the annex. He hadn’t exactly intended to get mad at you. It was just that seeing another man talking to you, having the audacity to get that close to his property, made him know that if he hadn’t ended that right there he would have blown the man’s brains out right then and there. While he was used to getting away with just about any of violent acts at the Beach, Hatter probably would be upset if there were brains floating in the hot tub that he wanted his guests to enjoy.

And once he had you pinned up against the wall your fear was just so delicious that he couldn’t help himself. Seeing you confident and deadly in the games, but trembling and broken beneath him was turning him on so much he had to stop thinking about it to avoid becoming aroused in public.

You had been willing to do so many things to please him. Now that he had found that boundary that inspired genuine fear, he wasn’t sure if he could keep himself from crossing it again.

As he walked he noticed Last Boss on patrol. “Hey.”

The tattooed man stopped and looked back at him.

“I had something I just wanted to run by you. Y/K is really pushing for me to give her a weapon, and I’m just not sure I’m ready for her to have that much control yet.”

Last Boss raised an eyebrow at Niragi.

“I like that she’s strong, I like that she can handle herself in the games, but I also like having her under my control.” He glanced over at his friend. “What if she gets a weapon and everything changes.”

Last Boss glanced at him, but Niragi continued rambling.

“But if I could make her powerful at the Beach, and still have her submitting to me, that would be worth it.”

He turned to his friend, “what do you think”

“I don’t want anyone on Aguni’s team who needs to be defended. I already did that favor for you once.”

“Maybe I’ll let her have it just for the game. I think that’s fair”

Last Boss gave him a sideways glance.

“Anyways, thanks for helping me out with this. You’re the best.”

“If I didn’t like you, I’d cut your head off for being annoying” Last Boss said as he walked away.

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You wandered the Beach looking for something to pass the time, and eventually found an entrance to a little courtyard with a garden growing. There were red rose bushes lining the wall, and some fruit and vegetable plants. As you walked through the rows you nearly ran into Mira who was watering the plants.

“Oh, I’m sorry. “ you jumped back “is this your garden”

Mira giggled. “It’s one of the ones I’ve started in this world.”

“I’m sorry if this sounds rude, but why start a garden here if you might die before it grows?”

“By that logic why do anything? We’re all going to die someday whether it happens in a game or not. That isn’t going to stop me from enjoying what I’m doing right now.”

“I wish I could do that. On game days I can’t focus on anything else.”

“Yet you performed well enough in them to get into the militants?”

“I mean, if I had gone into that game looking like I was scared to be there I probably would have been the first one sacrificed.”

Mira’s face lit up with the mention of the game, and something about her smile unnerved you. “Ah yes, I was hoping we’d get a chance to discuss the hearts game. What I love about the hearts games is their psychological nature. It’s not just how the game manipulates you, but how you can understand your fellow players reactions and manipulate them to survive.” She tilted her head as if to show she was thinking. “How interesting. If your fake bravado was what got convinced them to team up with you in the game, then you must be feeling like you can never let the act up.”

As Mira’s gaze seemed to pierce your soul, you recounted the events of the game, trying to downplay any mention of Niragi as you still weren’t really comfortable talking about whatever it was the two of you had going on to the other executives.

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When you met up with Niragi later he acted as if nothing had happened earlier. You had hoped he would apologize for snapping on you, and you had worried he would still be angry. The complete nonchalance caught you off guard and made you wonder if you had overreacted.

But as he grinned slyly down at you, you wanted everything to be alright. And when he told you that he was taking you to see Aguni you threw your arms around him. At first he tensed up under your touch, but eventually relaxed into it. “Does this mean I’m getting a gun?”

He lifted your chin up to look into his eye, “Aguni decides who gets a weapon, but… as his right hand man I may have worked something out for you.”

You followed him eagerly past the other Militants guarding this section of the resort.

“So, you want to join the Militant Corps.” Aguni said as you entered the weapons storehouse.” He didn’t wait for you to respond before continuing on, “there will be high expectations for you here. You’ll be expected to protect our interests at the Beach, to collect cards, and be loyal to me above anyone else.”

“I understand,” you said despite knowing that if there was one thing you could count on in this world, it was having no idea what would happen next.

Niragi approached you holding a gun that you had seen some of the other militants carrying. “We’ll be able to get in some good target practice today.”

You followed him, and waited for him to hand you the gun, but he kept it on him as he led you behind the resort and to the Militant’s target practice area.

When he did finally hand it to you, you gave him a kiss and said, “Thank you.” Hoping to show your appreciation. He flinched a little, once again his aversion to you showing him affection caught you off guard after the times he had ferociously fucked you in the past couple of days. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No” He shook his head. “I guess I’m just not used to having anyone being that gentle, anyways…” He gestured at the targets “time to show me what you’ve got.”

You took the safety off and got the target in your sites, you hit it on one of the outer rings.

“Not terrible.”

You focused and took a moment before your next shot, wanting to impress him.

Niragi laughed, “Aim faster, I feel like I’m watching old people fuck.”

“I’m so touched by your kind words of encouragement.”

“You should know by now I’m not going to sugarcoat anything for you.”

“Niragi, I promise that if you’re ever acting super nice to me I’ll take you to Ann to make sure you’re not having a stroke.” You turned back and fired at the target hitting it dead center. “See I’m getting better.”

“When we’re in a game, No one is going to stand there waiting for you to shoot them. You need this to become second nature.”

“Maybe once you get the hang of this one I’ll get out the sniper rifle for you to try.” He placed a hand on your shoulder. It made you involuntarily flinch as you remembered everything that had happened earlier.

Niragi noticed your reaction and wrapped his arms around you. It felt strange. He was the one who made you flinch, but he also was the one comforting you. You leaned back into him and rested your head against his shoulder as he caressed you.

“Everything is alright now, I’m here.”

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The next evening you were on your way back to the games. There were a lot of players that day so several Beach members were in your group. A carnival with brightly colored rides came into view.

You looked up at Niragi and could tell he was excited for the game. Somehow it felt like his mood was contagious, and you could go into a game for the first time without feeling dread.

“What’s your favorite ride?” He asked.

“I usually like roller coasters or swinging rides.”

“Then I promise we’ll ride one before the electricity goes off. Deal.”

“Deal, we might never get a chance like this again,” You agreed although a little unsure if the logistics of the game would allow it.

“And just so you know, if you had said carousel I might have dumped you on the spot.”

You picked up your phones and waited for the game to start. The difficulty announced: Six of Spades - Jungle Beast Hunter. You would need to hunt each animal in the carnival to clear the game.

“We’ll set up shop up high to cover you.” Niragi told Aguni and Last Boss as he strode over to the pirate ship ride. You could hear people in the distance begin to panic as the beasts came out.

As you climbed up into the ship Niragi yelled down at Last Boss, “start up the ride.”

Last Boss glanced up at him, “really?”

“I’ll bet I can still kill more of them than you. Loser has to be Hatter’s bodyguard tomorrow.”

The ride started and you sat back to back with Niragi to each see half of the carnival. With how high up you were the eagles were the first to come after you. Niragi immediately took one down and started to holler. “Woo-hoo! That was too easy.” He yelled down at last Boss “try to keep up.”

You felt your competitive side kicking in, but it really wasn’t as easy as Niragi made it seem to aim on the swinging ship. You fired one shot and missed. Determined to get the next one you relaxed and tried to stop overthinking it. You fired the gun and immediate heard the point counter go up.

“Did you see that I got one!”

“Good job, but I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten three by now.”

Last Boss yelled back “The lion was mine.”

“Hey I wounded it first.”

While they were arguing you saw some people running from a boar. You took aim again, but the stakes felt higher this time. If you missed you might hit someone. Niragi noticed you tense up and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Relax baby girl. Just pull the trigger.” He spoke into your ear. You let out your breath and fired.

The boar went down.

You looked back at Niragi feeling proud of yourself, and you saw his eyes tracing down your body before coming back up to meet yours. You felt your skin tingling as he leaned in to kiss you. Was your stomach dropping from the falling of the pirate ship or the kiss? You couldn’t tell.

Then you snapped back to reality as hears one of the other Militants gun fire. “We can’t be doing this right now.”

“Relax sweetheart. We’ll still clear the game.” He leaned into you and spoke into your ear, “I want to see how well I can aim with you going down on me.”

“Right now? During a game?”

“No one will be able to see what you’re doing up here.” He reassured you, as if your main concern wasn’t getting a laser to your head when the timer ran out. “You belong to me, remember that sweetheart.”

You nodded, the implication was clear: Niragi got what he wanted, when he wanted it. You carefully held onto the railing as you lowered yourself down, trying not to be thrown off your balance by the rocking of the ship. Once you were between his legs you unzipped his pants and took his cock in your mouth, feeling it grow as you licked around the tip.

He gave you a pat on the head before returning his focus to the game. You heard him fire before laughing.

“Fifth one.” You heard Last Boss yell.

Niragi yelled back. “Do you think this game really is a six? The guns make it too easy.”

By now you were bobbing up and down on Niragi’s cock, feeling it hit the back of your throat, sucking and licking it as you went along.

Despite him mostly keeping his composure, you felt him thrust upwards a little bit when what you were doing was really driving him crazy. You took him all the way in, feeling the pressure as your throat squeezed around him, determined to make him finish before the game ended. Finally you moved up and down more and more quickly as you felt him twitch and spill into you.

Looking up you saw him close his eyes for a moment and let out a silent gasp. You smiled as you swallowed and began to zip up his pants.

Back on the seat of the ride the ship slowly swung to a halt. You saw Aguni and Last Boss take down a tiger together, and then the “Game Clear” notification rang out.

While Aguni claimed the card, and picked up the newly printed visas, Niragi was harassing the players not from the Beach.

“You all would be dead right now if we hadn’t shown up to this game.” He raised his rifle. “I think you owe us something for that.”

Slowly the other players began to raise their hands.

“You’re going to hand over every card you’ve gotten from these games.”

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Back at the Beach you were celebrating the victory with your fellow Militants. After a few drinks Niragi pulled you over to seat that was off to the side of the ballroom, having you sit in his lap facing him.

“I think I owe you something,” He said into your ear. Although over the sound of blasting music and people on the dance floor you could barely hear.

He started off nibbling at your neck, gripping your hair roughly to hold you in place. Then his other hand, which had been caressing your breasts moved lower. He paused just as his fingertips reached under the fabric of your bikini, teasing you.

You looked around. The crowd was so thick that you knew most people wouldn’t see what you were up to. Your lover looked into your eyes, waiting for you.

“Please Niragi”

And with that his hand slid all the way under your bikini, and began to thumb little circles on your clit. You felt the heat rising between your legs. As the feeling grew you began to grind against his thigh.

He grabbed your hips tightly and pulled you in closer to him, while he started to move his fingers faster. You bit your lip, trying not to whimper and draw attention to yourself.

Then you felt two fingers slide through your folds. “You get wet so quickly for me.” You realized that it fed his ego, knowing how much of an effect he had on your body. He returned his fingers to your clit, applying more pressure now that they were slick with your juices.

You clung to him, trying not to let your body tremble. He applied the pressure so steadily. It kept you hovering just above the edge. He would make you beg. “Please Niragi.”

“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific Princess?”

“Please make me cum.” You tried to turn your head as you wondered if anyone around heard you.

Niragi grabbed your jaw as you did, “eyes down here.” He said as he began to rub harder against your clit. You looked into his eyes as you lost control, and could see him grin when he noticed the cascades of pleasure washing over you.

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You followed Niragi later that night, tipsy enough to not really question why you weren’t heading straight back to your room. it wasn’t until you reached the armory that you paused and began to back up.

“No, we’re not doing this again.” With every step backwards you took he moved forwards, not giving you an inch of space.

“And what exactly am I doing?”

“You took my gun after the last game too. You can’t keep doing that.”

He lifted your chin up as he leaned over you, “I can do anything that I want to sweetheart. I’m second in command in the Militants, and you’re nothing.”

A click sounded as you took the safety off your gun and raised it. “I won’t let you leave me defenseless again.” You spoke quietly, aware that the other Militants you had just passed were around the corner. You weren’t sure which situation would play out worse, the Militants seeing you had a gun pointed at one of their leaders, or Niragi feeling that you had embarrassed him in front of his men. Your heart pounded as you watched the hand that held his rifle against his shoulder, waiting for him to aim at you.

“Are you trying to leave me?”

“I’m not leaving you Niragi, but if you try to take my gun away again I will.” You saw him begin to move his rifle. “Go ahead, shoot me, and then you’ll have me trapped with you.”

He huffed angrily and walked past you, then turned and grabbed your wrist, dragging you along after him. You tried to maintain your composure as you passed the Militants on the late night patrols in the annex, even though your joints felt strained, and it seemed like your might snap at any moment.

You whimpered as he pulled you forward suddenly once you were alone in the resort halls. Niragi responded by getting in your face, “What do you have to complain about. Didn’t I just give you exactly what you asked for.”

You nodded, “Thank you Niragi. I appreciate it, you’re just hurting me.”

“Then think before you make demands next time.”

He didn’t lessen his grip until you were back in the room. When you followed him into bed you tried to place a hand on his chest. To reassure that you were staying, to show you appreciated him listening to you. But he only rolled over wordlessly to face away from you.

The stinging pain on your back, and the throbbing in your wrist only intensified as you attempted to sleep.

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A Chance Encounter (2/3)

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series) Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Warning: Implied sexual activity Category: Fluff Word count: 3.3K Series Summary: Ten years before meeting at Edenbrook, Ethan and Sawyer have a chance encounter during spring break.

A/N: Artwork by the incredible @/artbyainna on Instagram.

Chapter Summary: Knowing the odds of ever seeing each other again, Ethan and Sawyer throw caution to the wind and spend a magical night together.

Part One

Part Two: The Hook-Up

January 2023 - Miami, Florida

“And I’m beginning to realize…” Ethan paused, reaching for Sawyer’s wine glass and placing it along with his own on the patio table behind him, “There are some things that are worth any risk.” 

Though it was winter, the cooler Miami temperature was as comfortable as a summer night in Boston. But Ethan wasn’t thinking about home. With the moonlit backdrop of the Atlantic Ocean, a scene from his past began to play out before him. 

When he turned back to Sawyer, he met her hopeful eyes. Reflecting the bright, silver moonlight, they looked just like sea glass.

It had been six months since the mystery woman he met a decade ago in East Hampton, New York found her way back into his life. If Sawyer had any memory of those days at the beach, she had kept it tucked away. When her shaky hand cupped his dark stubbled cheek, Ethan was suddenly desperate to remind her. “Sawyer, I…” 

“I know,” she said softly, never breaking their intense gaze. 

Immense relief coursed through him as he closed his eyes and leaned into her caressing touch. With that long-awaited admission, Ethan’s remaining reservations were drowned out by overwhelming lust for the woman he had dreamt of for years. When his eyes opened again, the dam built of steadfast resolve finally broke.

In an instant, she was finally - after all this time - back in his arms. His mouth covered hers in an intense kiss. He held his lips to hers for many heartbeats, needing to make up for lost time. 

“Dr. Ramsey, you’re–”

“Ethan,” he insisted. There was no need for formality anymore. They no longer had to pretend they were only ever co-workers. Their pact of anonymity became null and void the day Sawyer walked through the doors of Edenbrook Hospital.

Time was a blur as a frenzy of hands and mouths allowed their bodies to become reacquainted. After a clumsy, lip-locked dance across the balcony, Ethan fell back into a cushioned patio chair. Sawyer lowered herself onto his lap and began slowly rocking her hips against his, matching the lapping rhythm of the shore. 

“Sawyer, I’ve never done anything like this. Ever. This is—” He needed her to know he would never take advantage of his position of authority. He would never take advantage of her in any capacity. Hell, it’s why he had kept this memory to himself to begin with. But he could no longer deny their history. Their attraction. Their connection. 

Sawyer stopped him mid-sentence, placing her hand over his pounding heart. She then took his hand and held it between the valley of her breasts, and he completely forgot what he was going to say. Instead, he sighed contentedly. “You… feel amazing.” 

His blonde temptation smiled coyly. “Wait ‘til you feel the rest of me.”

Her confusing words and a perfectly timed chilly gust of ocean breeze released him from her spell. What does she mean by that? Ethan quickly replayed the last few minutes, realizing he may have made an erroneous assumption. When Sawyer said “I know” was she referring to their past or acknowledging their current and undeniable attraction to one another? The jolting thought made him face the harsh realities of their situation yet again. She was an intern. He was her boss. This can’t happen no matter their history.

March 2012 - East Hampton, New York

The day after her best friend's accident, Christian headed into the big city with her employer on official nanny duty. Having stayed behind, Sawyer took the opportunity to walk to town and explore the local shops and eateries. She enjoyed window shopping at high-end stores catering to wealthy vacationers and locals. But wearing cut-off jean shorts, a tank top, and flip-flop sandals, she didn’t dare go inside fearing a “Pretty Woman” scene the moment a salesperson sized her up. 

Deciding it was time for a morning pick-me-up, Sawyer made her way to the crowded Starbucks on the corner. She was about to follow a couple of hoity-toity customers inside when a row of quaint boutiques across the street caught her eye, a little coffee shop nestled between them. She looked both ways before dashing across the bustling thoroughfare, eager to try something different.

The bell on the door rang as she opened it, drawing the attention of several patrons. As Sawyer surveyed the charming and seemingly popular cafe, her face lit up when she saw Ethan at the back of the order line. 

Also excited by the surprise meeting, Ethan let the older woman behind him go first so he could stand next to Sawyer in line.

“I didn't take you for a coffee guy," she greeted.

"I'm a med student, remember? We only function on coffee or energy drinks. I prefer coffee."

“And why this place over that one?” she wondered, tilting her head toward the large bay window. The siren in the middle of the familiar green logo smiled back at them.

“In my experience, local coffee shops have better quality coffee. And they tend to be much quieter. There’s a lesser-known place close to campus where I like to go to study. The owner is from Hawaii and occasionally serves an amazing Kona.”

“In other words, you’re a coffee snob,” she poked fun.

Ethan shrugged unoffended.

The barista took their orders when they reached the counter. “Are these together?”  

“Yes,” they both answered at the same time. 

“Let me,” Sawyer turned to Ethan. “I owe you one for your help yesterday.” 

But Ethan wouldn’t have it. “It’s on me,” he overruled, handing his debit card to the barista.  

Moving out of the way for the next customer, Sawyer thanked him for the coffee. “That was sweet. But I still owe you. I might just have to give you one of those private surf lessons for free," she smiled coyly.

Clearing his throat, "Speaking of… how's the leg?" 

"It's bruised and tender,” she shifted her body to show him. “I found some of that same ointment at the house and rebandaged the big cut this morning."

Ethan nodded satisfied.

Sipping from their to-go cups, they stepped out of the small eatery together. Hoping to extend their time together with a walk home, Ethan asked which direction she was headed. 

Looking down the street, she answered, “I was going to take this way around. I wanted to check out a few more of the sights.”

“Care for some company?” Ethan asked hopefully.

Sawyer couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when she turned her head to respond. “I’d love some.”

Strolling through the village-like setting, they chatted about all sorts of things, especially medical school. With a big decision to make soon, Sawyer wanted to know more about the application process, Ethan’s favorite classes, and his plans after graduation.

“Wait, seriously? I’ve heard of Dr. Banerji! I recently read one of his case studies for my Viruses and Application for Biological Systems class. Wow, I hope things work out and you get the chance to work with him,” Sawyer commented with sincerity.

Spotting a gift shop with tacky tchotchkes and souvenirs, she tugged on his arm to follow her inside. They browsed the displays, making a game of who could find the most ridiculous item. Ethan was determined to outdo himself every time simply to hear her lovely, melodic laughter. He found her minutes later flipping through a rack of novelty t-shirts. Ethan mindlessly flicked through shirts on the opposite side. He found it endearing how she giggled at the silly ones, and more than once their eyes met over the clothing rack, eliciting shy smiles.

When they exited the store, Sawyer handed him a bag. “Here.”

“What’s this?” he furrowed his brow in question.

“Open it,” she instructed.

Ethan pulled a white t-shirt from the bag. The red print said “LIFEGUARD,” and below the cross symbol it said “The Hamptons.” 

“I know it’s cheesy, but I owe you a new shirt and you did come to my rescue,” she explained. 

With a nod of appreciation, “Thanks. You didn’t need to do this,” he said, tucking the shirt back into the bag. 

As they trekked through the neighborhood, their conversation continued to flow effortlessly, like they could share anything and everything without hesitation. Sawyer made him smile often with her carefree playfulness and gentle teasing. Not an easy feat if you ask those who knew him well. Likewise, Ethan made her laugh, even snort a few times, with his dry humor and quick wit. They walked just inches apart, their hands brushing together so many times it no longer felt accidental. 

It felt like they had been walking and talking for hours, but it all came to an end too soon when they reached his driveway.

“Thanks for the coffee and company.” She looked nervously at her feet before continuing, “It sucks that you’re leaving tomorrow. Maybe we can–”

"Hey! Is that you, Gidge?” Tobias interrupted as he came outside to unload party supplies from his Jeep. “I see you've met Moondoggie here.”

"What the hell are you talking about, Carrick?" Ethan glared at him. 

"It's from an old movie," Sawyer helped to explain.

"Gigde, we're throwing a beach bash later tonight–”

“We are?” Ethan interrupted with a vexed look on his face. 

“You and your friend should come," Tobias continued, ignoring his roommate.

"We'd love to come to your orgy… I mean luau, Kahuna," she played along. 

Ethan just looked between the two of them, the movie references completely lost on him. 

Tobias elbowed him playfully, "I like this one, man.”

Rolling her eyes, Sawyer turned back to Ethan, “Later then?"

Ethan nodded and put his hand up to say goodbye as she continued down the road.

The back of the Jeep was stockpiled with several cases of beer and brown paper bags with various assortments of liquor bottles. “Jesus Christ. How many people did you invite over?” Ethan groaned.

Shrugging, Tobias responded, “Who was counting?” 

Ethan jumped when he felt fingers slide into his back pocket. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, swatting his annoying friend's hand away. 

Tobias patted Ethan’s ass where he deposited a strip of square foil-wrapped packets. “Just making sure you’re prepared for later.” 

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Christian had to put the kids to sleep before going off the clock for the night. By the time Sawyer and her best friend finally made their way next door, the party was in full swing.

As the ladies made their way to the kitchen for drinks, Sawyer’s eyes swept each room they passed, hoping to spot a familiar face. Every room was crowded with college-age partiers, most of whom looked like snobby rich kids. Guys wearing polo shirts and plaid shorts, and who sported expensive watches, mingled with women wearing tight, short dresses, with blown-out hair and manicured nails. Sawyer wasn’t sure if they’d been invited to a spring break party or a country club clambake.

“Gidge! You made it,” Tobias greeted, throwing an arm around her shoulder as he squeezed in between the two friends. 

“Kahuna,” she acknowledged. 

“Let me introduce my boys, Stinky and Lover Boy,” he joked, nodding to his pals. “Moondoggie, who you’ve met, is around here somewhere. Probably sulking in a corner.”

“Annnd, I have no idea what you guys are talking about,” Sawyer’s friend laughed, “but, I’m Christian.”

Tobias looked her up and down, then said with a smirk, “Challenge accepted, angel. We’ll make a sinner of you before the night is over.”  

A while later, Ethan came out of hiding and weaved his way through the party. He scanned the many faces gathered in nearly every room on the first floor of the mansion, searching for a pair of brilliant green eyes. But as luck would have it, they kept barely missing each other. No sooner had he left the room than she entered. After a couple of passes, Ethan grabbed a beer from the kitchen, and with a disappointed sigh, he made his way outside. 

Sawyer stayed by her friend's side for a while until Tobias wrapped his arm around Christian's shoulders and led her away for a dance. With a beer of her own, Sawyer ventured outside to get some fresh air. On the far end of the deck was a spiral staircase that led to a second-story balcony. Hoping to at least enjoy the view of the moonlit ocean while she worked through her own disappointment, she coiled up the stairs. When she reached the top step, she saw Ethan leaning on the railing, looking sullen and staring out to the water.

"Oh! Hey,” she tried to contain her sudden excitement, “Sorry. I didn't realize anyone was up here."

"Hi," his voice sounded glad to see her.

"Mind if I join you?"

Ethan shook his head.

"Not much of a party guy, huh?" Sawyer asked, joining him at the railing. 

"It's not really my scene."

“Oh? And what kind of scene do you prefer?”

Ethan slightly shifted his body toward her. “Coffee and conversation. A stroll through the neighborhood. Beers on the porch,” he answered, clinking the neck of his bottle against hers.

With knowing smiles, they each took a swig of beer, then fell back into the same comfortable conversation as earlier in the day. There was an undeniable connection between them and, as if they both came to that same realization, a timid silence settled between them. 

This was the moment, the one where someone made a move or made an excuse to head back downstairs. Ethan pushed off the railing and stood up straight, setting his beer bottle on the railing. Sawyer followed his lead, doing the same. When she turned to face him, a gust of ocean breeze blew her hair into her eyes. Ethan's fingers were there in an instant to help push it away, and after tucking it behind her ear, his hand lingered on the side of her face. Sawyer wrapped her hand around his wrist to hold it in place as their eyes met in contemplation.

Ethan considered whether the instant gratification was worth it, knowing it would make their inevitable goodbye that much harder. Given their current realities, he was under no illusion that this would be anything more than a spring break fling. But the voice of reason was drowned out by the overwhelming need to taste her lips and feel her skin under his fingertips. In that instant, he decided the reward far outweighed the risk. 

During those few seconds of hesitation, Sawyer made her mind up too. When she wrapped her other hand around the back of his neck, the dam broke. 

Though their lips were eager to meet, their first kiss was not hurried. It started soft and slow. Ethan pulled back after a moment to gauge Sawyer’s reaction, seeing the smile in her eyes. When he felt the gentle tug on the back of his neck urging him to return to her lips, he angled his head to the other side and kissed her again. Sawyer parted her lips, inviting him deeper. Their kisses grew in intensity, and the longer they stayed lip-locked, the more desperate they became for more.

Tongues still dancing together, Ethan clumsily backed them away from the railing and toward a reclining chaise lounge. Mindful of her wounded leg, he laid down so that Sawyer could straddle him. 

Eager to feel more of him, Sawyer lifted his shirt over his head. As her fingers dragged over the contradiction of velvety skin and concrete muscle, Ethan’s fingers found their way under the hem of her shirt. The lower hers traveled, the higher his went. When she reached the button of his jeans, Sawyer hesitated.

His hands instantly dropped to hers, tenderly wrapping them in his own. “If you want to stop, we can. This is probably a terrible idea given the odds of seeing each other again.”

The fact that he was being so considerate only made her want him more. If she was going to check this experience off of her college bucket list, she wanted to do it with him. 

Staring down at their joined hands, she shook her head. “No, I want to. I’m just a little nervous,” she confessed, looking up with a shy smile. “And honestly, the fact that we probably won’t see each other again seems like a good enough excuse to just give in. No strings attached. No complications,” she assured him. “Do you? Want to stop?” 

“Hell no. I want you,” he insisted, squeezing her hands. “It’s just… I don’t usually do this sort of thing… but I just can’t seem to get enough of you.” Ethan rubbed the knuckles of her hand with his thumb. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give. No pressure.”

His eyes spoke nothing but the truth, and in response, Sawyer weaved her fingers through his. She then pushed their joined hands over his head, leaning down to capture his mouth in a heated kiss. 

When things turned red hot again, Sawyer murmured against his lips. “Do you have–”

“In my back pocket,” he whispered, letting go of her hands.

Sawyer laughed as she reached underneath him and shimmied her hand into his pocket. “For someone who doesn’t do this sort of thing–” 

“Let’s just say my roommate is the type to do this and wanted everyone to be prepared tonight,” Ethan defended, plucking the foil packets from her fingers. “As much as I hate to give him the satisfaction, I’ll have to remember to thank him later.” 

The stars in the night sky replaced the ones behind her eyes after experiencing something she could only describe as magical. Feeling as though she had finally descended back to Earth, Sawyer shifted in Ethan’s arms, attempting to disentangle herself and stand up.

“Not yet,” he begged, locking her up in his limbs.

She inhaled the scent of his bare skin and placed a kiss over his still thundering heart, “Okay.”

The ocean mist cooled their flushed skin as they stole gentle kisses from each other, hoping the next wouldn’t have to be the last. Propping herself up on an elbow, Sawyer stared down into Ethan’s moonlit eyes.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“It’s just… you’ve been so amazing, and I don’t even know your name,” she giggled.

Caressing the side of her face, “Let’s keep it that way. It will be easier to let each other go. No complications, remember?” 

Nodding in agreement, “Okay. No complications,” she echoed. Sawyer repeated the mantra in her head several times as she reluctantly pried herself free of Ethan’s embrace. “I should find my friend before she starts to worry.”

“Right.”

They handed each other pieces of clothing and got dressed. Standing in front of each other, Sawyer reached up and took Ethan’s face in her hands, offering him a final kiss goodbye. Ethan swept his hands over her hair and held her head as he returned the sentiment, not letting go until they were both out of breath. 

Slowly they pulled away. Sawyer took a few steps backward, before finally turning her back to him and walking away. Before descending the spiral staircase, she turned her head and met Ethan’s gaze. “Bye, Moondoggie.”

“Bye… Gidge?” he tried to remember. 

With an affirmative nod and final wave, Sawyer winded her way down the stairs. 

She found Christian inside, sitting on Tobias’ lap. They were watching and laughing as Stinky, whose real name she thought was Andrew, sang a horrible karaoke rendition of Gotye’s “Somebody that I Used to Know.” 

When Christian spotted her friend in the doorway, she whispered to Tobias that she’d be right back. “Hey! Are you good? Have you been having fun?”

“Yep,” Sawyer beamed uncontrollably. 

“Hold up,” Christian looked her up and down, “Sawyer, did you…?” 

Sawyer eagerly shook her head in the affirmative. 

“You and your lifeguard?” 

Sawyer nodded again. 

“Eeeek! Girl, how was it? Are you okay?”

“I’m good. Really good. It was incredible.”

Part 3: The Realization

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Chapter 2: On the Roof

Shit weather can only stop me for so long! Here's chapter 2

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x F!Reader x Ron “Slider” Kerner Summary: The boys receive their commendations, and you keep your legs crossed. Should be easy, right? Wrong. Word Count: 3680 Warnings: Smut, bets and wagers, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving) Chapter: 2/4 Minors DNI Previous Chapter

“Sooo,” Maria Cortell leans as far forward as her bump will allow, drawing out the word with a smile on her lips. It’s become apparent that you’ll be waiting a while for your stolen tablemates to walk onto the stage and receive their commendations. “Are wedding bells ringing?”

Your poor heart, which had only just slowed, skips an unsteady beat. Maria’s question, for as simple as it is, packs one helluva wallop.

The thought hasn’t crossed your mind. You haven’t even said I love you—not for a lack of love, but because you’ve lost many of the ones you love over your life. Admitting the depth of your feelings—whether for family, friends, or beaus—always seems to precede an abrupt departure of said person from your life. But now that Maria has mentioned it, what are you supposed to do?

Distracted, you twist your cloth napkin between clammy hands. It’s not like you can marry Ice and Slider, but you can’t date Ice forever, either. especially not if he’s trying to climb the ladder. He’s expected to marry. To have kids. The white picket fence experience. A wife to come home to.

“They must be,” Merlin’s wife jumps in.

Maria nods with the enthusiasm you wish you felt. “Bill and I were looking at houses after three months. I’m sure you’ve at least talked about it.”

Goose throws back a full glass of wine.

They think they’re being supportive, and it would be nice if it weren’t so terrifying. “I–”

“And now’s the perfect time,” Maria doesn’t even realize she’s cut you off. “Who knows how long he’ll be stationed at Miramar?”

“Ooh! You could get married on the beach.”

Cougar catches your lack of participation. “Don’t scare her off, now,” Cougar says, placing his hand on top of his wife’s to get her attention.

“Oh please,” Laura brushes Cougar aside, “they’ve been practically wrapped around each other all night. Ron said they’ve been inseparable.”

Maria sighs. “Poor Ron.” Carole chokes, but the only one who pays her any mind is Goose, who smacks her between her shoulder blades and refills her water. “I remember how close he and Tom were at Pensacola, must be hard for him to watch his friend settle down–“ something must flit across your face because she hesitates mid-sentence, her eyes widen a little as she realizes the insinuation, and she all but lunges for the distraction of her sentry of a water glass, “–but, um, I’m sure you have a friend you could set him up with?”

“Oh,” Goose interjects loud enough to turn a couple of heads and incite a stern look from Jester, “I think this is them.”

It isn’t.

“That would be fun,” Laura coos back to Maria without skipping a beat. “Think of the double dates.”

“Come on,” Goose tries again, “you don’t want to set someone up with Kerner, do you?” And didn’t Goose know it. He squawks when Carole catches him in the ribs with her elbow, but Maria and Laura are off to the races, passing the idea back and forth and painting a picture of your future while you struggle to keep up.

“You’ll always have someone to keep you company when they end up on a carrier halfway around the world.” Maria.

A sly look from Laura. “You know, if you time it right, your kids can grow up together.”

“Community is so important,” Maria agrees, ducking around a waiter’s arm as dinner plates are settled.

“Sam and I were lucky enough to be stationed near my family when we had the girls.”

“I don’t know what I’d have done without the wives’ group while I was pregnant with Robbie.” Maria gives her husband a tender smile and smoothes a hand over her belly. Whatever she says next is drowned out by applause.

This time—as Goose breathes an “Oh, thank god”—a familiar group of flyboys are led onto the stage. The commander keeps it brief; says some words about the Layton mission and the courageous efforts of the aviators who defended the boat from enemy MiGs. Everyone gets a pin on their lapel before they’re all ushered off the stage. Your legs are crossed by the time they make it back to the table.

The rest of the dinner passes without issue. Plates are cleared. The program comes to a close with the cutting of a cake. A cacophony of music and conversation erupts as the masses are released from their seats and the event finally catches its second wind. More immediately around you, the flyboys spill into the space between their tables and continue catching up.

Hollywood and Sundown introduce their dates—fiancée and wife, respectively—to the larger group. Jester and his wife sneak off, presumably to find Viper but definitely different company. It’s a relief to gain more social padding between yourself, Maria, and Laura, well-meaning though they may be.

It’s while you’re reacquainting yourself with the rest of the group when Hollywood asks Slider if he’s flying solo these days.

“What’s it look like?” Slider grumbles.

Wolfman slings an arm around his fellow RIO’s shoulders to pull him close. “Aw, man. What happened?”

Slider gives him a half-shrug, looking otherwise unaffected. “You know how it is. Couldn’t handle the job.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Chipper chimes in. “You’re still at Miramar.”

“So she dumped you?” Wolf’s winces as he looks up at Slider, taking his silence for confirmation. “Yikes.”

“Hey, it wasn’t like that–”

“Don’t mind them,” Sundown says, an arm wrapped around his wife. She beams at him when he assures Slider,“The right one will stick around.”

And the conversation could’ve ended there. Wolf, Chip, and Sli could’ve spent the rest of the night wingmanning each other until it was time to turn in and Slider would slip into your quarters.

Maria Cortell had other plans. “Don’t be ridiculous! We were just talking about how the future missus must have a friend she can set you up with.” Cheeks flaming, you tuck into Ice’s side in an attempt to escape his gaze. “Future missus?” His tone gives nothing away, but the stiffening of his arm beneath your hand speaks volumes.

Beside Ice, Slider raises a brow. “Were you, now?” This is a conversation you were hoping to avoid.

“Please,” Pete scoffs. “I wouldn’t wish Kerner on anyone.”

Slider sneers, but it doesn’t have any real heat behind it. “Bite me, Mitchell.”

And bless Carole Bradshaw because she sees Pete opening his mouth to say, “Which one?” from a mile away and deploys a very loud countermeasure: “I wanna dance!”

Goose grabs his wife’s hand and pulls her to sit across his lap. “Great idea, honey!” he crows, earning a kiss on the cheek.

For as long as you’ve known him, Goose has always been a darling. Everyone knows it, too. The sun is hot. Water is wet. Everyone loves Goose. His close call on Hop 31 only cemented that last truth. Nick Bradshaw is magnetic in a way few others are, and he could pull a crowd just as easily at the piano as he could, apparently, at his wife’s beck-and-call.

The display of eager, honeyed affection drawing the eyes and smiles of the group.

“C’mon, Mav, give us a push!” Goose loops his arms around Carole as she makes herself comfortable in his lap for the taxi to the dancefloor. “Should be a—what did you call it?—a target-rich environment.”

“Wait. You not seeing Blackwood anymore?” Hollywood asks, receiving ‘oohs’ from the rest of the men. Pete’s shoulder’s bunch, but otherwise, he ignores his friends. Though she was a civilian contractor, Charlie did work for the DoD, and after her relocation to D.C., Pete was technically on her turf tonight.

“He doesn’t like to talk about it,” Ice deflects.

Pete grabs hold of Goose’s wheelchair, finding it more difficult to maneuver with two passengers.  “I wonder if Penny’s here.”

Carole throws her head back with a guffaw. “After your little joyride? I’d be surprised if her daddy lets her within a thousand feet of you!”

The group doesn’t stick together much longer, inevitably breaking up as they go their separate ways.

“What do you say?” Ice asks, nodding after the group headed to the dancefloor. Eventually, Ice needs to go back to rubbing shoulders with the brass, but there’s no harm in a quick dance or two to break up the monotony.

“That’s okay, Ice,” Slider butts in, a wicked glimmer in his eyes. You repress a shiver when the same hand that had been between your legs squeezes your shoulder, fingers ghosting over the velvet near your collarbone. “You go keep Mav out of trouble. We’ll grab dessert and meet you there.”

The twitch at the corner of his lips gives away how hard Slider is fighting to keep the wolfish grin off his lips. Your ears burn, but Ice’s only reaction is an unenthused, dismissive sound. Both of you know what Slider is playing. That doesn’t stop the pinpricks of arousal from returning as you imagine Slider’s hands—both of them this time—working to finish what he’d started under the table.

“How long have we known each other?” Ice asks Slider.

“Going on ten years.”

“And I can count the number of times I’ve seen you eat cake on one hand,” Ice muses.

Undeterred, Slider offers you a lopsided, wolfish grin, his fingers tracing down your arm and raising goosebumps in their wake. “Who said anything about cake?”

“There it is.” Ice flicks Slider’s fingers from their path and threads his fingers through your own. The same Iceman mask he wears around the tarmac is firmly in place when he levels Slider with a look. “You’re incorrigible.”

“You’re pissy because I had this in the bag before I was interrupted.”

“And how were you planning on getting away with it?” Ice hisses with a glance to make sure the three of you are well enough alone. “Sitting at a table full of people.”

“I had a plan,” Slider scoffs.

“A plan to get caught with your hand up her skirt.”

“You’re just upset you walked right into it.” Ice clenches his teeth. He doesn’t have a responding quip, and Slider knows it. Ice had been too excited by the sudden appearance of Cougar to realize Slider was gunning for a quick win. “All it takes is one mistake,” Slider needles.

Wearing down the competition with technical precision is a page straight out of Ice’s book and his fingers twitch ever so slightly in your grasp, Slider rubbing it in his face that he’s fallen prey to his own game. It’s a mistake he won’t make twice.

Ice takes a deep breath and looks to the barrel-vaulted ceiling as if he’ll find the answers he’s looking for among the gold leafing. “We’re leaving now.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” Slider taunts, but Ice is back on his game. He serves Slider a smug look as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“Goodbye, Kerner.”

In the dance hall, you’re a single drop in a rolling sea. The band is louder here, the floor tacky with spilled beverages, but you find a pocket of space as the music slows. Pete hangs onto the edge of the crowd with Goose and Carole, his face pressed between Goose’s shoulder blades as he helps his best friend stand to dance with his wife—Carole, you’re sure, is crying.

Gentle hands bring your focus back to your partner as he encourages you to step with him to the rhythm. When you look up at him through your lashes, you almost forget the rest of the room. Taken by the flint of his eyes in the low light. A smile bubbles to life on your rouged lips is an inevitability.

You spin beneath his arm and let Ice reel you in until his breath tickles your ear. “You’re stunning.” You glow under the praise, fingers playing with the short hairs at his nape. High praise.

It makes you wonder: does Ice even know what he looks like?

The ever-present tan of his skin highlighted by the contrasting white of his uniform. The smarts. The confidence. A beauty mark on his jaw. High cheekbones. The way he moves.

He has to know. Not for vanity, but for fact. 

“How’re you holding up?” He must pick up on the restless twitch of your muscles or maybe the flutter of your heart in your palm.

You paint on a smile. ”I’m fine.”

You can’t suppress the shudder that wracks you or the sharp intake of breath when he lifts your chin with a finger, lashes brushing your cheeks as a kiss is pressed to your forehead. When he tugs you closer, you go easily, but you’re unable to fully relax into the embrace.

“Did you know you only say you’re fine when you aren’t?” He shifts his hold so it feels more like a hug, a soft quirk to his lips. It’s easier for him to hold you like this when you fade into the crowd. There’s less pressure. Fewer eyes on him when his hand shifts lower, dexterous fingers tracing over the knobs of your spine and raising goosebumps beneath the luxurious drape of your gown.

The band does wonders to mute your gasp, but Ice doesn’t miss the way you jerk in his grasp. Sensitive.

“Was it…?” He doesn’t finish in an overabundance of caution for who may or may not be eavesdropping. The hand you’d let linger near his nape comes to fidget against his chest as you lay your head against his shoulder and nod while focusing on the ba-dum of his heart. “Do you need to leave?”

“No.” Sure, you tingle with each brush of skin on skin. Yes, you’re eager to soak up each touch. But, as you meet his eyes, you mean it. “I’m just a little overwhelmed by all of this,” you fib.

Slider may be pushing the boundaries of decency—may have definitely blown past them during the dinner— and you may be wound tight after so many days without either of their company, but you can do this. Tonight is about Ice, and you intend to see it through.

“But I don’t want to leave.”

Ice keeps you close as the song fades out and the band counts in a fast-paced number. “Look,” Ice concedes when you break free of the dancing. Playtime is over, you can practically see the cogs turning in the metal of his eyes as Ice comes up with a revised plan. “There are still some people I need to talk to, but after, I’ll get us out of–”

“Just the man I was looking for.” Ice stops so abruptly that you stumble into him. “Admiral John Benjamin,” Penny’s father introduces himself, taking Ice’s hand in a firm shake. “Really good stuff on the Enterprise.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The praise, though sparing, is well-deserved. But the obsequious nature of his comment is revealed in the way the admiral’s eyes scan the nearby crowd. Ice isn’t his target.

“Say,” the admiral drawls as he drops all pretenses, “you wouldn’t happen to know where your wingman is? I want to congratulate him on a job well done.”

You very much doubt that, but as you glance over to where Pete had been with Goose and Carole earlier, he’s long gone—Carole helping her husband back into his wheelchair, the only evidence Pete had been there at all. And Ice knows enough through retellings of Pete’s past run-ins with Admiral Benjamin that you trust him not to sell your brother out. At least, not if he doesn’t have to.

“I haven’t seen him since we received our commendation.”

“Of course. Congratulations again on those,” Benjamin clips. “But you must have some sort of idea of his whereabouts.”

“I–”

“Ice. Admiral, sir.” It never ceases to amaze you how someone as large as Slider can so easily fly under the radar when he wants to. “I need to borrow her for a minute,” he says before Ice can say anything, and because he can’t do anything when Admiral Benjamin continues to squeeze for information on Pete, Slider steers you out of the dance hall.

It had been a crisp 66 degrees in DC, the setting of the sun taking what remained of the day’s warmth with it. The cold creeps beneath your skin as Slider beckons you up the roof access, shimming the door with a wad of folded cocktail napkins so you can slip back to the party later.

Though shrouded in darkness on the flat of the rooftop, the bright lights of the capital might as well be a hair’s breadth away. Too close for comfort. Before you can protest, Slider engulfs your hand in his and looks for a more suitable, more private corner. It won’t do to be caught, though Slider doubts anyone will come looking. But it pays to be cautious.

“You have any idea how good you look in this?” Slider rumbles, voice resonating from deep within his chest in a way that makes your insides quake. He lets you know with a demanding kiss, his lips lightly stained with your rouge when he pulls back so you can suck in a breath.

“Sli.” The wind carries your whine toward the street, where it’s drowned by the brassy horns of street traffic. When goosebumps erupt along your arms, your fingers scrabble for his shoulder boards in a bid to keep him close.

It takes next to nothing to convince Slider to give in to your plea. Crowding close as he smears kisses and color down your neck. “It’s been so hard to keep my hands off you.” Said hands grab fistfuls of you over the velvet of your gown; the smooth rasp of the fabric over tender skin makes you gasp.

“You didn’t,” you point out.

“No,” he agrees, fingers reacquainting themselves with the gusset of your panties. “But can you blame me?”

“Who else would I blame?”

Dizzy with desire, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep a heady whine locked away when fingers slip between your pussy lips to tease around your entrance. “Do you want me to stop?” Slider asks with a lopsided, teasing grin.

“Don’t you dare.”

Instead of giving you what you want—two fingers to fill you where you feel hopelessly empty—Slider’s hand withdraws from your panties. You’re a second from demanding he put his hand right back where he had it when Slider lowers himself to the ground. “Wait–!” you exclaim as his first knee touches down on the unkempt rooftop floor “–your pants.”

“Don’t worry,” he says as both of his hands slip under your dress, eager fingers drawing the lacy elastic of your panties down your legs. “That’s what drycleaning’s for.” But his other knee stays decidedly off the ground.

Slider scoots himself closer, impatient hands rucking up your tight-fitting dress until he can take advantage of the slit in your skirt. He hikes your leg over his shoulder, soft skin exposed to the night, but you’re far from cold as he chases the fabric with scorching kisses up the inside of your thigh. Deliberately leaving marks where no one else at this stuffy party will see them.

His hair is just long enough that the tips begin to curl. You spear your fingers through the short waves and fist what you can. Normally, you’d hold him close as he litters your hip with hungry kisses and sharp, rosey blooms, but with the way he’d worked you up earlier, you pull his head toward the apex of your thighs. You can go back to being Ice’s pretty trophy girlfriend after you cum on Slider’s tongue.

Slider lets out a gruff rumble of a chuckle as if he’s read your mind. A nip makes your leg jump in his grasp, your heel knocking against his back, but he’s as eager to get this show on the road as you are.

Face half-obscured by black velvet, Slider’s tongue laps over your clit. Eyes slamming shut, whole body pulsing in time with your heart, head thunking back against the wall. Slack-jawed, you encourage him to do it again with a shuttered but wanton noise in the back of your throat.

“That’s it,” Slider encourages, his other hand reaching up to massage your ass and drag your hips forward in a slick grind against his mouth. You tremble in his grasp as he continues to roll your hips against his face before he opts for a new angle of attack.

A quick reposition of the leg over Slider’s shoulder grants him better access for a more thorough assault on your cunt, and your back arches when his tongue prods at your entrance. Blood roars in your ears while your walls clench around nothing at the promise of his tongue, but it only teases at your lips.

You try to drag him closer with your one leg, letting go of Slider’s hair with one hand to steady yourself against the wall. Sli takes that moment to dive in, tongue finally fucking into you and his nose bumping into your clit in a way that has your heart stuttering and limbs shaky. Your hips jolt at the touch, back arching off the wall.

It’s messy, the pinpricks of Slider’s stubble eased by the mix of arousal and spit coating the apex of your thighs. The barely muffled slurp as he parts your lips and delves his tongue inside before engulfing your clit in the wet heat of his mouth and giving it a suck.

Slider’s eyes are half-lidded when he meets your gaze. “You’re close,” he breathes, calloused fingers petting up your leg directly to your clit and drinking in the shiver it knocks loose, your lips red as you bite back a moan. “Don’t worry,” he says, two fingers dipping the slightest bit into your cunt before drawing back to rub at the opening, “we’ll get you there this time.”

Against your back, the wall rattles as the roof access bangs open.

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[harringtons-cupid]

Joe Keery Teacher x single mom! Reader

One

➻wc: 5.1k

➻ Warnings 18+:

Female masturbation, pillow grinding, fingering, cunnilingus, desk/public sex, choking, squirting, vibrator use, clit spanking, dry humping. Alcohol use.

➻ Tagged: @urlbitchin @paranoidmunson @2-manyfandoms21 @harringtons-hellfire @hxllfiredoll @sweet-villain

Slightly based off Lorelai Gilmore and Max Medina

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Your child's teacher was Mr Joe Keery, you had seen him around at Parents Evenings. This year, you knew you'd come face to face to him, all the other mums were not subtle in their attempts.

But you, he found you curious.

You were distant at the school, you were opinionated but not like the other parents. You were insanely attractive and never raised any issues at PTA meetings.

As he marked your child's work, purposely writing a note that he needed to see their parent. Secretly hoping that you would be forced to speak to him. 

Your child didn’t read the letter thrusting it into your hand that evening, mumbling something about Mr Keery and your stomach flipped.

Rushing to open the crumpled up piece of paper,

Please could the parent of this child arrange a meeting with me as soon as possible.

Many thanks

Mr J Keery

Wanting to hide your excitement, you rushed into your downstairs bathroom and screamed into your arm. Still clutching the piece of paper in your hand.

The next morning, you handed your child a scribbled note and instructed they give it to Mr Keery. Hugging and waving them goodbye, your stomach gurgled all day with nerves.

As your child climbed into the passenger's seat of your car, they thrusted another note in your lap. Turning on the radio and began dancing along as you opened the note, your stomach flipping with nerves and excitement once again.

Thank you for getting back to me, I will see you tomorrow at 4:30pm.

Many thanks

Mr Keery

You were thrilled but nervous, writing it on your calendar and your stomach filled at it. That night after tucking your child into bed, you poured yourself a glass of wine and decided to scroll on Facebook.

Out of curiosity, you searched J Keery into the search bar. After combing through many of the names, you came across a ‘Mr Keery’ posting in a parent group. Clicking on it, to your surprise was in fact Mr Keery, you scrolled down his page for a while and found nothing.

When you were just about to give up, Instagram notified an account that was linked to Mr Keery’s Facebook. The familiar curiosity seeped through your veins as you clicked ‘follow’, sighing nervously you began to pour yourself another glass of wine.

Sitting back down, you were not expecting to receive a notification that Mr Keery’s account was requesting to follow you back. Almost leaping out your chair to accept, you began to explore his account.

Gasping at the sight, numerous topless gym photos, smart suits photos, beach selfies. Looking at his followers, you were thankful that only yourself and another teacher were on his list.

Placing the wine glass down, feeling a bit tipsy and flustered at the sight of Mr Keery in compromising positions. Your hand slipped down between your underwear and your skin, gripping tightly onto the phone as you began to touch yourself.

Biting your lip to cover your gasps as you rocked back and forth in the armchair, the sight of him made you throb. Closing your eyes for a second, you could still see his sweat glistened abs staring back at you.

Your swollen sensitive clit, throbbing because of Mr Keery. Your eyes shoot open as you feel yourself cumming hard in your hands, your hips bucking against your fingers until your clit could no longer take anymore pressure.

Cum drenching your underwear as you caught your breath, never having cum that hard in a long time. Not simply from a photograph, your child's father had never made you coat your underwear before.

After cleaning yourself up, you lay awake in bed. Unable to stop thinking about that black and white gym photo of Mr Keery, you wanted to curse yourself for getting some turned on by one of your child's teachers but the more you tried to stop yourself. The more your clit throbbed.

Sleep didn’t find you for a while, your clit still throbbed against your mattress. Deciding to sort yourself out, you moved a pillow underneath you. Your wet cunt creating a pool of wetness as you began grinding against the pillow, your eyes tightly shut as you imagining yourself riding his face.

Muffling your moans into your pillows near the headboards as you picked up speed, spanking your cheeks hard until it stung. Your clit twitched against the material, mumbling “fuck” as the bed hit against the wall.

It was long until you were rubbing yourself in a wet spot, your hand slid down between your legs. Applying more pressure against your clit with Mr Keery’s face was clearer as you reached your orgasm.

Your legs shook rapidly as you covered your hands and pillow in a thick layer of cum, still grinding against your hand until your clit couldn’t take anymore. Mr Keery’s face still floating around in your mind as you rolled over and caught your breath.

After dropping your child off at school, you did some of your WFH job and decided to plan your outfit for your meeting with Mr Keery. Once you had chosen between 3 different outfits, you stared at yourself in the mirror. Satisfied, you smiled and rang your parents to review the plan for picking your child up from school allowing you complete alone time with Mr Keery.

4 o clock rolled around quicker than you thought, reapplying your lipstick in your hallway mirror before you began to drive to the school. Your nerves had calmed down as you sat in the carpark, watching the remainder of the children disperse out the gates. You walked into the school, you wondered if your outfit was too much after a group of school boys muttered after you.

Pausing at the classroom labelled 'Mr Keery', knocking politely and waiting for his voice. Your stomach leaped at the sound, your cheeks flushed red as you stood between the doorway and his classroom.

He gestured for you to sit in the chair placed right in front of his desk, you chuckled sheepishly. Walking around the desk, he positioned himself on top of the desk in front of you. His navy blue shirt was open slightly, exposing his chest where a gold chain hung from his neck. 

His hair was gelled slightly, running his hand through his hair made you shudder. Your legs shut instantly, your hands gripping tightly onto the chair for support. 

‘’So, this is pretty embarrassing for me but there is nothing wrong with your child’s work. I actually wanted to see you’’ he laughed wearily, rubbing his arm as he looked out the window to hide the redness of his cheeks. 

‘’Really? I did have my suspicions” you smirked, your voice sounding cocky as his eyes flicked to meet yours. 

He returned a smirk back to you, leaning down further. Watching as he looked down at your face, examining your features. Staring at the gold necklace around your neck, before noticing your tits. Blushing he looked down at his feet as they swung off the desk, clearing his throat. 

You stood up, your body edging closer to him. Your hands stroking underneath his chin, bringing his eyes to meet yours. You both gasped before your lips too hunger to wait met, his hands slid down your body as he pushed you between his legs. 

Faint moans escaped your mouths, as you unbuttoned his top and dug your nails into his skin. 

“The blinds, I need to shut the blinds” he mumbled, pushing you off him as he frantically rushed around the room until you were in darkness. 

You had moved yourself on top of the desk, your legs spread apart. Vulnerably exposing yourself to him, he practically ran to meet you. His lips met yourself once again as his hands pushed into your cheeks. 

His face moved down your body, kissing and biting any piece of skin. You bit your lip to suppress your moans as he sucked on your inner thighs, your hands in his hair as you watched him. 

He made eye contact with you before edging closer to your clit, licking it softly and feeling it throb against his tongue before piercing his lips together and sucking it. 

Unable to hide your moan, as you moved your hips against his tongue. He growled against your cunt, raising his hand to cover your mouth as his tongue slid down between your folds and inside your hole. 

You bit down onto his hand as he moved in and out of your hole, feeling it clench around his tongue. His moans vibrated through you, your hips grinding rapidly against his face. The desk rocked against the floor from your movements as you moaned into his hand. 

He quickened his pace until your legs snapped tightly around his face, shaking violently as you came across his face. Loosening your grip as you panted into the room, he removed his tongue and licked back up to your clit. 

Taking any bit of cum into his mouth, you leant forward and ripped off his jeans to expose his hard cock. Gasping at the sight of him, it was bigger than you had ever expected. 

Your head fell back as he aligned himself inside you, groaning loudly as your cunt enclosed around his throbbing cock. Still sensitive from his tongue, you whimpered as he began to thrust roughly inside you. 

“Fuck, I’ve thought about you” He groaned, spanking your clit hard before holding onto your legs and he quickened his pace. 

“What have you thought about, Mr Keery?” You moaned, biting your lip as your clit was stinging. 

“Please, call me Joe” he shuddered, his tip hitting your soft spot as your cunt clenched around his cock. 

His glasses fell off onto your lap as he moved you with his hands quickly, muttering under his breath as he kept his eyes on you. Melting into those beautiful eyes, your lip was red and sore from biting it to suppress your moans. 

‘’Joe, fuck—tell me about these thoughts then?” You moaned as his mouth crashed into yours. 

Mumbling against your lips “you’re so fucking hot”, his hands gripping onto your skin until red marks were left.

“You’d love that, for me to tell you my most dirtiest thoughts.” He moaned, panting as the sound of your bodies smacked together against the rocking desk. 

Your legs shook as you felt yourself get closer to your second orgasm, trying to suppress it as his cock twitched inside you. His hand let go of your thighs for a second, to spank your clit hard before lifting your legs above his head. 

Your clit stinging from his hand, your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself unable to stop  yourself from cumming. 

“Fuck— Joe.. I’m cum—ming” you moaned and panted, cumming hard on his cock. 

It dripped  down onto the floor as he continued to fuck you against the desk, moaning into your neck. As your body moved with him weakly, your cunt over sensitive as he hit your sweet spot over and over. 

His lips nibbled down on your skin, as you felt his cock twitch. He was close to cumming, feeling naughty your legs wiggled out of his grasp and tightened around his back. 

Forcing him to continue fucking you until his cum dripped out of your throbbing cunt. He groaned at the sight of you. 

His lips kissed yours softly as you both redressed, leaving the room as it was. You walked side by side to the carpark, his little finger brushed against yours. 

He stopped in front of your car, your back pressed against the car as he leaned closer to you. His hand in yours against the metal as his lips caressed your cheek sending flutters throughout your body. 

You giggled and blushed red as he moved away from you. 

“I’ll see you at the bake sale on Friday” he smiled, his feet hitting the floor as he walked away. 

3 whole days without anything from Mr Joe Keery. Sighing you pressed your body further into the metal as you sadly watched him walk away. 

The crush you had on him was bubbling bigger and bigger by the second. 

You distracted yourself over the next couple of days with your work and spending time with your child. As Thursday night drew to a close, you were sat watching your usual show when your phone pinged in the corner. 

Deciding to leave it for a second, you had recently been in contact with your child’s father and wanted to reply at the latest as you could. But you found yourself drawn to the phone when it pinged another 3 times. 

It was Instagram. 

Mr Keery’s instagram. 

Trying to refrain from getting too excited, you checked the notifications. He had liked most of your photos and sent you 2 messages. Your breath hitched as you opened them, still cursing yourself for sleeping with a teacher. 

Your child’s teacher. 

The messages read:

Hi, I can’t wait to see you at the bake sale tomorrow. 

Are you going to bake something? 

You read the messages over and over, unable to get used to the fact he wanted to see you. 

Yes I am, I’m not telling you though. You’ll just have to see. 

Not wanting to make the situation anymore complicated for now, you put your phone down and continued watching your show until your eyes grew heavy. 

The next morning, you woke up early and began to prepare the cake for the bake sale. Your child chatted excitedly to you about trying different cakes in the car, you waved them off. At the door you saw Mr Kerry's eyes divert to you, smiling at you softly before watching you drive off. 

Your stomach flipped, unable to get him off your mind as you drove home, the cake batter that you made earlier sat in a covered bowl on your kitchen side.

Your mind was unable to stop thinking about  Mr Keery, that innocent smile. Hiding the sexual tension when you knew how badly he ate your cunt like he was starving. 

Deciding to get changed, you wandered upstairs. After redressing, you closed your dresser table and began to walk out the room when you tripped over your hair dryer that was sprawled across the center of your room. 

Pulling open your sex toy drawer, in the light your silver plastic vibrator glistened, catching your eye. Smirking to yourself, you walked over and picked it up. Letting it buzz in your hands before your mind drifted once again to Mr Keery. 

The weather was warmer today, you were in a long floral dress that complimented you. Lying comfortably on your bed, the vibrator buzzed against your skin before it touched your clit. Squealing at the sensation, the lowest setting felt good against your pulsating clit. Checking your phone in hopes that Mr Keery had messaged you, he had. 

I know, I shouldn’t message you due to our conflicting issues but I was in the gym and I couldn’t help but think about you. 

Your chest fluttered at his message, he had sent a photo of him in the gym mirror. Your vibrator pressed against your throbbing clit as you stared at the photo, slightly turning up the speed and tipping your head with pleasure as a loud moan escaped. 

Legs spread on the bed as the vibrator buzzed at medium speed, your phone lying on your chest as you replayed the feeling of him fucking you in your mind. Biting your lip as your legs jolted, your clit twitching as you turned the speed up to maximum speed making your eyes open abruptly as you moaned loudly. 

Those moans turned into broken gasps as you moved the vibrator against your clit and between your folds until it slid perfectly inside you. Your legs clenching together as you slowly moved the vibrator in and out of yourself, it was smaller than Mr Keery’s cock but as it hit your soft spot it was all you could think of. 

‘’Holy fuck, Joe’’ you moaned out into the room, you only felt comfortable calling him ‘Joe’ when he was deep inside you. 

Legs rocking as the vibrator hit your walls hard and fast, your clit throbbing for attention as you raised your hand to spank it. Just like Joe did, making you mutter his name once more. 

Your fingers rubbed your clit hard as the vibrator hit your soft walls, your eyes closed picturing him on top of you. Biting your thighs, your body shook violently as you felt yourself squirt hard. Slightly soaking your dress and your thighs, you moved the vibrator from out of you and placed it back on your clit. Your legs stretched out as the lowest setting buzzed on your clit, your hips bucking for more pleasure as you imagined his tongue spelling out your name. 

Loud gasps escaped your mouth as you felt yourself cum for the second time, unable to take anymore as you pressed it on your clit for the third time. Twitching from overstimulation, you continued to grind against the vibrator and came almost instantly to the idea of Mr Keery. 

After tidying yourself up, you began to bake the cake. Watching it rise slowly in the oven light, you sat in your garden with your work laptop and began to distract yourself. Once the cake was ready, you prepared the decorations and let the cake cool before piping the pink icing and the handmade flowers on the top. 

Feeling accomplished, you carefully placed it in the cardboard box and crossed it off your list for the day. It was 3pm, 45 minutes before you were needed at the school. You made yourself another cup of coffee and replied to Mr Keery’s instagram message. 

It was nice to hear from you and see you ;). Looking good! The gym seems awful lonely… 

That winky face emoji would play on your mind as you drove to school, the cake carefully strapped into the back of the car. Singing along to your favourite songs as the sunlight glossed over your skin, applying a subtle shade of lipstick in your car mirror before stepping out into the sun. 

The cake box fit perfectly in your hands as you walked ahead of the other parents, you were brought over to your stand where you placed the signs and cake neatly on the table before walking over to the coffee stand and began to set it up. 

‘’Hi there’’ his voice was hot and subtle as it sent shivers down your spine. 

Turning around you were faced with none other, Mr Keery. 

‘’Hi, Mr Keery’’ you smiled and blushed, pouring a tester coffee from the stand as you faced him.

‘’You look nice, and call me Joe’’ he whispered, leaning over you to grab a cup. Your faces close again as his eyes flickered between you and the coffee in his hand. 

You noticed his veins as he clutched onto the cup tightly, gulping as you grew wetter between your legs. As you opened your mouth to thank him for his comment, your child rushed over to you happily with cake around their face. Thrusting their school bag in your hands, laughing at them you got out a tissue from your bag and wiped their face. 

They rambled energetically about staying at one of their friends house for a sleepover, pointing over in the corner where a parent stood. You were rushed away from Mr Keery, who watched softly as you interacted and arranged the details with the parent. 

When you turned around to go speak to Mr Keery, he was nowhere to be found. Disappointment seeped through your veins, leaving your child with their friend and parent. You wandered back to your cake stand, sitting down on the provided chair. You checked your phone and noticed that he had messaged you on Instagram. 

Not bothering to open the messages, you read them off your home screen as a parent had just rushed over to talk to you. 

My statement still stands that dress really does suit you. 

Would you come to my classroom when you have a second?

Smiling to yourself as your attention was diverted to the querying parent, after dealing with them. You turned to the parent next to you and muttered going to the toilets for a second, they agreed to watch your stand. 

The halls were oddly eerie as you walked down them, children played in passing classrooms as you reached the toilet sign. You double looked around before disappearing towards Mr Keery’s classroom, you were thankful that you had chosen to wear flats. Heels would have given away your whereabouts. 

You knocked on the classroom door, waiting until his voice echoed across the room. Smiling as you pushed the door open, he looked better than when you first saw him today. 

His glasses fitted his face, he was leaning against the desk with a book in his hand. Placing it down at the sight of you, smiling at you as you walked closer to him. His hands touched your waist, pulling you onto his lips as you pushed against the desk. 

‘’So I want to propose something to you’’ he smiled in between kisses. 

“What is this proposal then Mr Keery?” You smirk, his lips still on yours. 

“Me and you go on a date preferably at my house tonight” He pulls away from you for a second, observing your facial expressions. 

“You really think that is a good idea?” Your eyebrow raised as you looked at him, the last of the sunlight brightened his brown eyes. 

“I mean I think the fact that I fucked you right on this desk is riskier than you coming to my house, don’t you think?” He whispered, you watched his eyes turn dark at the mention of sex. 

You couldn’t help but laugh and smirk at him, nodding your head in agreement. 

“You’re right, we are two consenting adults. And it’s out of school hours, we are just meeting up to talk” you spoke softly, his lips pressed against yours. 

“Oh, we’ll doing more than talking darling” he whispered into your ears, you gasped at his words. 

He winked at you before resuming to his book, you looked at him once more before disappearing back out into the dark and eerie corridor. 

The parents shot you a suspicious look as you finally got back to your stand. 

“Sorry I’m later than expected, a child needed help” you looked sheepishly. 

The bake sale had begun, other non competing parents wandered down the aisles. You managed to sell almost all your cake slices when Mr Keery walked in, whispers from the parents scattered across the room as he began circling the stands. 

It was compulsory that the teachers try a sample of each cake stand, he slowly made his way closer to your cake stand. Your cheeks flushed red as he stopped in front of you, picking out a whole piece of cake and dropping the money into the donation box. 

Keeping his eyes on you as he shoved the cake seductively into his mouth before moving on. 

Your legs buckled as you bit your lip, one of the gossiping parents rushed over to you in a hurry. 

Mr Keery was the topic of conversation at every bake sale but the fact that he only bought one cake slice that happened to be yours was more important. 

After denying most of the comments with the gossip group, you checked on your child and waved them into the parents car. You agreed to drop off clothes later than night, a perfect Albi for when you disappeared to Mr Keery’s house. 

When you got home, you organized your child’s clothes into a bag and placed it by the front door. Running yourself a bath with a glass of wine, you began preparing yourself for this evening. 

Feelings of excitement and nerves filled your body, taking it slow as you relaxed on the sofa after your bath. 

Your phone buzzed on the armchair, waiting for a few seconds before checking. Mr Keery had messaged you. 

7:30 at mine? Is stir fry okay?

Sounds good, see you soon :)

It was 6:30, your hair was still wet as you downed the rest of your wine before heading to decide your outfits. 

You chose a lingerie set that fit perfectly with the undergarment and dress, keeping your hair down as you applied subtle makeup. 

Packing a light bag of clothes before checking yourself in the mirror, you threw both bags into the back of your car and made your way through your various journey. 

You lightly hugged and kissed your child goodnight as you dropped off their clothes, thanking the parent before rushing off to Mr Keery’s house. Nerves flowed through your body as you parked next to his car on his drive, he opened the door with a smile. 

He was in a casual red shirt that was half tucked into his black jeans, he was wearing his gold chain that rested against his exposed chest. 

Taking your night bag off you, his eyes were unable to leave your body. The cream dress clung to your body, slightly outlining your lingerie. He poured two glasses of white wine, moving one to you with a wink. 

You sat at his island counter, his kitchen and living room were open plan. The kitchen was white and black with cream sofas that had throws covering them. 

Food was cooking on the stove behind him, the mild kitchen lights illuminated his body. 

“So this is Mr Keery’s house” you looked around the look with your lip tucked in approval. He caught your eye in amusement, making you laugh. 

You chatted whilst the food continued to cook, his body moved around the counter towards you. His hands snaking up with arm, touching any piece of skin. 

His lips kissed your shoulder, nibbling at your neck. Slipping off your dress, turning you around in the chair before lifting you up and carrying you across the room. His muscles were strong and defined as your hands struggled to fit around them, his body pressed against yours as his tongue slid into your mouth. 

Making out uncomfortably on the sofa until the oven timer went off loudly, making you jump. He sighed and got off you, loudly organizing the food before turning his attention back to you. 

He held out your glass of wine as he led you out the room, following him upstairs and into his bedroom. It was tidy, a black feature wall where the bed lay. 

You sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed as he messed with the lighting, he joined you on the bed. Kissing down your exposed skin in the golden hues of his room, stopping him to stand you. 

He watched as the cream dress and it’s undergarment slipped off your body and collapsed onto the floor to expose a beautiful red lingerie set. His eyes widened in arousal and shock, making grabby motions with his hands as you smirked. 

Slowly walking towards him, he quickly undid his own shirt and jean button. His eyes not leaving you, soon enough he lay on his bed practically naked. Biting your lip at the sight of him, you straddled him. 

“You’re naughty aren’t you, Mr Keery?” Your finger pressed into his chest, sliding it all the way down until it panged his boxer briefs hard onto his skin. 

He winced at the sensation, you moved your head to the spot that stung and kissed just above his semi hard cock. Feeling it twitch against the material, he gasped as your lips grazed it. 

“Please call me Joe” he pleaded, his voice sounding pathetic and whiney. 

You regained your position on top of him, grinding your wet cunt against his boxers. Your minimal underwear made it easier to feel his hard cock as you moved. His moans were broken and gaspy, your hands ran through his dark brown chest hairs. 

Your clit twitching against the material, mumbling “fuck” under your breath as it hit a sensitive spot. His hands fumbled at the top of his boxers, forcing his cock out of them as you continued to grind on it. 

Rubbing his tip against your clit causing you both to moan loudly, twitching quickly at the sensation. You knew you wouldn’t last if he kept doing this. 

“Fuck Joe, you’re going to make me cum” you whined, suddenly loosing all sense of control as he rubbed faster and faster. 

Your body twitched as you felt yourself cum over his cock, gripping onto his muscles as your cunt dripped onto his skin.  He moved his cock quickly to slide inside you before you could fight for control, he spanked your ass cheeks hard as you familiarized yourself with him. 

Beginning to ride his cock, your eyes closed tightly. Your hands made their way around his neck, squeezing hard with a smirk as his cock hit your wet walls. 

“I’ve been thinking about this” you groaned, your skin smacked against his as you squeezed harder. 

“Oh yeah?” He struggled to speak through your hands, his own hands spanked your ass cheeks hard. 

The ripple of your cheeks vibrated against his cock causing him to moan with a smile. 

“Ever since you fucked me in your classroom, I’ve fucked myself to you” you groaned loudly as he began thrusting hard underneath you. 

Loosening your grip on his neck and wrapping your arms around him as he fucked you. Moaning loudly into his ear, the noises of his cock going in and out of your wet was music to his ears. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. I may not be able to last long” his moans turned into gasps as you began sucking on his neck. 

“That would be a shame wouldn’t it?” You gasped, clenching your muscles around his cock. 

Your legs shaking as he hit your sweet spot over and over, your lip began to bleed from biting it too hard. Moaning loudly into his ear as the bed rocked loudly, his hands gripping onto your ass cheeks. 

Your clit hitting his pelvic bone as you felt yourself edge closer to your orgasm. 

“Fuck fuck, I’m going to cum” you gasped, your legs shaking quicker as you felt yourself squirt over his cock. 

Your eyes rolling back as he continued fucking you through your orgasm, mumbling “fuck you’re so hot” under his breath as his tip twitched inside you. 

He lifted you off his cock, you rolled over and clambered onto your knees just in time to take his hot load down your mouth. Maintaining eye contact with him as you swallowed every last bit. 

Pushing you back onto the bed, he softly nibbled onto your neck until they left small marks on your skin. 

“Fuck Joe” you whimpered underneath him. 

“Good girl, you’ve learnt my name” he smiled onto your skin, his teeth dug into your skin

#Joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery x you #joe keery x y/n #joe keery imagine #joe keery smut #joe keery x female reader #joe keery fem!reader #joe keery x female reader smut

[luke-hughes43]

déjà vu | trevor and mackenzie

this starts in like July and is current throughout the NHL season to current time! (there's gonna minor changes based on the lyrics, the lyrics are there more as a guide in the plot.)

mack's pov

car rides to malibu, strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two, and trading jackets, laughing 'bout how small it looks on you

so it's been like a month since trev and I broke up and I'm hurting so hard. I had surgery last week so I'm still on bed rest right now and not very mobile.

I've been spending a lot of time online like on instagram and TikTok. I come across yet another video of dixie damelio, I roll my eyes and go to scroll but I see an all too familiar dirty blonde.

it's trevor. he's with dixie.

they are in his car in what looks like california. it looks like the old beach we used to go when I would visit. and there's a cup from the ice cream place that he took me too all the time.

it feels like he's doing everything with her that I did.

watching reruns of Glee, being annoying, singing in harmony, I bet she's bragging to all her friends, saying you're so unique

I still have trevor on all my socials and I caught the end of a video he posted hearing the voice of Lea Michelle so he's watching glee with her now.

that was our show.

so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? she thinks it's special but it's all reused that was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you do you get déjà vu when she's with you? + I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel 'cause you played her "Uptown Girl" you're singing it together now I bet you even tell her how you love her in between the chorus and the verse

once things start adding up, I put together that trevor is doing everything with dixie that he did with me.

that night, my best friend comes over and we drink wine and have a girls night in. I start telling her, "what an unoriginal asshole? like he's taking her to everything he used to take me too. he knows that I can see his shit that he posts, do you think he's doing this on purpose Emma? like honestly?

"I don't know girl. I wish I did know. I know that you don't deserve it. I know you're hurting that you still love you him. and I get why you broke up with him. I'm on your side girl, he shouldn't be reusing the same dates that he took you on and flaunting it online. that's not cool. come here."

I move closer and let her hug me. she's one of the few people that I let touch me. I take a deep breath and try not to let Trevors stupidity get to me but no matter how hard I try, I still catch myself forgiving him. I shake my head and say, "I wish I never broke up with him."

"that's not fair mack. and you know it's not true. you are in no condition to be the girlfriend that he deserves. the only reason me and girls aren't upset with you is because we've known you for so damn long that we don't let you push us away. I know you're dealing with way too much for a normal college kid, just remember to breathe. if you have to blame trevor than blame trevor, but do not under any circumstance, blame yourself Mackenzie grace boldy. do not blame yourself for trevor being a dick."

"I'm trying em. but I love him."

"I know babes. I know. it will get better."

I just nod and lean my head on her shoulder. we throw on some random old movies and drink most of our wine.

later that night; after way too many glasses of wine and being emotional from the breakup, I decide to text trevor.

are you getting déjà vu trev? doing the same things with dixie as you did with me? so tell me, do you get déjà vu?

I shut my phone off and cuddle into Emma on the couch letting the wine take over. I'm gonna regret sending that text in the morning but he's the one that decided to be an asshole. now I just feel used and that our 4 1/2 years meant nothing.

#mackenzie boldy #trevor zegras

[bloobearr]

ooting with the forgers! [1/5]

“Yor Forger at the Island of Mainau” / “Briar Rose”

• entry:

June 23, xxxx

It was a wonderful day to take the forgers out for a week long holiday. Handler approved of my request and i— no, i shouldn’t be talking about work.

For the first day, i took the liberty to take them on a short car ride, about 3-5 minutes if there are no traffics of the sort.

Anya seemed a bit bored, of course that’s a given—since young girls like Anya prefer a bit of a thrill or something she can play with. Though Yor was incredibly helpful—as always—she took Anya’s hand and showed her the different kinds of flowers the island has to offer, and told her the wonderful meanings behind them.

Yor looked—too—beautiful and ethereal whilst she was doing so, that…by no means am i a religious man. But, jesus. fucking. christ. My wife is so beautiful, caring and sweet that my fingers moved on their own.

—end of entry—

“Breakfast with the Forgers” [2/5]

• entry:

June 24, xxxx

Yesterday’s trip to the island of mainau was very lovely. Oh! And Loid gave me a beautiful small bouquet of my favorite roses! they smelled wonderful..

We tucked Anya in since she was so exhausted from yesterday’s trip. Loid told me we could let loose for once and since there’s wine, we shared one glass—and one glass only!—i wouldn’t want to get drunk on our first outing together like this! i wish to cherish them, even the smallest of things, whether they’re mundane or not.

I woke up next to Loid, hehe. He’s so warm, i could still feel his warmth. Though, he won’t let me go until i told him that it was time for breakfast. Loid could really be adorable sometimes…

Breakfast was amazing, and it is even more delicious now that i have a family that i love sharing it with me <3

—end of entry—

“Beach Day” [3/5]

• entry:

June 25, xxxx

So far, my stomach is safe, despite the chef from yesterday’s breakfast told us he had “accidentally” switched our jam with a bowl of raw egg mixture and at dinner, where the waiter “accidentally” gave us an uncooked fish—and no, it wasn’t sashimi, which i would’ve turned down just in case—this was undoubtedly an enemy of the forgers, no mistaking it. If it were the enemy of the thorn princess or twilight, they would’ve at least used poison or the sort. A rival from eden academy, perhaps? Were they stalking us?

Nevermind, i wrote and promised my family—and myself— that i wouldn’t talk about work during our time here.

There were lots of people—men, women and everyone in between—casting their—filthy—eyes at Yor. Thankfully none of them had the guts or balls to even approach her or engage in a conversation.

Yor seemed to notice my discomfort and took my hands and rubbed them gently between hers, comforting me with her gentle touch and whispering sweet words to ease my worry.

She’s everything to me. I’m very lucky to have her as my love and my wife.

—end of entry—

“Anya and Bond’s ooting!” [4/5]

• entry:

June 26, xxxx

Anya is very happy today! Why?? Because Anya gets to play with Bond with the other kids here! They have a doggy park! Anya hears Becky does this die-uh-rih and brings this book with her—Anya only has a piece of paper but it’s ok!

Mama and Papa are shacking up right now or kissing so Anya needs to make this top-secret-do not touch or read- letter quick!

Anya has showed off my pre-tih ootfit that mama got me (Anya hears she got it after a bam! bam! assasin miss-yen last week! Very exciting!! That means Anya is wearing her very assasin-ny ootfit!)

Fhank You Mama and Papa,

Anya loves you! (Anya bets that Anya loves you more than you do, heh.)

—end of entry—

“Forger Family Picture” [5/5]

• entry:

June 27, xxxx

The last day felt incredibly short compared to the previous days of our short holiday. Though, even short, i’m glad Anya, Yor and Bond had fun. They deserve the break, and i do believe that i, Loid Forger needs this outing as much as they did.

Here’s hoping to more outings like this. Hopefully, with a new member of our family joining our eventful outing.

Thank you for giving me this wonderful family.

Sincerely, Loid Forger.

#spy x family #fanart #my art #loid forger #loid x yor #twiyor #yor forger #loidyor #thorn princess #twilight #anya forger #spy x family fanart #this is a stamp sticker project i made #for an upcoming convention! #added some entries or diaries from our fav forgers too #bond forger